Jackie and I had worked closely together for two years, of course we'd known each other before that, we'd both been employed by the same engineering company since leaving school but this was the first time we'd been actual colleagues. Both in our late twenties we occupied a corner of an open plan office and looked after the sales ledgers. Technically I was the senior, but only just, and in practical terms we did the same job. It wasn't the most exciting job in the world, and neither of us was going to set the company alight, but in the small town where we were born, went to school and grew up it was pretty much all that was on offer.
Jackie had a steady boyfriend, well partner actually, he'd moved into her flat a year or so earlier and from what I gathered they had a pretty rampant sex life. Not that Jackie told me anything specific or went into detail, but it wasn't hard to gather that they had sex pretty often and pretty much everywhere and every way.
I remained unattached, I rented a small flat, my parents still lived in the town, but it gave me a free rein to do what I wanted, when I wanted. It would have been nice to have had a steady flow of attractive women gracing my bed, and indeed there had been a few, but mostly it was my right hand that took up the slack. Masturbation mornings and most nights was becoming ingrained as a habit, and I was more than a little envious of Jackie and her partner for the free and easy lifestyle they seemed to enjoy.
A frequent feature of my imaginings when wanking was Jackie herself. She had a body to die for, tall and well built, not exactly statuesque, but decidedly not skinny, she had a full figure with a deliciously rounded backside that she usually showed off in some tight trousers or skirt, and breasts that most women and all men would dream of.
Of course I'd never seen them nor felt her backside, although last Christmas at the Factory party we had ended up dancing together, closely and slowly, and somehow found ourselves outside the main room. I had her pushed up against a wall and my hard cock was pressing into her as my hand had found her breast through her top and bra, and she ground against me. Our lips were locked together and who knows how it might have ended, but we were interrupted by another couple looking for a similar quiet spot and we broke sheepishly apart.
The moment passed and in our hearts we both realised that a quick shag was not worth putting our friendship and close working relationship in danger for. Since then nothing had happened between us, although it seemed that the incident had brought us closer together, both of us feeling a strange intimacy.
So I was a little surprised when one Monday morning Jackie arrived, pulled her coat off aggressively and threw her handbag on the desk. "He's a fucking no good bastard that what he is." I looked up quizzically. "Sorry, Andy, didn't mean to let rip like that, but he is."
"Not all well at home then?" I asked as gently as I could.
"No, we've split up and he's moved out." I could see tears brewing and stood to pull her into a hug, our part of the office was a little secluded from the rest, she melted into my arms and I sensed she was fighting back tears.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I wasn't used to being an Agony Uncle but it seemed the right thing to say. "Perhaps it will all blow over."
"No he's got someone else. We had the usual 'it's not you it's me' talk, but he's gone and he's not coming back. Not that I'd let him of course. To be fair most of what we had was based on mind-blowing sex anyway, and there's no way I'd let his cock anywhere near me now." Although probably highly inappropriate in the circumstances my own cock was making its presence felt as a reaction to holding Jackie in my arms, and I delicately pulled away slightly so as not to let her feel it. In any event she broke away and wiped her eyes on a tissue then started getting herself set up for work. A little relieved I sat back down as well and let her have some time to compose herself.
The day wore on and she started to become her usual self, and by the end of the week she was almost back to normal, just a little wistfulness apparent every now and again. The weekend came and went and on Monday she appeared to be back to herself. As she took put her bag down she turned to me, "I've spent the weekend rearranging my flat, chucking out anything connected to him, and I've decided to do the same with my life. I'm starting again with a clean sheet."
She removed her coat and faced me. To say that my eyes were on stalks wouldn't have been an exaggeration, she always dressed in a sexy manner, but what she had on could only be described as provocative. A semi sheer blouse through which I could pretty much see her bra, a plunging neckline and a tight pair of black trousers.
And when I say 'tight' they were really tight. Not only did they stretch tautly over her backside, but they fitted extremely snugly round her crotch and to put it plainly, gave her a most impressive camel-toe. "What's up?" she asked.
"Nothing, it's just that..." I hesitated, "...perhaps the trousers are a little....um revealing?"
"Do they make my bum look big?" she asked, twisting round and pulling them even tighter.
"No of course not, it looks perfect," I replied thinking a few compliments might ease the way, "it's just that they look a little tight at the front."
"Well I'm planning to lose a few pounds so that'll take care of that," she answered and sat down a little awkwardly. I admit to struggling a bit that day, not only did I keep getting flashes of cleavage, but every time she stood up her crotch was at my eye level and all I could see were her pussy lips split by the front seam of her trousers. Despite my best endeavours my cock was at a semi-permanent half-mast for much of the day and it was with much relief that I had a fabulous wank the minute I stepped through my front door, my mind reliving the sights of the day, thinking of Jackie until I erupted in a massive orgasm.
To my relief she didn't wear the trousers the next day, just a relatively demure skirt, although she'd clearly splashed out on some new blouses, as that day's offering was much the same. Thankfully I automatically adjusted my cock in my trousers to a more comfortable position, getting a little grin from Jackie as she caught my action.
That day wasn't quite as bad, plenty of cleavage on offer but at least all the skirt revealed was her bum, and attractive though that was, it didn't have quite the same effect on me. That was until later in the afternoon.
