A Lunchtime Rendezvous
She was always coming to work in tight trousers, clinging closely to her firm rounded arse. And no bra; she never wore a bra, although her loose shirts and jumpers often concealed the fact. Her face was impish, fun-loving; always cheerful and enjoying life, her long dark hair swinging across it. Every time I saw her, my excitement was aroused; I really fancied her. It was a hot summer's day when I met her going through the front door of the building one morning. Her thin trousers clung more...