I will never forget the first time I saw her. The elevator doors opened, and I was immediately struck by her beauty. She was tall, probably taller than me, had beautiful eyes, lips that just begged to be kissed, and the most perfect breasts I had ever seen. I immediately felt an attraction to her, which was odd, because I had always considered myself straight, I’d never been attracted to another woman before. But from the first moment, I wanted Angie.
The first few weeks around the office were tough, for the first time I could relate to all the guys who I had just thought were morons. I didn’t know what to say, how to act around her. Every time I saw her, I just wanted to touch her, to kiss those beautiful lips and explore every inch of her body. I had already dreamed of it so many times, cradling her soft, supple breasts in my hands, kissing her neck, her shoulders, finally my mouth finding her nipples… and I couldn’t even imagine what must lay between her beautiful, silky thighs. I wanted to find out.
Despite my awkwardness, we managed to become friends, and finally, I invited her to join me for lunch one day. As we sat, I couldn’t help staring at her. Her shirt was stretched across her breasts just tightly enough that all I could think about was freeing them. But lunch went well.
“How would you like to come over to my place Friday night?” she said, “We could have some dinner, maybe watch a movie, just some good girl bonding time.”
