Chloe’s Night Out

(This is my first story. The ideas I have are a mixture of my fantasies and things that have happened to me. I plan to write more if people like them.)



I can pretty much remember the exact moment when I realised that my body had a particular effect on men (it was when I was in my dads pool back when I was 15 and I noticed the look on my uncles face as he watched me laying on an inflatable in my swimsuit… but thats another story). Since then I have learnt how to make the most of what I have, how to dress and how to move, how to have maximum impact.

I’m lucky to be naturally petite, but also blessed with nice, big tits. The only down side to this is that other women tend to hate me, they think I’m a bimbo with no brains who gets everything in life by being a little slut, or they’re just jealous because I’m young and pretty and get lots of attention.
So I was pretty surprised when Amber, the offices new intern, came to my desk on a friday afternoon and asked if I wanted to join a few of the guys for a drink after work.

“Sure, who’s going?”, I asked
“Well there’s me, Dave, Marcus, Tony and a few people from downstairs. C’mon it’ll be fun, this weeks been murder and we could all do with a drink or two”, she smiled as she perched on the edge of my desk.
“Totally, I am so ready for the weekend”

I wasn’t lying, it had been a full on week and I was ready to let my hair down. My boyfriend Simon was away for the weekend for a mates Stag do, and the prospect of sitting at home alone, watching telly with a bottle of wine wasn’t filling me with excitement. A few drinks with some of the office people would be good, I was still relatively new to the job and it couldn’t hurt to get to know a few more people in the company.

“Ok we’re all meeting at the ‘The Grapes’ down the road, straight after work” she said moving off my desk and straightening her tight skirt.
“Great,” I said, “see you there”

I walked through the doors of ‘The Grapes’ a few minutes after knocking off for the week. It was busy, full of people having a few after work drinks, office types mainly but also a few guys from the nearby building sites, your usual London crowd. “The Grapes’ is one of those Gastro Pubs, good wine, good food, a little smarter than your normal pub but still open to the odd builder as long as they had a shirt on.
The atmosphere was pretty lively considering it was just past 5.30pm. I spotted Amber and the guys from work at the far end of the bar and jostled my way through the crowd to get to them.
“Hey Chloe!”, said Amber as I got near. The people with her turned toward me and gave me a warm smile. I recognised Dave and Tony from my office and said ‘Hi’. With them was a tall black guy I had seen around but not spoken to.
“Hi, I’m Marcus, we’ve not met”‘ he smiled.
“Oh Hi, I’m Chloe, excuse me a moment Im going to grab a drink”
“Let me get it, what would you like” he replied
“That’s really kind,thanks – a white wine please”
Marcus moved off towards a space at the bar, I casually checked him out from behind, very nice.
“I see you looking!” Amber giggled
I feigned surprise “Shhh! He’ll hear”
“Well that was a full on week hey Chloe?”, Dave leaned in to be heard over the crowd.
“God yes, glad its done”.

Dave was a guy I had worked with a lot since arriving at the company. He was nice looking and a good laugh, if I wasn’t with Simon I could go for Dave, very much ‘my type’ and I’m pretty sure he knew it. We chatted for a bit and I caught him glancing at my chest a couple of times. I dress within the work guidelines, but my outfits show off my curves to the full and the grey suit I was wearing did just that. The little waistcoat did a great job of pushing my tits up and I’d left my blouse open enough to display a nice bit of cleavage. I shrugged my jacket off and slung it over the back of a nearby chair, I made sure that if he was looking that he would get a great view of my apple shaped arse tightly wrapped in my grey pencil skirt.

Marcus returned with my wine, he handed me the glass, it was huge.
“Oh my! thanks Marcus, a small one would have been fine.. I hope you’re not trying to get me drunk”, I teased.
Marcus gave me a broad grin, “Ask me that after the third one”

As the evening progressed the crowd thinned out as more people went home. Our group was now down to me, Amber, Marcus, Tony and Dave. We were now buying bottles of wine and the table was strewn with empty plates from a couple of rounds of nibbles. With the amount of wine we had consumed the conversation had become a bit more daring.