It was a hot summer's day, around six months ago, when I first saw Nesrin, a new recruit in the Claims department at my insurance firm, going through the induction training. I was chatting to an accountant colleague, Steve, as she walked through our department towards the training room. As she walked through, we both stopped our conversation to look at her. Roughly 5' 9" tall and in her mid-twenties, she was very curvaceous, walking with a confident flow that caused her long hazelnut hair to sway and lift off her shoulders before returning, stroking her smooth tanned skin. She had dark brown eyes, and hardly any make-up, allowing her natural beauty to show itself. She was wearing a red halter neck top and black trousers that concealed a beautiful figure -- I guessed she was a size 14 with maybe 38E breasts -- and to me big is beautiful! I couldn't help but gaze at her as she walked past us. Her rounded bum stretched the fabric of her trousers and filled them with a most delicious shape as it wiggled inside. The halter neck had just left the top of her trousers enough for me to spy a small tattoo at the base of her back, but she wasn't close enough for me to see what it was.
For our sins, both Steve and I thought exactly the same thing as soon as the door was closed -- although it was Steve who actually said it, "A man-eater if ever I saw one." I simply smiled at him and went back to work. Over the next few days she would walk past my desk regularly in and out of that room, until the training was finished and she disappeared to her new desk downstairs.
I hardly saw her again until around two months ago when she asked me for help tracing a payment to a client. We exchanged emails relating to the query but once I had resolved it and she had thanked me I couldn't resist asking her how she was settling in, trying to get to know her a little. She said she was enjoying life with the company and I popped one back down asking her about her name, as it was one I'd never heard before. She explained that Nesrin was a Turkish name, given to her by her father who came to England and married her English mother, and despite the Turkish name she had lived in England all her life. I told her that I thought her name was beautiful and she thanked me again. From then on, on the rare occasions that we did see each other face to face I would always smile at her and exchange the usual pleasantries -- usually a simple "good morning". We would have a few more email exchanges as she asked me for help with other problems she encountered day-to-day, and she always seemed very polite and friendly -- quite the opposite one would expect from a "man-eater".
A couple of months ago we decided that the Finance team, where I was based, should move downstairs to give more room for the expanding Sales team and fill an empty office off the main Claims room. After a couple of weeks we decided that the space was a little too cramped, so we arranged for the partition walls to come down, leaving us all in a big open space, although I still sat some distance away from Nesrin.
One recent Saturday, I was doing some overtime trying to get some accounts ready for head office. I was alone in Finance and there were three working the Saturday evening shift in Claims that was about to end. I decided I needed a tea break as I still had a fair bit of work to get through before I would feel comfortable enough to leave the rest to do on Monday morning. The claims guys were packing up for the evening and I heard the unmistakable sound of high heel shoes on the kitchen's lino floor surface. I turned to see Nesrin bringing her cup into the kitchen to rinse it out. She stood at the sink and started to rinse, half-heartedly smiling at me, 'Hi Andy, you okay?' 'I'm fine thanks, how about you? Working late again? You always seem to be here, and I thought I was around quite a bit!' 'Yeah, I could do with the extra money really.'
It suddenly struck me that yes, she was around here a hell of a lot and the extra work was taking its toll. She was still gorgeous, but her eyes didn't seem to sparkle as they once had. 'You out on the town tonight, then?' I asked. 'Saturday night is party night.' 'No, not tonight. A night in front of the telly is all I seem to do these days.' 'These days?' I enquired. 'I was under the impression that you girls in Claims were always out on the razz together?' She smiled, and continued to work the sponge into her cup. I ran my gaze along her arms to her shoulders, her hair that hid part of her face from me. With it being Saturday and the company's dress code therefore not so strictly enforced, she was able to display her spectacular fashion sense. She was wearing a slightly off-white ankle length skirt and a dazzling multi-coloured wrap style top. The garments, as every garment she ever wore, accentuated her glorious figure to the maximum. While my eyes took in her incredible curves, I was oblivious to the kettle that had boiled at some point during.
