Kathy wasn't the most beautiful girl Michael had ever seen, but she was magnetic somehow. She was six feet tall and big boned, but she had silky blond hair that reached her waist, a forty four double D bust and the most penetrating blue eyes he had ever seen. And she had a way of looking at him with those eyes that made little shocks of wanting go off in his balls. He wanted to make a move on her, but she not only made his balls tingle she made his tongue tangle.
"I'm telling you Michael, she wants you," his friend Dave told him as they stood by the water cooler looking at her.
"Yeah yeah, so you say. But if I try to hit on her she'll shoot me down just like she has every other guy up here." And it was true. They all worked in a huge open office with perhaps a hundred people in it and, one time and another, every guy in the place had hit on Kathy. She would generally look down on the guy, smile sweetly and lift her eyebrow as though she were about to ask a question before saying something like "not on a bet." Then she would laugh that silvery cruel little chuckle and turn back to what ever she was doing.
"Yeah but look at her, man! I mean daaammn! She could be a hell of a lot uglier and still be worth the shot with those tits!"
"Naw man! Maybe that kinda attitude is why you got shot down."
"Oh listen to mister sensitive pro-women's lib."
"Not woman's lib! Enlightment. Haven't you heard that women hate it when guys look at their tits instead of into their eyes? Besides, as much as I like tits, her eyes give me a hard-on everytime."
Dave shook his head. "Michael, you are one weird dude."
Michael shrugged and headed back to his desk.
An hour later he heard a throat clear and looked up to see Kathy standing in front of him. His eyes went from her luscious, heavy tits up to her lovely face and killer eyes.
She held out a file folder toward him. "This landed on my desk," she said, "but it belongs to you." She leaned forward across the desk and laid the file in front of him, giving him a heart stopping view down her white silk blouse. Her breasts were held up and together by an industrial strength bra, but the cleveage was still breath taking. Her tits were smooth and peach colored with none of the stretch marks so many large breasted women get.
Once more he looked from her tits up to her face. She was smiling with just a hint of impishness. Her eye corners crinkled and the blue of her eyes crackled like static electricity.
Suddenly the little explosions in his crotch sent a shock up to his throat and he said, "Would you have a drink with me Kathy?" It wasn't like he had set out to hit on her, it just happened. His mouth and his balls was leading lives of their own.
Her smile grew wider and Michael expected to hear that silvery laugh, but she said, "Mahoney's at six?"
Mahoney's was a bar near the office. Michael's mouth fell open and he could barely close it to say, "That'll be good," before it fell open again.
Kathy's smile grew wider and more impish before she turned and went back to her desk.
Michael shook his head and glanced at Dave who was shaking his head in response. "I told you so," Dave mouthed.
Michael sat at one of the small tables sipping a Crown and soda and looking at the door. Kathy was late and he was beginning to think the whole thing was a joke, but as he was about to give it up and go, the door opened and there she was. Once more his mouth dropped open. She had gone home to change. She was now wearing a strapless floor length black velvet dress that showed off all of her assets. At the office he had thought of her as "heavy" or "big boned" but looking at her now he knew that she was neither of those. She was more like a larger than life Edwardian sculpture. Her luscious decolatage showed above the shelves of her strapless bra and two silver cords came down from the center. They swept beneath her breasts and down so that they went round her back and then went down to circle her waist and tie at the left side, giving her the classic Mae West hour glass shape. Her blond hair was brushed out long down her back with the right side caught up in a shining silver clip.
Michael stood up and Kathy's eyes connected with his. She came down to the little table. Her smile still had some of that impish quality she had showed in the office.
"A little over dressed for a simple drink aren't you?" Michael said.
Kathy's smile widened and the sparks came into her eyes as she turned around to let him see the whole package. It made his breath catch and his cock start crying to get out of his Jockey shorts.
"Wow!" He said. "You are drop dead gorgeous in that dress kid!" He pulled out her chair and asked, "What would you like to drink?"
Without making any move to sit she said, "Have you had a drink?"
"Yes. What would you like?"
"I would like you to come with me."
"Where too?"
"An engagement party."
"An engag. . . Hey we haven't even had a drink yet! I think engagement is rushing things just a little."
She laughed and it was silvery, but without the cruelty, then she turned serious. "It's my step-sister's engagement. She's . . ." Kathy shrugged her silky shoulders which caused her tits to give a little quiver, but Michael didn't notice. He was looking into her eyes.
