Pam was receptionist at a large bank in an old woolen town in Northern England. She had an infectious laugh but dressed very conservatively in a brave attempt to disguise her huge bust. In spite of competition from my colleagues I was determined to get a date with Pam.
On a few occasions I was called over by one of the receptionists when on my way back into the building after lunch to collect a telephone message. This gave me the opportunity to quietly chat to Pam.
A few weeks after first talking to Pam she asked if I knew of anyone that could give her lift to visit her Mother who lived a few miles out of town. I seized on this as a chance to give her a lift as it was on my way home. She took up my offer and wondered if we could make it today. For me that was no problem and promptly at 5:30pm we walked to my little car and I was able to walk behind her when the path narrowed and admire her generous hips and a backside that wiggled provocatively.
Getting her into the passenger seat gave me ample opportunity to admire the size of her bust and some ample thighs as she wriggled into the seat. She noticed me staring at her chest and mildly chastised me for making it so obvious. I made little attempt to deny that I loved that she had big boobs at which she giggled and said she was used to it from most guys.
The journey went all too quickly but I did manage to steer the conversation to likes and dislikes and I soon found out that she enjoyed wine drinking but hated going to pubs. One final piece of good news was that she would appreciate lifts most weeks. A couple of weeks went by and this time she was wearing a dress with a narrow skirt and as she got in the car she had to hitch her skirt up a little bit exposing two very shapely legs plus she dropped her shopping bag between the seats and in reaching down to retrieve it I was treated to a good look at the tops of two big beautiful boobs which caused me a problem getting into the driver's seat without showing the tent in my trousers.
Nothing was said but I soon turned the subject to one of my hobbies which was wine making. I quickly let this lead on to suggesting that I would love to come around to her place with a bunch of wine samples. We agreed on a Friday evening about 10 days away and she gave me her address which was in a small remote village that was about 15 miles away.
The Friday came and I set out with 6 bottles of different country wines and I found her address was a tiny end of terrace cottage with only a stone footpath that passed 5 other cottages with very nosy neighbors who twitched their curtains as I stumbled by. She was at the door almost as soon as I knocked.
I was led me through a short lobby to a small living room with a nice coal fire and two armchairs. She was wearing a simple dress that revealed very little apart from an hourglass figure; big bust, small waist, ample hips and smallish butt.
She brought out a tray with some snacks and two wine glasses and sat it on a small foot stool in front of the fire. We moved the armchairs so the tray was within arm's reach for both of us. I started with a fairly light medium sweet white wine and after a few glasses the conversation really started but there was no easy way to steer the conversation to what I had in mind.
As the evening moved on we listened to some music and I opened some more wines that got stronger and it was quite apparent that Pam was getting less and less inhibited as she started to sit on the carpet and stretch her legs out. Taking the hint I started to do the same and we were soon sitting almost toe to toe but with the exception of a few glimpses of white panties through tights there was no body language to hint that this was going to be more than a long drinking session.
As it got towards 11:00 pm I decided to take an 'Out of the Blue' approach and said "I would love to fuck you". After only the briefest hesitation she said "give me 5 minutes and then come upstairs; I will be waiting".