I was in the back of the taxi after the leaving do. Babs was on the other side and Penny was squashed between us, with Jerry, Babs' husband, up front in the passenger seat. I certainly enjoyed being squashed next to Penny β who wouldn't? Penny was 5' 10" tall with dark hair and eyes and full lips that took your breath away when she smiled. Penny thought she was overweight but she looked perfect to me. I guess she has 44" breasts, maybe an E cup, with legs to die for β long and shapely with full thighs and calves. Penny generally wore flat shoes to work but tonight she had on a pair of 3" heels which made her calves β and her whole body β just scream out to be touched.
There wasn't a huge amount of room in the car and although I wasn't exactly drunk, I took advantage of the slightly relaxed state we were all in to make sure as much of my body as possibly made contact with Penny's. Things were pretty staid at work and normally I wouldn't dream of taking advantage of a situation like this. Normally I would apologise for the slightest contact with anyone and immediately move away.
It helped that Babs was a bit more relaxed (helped in turn by that bit more alcohol she had drunk) than the rest of us and was confiding in Penny some of the slightly wilder sexual things she had done β or would like to do. I heard a few terms β husband .. blowjob .. train .. balcony .. stocking tops on display .. old man .. younger guy β but I was only half listening. And I was only half listening because most of my attention was on Babs' hand, which kept resting on Penny's leg, just above her knee, as Babs' made this or that point.
I was enjoying my own little pinup view when I realised that Penny had half turned to me and was flashing that 5-star smile. It took me a few seconds to realise that the smile really was for me and a few more seconds to understand why she whispered "Down, tiger!" through those gorgeous lips.
I had been enjoying that innocent knee touching and in my slightly inebriated and very horny mind it wasn't innocent at all. I had half turned towards Penny and, to my horror, I realised that I was slowly rubbing the bulge in my trousers against Penny's upper thigh and the start of her rather ample backside.
"Oh. Sorry." I replied immediately, reverting to my usual office caution. Penny's smile turned to a soft peal of laughter as she turned her attention back to Babs and somehow managed to give me an even better view of that beautiful backside and how it filled her dress - and even a hint of stocking top as her hem rode up a few inches.