She sensed me looking at her and she turned her head to look at me, and I tried to make it look as though I had been making the tea all along, but in my panic I caught the mug with a trailing hand, knocking the tea bag out and sugar all over the surface. She giggled at my predicament and I felt even more foolish once she branded me a 'clumsy oaf'. After a moment of embarrassment I responded by laughing with her. Eventually our laughter subsided and I said, 'That's the ticket.' Her face fell into a more serious look and she replied, 'What do you mean?' 'I mean you've got a beautiful smile and I really like seeing it. It isn't around very much these days. You're working far too hard.' 'That sounds like the pot calling the kettle black to me. You are here as much as me.' 'But I've got good reason to,' as I nodded my agreement. 'Don't have much else to do but go back to an empty flat.'
Our conversation was interrupted by one of Nesrin's colleagues wishing her goodnight, she responded 'Night John'. He was pleasant enough to give me a smile and a 'See ya', but in truth I didn't even know the bloke. Wouldn't have even known his name if Nesrin hadn't said it. He left with the other guy leaving just Nesrin and myself alone in the office. 'What makes you think I've not got a good excuse for being here, Andy?' I scoffed in reply, 'Oh, come on! They must be queuing up round the block to date you!' She pressed her lips tightly together in lament, 'No. Since I split up with my boyfriend I've taken a break from men. Spent some quality time with me.' 'Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realise.' 'No, that's alright, don't worry about it. I was upset when it happened, especially trying to settle into a new job at about the same time, but I'm used to it now. It was made easier by people helping me settle in, like you with all your help.' 'Don't mention it.' I smiled at her again. 'It's what I'm here for.' I suddenly realised that my tea was still brewing, and the thought of stone cold tea so strong you could stand a spoon up in it didn't appeal. I hurriedly took the bag out, and moved towards the bin to get rid of it. But Nesrin was still standing at the sink and the bin was the other side of her.
She apologised and tried to move out of the way but was hampered by one of the chairs in the "break out" area of the kitchen. I reached across her and tried to get the tea bag off the spoon, having to shake it gently to finally free it. She was on tip toes trying to get out of my way, but over balanced and almost fell backwards over the top of the back of the seat. I quickly reached out with both arms and pulled her back in towards me as she let out a soft squeak of panic. She landed back pressed against me with her face on my shoulder, giggling frantically. Her fine hair was rested on the stubble on my chin and an array of scents rose from her -- I instinctively held her to me with my hand rested gently on the back of her head, and my self control disappeared entirely as I placed a kiss on the top of her ear.
She lifted her face and looked aghast, staring straight into my eyes. 'Oh God' I thought to myself, 'You've really buggered this one up you idiot.' and prepared myself for a hard slap on my cheek or a verbal volley from her. But without saying a word, she pressed her lips to mine in a passionate embrace. I pushed my tongue to meet hers and she accepted, putting her long manicured fingers through my hair as our kiss deepened, our embrace locking us together and I placed my hand on her cheek, gently stroking it and toying with her earring that dangled a centimetre or so from her ear. We fumbled around the chair that had left us in this state -- and she stood with her back to the wall -- her hands were now on my back, the nails scratching the flesh through my shirt. Her lips left mine and she pulled my hand and led me from the kitchen and hurried to my desk, pushing my chair away and perched herself on the surface.
She kissed me again, and starting tugging at my tie trying to free it from my collar. I put my hands on her hips and ran them up over her curves, reaching the belt that was holding her top in place. I freed it as she was unbuttoning my shirt and running her fingertips across my bare chest, toying with the sparse hairs that grew there. She pulled my shirt away and I pulled the arms off myself to leave me in just my trousers. As her belt slipped away her top loosened. She moved towards my trousers but I stopped her before she touched them -- I was determined to savour this moment so I put her hands on the desk and moved towards her. She pulled her skirt up to give enough room for me to manoeuvre close to her. Her legs were parted slightly so I put one leg between then and held her close to me. She gasped as I pressed my mouth against hers again, tasting her sweet mouth, sucking her tongue and biting and nibbling on her lips.
