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The affair with Mrs. Sims

My wife and I separated and divorced when I turned 30. We didn't have any k**s yet, so I felt quite free. It was a big weight off of my chest! After the divorce was final, I decided to change jobs (And basically careers) and go from being a Network Administrator, to opening up my own PC Repair shop. I had some money saved up, and it didn't cost too much to get started. I had a bunch of used PC's, monitors, parts, and so on, and kept a nice selection on new processors, fans, chassis, and so on. I was almost starting to make money after about a year, and I got lucky. I started a contract with a company to build them about 100 computers per year. After that, I started bidding on some county and state projects, and next thing I know, I was working and making money! This story is about how I grew and needed to hire an employee. Mrs. Sims ended up being that employee.
Once per week on Monday nights I donated my time to a large church by my house. I took a bunch of old laptops in and set them up, and had senior citizens and other older (some were as young as in their 50's) folks from the church come to learn how to use a PC. It started off with only about 3 people showing up the first two weeks, but word got around, and it was up to 8 people after a couple of months. It was mostly men wanting to learn to use the internet, but the women wanted to learn to use Excel and Word, as they were good at typing, and wanted more skills. One of the ladies, Carol Sims, was attending to learn how to get some skills so she could get a job. Mr. Sims never had to work, her husband did well in insurance, but he was no longer able to work due to bad diabetes and he needed to stay home. They weren't financially able to just retire, so she had to go to work.
Mrs. Sims is actually kind of pretty for an older woman (I will give her age later). She always dresses nicely (You could tell they had been living comfortably) but she is shy, and not real talkative like the older men in the class. The men are all mouthy and opinionated, and talk all the time.
Mrs. Sims had colored hair. Kind of brown, red tint. She seemed to be in good shape, kind of skinny. I never really noticed her breast size or rear end size (Until later). She didn't seem to wear much make up that I could tell. She did have pretty blue eyes.
I really enjoyed giving back to the senior citizens who came to learn about computers. I figured it would eventually come back to me somehow. But it seemed to be the same thing. The men only wanted to know how to get around the internet, and the women wanted to learn applications. I added more and more software to these laptops, and after a few months (When I was getting busier at my work) decided I was going to need a part time helper at my store. To give you an idea, I had a storefront in an older building in our town, actually close to the church. I live in a fairly large community. The storefront is about 1500 square feet, which I have the front two-thirds as retail, and the back third of it is my workarea. It was an old dry cleaners, so it always had an odd smell to it.
Anyway, it got to the point where I could pretty much spend about 10 minutes with the men, and they were on their own. I think they came to the church to get free internet, and have a helper when they got stuck. Mrs. Sims wanted to learn as much as she could, but never really told me why. She just said she wanted to learn the computer.
One evening, after I closed up the store, I headed to a different grocery store to pick up my usual...Bread, cheap meat, chips and soda. Nice diet for a single guy. I treated myself to TV Dinners and ice cream sometimes. As I went to check out, there was Mrs. Sims at the register! I said hello, and she had a HUGE smile and greeted me as if I was a close friend. As she was checking out my items, I asked her how long she had worked there.
"Only a few weeks. I have to work because of my husband's health. He has diabetes, and he has to have surgery on his feet or he will lose them. He cannot work anymore, and we are waiting on his disability to kick in. "
"I am sorry to hear that. Do you enjoy it here? Maybe it is a blessing in disguise???"
"No. That is why I am trying to learn all I can from you, so maybe I can get an office job. I cannot get the hours I need here, and when I do work, my husband gets upset I cannot make him supper." I was not sure how to respond to that.
"Mrs. Sims, I will do my best to teach you all I can so that can happen."
She is a pretty nice lady, so I thought I would do her a big favor. The next Monday I asked her if she had a few minutes afterwards for me to assist her more with her PC practice. She said yes. I decided to give her one of the laptops so she could work on it at home.
"I can't take this, it is yours."
