I don't remember the first time I saw Lindsey, but I do remember the first time I noticed her. She was the kind a woman you could walk right past without a glance a hundred times. Average height. Dark, curly hair, that kind of hung down in her face. Round-frame glasses. But one day, I happened to be looking out the window as she was leaving work. At first all I saw was her rear end. She was bent over loading something into the back of her car. I saw a nicely rounded butt in a tight dress. And bent over as she was, I couldn't miss her stocking-clad legs. The seams on the dark stockings caught my eye.
I was surprised when she stood up to see it was mousey little Lindsey, the temp accountant I barely remembered being introduced to a week or so before. She was wearing a black and white striped dress that clung to her every curve. And for the first time, I saw she had some very nice curves indeed. She was not skinny, but far from heavy. She was shapely. Those legs in those stocking looked delicious. And her ass was noticeable without being crazy huge. But what stunned me as I appraised her figure from this distance was her very full bustline. I'm a 'tit man' and I pride myself on noticing the boobs on every woman I see. How she slipped past my 'radar' I have no idea. But I made a mental note to further size her up at my first opportunity.
That opportunity turned out to be the company 'holiday party'. It was a very lackluster event at a dismal little local bar. Everyone got one drink ticket, for beer or wine, and there was a cheese platter. The DJ played deafeningly loud 'techno house music' at an event full of 40-somethings and older folks. I decided to leave early and who did I bump into but Lindsey already walking to her car.
"Not your idea of a good time? Me neither," I said.
She was digging through her purse for her keys and looked up, startled.
"Oh. No, not really. I don't drink beer or wine and that EDM is not my thing," she smiled and looked up at me.
"EDM?" I asked.
"Electronic dance music. I prefer something a little quieter," she said.
As she spoke I took a good look at her from the high-heels and stocking up to the clingy dress that hugged those curves and her very impressive chest. When I looked at her face I saw her eyeing me and smiling. I felt a connection.
"Well, I've got a pretty well-stocked bar and a pretty big music collection at my place. Five minutes away," I offered.
"Do you? Well, that sounds like just the thing. Shall I follow you?" Lindsey asked with a sly smile.
"Please do," I smiled back.
In no time we were at my place each with a glass of whiskey and Lindsey picked out an Al Green album that I put on the turntable. The drinks kept the conversation flowing. Lindsey told me about her two failed marriages and her two sons who were with their father for the weekend. There seemed to be two sides to her personality. She was very serious about work, and her sons, but she also really enjoyed kicking back and relaxing.
Her body language told me she was interested. She kept leaning in to me as we talked. She would casually brush her hand on mine. Her eyes had a devilish twinkle. Maybe it was the whiskey, but I was feeling the heat and decided to take a chance. I leaned forward cupped her chin in my hand and kissed her. She responded by moving toward me, pushing me back on the sofa until she was almost on top of me.