I first saw her at work in the typing pool.
I was introduced and she smiled.
I was knocked out from the moment that smile lit up the room.
Eventually, she moved to another building, at almost the same time as I did.
I recall looking up from my desk and there she was, sitting facing me. She smiled and I sat there infatuated.
Day after day, she'd come out to a small cupboard to get a cup for her coffee break; she always wore a light blue uniform.
It was cut to the length of a mini, and was combined with black stockings and black medium heels.
She had legs that went all the way up to her arse and made a cunt out of them selves. I'd perv my brains out every time she wandered out to that cupboard.
On occasion, I'd follow her up the stairs, she didn't seem to realise I could see what she'd had for breakfast and I wasn't about to tell her.
As time passed, we began to spend more time together, attending social functions for work, or even private functions connected to someone at work.
After about 12 months, it was generally accepted that we'd go to most things together, though at that stage, that's all there was to it.
One evening, we'd attended a bash in a large Hotel. Carmel had been drinking, something she obviously wasn't used to, leaving her open to a move by me. I called a cab, and we kissed passionately all the way home.
The ice had been broken and I'd got to cover her body very well during our session in the cab.
She was perfect, not only great legs, but the hottest body, and a great butt.
Her boobs were tiny but still a nice handful and I imagined very pretty to look at, not that I'd seen them yet.