Jenni had come to work at my office as the payroll manager about a year ago. She was in her early thirties, married with a couple of kids. She had silky, straight brown hair, shoulder-length and cut in bangs, green eyes and wore glasses. She was hardly a great beauty, there was something about her face I found attractive. She was quite a big woman, a little taller than me, not exactly fat but solidly built, with very large breasts which I often found myself staring at surreptitiously.
Jenni and I hit it off immediately. We didn't really have much in common, but we both had a sense of humour. Hers was very dry and self-deprecating. She would make jokes about herself, saying how fat and unattractive she was, which I would gently deny. She was very blunt too. She would tell me when she had had sex with her husband, or when she was having her period. She started to make jokes in front of other people about how we were having an affair. They would laugh, and I would too, but frankly the idea of it intrigued me, although I doubted it would ever happen.
One day I was sitting at my desk, watching Jenni chatting to someone, when I noticed that her tits seemed to have grown even bigger. As if she had read my mind, she came over to talk to me a few minutes later, and revealed she was three months pregnant. After that, Jenni gave me a running update on the trials and tribulations of pregnancy, the backaches and morning sickness and so on.
About a week ago I was in the kitchen making myself a coffee when Jenni walked in. She was now reaching the end of her pregnancy and about to go on maternity leave.
"How's it going?" I asked.
"Oh, alright," she said, "but look." She pointed at her left breast, and a damp spot on her blouse. "I'm already leaking!"
"Oh," I said. "I thought that happened after..."
"No, it can start before, especially after the first one. What a pain!"
She walked out again. I stood there, thinking about Jenni lactating, and the idea was so exciting I went into the toilet and masturbated.
A couple of days later, I worked back till late one night. I thought I was the last person there and was about to lock up when I noticed that Jenni was still sitting in her cubicle, and remembered that tomorrow was her last day before going on leave. I walked around the partition to say goodnight. She was sitting in front of her computer, wearing an ochre-coloured cotton blouse that was tight over her swollen breasts and belly, and a loose brown skirt.
"Still here," I said.
"Yeah, just trying to get all this stuff done. Hey, do you know how to back up emails?"
"Yeah," I said. Leaning over her, I used the mouse to show her how to do it. My face was just inches away from her, and then she turned her face to mine and, and I looked into her green eyes, and without thinking I kissed her on the lips.
For a moment we just stared at each other. Then she smiled and put her hand around the back of my neck and drew me to her and we kissed again, her tongue slipping into my mouth. She tasted nice. I wondered why we hadn't done this before.
I realised my legs were shaking, I fell to my knees in front of her and ran my hands over the great mound of her stomach, feeling the warmth of her through the blouse, then reached up and cupped her breasts in my hands. They felt huge.
"Oh, Jenni," I said, my voice trembling a little. I started to fumble at the buttons on her blouse. "Can I see your breasts?"
Suddenly she went back to her old flippant self. "God, what would you want to see those for?"