We met at work, she was a coordinator for my boss. She was blonde and fearless and captivated me with her easy manner with everyone. Every word felt like flirting and she had this energy that was enthralling.
I can’t remember exactly how it started, but I made contact over Blackberry Messenger, those were the days eh?
We started flirting gently and then more seriously. There was such naughtiness to her that I found utterly infectious and I wanted her badly. I would crave her in between our conversations.
She was slim, with these lovely shapely legs and a small enticing bum. She had the greatest pair of breasts I had ever seen, the contrast to her small frame was incredible. She had green blue eyes and a mouth that seemed to be made to smirk. This was all topped off with a truly filthy laugh.
She had a penchant for wearing short skirts and blouses that emphasised everything that was fantastic about her figure.
Before long I was talking to her about her underwear, and how I hoped she didn’t wear any knickers under those skirts of hers. She liked this line of conversation.