When I first met Ella she was with Rob, an old school friend of mine. They'd met at university and she was moving to my town with him, and I was smitten with her from the start. She had this really cute Welsh accent, but that wasn't what really hooked me in. She was sat opposite me in the pub wearing a low cut top that showed plenty of cleavage, and it was hard not to stare. Her breasts seemed impossibly big for her slight, 5-foot frame. She was also fun company, a little flirty, but I was friendly with her boyfriend so would never have done anything about it.
Fast forward a couple of years and she was working at the same company I worked with. She wasn't with my friend anymore but was now in a serious relationship with the goalkeeper in my football team. John was an ok guy, nice enough, but not exactly a friend. I honestly couldn't see why she was with him. I'd see her walking around the office, never dressing slutty or anything but just always a knockout. Always in close fitting trousers and tops that cling to every curve. We didn't work closely at all, but we got on well and I'm sure she could tell I had eyes for her.
Ella and John eventually got married and I remained mystified at how that happened. However as time went on there were rumours that she might not be terribly faithful. I'd never seen evidence of it, but I certainly hoped it was true.
On a random autumnal Saturday night out drinking in town my friends and I decided to had to the local crappy nightclub, and as I was walking in I saw John and Ella walking out. I was full of enthusiasm and after a brief chat I persuaded them to come back in with me for another drink. We headed upstairs to the quieter bar and found a few of my other teammates up there. I got the drinks in and John left the table to chat to some of the others leaving me with Ella.
'So Ella, how come you're leaving work? I'll definitely miss seeing you around'
'Oh I know, I'm so used to seeing you all the time. I've known you so long!'
Her eyes were sparkling in the nightclub lighting and they were absolutely fixed on mine.
'Yeah I know, I remember first meeting you in The Falcon, like, 6 years ago?'
'Funny I remember meeting you there too. I must admit I kinda fancied you a bit, even though I was with Rob,' she said with a cheeky smile.
'Ha! No way. I was gutted Rob had met you first,' I admitted with a laugh.
But she wasn't laughing, she was looking at me intently as I felt her hand start stroking my thigh under the table.
'Such a shame, hey?' She replied, as my hand reached over to her leg and started returning the favour, starting halfway up her thigh before she took my hand and slid it higher up her leg.
I was scanning for John to make sure he couldn't see, but he was deep in dull, drunken conversation about something inane while I was flirting with his wife.
'Soooo I was thinking about whether I could still come to the company Christmas party. I know I've left, but do you think I'd still be welcome?' she asked, inching closer as my hand teased her inner thigh, and her mine.
'Oh, I think we'd all be very happy to see you there' I agreed, as the electricity between us continued to build.
'Oh great. Then I'll come. Can't wait to see you there,' she smiled, giving my thigh a tighter squeeze with her nails.
At that moment John came back to the table, having drunk his beer and now definitely ready to leave. Her nails dragged down my leg as she turned to him and said she was ready. We both got up and she gave me a big hug, pressing her tits into my chest and giving me a cheeky smile before walking out of the club, knowing that my eyes were staring at her gorgeous bum encased in tight denim jeans, wiggling away from me.
By the time the Christmas party came round I'd forgotten all about the night in the club. I'd got fairly drunk that night and the memory had all but faded.
At the party I was suited and booted, had a few too many glasses of wine, and was chatting up a sexy redhead from Accounts (who I'd end up having lots of fun sex with a few months later) when I saw Ella walk in. Tight jeans and boots, and a tight t-shirt that her breasts were trying to burst out of. She was getting plenty of attention from old colleagues but we'd seen each other across the room and the dim memory of the night in the club suddenly came back.
I was still chatting to Red but my mind was busy figuring out if I should carry on this conversation or find a way out to catch up with Ella.
By the time I told Red I was off to the gents, Ella had disappeared, but when I got to the bottom of the stairs near the dance floor there she was, looking right at me. We greeted each other like old friends with a big hug, again pushing her big tits into me.
I bent down to kiss her on the cheek and she grabbed my bum, and whispered,
'Shall we leave?'
'Yes, let's go'
