The snow was falling heavily and here I was visiting my colleague Steffi for the last time. I had just returned from a Christmas visit with my parents and was back in the small town where I'd worked as a co-op student for the past 8 months.
Steffi was my age but had been there two years already and trained me in my first few weeks. She was great at her job, very skilled, and very beautiful as well. She was about 5'8" with medium length brown hair which was naturally wavy. She rarely put on makeup but she didn't need it either. Her skin looked flawless, very light complexion. Her eyes were a greyish green colour and I'd normally be lost in them if it weren't for the fact that she had a nice body with large breasts that always got my attention. She was probably a C cup at the very least.
I remember sitting at the coffee shop, across the table as my colleagues gabbed about their adventures, sneaking a peak at her as she leaned back against the wall, stretching her arms over her head, thrusting out those beautiful breasts against her white blouse and making me almost want to blow a load of cum in my pants right there. Unfortunately she was sitting next to her boyfriend, Dayne Wright.
Yes that was his name, Mr Wright... And he was as handsome as she was beautiful. They were the perfect pair, except for one thing. He turned out to be a bit of a jerk, and they had a horrible break up. Steffi was emotionally distraught for weeks afterwards, and having Mr Wright working in the same office building didn't help much. But as winter approached she seemed to have recovered and became much more approachable to sorry single guys like me.
I had accepted another job at another town, 15 hours away and was packing up getting ready to go. I got an email from Steffi asking me to drop by her place. The office had gifts for all the departing co-op students and she had picked it up for me in my absence.
I dropped by her apartment and we made some small talk. She was alone, and it was the night before New Year's Eve. She lamented about not having any plans. "I'm really sorry about what happened between you and Mr Wright. But you're way too good for him. I don't think you should worry about not having a boyfriend for the holidays - but rather enjoy the freedom you've got now." We both really enjoyed the small town and the natural beauty of the surrounding area and started talking about possibilities for her, possibilities that I was leaving behind the next day.
As we continued chatting her mood brightened. Steffi even laughed at some of my corny humour. She offered me some tea and as we continued to talk I was confused. I had no idea how to read women. I'd never had a real girlfriend, in fact I was a bit of a loner throughout school, and yes I was, a 27 year old virgin. Talking to Steffi felt comfortable but I was always unsure - was she coming on to me? Did she mean to touch my arm like that? Her smile, the flick of her hair, the way her eyes seemed to twinkle... she had me captivated.
I motioned to leave, afraid to mess things up, wanting to leave on a good note. Plus I should have been back at my place packing up and getting ready to move out of town the following day. She decided to offer me a goodbye hug. All logic and reason seemed to leave me as she pressed her body against, mine, the warmth of her breasts against my nervous chest. I gave her a peck on the cheek, which made her gasp. She quickly turned and gave me a kiss on the lips.