I'd been promoted and moved to a different government department across town. This meant leaving the people I'd worked with for 4 years, particularly the more attractive women, and starting again.
My initial opinions were low.
There was Jayne, a stunning, young, blonde, supervisor with a love of white strappy heels that always gave me an erection. However, her fabulous body couldn't make up for her terrible personality.
The other fancy in my life was Sheila, a Geordie who was 15 years older than me. She had a tiny body for a 35 year old with a 7 year old child. She had a glorious blond bob but also a large nose and the smallest bust I'd ever seen. Standing 5 foot 2inches she became my prey. I'd hang around her desk and catch glimpses of her white lace bra cupping her tiny tits. She also, annoyingly, only wore flat shoes. My perseverance paid off as she started patting my hand and telling me about her life.
One day, as I lurked suspiciously near her, she asked me a question.
'Jaynes having one of her summer parties and I've been invited. Unfortunately my husband's away. I'd really like to go and wondered if you'd be my plus one?'
I could imagine little better, so I agreed, little knowing what i was letting myself into.
Jayne soon heard I'd be going with Sheila and gave me the low down on the event. it was a party at her house on the theme of school holidays, so fancy dress was mandatory.
I checked with Sheila that this was all as expected. It was, so I asked what she'd be wearing.
'I've got a summer school uniform that I can still get into, so that. And you?'
The mention of school uniform had given me a huge hard on instantly.
'I'll get something similar then, ' I averred.
Over the next 2 weeks I put my costume together. Grey knee length shorts, a grey shirt, long grey socks, an old prefects tie and black shoes. I thought I looked quite good.
On the day of the party Sheila had arranged for her daughter to stay over with a friend so we could use her house as our base. She also told me that everything that I saw had to stay private, or both our lives would become a misery at work, where Jayne wielded far too much power.
I arranged for her pick me up in her car around the corner from the office, so no tongues could wag.. She had a Honda Civic and we met as agreed. She wore a russet coloured shift dress that showed a bit of shapely leg as she changed gear.
Her house was in a nearby village and was gorgeous. We got in and she showed me around. My main thought was where was her knicker drawer. I had the guest room with an en-suite. Very posh. She got me a lager and explained that she was going to get changed and showered and that I should do likewise and meet her in the lounge in 50 minutes.
50 minutes later she appeared. The sexiest thing I'd ever seen. She was wearing a pale pink, knee length, pinafore dress. Under this were a pair of pure white, double knit knee socks. The obligatory fawn sandals were in place, as was a straw boater on her head and a brown satchel.
'Do I look ok?' She asked.
I stammered a reply that she looked awesome. I also noticed that she was drinking wine.
'Good, as I've got a confession. You're here under a false
pretext.'
