She was difficult to miss—a loud Russian with huge breasts. In truth, everything was of a bigger proportion, except height. She was always involved: in pool parties, and aqua aerobics, she'd be there, talking and laughing loudly with her compatriots. She always seemed to be alone, though. Dances in the evening would always be with her friends, never with a husband or boyfriend. I often looked at her; those breasts in her...

I'd discovered a new experience, one of wanting to go to work, not for the love of the place, though that's for certain. It was through work that my panty collection was improving, both with Kate's scent and flavours on them. They were a little small and, oh so tight, but that's a problem I can live with and enjoy. I was a little perplexed when she said she wanted to "own my cock", but I'm sure I'll enjoy whatever she has...

I'd not seen Kate in a while, but when we did work together, it was like nothing had happened. There were other people around, so I didn't much mind. The same cheery waves and smiles, but no opportunity to talk to her, until the end of her shift. I was outside when she came out; I still had an hour to work. I saw her approach me, the sunlight on her face. She was so pretty. She wandered up to me and asked if my house was...

She wasn't my normal type small, finely boned, and softly spoken. We just seemed to get on. Always exchanging warm smiles and waves at work, a friendly chat, but nothing more. It became obvious that we both had time on our hands as she explained how dull her life was, mine was a little better of late. We often joked about just leaving work and going for a beer but we never seemed to finish work at the same time. Until one...