Susan is a young woman I work with in a city centre firm. She is quite pretty in a girl-next-door way with brunette hair and a pretty nice figure. Not a model but easy on the eye. She had only been married less than a year so I was surprised when, upon one of our smoke breaks she said she was seething at her husband. I was not privy to her personal life but listened anyway.
"He's being a bit of a dick right now. Things had better turn around or he's going to be in trouble."
Since she didn't specify what 'being a dick' was, I refrained from asking, just gave her a sympatric look and let her carry on with her vent. Besides, it was summer around lunch time and there were lots of young, attractive, office work type girls walking around and it was nice to be outside for a bit.
She took a deep drag on her ciggy and still looked steamed about something.
"um, ... is there anything I can do?" I asked.
"No, just keep being my friend."
I laughed, "Oh that will be easy."
On the lift on the way back up she reached out and touched my arm quickly. "Thanks for letting me vent back there, I can't really talk about anything at home, Dave is just so pissy all the time now." She was looking up at the floor numbers as they ticked by and I took a quick peep down her cleavage. I wonder if girls know you are doing that...
Nothing much changed over the next few weeks, just taking ciggy breaks together and chatting in the canteen sometimes. She began to open up a bit more and was a little more flirty when we were alone together, but nothing untoward.
"Dave's being having some problems at work and has started drinking heavily." she said one day, gazing off into the middle ground, a fixed expression on her face that did not bode well for Dave at all. I think she just liked some nice male attention and somebody to talk to at that point.
Fast forward a few weeks and most of us are out for a happy hour across the road at a nice pub we all go to. Most of the staff recognize us at least and we get nice service. After a few beers and snacks we walked back to our car park to go home.
"Step in for a minute so we can chat." she said.
"Ok." says I a little surprised. Once inside her car she broke down and said she couldn't do it anymore and she was leaving her hubby.
"I'm not surprised really but that is going to be a big step."
"I know, but I don't know what else to do, things are not going to change and I've had enough. Some of my girlfriends know what is going on and they say the same thing." she sobbed. I still had no idea why she was telling me this.
She put her arms around my neck as she was sobbing, so I gave her a cuddle. Then she looked up at me and kissed me full on the mouth.
"I want to thank you for being so nice to me for all this time." and then pulled my hand onto her left breast. Through the summer dress and silky bra it did not take much imagination as to what was under it.