"Mrs. Sims, these are extras from my shop. I have 20 more just like them that I bought from a company that went out of business. Please, just practice your typing and get better. Getting a good office job will be a good thank-you."
She smiled and shook my hand. I looked at her and because I thought it was a strange thing to do...To shake my hand. Her hands looked older than her face. She had skinny, veiny hands, kind of wrinkly. Her fingernails, however, were PERFECT. I could tell she had been getting manicures for years, and she had a French manicure. I thought it looked great.
Back at work, I was falling behind. Whenever I would get a good groove on working on PC's, I would either get a customer, or would have to go on a service run. My on-site charge was so much higher than my drop-offs that I never turned down on-site work. The problem was I had to close and lock the store and put a note 'Be back in an hour'. I really had to get a part time helper. I wanted a techie from the local New Horizons, but I knew that I could only get someone for about 2 or 3 months, then they would get another job. I needed to train someone, and keep him.
That weekend, I went out for a Beer run and some food and saw Mrs. Sims at the grocery store. I asked her how her practice was going.
"I cannot thank you enough. Can you help teach me write a resume? It would be short because I haven't worked since I was 17 when I got married. That was over 35 years ago, and don't know what to put down." She said it kind of quietly, so other people could not hear her, afraid to lose her job.
"Of course. That is a GREAT idea for next Monday."
"Oh, I need to see your ID. You have some beer here." Great...I forgot they scan your Driver's License at this store.
"Her you go" I said to her, handing it to her. She scanned it and looked at it.
"You are a young pup...Only 31. I have a son older than you." She said.
"Really? No way. Mrs. Sims, it is not proper to ask a lady her age, but I cannot believe that."
"Would you believe I am 53? My husband is 58. I just wish he didn't just eat whatever he wanted all these years."
"I am sorry. I wish I could do something" Then her voice lowered again.
"Please, if you can help me with my resume, it would be so wonderful."
"Sure, Mrs. Sims." She gave me a huge smile. Her teeth were nice. No ugly spots, and they were all nice and straight. It made her look very pretty. Her hair, that brownish-red color, was just about shoulder length and wavy, and looked nicely brushed. As I walked away, I turned around to look at her again. She actually had a nice shape in her grocery clothes. They were black slacks and a cotton shirt.
The next Monday came, and it was very crummy weather. Mrs. Sims and one old man were the only two that came. We had thunderstorms that kept the others at home. The old man did his thing on the internet, and I started working with Mrs. Sims on her resume. It was difficult...No, impossible. She had 3 months of relevant work experience. All at a grocery store, and she wanted to work in an office. Who the heck would hire her? Then I came up with an idea while we were trying to think of how to word her resume.
"Are you comfortable with money?"
"Yes, I deal with it at Kroger."
"What about customers. Do you like dealing with customers?"
"Yea. I guess. I seem to."
"Well, what hours are you wanting?"
"I, well, um, I don't really want to work after 4. It upsets my husband that he has to wait till I get home to eat, and with his blood sugar messing up it is hard."
"Would you want to work for a small company? I have just the right place that would hire you."
"With this resume? Who would hire me?"
"I would. I need someone part time to help with customers so I can go on-site and keep the store open, as well as answer the phone. I need help, and you could help. I open the store at 9am, but I am there by 7 or so most days because I am swamped. You would help out a lot. And if you need time off, just ask. Let's see. If you work 9 to 4 that is 35 hours per week, unless you can work Saturdays, too. Then I would only have you work 5 hours, so you work full time. I won't make you stand all day, and there will be some slow time for me to teach you about computers."
"I can't do any of that."
"Why not? The offer stands. You can think about it. I need the help. What are they paying you there? 10 bucks an hour?"
"Close to it."
"I could do 12.50 per hour, but I cannot give you any benefits. I am not big enough for that, but, like I said, if you need off, just say so."
"Let me think about it...And talk it over with my husband."
"Sure."
The next day at 8am I was in the office, the phone rang. It was Mrs. Sims.
