The sound of laughter regularly fills our office due to the bright, bubbly nature of young Annabel who has been with us since leaving school. Her cheerful personality means that loud peals of laughter regularly resound off the walls & ceilings of the building; we can even hear her in our office down on the ground floor even though she is upstairs in the design office.
Us old timers who have been here over fifteen years still remember 'young' Annabel starting as a very shy, timid young girl, fresh from school, out in the big wide world...... our construction company office anyway. But once she settled in her personality and love of life & humour came to the fore, and she soon became an essential part of our office as her loud bursts of laughter rang forth and brighten our days. No matter what problems or shit we were trying to sort out in the joys of the construction industry, they were soon reduced to a minor problem as we smiled at the joy of Annabel's laughter. It made problems all 'small stuff' long before it became a trendy catch phrase in some life skills book.
As time passed Annabel grew out of her schoolgirl looks into quite a young stunner who brightened our day visually as well as aurally. As I type this it has occurred to me that the number of reasons needed to go upstairs has grown over the years as Annabel's looks & body have grown. When she reached 18 she had such nice hips supporting a really cute arse wrapped in tight jeans, the style of choice in those days – both of the girls wearing them and us dirty old buggers who admired them wrapped around a cute arse. Whenever we went go-karting after work us men drove like demons to be the kart racing around the track behind Annabel because the kart seats had a gap at the base of the backrest and her tight shapely arse used to wiggle & roll as she swerved around the tight bends on the track. Annabel won every time as the rest of us were too busy fighting it out to be in second place; and none of us ever bothered to try to overtake her either; although to be honest I don't think any of us would have succeeded as she is one mean driver who won on her own merits.
One time she bought her boyfriend along and we looked on jealously as he gave her a kiss after retaining the trophy again that night. We would all have loved to have Annabel as our 'trophy' in our dirty old minds; but none of us would ever consider hitting on her, she didn't deserve that; she was our 'young Annabel' and so sweet.
A few years later Annabel announced that she was getting married to her long-time boyfriend who we had come to regard as part of the 'family' whenever we had social events. When Annabel walked down the aisle in white jaws dropped and trouser snakes perked up and showed interest, she was fucking stunningly beautiful and so innocent looking. Us blokes would had sold our souls to the devil to be the one taking her to bed that night and slowly undressing her out of her wedding dress. At the reception a lot of the wives were wondering why so many of us had suddenly taken up disco dancing compared with our usual habit of drinking beers together. Annabel was so beautiful, so happy, and her laughter was so infectious. That wedding was never matched nor bettered in our memories since. That night a few of wished that she didn't get pregnant too soon as we would seriously miss her presence, laughter & looks in the office.
Marriage was good for Annabel as she blossomed into a confident young woman who took on responsibility at work and was promoted as our company grew.
A couple of years later her and Daniel finally started a family and we counted down the days until Annabel would leave to have her baby. Eventually that day arrived and there were tears & love in the air at the morning tea put on in her honour. The day after the office was so quiet it felt as if there had been a death in the family. We couldn't remember the days before Annabel when the office had been quiet; we had so grown used to her laughter as being a normal day in the office.
A long 6 or 8 months passed until we got the word that Annabel was returning to work, and smiles broke out on faces as we looked forward to hearing those peals of laughter again and seeing that cute arse walking by in the office.
Annabel was a few pounds heavier when she came back, but to be honest it suited her. And those of us with real dirty minds would always liked a bit of padding if we dreamed of giving her a table-ender (in our dreams! Annabel would have laughed if she could read our minds). Well her hubby must have had his dream come true because just 6 months later she was pregnant again, and the weeks flew by and suddenly she was gone again.
With having two youngsters at home now she soon returned to work; maybe to give her lovely breasts a rest from her young daughter and maybe because money was tight. Whatever the reason, everyone was so pleased she was back, the men more so than the ladies! Annabel was now a stunning woman, and definitely a MILF now that term was trendy & common to use, mostly in our minds & dreams, never out loud. The tight jeans had gone, both due to changing fashion and due to a more senior role. Annabel started to wear skirt & blouses more regularly now. These still showed off her shaped hips and sometimes her still cute arse when she bent down or leaned across a desk; but in addition they showed the most beautiful, full, shapely calves I have ever seen. Our 'young Annabel' was now a fully-fledged beautiful stunning women, but still with great personality & laughter.
Gradually I changed my lunch time so that I was in the lunch room for when Annabel entered, and I was always sat in a great position where I could watch her reach & stretch into the cupboards for a plate & a mug, before turning to reach for the coffee machine. Many a day I had a hard on develop under the lunch table as I feasted my eyes across her stunning body. Some skirts got more of an effect than others, and these outfits soon became my favourites for the obvious reason.
But while I admired her body I still loved her bubbly personality and her laughter.
About a year ago I noticed Annabel had started to seem a little subdued and not her regular, laugh at life self. Shortly after that I heard her and Bev talking at lunch that things were tight with her eldest daughter starting school and the other being in day-care. A couple of months later I came into some money through an inheritance; I was mortgage free by then and so the money went into short term savings accounts towards my retirement. Once or twice I thought about approaching Annabel and offering to loan her some money as life wouldn't be getting any cheaper for her with two growing daughters, but I wasn't sure how she would take it, especially if she thought there was a 'cost' involved. Think about it, how many people willingly loan others money these days? Surely there is going to be a hidden reason or cost; or maybe I just have a twisted way of thinking. The more I thought about it the more I admired Annabel each time I was in the lunch room. I admired her as a young mum & wife doing her best in harder times; and I also admired her sexually, many times I had grown a hard on driving home thinking about her. Thinking about her gradually morphed into fantasying about Annabel.
This came to a head, literally, the night the movie channel on Sky TV showed the Robert Redford & Demi Moore 90's film called "Indecent Proposal". This film shows a young couple wanting to develop the husband's business but not having enough money to do so; so they decide to go to Las Vegas and gamble to make up the shortfall of what they need. Whilst playing roulette they gamble absolutely everything on red and the wheel is spun. Like most dreams & gambles in Vegas it comes up short and the look of despair & disbelief on Demi Moore's face is almost haunting. Her look is witnessed by a billionaire played by Robert Redford who befriends them at the table and looks after them for the rest of the evening. Over drinks he learns their story & their dream and whilst playing pool with the husband, played by Woody Harrelson, he lays out his indecent proposal of that he will give them a million dollars for one night with his wife.
