Clare had only joined the department a few months ago and to be honest, initially I didn't pay that much attention. Don't get me wrong, she's a good looking woman, tall, slim and with a lovely narrow waist to offset a nice big pair of tits. She has a pretty face too, long light brown hair, blue eyes you could stare at all day and a cute upturn to her nose that adds a little something.
All said though, times are busy and with her being about twenty years younger than me, I suppose I placed her out of my league and out of my mind.
Oh, how things can change. Last night, after work the department went for a bit of a do, nothing special, just a few drinks at one of the local pubs.
Clare was a little late as she had gone to change from her work wear to something more casual, and was now in a figure hugging blue top and tight jeans, showing that lovely female form at its best, half a dozen small silver rings adorned her ears and one in the middle of her lower lip.
She looked good, really good and was sat across the table from me. We had the odd glance and a little flirting, you know the kind of thing, a knowing look, a slight innuendo, banter really, almost daring each other to go that little bit further. There was even a little footsie after she 'accidentally' brushed against my leg three or four times while looking me straight in the eye and smiling.
Later, as the evening progressed, people left, moved around, went to the loo or for a smoke and we eventually ended up sitting next to each other. We were both involved in different conversations, but would occasionally interject in each others and seemed to be on much the same wavelength. The flirting got bolder then and we were touching each other, not really sexually, just a light brush of the back of a hand against a thigh, a lingering touch of a finger against the small of the back as one of us would lean forward for a drink. Close to sexual I suppose, but not real close.
We continued our separate conversations, not once acknowledging each others touch, though we were both more than aware of what we were doing, and where our intentions lay.
As it got later, the boldness of alcohol started to take a step forward and we got a little braver, not just a touch on a thigh but a hand rested there, fingers lightly dancing. People were leaving now, one after the other, until it was only the two of us and a couple of unaware die-hards cuddling glasses.
I said something like "I'll have to go soon, or the last train will leave and I'll be stuck."
"A shame." she said.
And I said, "Yeah, an opportunity missed."
She joked "We could always have a quickie in the toilets!"
We laughed together, but there was that look in her eye, a dare, 'try me' it said.
I looked around and realised we were completely unnoticed. I stood and took her hand, pulling her with me. She laughed, a giggle, and I laughed with her, pretending I was joking then, pulling her to me in a mock lovers embrace. We looked at each other, and both knew the joke was lame.