"Frank said he was fine with it. He wants me home in the evening time, and I am too tired to do those night shifts at Kroger. I have to put in my notice. Is that okay?" I was quite excited. She was going to be my first employee ever. This was going to be awesome.
A few weeks later she showed up at the shop, and I let her in. I had to laugh under my breath. She was dressed up.
"Mrs. Sims, you look really professional. You look very nice, but you don't have to dress like that to work here. I only wear Khakis when I know I have to go see customers, otherwise, I have jeans on in the winter and shorts on in the summer."
"I am sorry, do I need to go home and change?"
"No, ma'am. I just want you to be comfortable." She had on slacks and a nice blouse with one of those thick vests with lots of flowers on it like ladies in their 50's wear.
The day went well. I showed her how to do things like ringing up customers and answering the phone. I told her not to worry about the techie type stuff, to give customers my cell phone for those things. It went pretty well with her.
After a few months, work was great. I was catching up, and putting in more bids, and winning more bids, and getting busier and busier, and Mrs. Sims seemed happy. I even bought a small fridge and microwave for us to keep food and drinks and heat up our lunch. She would clean like crazy, and my shop looked so nice and organized. She even knew the difference between a graphics card and a hard drive!
However, she came in on a day and didn't say much. I didn't push the issue. We never talked at much of a personal level.
"How are ya today, Mrs. Sims?"
"I am fine, Dave." She didn't say more. After a few hours, I knew something was wrong.
"Mrs. Sims, do you need to take the afternoon off?"
"No. I will be fine. Frank and I got into it this morning. He is really down because he feels he may never work again, and is not taking it well, so he was yelling at me. I was up late cleaning and making sure the house is nice, and I am tired, and my feet hurt, and I am just not well rested. But I will be okay."
"Go take the day off. Do what you need to do."
"No, I don't want you upset because of what is going on at home with Frank."
"Well, the offer stands. You can take off any time you want."
"Thank you. Do you mind if I just sit down and work and type out invoices and things today? I am just worn out."
"Sure, whatever."
As the day went on, she seemed to be happy with customers, then get sad. I came up from my workbench and saw her rubbing her feet.
"You okay, Mrs. Sims?"
"Yea, I am just dealing with hurting feet."
"Here, have something for that." I went into our restroom (Which smelled like flowers and was so nicely stocked with everything needed thanks to Mrs. Sims) and got the hand lotion from the vanity. I walked over to Mrs. Sims and pulled up a chair.
"May I?"
"What, Dave?"
"Place one of your feet up here on my leg...I will rub your feet for you..."
"No, that is okay."
"I am sorry, would you husband be upset?"
"Probably, but he never rubs my feet...I have to deal with his because of his diabetes."
"Here, I promise to be professional with it...If you don't like me doing it, I will stop." She looked at me, and raised her foot up to my knee. We were sitting in the front part of the shop, but in an area that if a customer came in, he/she could not exactly see what we were doing. I put a bunch of lotion on my hands and started caressing her feet. They were quite pretty. Her toenails were finely pedicured, and they matched her fingernails. She did not have long, skinny toes, but nice, smooth toes, and nice feet that didn't seem to look as old as her hands. I rubbed between her toes, up and down the top of her foot, and on the bottom. I looked up at her, and caught her looking at me.
"Now the other foot." I said. She popped off her shoe, and I continued to lovingly caress her pretty foot, just like the first one. I was totally enjoying it.
"How does that feel, Mrs. Sims?"
"I could get used to this."
"Well, good. I will gladly keep doing this if you keep being a great employee. Speaking of that, I really am happy with you being here. I want to make you an offer. You keep working at your rate, but if you either bring in new business, or upsell a customer, I will give you half of the profit. You know how the profit is here, right?"
"Sure, but don't expect miracles. I like working for you, but I don't know if that kind of pressure will be good for me." Mrs. Sims seemed to be lacking in self-confidence sometimes.
