"Hey, wait for me!!" I heard a voice call.
She was running as fast as she could in her high heels so I held the lift doors open and smiled as she entered. What a babe! I certainly hadn't seen her here before.
"Thanks!" she said, blushing, as her tight floral top stretched with each of her heavy breaths.
"Do you work on this floor?" I asked, as she caught her breath and shuffled the papers she was carrying. "I haven't seen you before".
"Only since last week", she smiled with even white teeth. "I'm with Pearl Orient Travel. Just taking some documents down to Level 4".
My eyes were glued to her heaving chest; she was a small girl, with large breasts and slim hips. As I looked her up and down I admired her tight calf-length pants and the strappy high heels which showed off her pretty tanned feet with their painted toenails.
As the elevator whooshed down 26 floors, I realised I'd have to act fast if I was to have any chance of seeing her again.
"Seeing you're new around here, would you like to have lunch with me, perhaps? I'm going down now".
She looked me right in the eye, and hesitated.
"Well, not today", she answered.
My heart sank, until she added, with a bright grin, "But tomorrow I'm free".
Just then, the elevator doors opened at her floor.
"I'll meet you downstairs at Café Angelica tomorrow at 1 then", I said quickly.
"OK. Bye!" she said airily, as she waved her slim hand and walked off.
As I watched her click-clack down the corridor I admired the way the thin green fabric of her pants stretched across her neat butt. It was clear she was either pantyless, or was wearing a very small g-string.
As the elevator continued to the ground floor, I also realised I didn't even know her name - nor she mine - but that could wait until the next day.
+ + +
"So, do you make a habit of asking girls out in the elevator?" Meli asked, once we'd ordered. She'd taken off her jacket and the amount of tanned shoulder and cleavage she was showing was very distracting.
"Only the sexy ones", I grinned, raising my glass.
She clinked my glass and giggled, shaking her wonderful breasts as she did. She seemed quite conscious of the effect she was having on me, as she'd worn a very low cut dress. Hair-width straps kept the whole thing up and I could almost see the edges of her nipples where the neckline was cut very low.
"So have you been in town long?" I asked her, only half looking her in the face.
"Not really. I moved here from Sydney to take this job".
Meli paused, noticing my attention was on her cleavage. She gave me a tiny smile and stretched the strap of her top, allowing me to glimpse the generous curve of her breast. She let the dress fall back into place, lower than before, before continuing.
"So I'm hoping I'll make friends quickly. I'd get a bit lonely otherwise".
"Well, if ever you're in the mood to go out with someone, I'm available", I smiled, picking up her obvious hint.
"So you don't have a girlfriend?" she asked, sneaking a look at my ring finger.
"Well, I do", I said, pausing. "But let me tell you a little secret . . ."
I went on to explain to Meli that my girlfriend, Karen, was not that interested in sex and, in fact, wasn't the sort of girl who even tried to make herself sexy. As a result, I often went out with other women behind Karen's back, especially women who overtly exhibited their sexuality.
"Mmmm, that's interesting", Meli smiled. "You know, I've got a little secret too . . ."
My eyes widened as Meli told me how she'd worked for five years as an exotic dancer in Sydney and had moved cities to get away from a customer who'd started stalking her.
"Well, that explains two things", I grinned, as Meli continued to play with the neckline of her dress, pushing it down even further, now so that the edges of her nipples were showing.
"What are they?" she giggled.
"Well, it explains why you're able to wear a dress like that in such a sexy way", I explained, staring at the substantial amount of flesh which was now sticking out above the neckline of her dress.
"And?" she smiled, letting one strap fall off her shoulder altogether, baring almost all of her left nipple.
"Why a beautiful girl like you was so willing to accept a lunch invitation from me", I laughed.
Meli laughed too as she adjusted her strap once more, re-covering her loose breast. "I'm glad I met you", she giggled, "Maybe if Karen lets you out one night, I can show you one of my other outfits".
+ + +
A few days later, I bumped into Meli again in the elevator. As we ascended, I spoke quickly.
"Lunch again tomorrow? One o'clock, same place". Meli nodded and grinned. "Bring some photos of you in Sydney, too", I added, as she got out and, once more, I was able to admire her shapely butt, this time in tight camel-coloured pants.
