The music at the bar was loud. I was sitting at the end of our group of tables. We had pushed several high-top tables together to accommodate our group. We weren't celebrating anything that night. It was just another happy hour night out with the coworkers, and a couple of the guys' girlfriends had joined. The center of the table was lined with appetizers that various people had ordered and put in the center for everyone to just grab as they wanted.
Jeremy was sitting on the opposite end of the group from me. Every once in a while, we'd make eye contact, and the corner of his mouth would turn up in a secret grin. Jeremy used to work with our group but had recently left for a better opportunity. I wanted to be angry at him for leaving, but it was the right decision for him and his career. So, when he told me, I was surprised but just took a deep breath, put on my biggest smile, and congratulated him.
Jeremy and I had a thing together. We weren't necessarily together; he saw people, and I saw people. We definitely got together at times though, and it was a very pleasurable time when we did. We experimented with each other, we trusted each other, and we let ourselves go with each other. And, fuck, could he make me orgasm so hard my legs would shake. Yes, when Jeremy and I got together, it was a very pleasurable time.
Neither of us was keen on letting our coworkers in on our tryst. Our coworkers, or, well, my coworkers now, were good people. I liked them a lot. They just weren't the type of people who I thought would take well to a situation like Jeremy and I had going. So we kept it just between us. The hiding and the secrecy added to the whole thing and made it so much hotter.
We had been at the bar for just over an hour. Half the table was discussing a project that had recently begun at work while the other half was talking about one of my coworker's new houses and discussing renovation plans. Because the table was split into multiple conversations, I couldn't focus on what Jeremy was saying. I couldn't listen to his deep powerful voice as he talked. I swear, just listening to him talk would make me wet with want and imagining what it would be like if he grabbed me right then and there and claimed my pussy as his in front of everyone.
My thoughts drifted from the conversations at the table as I started thinking about that fantasy and tried figuring out how I could move to his side of the table without everyone noticing. Hmm... I shook my head to clear it. I needed to get Jeremy out of my head for just a second before I did something really stupid like crawl across the top of the tables and right into his lap. I leaned over to the closest person near me to tell them I was going to use the bathroom.
Unfortunately, right as I started to talk, the loud music changed from one song to the next, and in the sudden silence between the songs, I ended up yelling my intentions for the whole table to hear. I flushed slightly and could see Jeremy silently chuckling at me. I stood up, smoothed my skirt down in front of me as I turned, embarrassed, and walked off towards the bathrooms.
The bathrooms in this establishment were at the back end of the bar. There was a tall partial wall that formed a hallway towards the doors labeled Men and Women. The partial wall was high enough that I could just barely see over it. I could see my coworkers and Jeremy all engaged in laughing conversation again. They were oblivious to my eyes on them as I walked down the hallway and into the Women's room.
As I washed my hands, I looked up into the mirror over the sink and checked myself out. My skirt and button-down shirt were not what I'd normally wear out to the bar; we all came directly from the office, and this was what I had. I looked good though. My black skirt cut off about mid-thigh. It was a stretchy skirt that hugged my ass nicely and gave it a good shape. Because of how it clung to my ass, anything underneath would make bumps in the fabric. To avoid this, I had foregone stockings and opted for my red thong.
My strappy black heels were just tall enough to give my legs and ass a nice shape, but not so tall I was teetering every time I had to walk to the copier. I also appreciated that the heel had a little rubber bit on the end of it that cut down the clip clop sound as I walked through the tiled office. On top, I'd gone for a red satiny button down. The softer fabric draped around my breasts, and if you really looked hard enough you could just see the outline of my red lace push-up bra underneath.
I didn't have the biggest tits in the office, but with a push-up bra, mine were definitely pleasant to look at. I wondered how many of my coworkers had looked hard enough today to make out the lace outline. When I caught them looking, I always turned my eyes away and pretended I didn't notice. It gave me a confidence boost in myself when I caught them checking me out. My hair was tied back in a tight knot, and my black rimmed glasses stood out against my pale skin.