"No worries. It will be like a bonus for you." During this time, I moved from her foot up to her ankle and achilles heal with the lotion. Mrs. Sims seemed to let out a moan that I could faintly hear.
" I need to get back to my systems. I hope that helped, Mrs. Sims."
"Like I said, I could get used to that."
What I didn't tell her is that it turned me on SO MUCH to do that to her. I wanted to just whip out my cock and stroke it on her feet with that lotion. I know I couldn't though. I was horny the rest of the afternoon. I couldn't wait to get the store closed to go home and jerk off...To her beautiful feet.

The next day, Mrs. Sims came in to work in a much better mood. It was wintertime, and she was all bundled up from the near zero temperature we had outside. When she took off her coat, she had on like a t-shirt material shirt, and slacks. She took off her boots and put on some open toed sandle-type shoes. I couldn't wait to see her toes again!
It was a pretty normal work day, and Mrs. Sims was quite happy, and great with the customers.
"I have my first sale!" She exclaimed.
"What do you mean?"
"A friend of mine wanted more memory for her computer, and is coming up later to buy it, and have us install it. So it is my sale, right?"
"Of course! Awesome job!" Wow, that was fast. She was really excited about her job. I promised her I would give her the bonus. We buy 1gb memory DRAM for about $13 and sell it for double (That is what we do for most items. That is pretty typical of the markup for most PC items) and I charge $35 for the installation, because I run diagnostic tests when I install it.
I told Mrs. Sims that $13 of the sale of the ram was profit, and I count half of the $35 as profit, so it came to $30.50 as profit. I actually was so happy for her, I pulled out a 20 dollar bill and handed it to her, and I told her to keep the change. I told her the "Bonus" would come in as cash. She was so happy.
"This will be MY money, not for bills at home. Franks won't know about it. I can get my nails and hair done with this money, and I can go spend money on myself."
"That is awesome. Keep the sales up, because we will both win!"
And so it went, and we had a nice shop going. Around a week later, Mrs. Sims approached me.
"Dave, um, would you mind rubbing my feet again?"
"Sure, come back to the workbench. That way I can monitor these O/S loads I am doing." A few minutes later, she came back. She already had her shoes off, those pretty shoes she wears with everything. She sat next to me.
"Are you sure you don't mind doing it?" She asked.
"Mrs. Sims, it is the least I could do for you.. I have gained my sanity back with you here, and I have made a bunch of money thanks to you." With that, I started rubbing her foot. I had tan khakis on, and they were loose fitting. It wasn't any time before I got horny and hard as a rock rubbing her foot. I figured she had to notice, if she was looking in the least bit. My khakis were the dress up type, with a different, more dressy material... It showed the lining of my hard cock much easier.
"Here let me do your other foot." I told her. She swiped her foot across my lap, and brushed up on my cock, accidentally. I pretended not to notice, and went for her other foot. I am actually not sure if she noticed. I lovingly caressed her foot and ankle. Her moan actually was louder this time. Her moan made my cock twitch in my pants. I KNOW she saw it, but she said nothing. It seemed like only a few minutes, but I actually rubbed her feet for 20 minutes. I think I enjoyed it more than she did. (In remembering this, as I type, it has made my cock so hard thinking back on it.)
"Are you comfortable with me rubbing your feet like this, Mrs. Sims?" I thought I would ask because I figured she HAD to know it was making my cock so hard.
"Do you not like to do it? I like it. I look forward to it. It makes me relax, because once I go home, there is no relaxing. Frank seems more demanding then ever, and he is not appreciative of what I do for him."
"I just thought, well, you know. It kind of made me excited today doing it to you. I don't have a foot fetish or anything, it is just that, well, I don't know. It just made me excited." I was trying to get the right words out. I did not want to lose my only employee. Not now...
