Mr L. loved going to the office. It wasn't that he particularly loved his work, let's be honest. But there was a woman there that he had the hots for, Ms. Petite. Ms. Petite, as her namesake, was small, slim and with a very shapely butt that wriggled about in those short, tight skirts she loved to wear, tottering on those ridiculous heels that women so loved. Her olive skin, dark flashing eyes and sensuous lips drew Mr L's gaze every time she passed by. Meanwhile in the bullpen where he worked, most of the men would draw a collective breath and take a minute's break from clients to eagerly watch her pass by, to watch mesmerized as her long, black hair streaked with a shimmer of silver swished to the rhythmic clatter of her heels.
He could almost hear the inaudible groan of longing each time she passed by -- unfortunately, it wasn't often. She was the boss' PA and had many important things to see to in her office while the rest of them spent the day chattering to clients in the bullpen.
Mr L. hoped that she had noticed him but from the blank gaze that she would throw towards them every time that she passed on her way to the other boss' office, he doubted it. But that didn't stop Mr L. from idly daydreaming about her as he waited for calls to connect or the secretary to file the new client's details into the system. He wondered how her long black hair with those attractive silver strands would feel in his hands. What her lips would taste like. He wanted to taste her pussy and then.....with a start, he realised that the secretary was asking him a question. He reddened slightly, said, "Sorry", and asked her to repeat her question.
One day as he was standing by the secretary's desk getting yet another new client's name and contact details filed, Ms. Petite came by. She was wearing a sleeveless, red, silky blouse over yet another tight, black skirt, outlining her pert butt. Mr L couldn't help noticing it as, after saying a quick "Hi" to him, she had instantly turned her back to him to talk to the secretary. Mr L's cock hardened slightly. He decided that this was his opportunity to make himself be noticed.
"As it's Friday, we are all going out for a drink today, wanna come?" he asked, his heart accelerating in a mixture of dread and excitement.
Ms. Petite turned around. She saw a tall, well-built young man of about 30 with short, dark hair and impish eyes looking down at her. She noticed the rather un-ironed shirt, the poorly tied necktie and didn't bother looking lower.
"Ah, that's nice of you but unfortunately, I can't make it; I have a lot of work to finish," she said to his utter disappointment, "but maybe another time?" she responded. With that she turned around and went back to speaking to the secretary. Mr L. inhaled the air her movement had displaced and smelled her scent, a mix of something citrussy and vanilla. Mmmmmmm, she smells so good, he thought. And then before he could say anything else, she walked off. Grrrrrr
He had just ordered his second beer when he heard a sort of tittering at the table to his right and turned and saw her enter the pub with the secretary, a rather mousey creature. Next to the secretary dressed in sober grey, she blazed in her red top. Mr L.'s heart slipped a beat. He waved to her, wanting to show to the rest of the boys that he somehow had precedence over her. The secretary saw him and waved back. He moved to meet them, wanting to cut off any attack from the boys.
"Oh, you came?" he stated rather obviously, mentally kicking himself for not making a clever remark.
Ms Petite looked at him and gave a half smile and nodded her head. Moving her head in the direction of the secretary, she said, "Sylvia helped me finish the work and convinced me to come."
The secretary beamed at Mr L. but he had eyes only for Ms Petite.
"What would you like to drink?" he asked.
The secretary, damn her, responded, "A beer, please."
Ms. Petite looked around at the Irish pub they were in and responded, "I don't suppose I can get a glass of a dry white here, can I?"
"Sure," he said, "we can always try though I have never ordered wine here."
"Yes!" He said to himself, "we are chatting. Finally!"
Pointing to an empty table, unfortunately next to the boys, for them to sit down at, Mr L. moved quickly to the bar to order their drinks and pick up his beer.
Upon his return, he noticed that the 2 women were talking quietly to themselves while the boys were getting louder and louder, trying to draw attention and getting increasingly drunk.