Work became considerably more cheerful with the arrival of Julie. For months I had been sleeping through my job at the office, watching the clock, sleeping through the months. I had just graduated and was working a dead end job to pay the rent whilst my girlfriend Emily was studying her post-grad.
One Monday morning I was shuffling in late when I noticed someone new sitting across the large office. From the view of her back she had straight brown hair to her shoulders and an enticingly curvy figure which peaked my interest. All day I kept looking over and was pleasantly greeted with the view of her pretty face with large brown eyes, and also her luscious curvy body.
After a couple of days of my distant admiring my interest seemed to be getting worse rather than subsiding. I started to invent reasons to for going over to her side of the office, just being near her seemed to set of all sorts of emotions in me. Her small 5ft 4 body seem to be packed with such large delights it was making me start to swoon and when I saw her smile or laugh it only made my yearning grow. Every day she come in a new outfit which my expert feasted on, imagining the size of her naked breasts and sexy curved bum. At night when I closed my eyes I saw her there and my fertile imagination soon stirred up a whole gallery of images of her naked, indulging me.
At the end of the week it was the norm to all decamp to the pub for a few drinks after work. I was desperately hoping that she would be there. I was chatting with a few male colleagues and very soon, as men do, the subject of the new amply proportioned temp Julie came up. Using my usual subtle questioning I managed to find out she was married but had no kids and was 24 years old from London.
I was somewhat numbed by the news she was married as I had let my fantasies get the better of me all day, so I adjourned to the bar to get some drinks in whilst I hastily adjusted my fantasies to include her marital status - luckily within milliseconds I had her pictured naked with a wedding ring on, up to her usual sensual activities, so no problems there.
As I reached the bar I noticed her there chatting to two female colleagues. I mustered all of my steely nerve and asked if the ladies wanted drinks, she turned and I looked into her eyes for the first time and my legs almost buckled, I found myself almost tripping over my words. Jane introduced Julie to me saying "and this is James, who we all like but he is spoken for" I blushed as she smiled at me. I have always felt comfortable around women except if I started to take a liking for them in which case I could be reduced to a stumbling idiot. I have a slim body and a face that seemed to be pleasant enough to the ladies, so I was more used to girls hitting on me saving myself from my own inept shyness and rubbish chat-up lines.
After getting a round of drinks I joined the 3 ladies and started to relax a little as the drink took its effect and the conversation was kept at a gentle, humorous level. I kept looking at Julie without catching her eyes and tried my best not to allow my eyes to caress over her amazing chest, but was caught by Jane who giggled at me but thankfully didn't mention it. The evening progressed with people drifting away into the night and increasingly I was left with Julie.
We chatted for a long time about our lives and interests as I listened my eyes would look at her warm eyes and her succulent lips. She came across as very intelligent and funny which only drew me in further. She had hardly talked at all about her husband but seemed keenly interested in my relationship with my girlfriend Emily. I explained we had met at University and were now living together but that things had become stale since we had moved to London and in fact she was spending the weekend back at her parents. She smiled and said she was a silly girl if she left me all alone in London for a weekend and again her smile cut right through me.
I was about to reply when the barman rang for last orders. We were both shocked at how the time had passed so quick. She got up to visit the ladies and room and allowed my eyes to feast once more on her buxom body. She was wearing a tight black skirt which showed off her bum as she walked, a white blouse and black cardigan affording only a slight view off her bounteous treasures.
I had fantasized about being unfaithful to Emily and did flirt form time to time but something was very different now. My senses were heightened, I realized that by now I was quite drunk but even taking this into consideration I felt sure there was a mutual attraction here and as she came back I felt compelled to seize the moment......