I had been working in London at the same firm for 3 years, the work was enjoyable and the other staff had become good friends. In my department there was three other men who were all a bit jack the lad out of work, and we would often go clubbing and drinking together. They were a bit like the three stooges. Gary was the tall athletic one who did not drink much, and spent hours at the gym sculpting his pecks, Dave was the short beer bellied, balding type who had a phobia to gyms and an addiction to larger and crisps. Finally there was Lee the tall lanky bloke at 6ā2āā who always looked like he needed a good meal. The only other staff was this one girl called Liz whom did all the coffee and photocopying type of work. She was always good for a laugh and took banter from us well unlike the women on top floor that would scream sexual harassment if you opened a door for them. Liz was a fit girl with superb full breasts and she knew how to put them on display. She would never mind us commenting on her cleavage and always took it as a complement.
This all changed though when management decided to put in a new team leader in the form of Vicky. We all had problems with having a woman boss stepping in to tell us how to do the job, but there was one advantage in that Vicky was a stunner. Of course none of us dared mention it to her but the office conversation had soon moved from Liz and her ample breasts to Vicky and her slim legs and tight arse. She was a suite girl and always looked so well presented in tight smart skirts that showed off her arse and legs to their best.
After an initial settling in period we soon came to except Vicky and the conversation relaxed more to stuff about boyfriendsā etc. It turned out Vicky was between lovers at present and on the hunt. The race was on in the office four red-blooded men wanted to be her next bed warmer. I felt I had the edge on the others because we worked more closely and we seemed to have a good rapport going on between us. Even Liz said one night in the pub after work that she would shag Vicky much to our amusement and jests of lesbian jokes.
The end of the financial year was coming up and bonuses were on their way. To say that Vickiās post was a success was an understatement. Our profits were way up and as an extra reward we were to have a department party all laid on by the firm.
The night came and the party in the office was after a half-day holiday at work. We had all been given the chance to go home at lunchtime to get ready for the party. As you can imagine that meant us boys hit the pub. By evening we were all well lubricated and up for an evening of food and drink. The big boss had come down to join us and dish out hand shakes and bonus cheques. He was very much the director type. Arrogant overweight and red high blood pressured complexion. The only person not there yet was Vicky. Liz was in her usual slightly slutty and cheap outfit that we all approved of. She wore a low cut top and far too short skirt. But by god did she look horny and shaggable.
It was then that Vicky arrived. She looked stunning in a little black dress that was backless and showed off all her curves to perfection. It was obvious from the dress that she wore no bra but never the less her breasts seemed to be a perky as always.
Vicky made straight over to me and asked āHow does a girl get a drink around here?ā She had obviously had a couple before the party and seemed very relaxed and in the mood to party. She mingled with the troops and the big boss but regularly she would look over my way giving me a smile. This progressed during the evening to brushes and touches. I have to say I was getting hotter for her as the night went on. The constant touching and closeness of her body and the smell of her was working wonders on my groin. I knew that I had a good chance of a snog by the end of the evening. As it got later the mood slowed to more in-depth conversations about relationships. Vicky was sat on my knee chatting to Liz when I felt her hand brush against my crutch an accident surely but then her hand came to rest on my already aroused groin and simply stayed there. She would wriggle and move on my leg now and then to tease me giving me the odd squeeze of the crutch now and then. My hand had drifted to her arse and ran small circles around her beautifully firm buttocks. It was then she shifted her position right into my lap, sitting right on my hard on she wriggled until my cock which was by now straining in my trousers pushed up between her legs from behind and rested on her pussy. I could feel the heat of her through my trousers. All the time she was simply chatting as she regularly wriggled and pushed down on the tip of my cock.
With all the attention my cock was getting I was straining at the leash to get her somewhere alone to take matters further. Suddenly she excused herself to go to the toilet, but as she walked away she turned her head and gave me a big smile. Surely a āfollow meā I thought.
