Years ago when I was a lawyer I worked with P. She worked in my team so we interacted at team meetings etc and the occasional Friday drinks.

She was tall (6 foot) slim and blonde. Her face was slim, angular and what struck me were her piercing eyes. As required by our employer the dress code was strictly business. P usually wore a skirt and blouse but nothing revealing. She did appear to have nice rounded breasts which were in perfect proportion to the rest of her.

As she was already spoken for I did nothing more than fantasise, fleetingly, about what it would be like with her.

Christmas saw us all out for a team dinner at a nearby pub. After a few drinks we had lost our jackets and ties and it was all very convivial.

After main course I had to excuse myself to take a phone call. I was still on that call when P came out of the ladies room. While I was still talking she took her forefinger and ran it down from my open collar to my naval with a slight smirk. I couldn’t say anything both because I was still on the phone.

As I hung up the phone another team member appeared so I couldn’t pursue it and P left. When I returned to the table she was at the other end chatting to some other females. We didn’t make eye contact despite my best efforts.

Later in the evening a few of us, including P were playing pool. We were well oiled by that stage. At one point I stepped up beside her to help her make a tough shot. My left hand was touching hers at the end of the cue and my right hand on her arm at the other end of the cue. I smelt her sweet perfume as our heads were next to each other. As we positioned for the shot she moved her hip so that it touched mine. A thrill of excitement went down my spine. What was I doing, I thought? I'm married. The combination of alcohol and blood rushing away from my brain soon wiped that thought away.

We continued to flirt on and off for the remainder of the evening. At one point I pressed up against her bum as we stood in line at the bar. She pressed back.

As the party wrapped up she was noticeably drunk but still capable of coherent speech.

On the pretext of wanting to make sure she was safe I offered to walk her to her hotel which she had booked as she knew she would be partying hard that night. The night air helped sober her up a little and we chatted about meaningless stuff. Out of the blue she made a comment to the effect that she hated it when she had an unexpected opportunity to fuck (her words at the time) and she wasn’t wearing her good undies. So I asked her whether she had her good ones on or not. She said she wasn’t wearing any. Holy fuck. Should I try and find out if she was kidding? I too was nearly at stage 2 so I took a chance and ran my hand up her skirt to discover she wasn’t lying. I felt firm and full bum cheeks and a surge of adrenaline in me. She gave a slightly audible squeal of delight which made me smile. To be continued.