"I noticed, and don't be embarrassed. I am a married woman, and I will let you know if I get uncomfortable. Right now I enjoy my job, and I think it is a nice benefit to get my feet massaged. It is much cheaper than the massages that Frank and I pay for. Or should I say USED to get to pay for, since he cannot work now." So, there it was. She is really pissed about not getting to do the things she used to do. I know she tries so hard, and she loves working with me. I think it is mostly for the money, but she is helping my business out immensely!
"Mrs. Sims, what were you paying for a professional massage?"
"We would buy a 5-pack for $500 for 45 minute massages. I haven't been back to her for about a year now. I am hoping to save up my money to go to her again. It really relieves my stress."
"What all does she do?"
"Oh, mainly my back, arms, and hands and then my legs and feet. You are taking care of my feet, which helps, but it only helps so much."
"Thanks, I think..."
"No, No, No...Take it as a compliment. Really, I am sorry if I offended you. It feels great, but I am ready to have the full body massage."
"Well, here...Take this money. Consider it pre-payment for your next bonus you will bring me." With that, I handed her $200.00, enough for her and Frank to get their massages. She tried to give it back, but I insisted.
"Take it. I am sure with his diabetes, he needs it. Tell him it is a gift from me to him for letting you work with me." With that, she thanked me, and we went back to work. She scheduled the massage for that weekend, and she came back the next Monday in great spirits.
"Dave, what are your long term plans for the business?"
"I have no idea. Pay my bills this month and hope there is some left over for food for me." I was half k**ding, half serious. "Why are you asking?"
"Because Frank and I are always fighting, and I am thinking about separating with him. I cannot afford to lose this job though. I don't know where I would go, or what I would do."
"Don't split up with him. He is hurt because he cannot work...Actually, I have thought about that. I have work for him, for him to do at home, if he is interested. I will pay him what I pay you. It is simple. I will take home these screws I get with my chassis. I have to separate them because they are in a big bag all mixed up. I need the larger chassis screws separated from the Hard drive and floppy drive screws. It would gain me about an hour or two per day, and he can go as slow as he wants. He could get about 15 hours per week, and keep his disability because I won't pay him enough to go over the limit."
"I am not sure he would do it...He is pretty proud."
"Well, tell him it would be about $200 to $250 per week extra. Just ask him. I will take some screws home with you for him to test it out."
Surprisingly, he took me up on the offer. Their relationship seemed to get better over the next month or so, and I was in a good mood. Spring had arrived, and it was warming up, so I could travel farther out for some projects and make more money.
"Mrs. Sims, how are the massages going?"
"We cannot afford them. Franks medical bills are just too high. We are doing okay, but we don't have that extra money lying around."
"Why haven't you asked me to massage your feet lately?"
"I wasn't sure if you really liked doing it."
"Well yea, I do. I just want you to be a happy, hard working employee. Trust me, I think I enjoy it as much as you." That was in reference to my cock getting so hard the last time I did it.
"How about after lunch, then?" She said.
"That is cool. I have to go out and get some more parts at Frys. I can get us some lunch." I took off, and brought a surprise back to the office for Mrs. Sims.
When I got back, we ate, and I told her I was going back to the back bench to work, and I told her when she wanted, I would massage her feet again.
She came back, and had already taken off her shoes. I hadn't paid too much attention, but she had capris on. They were the type that flared on the bottom. They were the type that many women in their 50's wear. I was sitting in my chair and she sat next to me. I told her that instead of sitting across from me, I told her to kind of sit next to me.
"Why?" She asked.
"You have those capris on...I can rub around your ankles better if you are a little closer. If you want, I can massage your legs. You tell me how the lady does it. It will be another benefit of working here for you."
"Okay, thanks. Let's see."
With that, I pulled out a bottle of the new K-Y Massage Oil they sell at Walgreens.
"What is that?"
"Massage oil. I think it will feel better to you."
