She works for a bank that had offices in the same building where I used to work; she was in their IT operations department. We would meet regularly in the elevator or in the restaurant down the street where most of us from the building tending to go for lunch. We became acquitted as we chatted over lunch and we would also occasionally bump to each other on a night out, we'd have a good laugh and got along really well. She wore clothes that were slightly oversized so you could never get a good look at her body; she wasn't an exceptional dresser.
There was an aerobics studio in the building, the classes normally happened after work, it was not membership based, you could just pay and play. One Thursday evening I decided to go for the Zumba class and I found myself in the row behind Mugz, that was the name everyone who knew her used. I found myself instantly distracted from the workout, because in her spandex there lived the sort of body I go nuts over. In her tights and tank top you could see a gorgeous nice round ass, flat stomach and nice small round tits. I couldn't keep my eyes off her; I made sure I got her phone number that night. I was smitten.
I began texting her immediately and I would make sure we timed our lunch breaks so we'd always meet. I even got her to come help me with my computer problems once or twice. On one occasion I was tempted to reach down and touch her bare thighs, exposed by the short skirt she had on as she sat next to me but I was too shy and scared of the reaction I would get. Our texting became almost obsessive, and it went from flirtatious to sexual.
I was due for a business trip out of the country to Nigeria, on the Friday before I was to leave she agreed to accompany me to the embassy to collect my visa, we then had a drink at nearby bar. The conversation was great, it started to drizzle and in our tipsy state and with neither of us having a jacket, I we cuddled. In the parking lot there was our first kiss, a little drunken and filled with lust.