To give you a little more background on P: she was 33 years old, married with two young children and seemed genuinely happy with her home life. She was confident, attractive and carried herself with an easy self-assurance that naturally drew attention. She had a curvy figure, with 3GG boobs & a juicy peach of a arse! More than anything, though, she knew exactly how to use her charm when she wanted to.
On the Monday morning, the Director was away on holiday and the Dispatch Manager had called in sick, leaving just me and P in the office together.
The day started like any other. It was already warm outside when she arrived wearing a light floral dress that complemented her figure perfectly. The neckline was lower than her usual office attire and I found myself noticing her more than I probably should have. By now she had been with us for a couple of weeks and was confident enough to complete most of her work without assistance.
Later that morning she became stuck while filing some paperwork and called me over to help. As I stood beside her, we slipped into our usual routine of jokes and playful banter. We’d built a good rapport over the previous fortnight and always seemed to enjoy each other’s company.
While she explained the issue, I caught myself glancing at her a little too often at her cleavage. Whether she noticed or not, I wasn’t sure, but there was something different about her that day. She seemed more confident, more playful.
Then she caught my eye and smiled.
P caught me looking and smirked.
“You know,” she said, folding her arms and raising an eyebrow, “it’s rude to stare.”
I felt my face flush immediately.
Before I could think of a response, she laughed.
“They do say a photo lasts longer.”
For a moment I wasn’t sure if she was joking. Then, with a confidence that completely caught me off guard, she adjusted the neckline of her dress, revealing the edge of a red lace bra beneath.
I was speechless.
The playful expression on her face suggested she was thoroughly enjoying my reaction. Meanwhile, I was certain my jaw had hit the floor.
“Well?” she teased. “You’ve gone awfully quiet.”
I struggled to find the right words. In the space of a few seconds, the atmosphere between us had changed entirely. What had started as harmless workplace banter now felt like something far more dangerous.
She held my gaze for a moment longer before breaking into a grin and returning her attention to the paperwork, leaving me standing there trying to process what had just happened. |
