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maybe fits into this thread, maybe not.

In the late eighties they introduced me to a new clerical assistant at work. I was on a three year contract, and she was full time.

I was three years older than her, in my early twenties, and her in her late teens, but we hit it off immediately, and I was instantly hooked. She had a raunchy sense of humour, infectious laugh a devastating smile and we were pretty close, often meeting up through mutual friends on nights out. She had the looks, the personality, the stunning figure, and we had the chemistry.

I knew she was open minded, and she often talked about having seen porn tapes, oral, fucking etc. I also knew she always wore stockings to work, flirted with me outrageously, and the double entendres between us always flew thick and fast.

But she had a boyfriend, and like an idiot, even though I thought I had a real chance, I was too bashful and didn't want to muscle in on another blokes girl, even though I doted on her. I never pursued it hard enough, something I still completely regret, even to this day. Had they broken up, I'd have gone for it.

18 months later, I moved away to a full time job as my contract was ending, and despite a very tearful parting on my last day, complete with long and passionate kisses and wandering hands, and an inevitable row with her then boyfriend (and now husband) over it, that almost cost him his teeth, although you vow to keep in touch, we inevitably drifted apart.

A couple of years later, Channel 4 aired a documentary about Fiesta magazines readers wives. One of the boys in work, bought a copy of one of the mags that had the some of the screened wives in it. Casually flicking through it, I then got to the wives section, and staring and back at me from one of the pages, complete with her devastating smile was my former colleague, fully spread, freshly shaved, and cracking big tanned tits on display.

I knew it was her instantly not only by her devastating smile, but by her wedding ring, and the distinctive earrings which ironically I had bought her for Christmas five years earlier.

I have bumped into her only twice since despite having moved back home twenty years ago. She still looked stunning, and the chemistry was still there.

Anyway, needless to say thirty years on, and after countless beat offs, I still have the mag (and a scanned copy), constant regrets, and an instant boner every time I think of her. Just disappointed I never got to see her in the flesh -and sampled it.