Normally I am not into busty woman but lately I have been forced to change my views on that particular subject. Obviously opportunities have arisen in the past I have not turned down, I'm not that picky, but my preference is for slender women. For years I thought that my preferred version of feminine perfection was almost completely flat chested, A cup, B at the most, ideally accompanied by an equally flat arse, flat stomach, shoegaze dreamy baby blues and long blonde hair. This is not some homo-erotic fantasy I cannot force myself to accept, rather that this is exactly what Laura looked like, my first true love Laura. We were fifteen when we first got together, stayed together for three years, then... Lovely, vacuous Laura, ahhh... she gave the best blow job I have ever had. It was probably because as a skinny, borderline anorexic, anything she could put into her mouth without eating and therefore without gaining weight was good for her and she made good use of it. And boy, did I make good use of her talent.
But one day, Oh miserable day, Laura mysteriously dumped me. I begged for a reason, begged to be taken back, but to no use. She may have been gorgeous, but when she was on the dim side, so once an idea was in her head, there was no shifting it, she was like a donkey with an apple. In my heartbreak, I immediately dragged her friend Rachel into bed and fucked her as hard as I could for three weeks, before realising that even this was having no effect on Laura and the hurt became the hurter as I dumped Rachel for no apparent reason. My shame.
Over the next ten years there followed, or should I say came, a succession of Laura-a-likes: Georgina, the yoga teacher, Petra, Charlie (by name and nature), Sam the hairdresser, Georgie the barmaid... they came, they came and they went, as I allowed them to drift away or dump me as easily as possible.
Which brings us to the present and without warning and without really giving me a fair chance not to fancy her or desire her, which is not playing the game, suddenly enter Heidi. She appeared one day in the office, 5'8" of curvy, brunette perfection. How did I fall for her so completely? She was as brunette as they came to begin with, dark lustrous eyes, a smile filled with light, a fabulously curvy arse and big, big tits. Wow, these were like nothing I had ever seen.
I saw her on the first morning she arrived for work. I was lucky, she was recruited to be a part of my finance team, to work directly under me you could say, so was introduced to me within ten minutes of arriving. And I was immediately beguiled. She had come to England from Australia to escape an unhappy situation and to plunge herself into all that London can offer, and I hoped, onto me.
I had to think fast and so immediately suggested that she have the morning with Lee and James, the finance boys to get to know the ropes, then to work with me for the rest of the week. In my office. Alone... The report I was preparing was moderately insignificant, I could have done it alone in two days, so I now had 41/2 days to work alone with her and see if the old magic could have an effect.
She breezed into my office on a cloud of heavenly deliciousness and sat in the chair on the opposite side of the desk from me. I looked her up and down as she entered and sat. Crisp, white, tight fitting shirt that certainly showed off her big boobs, tight, knee-length black skirt that hugged her curvy arse as tightly as I wanted to and unless I was mistaken, they were naughty little black hold-ups beneath her skirt. I was looking good and hard at her and was certain I could make out the faint line of her stocking tops. I would have to find out. I still had no idea why she was bowling me over, she was not my type at all, but my type was changing and fast. Now I wanted curves and I wanted boobs.
I wanted her.
I got to my feet, rambling some old rubbish about work as I walked around her, collected a file from the cupboard and leaned across her to place the file on the desk. God, her smell was almost as good as her body.
'I understand' she smiled as she gazed up at me. The angle of her face, tilted up towards me from her sitting position made me think lusty thoughts and I wanted to...
Without warning I dived down onto her, pressing my mouth against hers as I grabbed her firmly by the shoulders. She pushed me away, but there was no force in her hands, only surprise. I kissed her again, harder, deeper and she responded. Her hands ran to the back of my neck pulling me onto her mouth as my hands slithered down her body and began yanking up her skirt. Our mouths and tongues were intertwined as I hauled her skirt above her hips and grabbed her naked arse. Our lips parted and grabbing her hard by the shoulders, I spun her and pressed her face down against the desk. She gasped and moaned as she felt my hand reaching down and pulling her thong roughly to one side, as my fingers urgently pulled at my zip and pulling out my cock, I spread Heidi's smooth legs roughly apart, stepped between them and thrust-
'Erm... are you alright?' she asked suddenly. I blinked and snapped myself out of my daydream and gazed down upon her beautiful face, looking up at me in a slightly puzzled manner.
'Hmm? Oh... yes... sorry, just thinking of a meeting I have to err... I have to organise for next week. Sorry'.
'Oh. That's alright'. Heidi smiled beatifically at me and I quickly rushed to my seat and sat behind my desk hoping she had not seen the massive erection I was packing thinking of her over my desk. Although the way she looked at me with a slight blush upon her face, I was certain that she had glimpsed something.
'That's a nice perfume you're wearing, what is it?' I asked, trying to drag my mind off naughty thoughts and yet making me think of her even more.
'I'm not wearing any perfume' she replied softly. 'Unless its soap!' We laughed, but I was thinking of her bathing, her in the shower, her naked and wet... She must just have a naturally wonderful scent, I thought, before realising I was fantasising within 5 minutes of her arrival and would be spending the next 41/2 days almost alone with her. I wondered who would crack first.
'Errr... I'm just going to the gents, take a look at this for me please' I said as I got to my feet.
'A look at what!' Heidi exclaimed, wide eyed and innocent, before realising I meant the file I was sliding across to her and not the huge hard on straining against my trousers. It was the first time in my working life that I have ever masturbated in the toilets at work, but I didn't know how else I was going to survive the afternoon.
By the second afternoon, I was half insane with lust. Everything she did drove me mad with desire, the way her shirt stretched tight against her boobs when she reached to one of the higher shelves, the way her tight little business skirt pulled tight around her gorgeous big round arse when she bent down to a lower shelf, the way she twirled her hair around one finger when reading, the way she sighed, the way she looked at me and smiled... She was fucking hot, she knew it and she knew I knew it. Her eyes enticed me on, her parted lips beckoned to me, her breathing drew me in.
'Fancy some lunch?' I asked.
'It's only five to twelve' she replied with a slightly bemused smile, leaning forwards slightly, stretching her shirt against her breasts to look at the cock. I mean, Clock!
'So what?' I jumped to my feet and slipped on my jacket, then grabbed hers and held it open for her like a gentleman. 'Well, it is your second day!' She laughed, slid languidly into her jacket with a breathless 'thank you' and we were away to the pub.
I made office talk and small talk on the short walk to the pub, then slipped Heidi into the snug while I got the beers and chips in. A long, free lunch, beer and chips, these were certain to improve my image with her.
'So how are you finding our lovely country?' I asked with a little beer moustache. She grinned and made a moustache of her own. I giggled. I was in love. Well... I was in lust and that was almost as good.
'Wet' she replied. Hmmm... interesting choice of noun I thought. I pretended to shake my head sadly.
