The other stories I've posted so far are all true. However, I thought I'd try my hand at a little fiction. It'll be in instalments as I've been planning this in my head for a while and would really like it to build... hope you enjoy. Emma and I had worked together for about five years. When I met her, she was a redhead with big boobs, which were two of the three things I always wanted in a woman (the third thing being my dick). She wasn't skinny, she had curves, but these were perfect. Many a time I'd watched her walk away after a break, mesmerised by the sway of her ass and the faint line of her underwear under her trousers. We'd grown close over the years, but we'd never gotten together. I was in a long-term relationship and she'd seen a few guys in this time, but they'd never worked out. We'd always flirted though, harmlessly. She'd jokingly offer me a blowjob for a lift home, and I'd comment on how her boobs always seemed to fill the room. When she wasn't in a relationship, she'd be a lot more open about sex. She'd comment about how the summer made her horny, she had 32G boobs (which tended to be on display more when she was single) and how she had gone through several vibrators. I was glad I'd often be sat at my desk when she was saying these things, as they would often lead to me nursing at least a semi, if not a fully-blown (if only!) erection. However, there came a time when we were both single and sad, and confided in each other a lot. We became much closer because of our various break-ups, but neither of us wanted to risk the bond that we had. We never discussed this; it was just obvious to the pair of us. One day, our boss called us into his office and asked if we'd mind going to our office in London for a few days to train a couple of employees there. All expenses and accommodation would be paid for; the only problem was that we'd have to travel back on the Friday night. Sensing an opportunity for a bit of a booze-up in London Town, I successfully managed to swing an extra night in the hotel for the pair of us and a train back home the next day. So, the training came. The first day was manic; we got back to our hotel on the first night, ate and went straight to bed in our separate rooms. I couldn't fall straight to sleep though; I'd be thinking about her in the next room and what she might be doing. It didn't take long before I dropped off though, being so tired. The next day's training was a bit easier though, and we arranged to have a night out in town with some of the people in our London office after work. We all met up in a bar, the drinks started flowing and we went off to a nightclub. Emma and I took to the dancefloor. She was wearing a short blue strappy dress with matching heels which showed off her long legs to perfection, and showcased her breasts magnificently. She'd clearly put on a push-up bra, although she didn't need one; I couldn't take my eyes off of her boobs as they overspilled slightly out of her dress. I leaned into her and told her that not only did they look great, but I'd have a place to put my pint if I needed to! She giggled and pulled me closer to her, and opened her legs slightly sliding them so she could grind up and down mine. This caused an inevitable hard-on, and we ended up dirty-dancing for a while before returning to our table with the others from work. Due to the amount of people around our table, there was only one seat left. I offered it to Emma, but she pushed me down into it and sat on my lap. Hey, I wasn't going to argue! As more and more drinks were consumed, she would become more and more animated and would move around on my cock as she spoke with the others, not knowing the effect it was having on me. Well, I was drunk and horny, and I decided I would risk it and let her know. Whilst she was in full conversational flow with Kate, a woman from the London office, I twitched my cock, which was growing right between Emma's thighs. She stopped talking, and I did it again. She looked round and me with her eyes and mouth wide open in shock. I wiggled my eyebrows and twitched my cock for a third time; she laughed and put her hand to her mouth, and then turned away and started talking to Kate again. I didn't care about what, I was having too much fun. I carried on doing this for a few minutes, and Emma would playfully slap the side of my thigh each time, until she adjusted herself so she was only sitting on one of my legs. My cock sprang up to the side of her leg, and I resigned myself to no more enjoyment... until she then slide her hand up the inside of my leg and wrapped it around my swollen dick! I was shocked, and immediately the rest of me stiffened up to match my erection. She slowly started moving her hand up and down, slowly jerking me off through my jeans. This carried on for a few minutes; all this time, she continued to talk to Kate as if nothing was going on, although Kate would quickly steal a glance at me, and then to Emma's arm behind her. Emma clearly wasn't being as stealthy as she thought she was.... More to follow.