In my last company, I worked in a large open plan office, with very few staff.
I remember the day that I arrived, I was captivated by the girl who I was to sit next to.
Over the coming months I got to know Sally well in the day-to-day of an office, but it never progressed any further.
She always turned up for work looking immaculate and always stunning.
She invariably wore a suit with a short skirt, which just exaggerated how long her legs were – they always looked as if they went on forever! This was made even better by the fact that she always wore heels of some shape or description.
She had wonderful eyes, and the rest of her figure was slender and firm; she would spend every lunch break in the gym doing aerobics or swimming.
This story is surrounding her birthday party last year.
She invited most of the people in the office to join her for her birthday, and we all went out to a restaurant in the town.
We all had to wear fancy dress, but there was no set theme.
I turned up as a mad Scotsman, kilt and all, and everyone had also gone to town on their fancy dress.
We had all been milling around in the bar, when finally Sally arrived. To say that the room went silent is an understatement … that was just before all the wolf-whistling started (myself included!)
Sally had come in her version of a St Trinian's schoolgirl, and looked tarty, but very sexy with it.
She wore a loose white blouse, unbuttoned the whole way down, exposing her filled black lace bra underneath. Her tie was loosely tied around her neck, and fell limply into her cleavage.
Her midriff was bare, and her skirt couldn't be called a skirt. It was a simple black skirt with a split up her left leg, all the way to her belt. However, it's length was the eye-opener; it was so short that even when she stood in front of us, her skimpy white knickers were visible under it!
She wore hold up stockings which started about 4 inches below the hem of her skirt, and she was also wearing some knee length black leather stiletto boots.
Sally bowed to the applause, and the skipped up to us all at the bar, saying "hi" to everyone, whereupon she gave me a big hug, and kissed me square on the lips.
I was a bit taken aback, but wasn't going to miss an opportunity! I picked her up and twirled her around in a circle, whilst giving her a 'birthday kiss' in return.
The evening progressed, and we all had a great meal – party poppers going off at regular intervals, and everyone letting the alcohol get the better of them.
I was having a laugh with a colleague next to me, when Sally bounded up and sat on my knee, joining in the conversation. We all had a few laughs, before Sally got up again. She leant forward to kiss my colleague on the cheek and in the process bent right over in front of me. The view I got was incredible! I could have leant forward just a matter of inches and kissed her bare backside, there and then!
But, as she stood back up, she turned to me quickly and winked.
But this point, I was concerned that I was getting a tent in my kilt as my animal instincts took their toll!
For the rest of the evening, I could hardly take my eyes off her, as Sally walked around having a laugh with everyone.
By midnight people were starting to leave, and I decided that I had to get going before I did something I may regret
I got up and said goodbye to a few people, before finding Sally and telling her that I was off home. Sally asked me to stay for a couple more minutes and she'd come with me.
She went around and thanked everyone for coming along, and then she and I left together. As we walked out into the cool air, we linked arms and started walking.
"You certainly made an impression this evening!" I joked
"Do you like my outfit then?" she quizzed
"Well, I certainly wouldn't be complaining if you wore it into the office!" I replied.
"It makes me feel a little too sexy for wearing in the office though" she laughed
"I do know what you mean; I wouldn't be able to work if you're were to wear that next to me in the office; well, not without the desk lifting anyway!" I joked.
Sally laughed.
"So, are you pretending to be a real Scotsman under that kilt?" she quizzed, pretending to lift up my kilt.
"I might be - that's for me to know.."
"Yes, and me to find out!" Sally interrupted
Sally then led us down an alleyway between two houses. I knew that the alleyway led towards her house, so didn't think much of it, until she stopped. Saying nothing, she lifted her 'skirt' slightly, and then peeled down her white knickers. She stepped out of them, and then casually undid my sporran and put them inside it.
I was speechless, and stood there open mouthed for a second. Sally came up to me and kissed me on the lips, her tongue searching for mine in the space between us.
She pushed me up against the wall and we melted into each other. As we broke off kissing, gasping for breath, she looked into my eyes.
"At which point in the evening are you going to realise that I dressed like this just for you, and that all I want for my birthday is to have you screw me senseless?!"
I was stunned; happy, but stunned!
"What, you just want me to bend you over and bang you here in a dingy alleyway?" I asked.
Sally paused for a second "Do you have a better idea?"
I took her hand, and carried on down the alleyway until we got to the main road. I turned left, and walked down the street. Soon enough we were at the destination I was thinking of. It was the town's park. It was all locked up, but we soon found a gap in the fencing large enough for us to squeeze through.
Arm in arm we walked towards the garden area of the park, where I knew that there were benches surrounded by trees and shrubbery.