The next day, at the café, I could see that she'd gone to some effort to dress up. Her dress was so short - and her black mules so high - she could only take tiny little steps, her feet were arched so high.
"Here", she offered, after we'd sat down and ordered. She held out a thick packet.
My cock was already semi-hard from watching Meli sit in her chair, flashing a great deal of thigh, and dangling her little shoe off her toes with their dark-painted nails. Now these photos got me totally hard. They were of girls - including Meli - posing with guys in a busy club.
"I used to work with those girls; most of these photos are at parties we went to, not at work", Meli explained. "You weren't allowed to take photos at work".
Meli was wearing an amazing assortment of outfits: a keyhole skirt that showed the top of her shaved slit; a sheer pale blue dress tied at the sides with just a g-string underneath; a green leopard-print miniskirt with a matching boob-tube, both worn very low to show off more than most girls would; a pink minidress slit almost up to the armpit; a keyhole dress which showed most of Meli's breasts and belly.
"My favourite's this one", I said, handing her a photo.
It was of Meli on the dancefloor: she had a tiny red skirt with a wide side slit, which had swivelled around, showing the smooth flesh underneath. The front of the top was held together with a single metal clip and her breasts were almost falling out. She was dancing in a very high pair of strappy silver shoes, laughing wildly, her long dark hair flying loose around her pretty face.
"You look like you're having fun", I grinned, looking at Meli until she caught my eye and giggled back at me.
"I'd like to take you out in an outfit like that sometime", I suggested, imagining the looks that Meli would get if we went to dinner, or dancing.
"I think I'd like that too", she replied, rubbing her little foot against my calf.
"Maybe Friday then?" I offered. Karen would be out of town for the weekend.
"Sure, why not?" Meli smiled, continuing to rub her foot against me.
As we left the café, Meli surprised me by taking my arm and squeezing up against me. I circled her waist with my arm, which she didn't resist and, as we caught the elevator together, she reached up to kiss me. Her floor came all too soon, and I watched her from behind, yet again, click-clack into her office as the elevator doors shut.
+ + +
Until Friday night, I lived in a half-awake half-asleep fantasy world. Imagining Meli in some slutty little scrap of fabric, flashing her wet pussy to everyone, letting her tits swing free, gave me plenty of masturbate over.
"We'll go dancing at this Latin place I know", I told her on the phone.
"Oh good!" she giggled, "Latin dancing is so sexy! But I'll need a pair of shoes to dance in. Will you come shopping with me before we go out?"
I love women in high heels, so I eagerly said yes. "I hope you'll wear something that shows you off to the max!" I said.
"Mmmmm", Meli replied breathily, "I can probably arrange something for you".
I'd arranged to pick Meli up at her apartment around 8pm, find her some shoes before the shops close at 9, then head off for some dancing at Bar Salona. Being a little bit sneaky, I deliberately arrived about 20 minutes early, hoping that, like a lot of women, she wouldn't quite be ready and I'd see her getting dressed.
"Hi there!" she said, opening the door just a crack when I buzzed. I could see she was wearing a long satin skirt and was holding her arm across her bare breasts.
"I'm a bit early - sorry", I explained, "But it beats driving around for twenty minutes".
"Come in", she said, opening the door a little wider. "I'm not dressed yet. You can help me though", she added, standing on tiptoes for a kiss, pressing her firm tits against my chest.
It was my first glimpse of her bare breasts and was well worth the wait. Clearly, she'd had some work done on them: they were nicely out of proportion to her tiny build and they stood up without any assistance. She knew I was looking at them as she turned and walked towards the kitchen with the air of someone who was well used to having guys stare at her body.
"A drink?" she asked, opening the fridge.
In her bare feet, she was shorter than I expected and, somehow, she seemed much more fragile. Her charcoal grey skirt was slit right to the waist so, as she moved around, her entire leg and hip was visible. In fact, the skirt sat so low that her hipbones were showing and I wondered how she kept it on at all.
"Here", she said, smiling, as she handed me a gin and tonic.
She leaned with her elbows on the kitchen counter, just smiling at me. Because she was arched slightly back, her breasts stood out prominently and I noticed that the cold from the fridge had made her nipples stick out beautifully.
