Last Friday I stopped after work for a much-needed drink after a hectic week, and ran into my coworker Reggie and his wife, Andrea.

I’d met her at work functions. She’s quite attractive, about five ten, with nice breasts. On this occasion her blonde hair hung down past her shoulders. She wore a mini, a spaghetti-strap top, and no bra, and as the air-conditioning took hold, I watched her nipples grow.

I was comparing the two of us as we shared a table. I’m five six, with short dark hair. I do have a great figure, and am perky but rather small in the breast department.

Andrea and I became fast friends. It turned out we liked a lot of the same things, decorating being at the top of the list, followed closely by shopping. The other thing we have in common is we’re not big on... Read More