What I didn't tell her is that is was warming oil. I hope she liked it. I started massaging her wonderful feet. She closed her eyes. She seemed totally in the moment, fully content. I poured more oil on my hands and went up to her ankle and the edge of her capris. I was hoping no one would come into the shop. It was usually totally dead in the shop from 1 to 4 or so. The phone rang a bit, though. As I rubbed her leg, I just stared at her leg. For a lady her age, her legs were awesome. Not fat, not skinny. A fair amount of muscle tone. Very nice for a lady in her 50's. I know one thing, my cock absolutely throbbed while I did it. I had been working on her left leg, her right leg was bent at the knee with her foot on the ground.
"Let me do your other one now." And she lifted it up. I slid my chair closer to hers. When I did that, my cock that was getting pretty hard was resting in my pants and her heel of her foot rested up against it. I know she had to feel it. I didn't say anything about it, and I worked on her other foot. Every now and then, I felt my cock throb, and I could feel her heel of her foot push towards my cock. She was actually responding sexually! I decided to take a chance and started rubbing the oil on her other leg all the way up to her knee. She did not move. She didn't open her eyes, either. I kept rubbing her.
"That feels nice, Dave. I wish you could massage me like Rita does elsewhere."
"Why not? What does she do?"
"That would not be right. It is totally professional."
"Okay, it would be professional with me. What does she do?"
"I am lying on a massage table with her. I wear my bra and panties. I am not undressing here."
"If I promised to be "Professional", why not come to my house and I can do it, and you can teach me how she does it."
"No, that is okay, I don't want to impose."
"What? I am offering. Come on. I can forward the phones to my cell. Let's go."
"Are you sure?" With that, I got up and set up to close the shop for a bit. I had her ride in my car, and we drove to my house. I had plans on being a masseuse for her. She asked where to lie down at.
" Anywhere you are comfortable."
"Are you expecting anyone?"
"Who would come over? It is just me and the cat. If you are uncomfortable, we can go back."
"No, I feel I brought you here. Can I lie on your bed?" Thank God I cleaned up the bedroom the weekend before. I always make my bed, so it looked nice.
"If you are comfortable in bra and panties, great. If not, I understand."
"Well I sure cant get a good massage through my clothes. Give me a few minutes to go to the restroom and change.
5 minutes later, I went into the room. She was lying face down on my bed. Thank God I remembered the KY Massage oil!
"Please tell me what she does, exactly how she does it, okay?"
"Okay." With that, I started rubbing all over her back, and used my finger tips to press in and do a deep tissue massage.
"You seem pretty good at it. I will just lie here while you do it."
It took NO time for my cock to get hard, and actually stick out in my pants. She was looking the other way, and she could not see it. I was working on her right side. After a bit, I walked around the bed to her other side. She almost looked asleep! I rubbed her shoulders (Which were thin, not bony, but not fat.) and her upper and lower back. I rubbed into her muscles. No response. I kept rubbing her.
I went down to her legs and started massaging them. They were not tight, but not flabby. You could tell they were the legs of an older woman, but in nice shape for an older woman. As I massaged her legs, it seemed she opened up her legs more.
"How high up does Rita go on your legs, Mrs. Sims?"
"I guess all the way up. It is not sexual with her, it is deep tissue massage."
I poured more oil on my hand, and started up her leg. I was rubbing so high on her leg, that I was touching her panties. I made sure to have one leg on the inside of her leg, one on the outside, so it didn't look like I was just being sexual. But it was sexual...Very sexual to me. I kept massaging her upper leg. Every now and then, she would move a little on the bed, but did not say anything. I wanted to rub her crotch so much, but I did not want to piss her off. I decided to be good, and continue on with the full body massage.
"Mrs. Sims, it has been about 40 minutes. Is that how Rita does it?"
"Yea, that is pretty good. I will have you do this again." I left the room to let her dress in private. I didn't even see if she had see through bra or panties on.
Mrs. Sims walked out of my bedroom fully clothed. She was kind of looking down at the ground, though. I WISH I could have seen her front-side with her bra and panties on!
"I am so relaxed right now. I could take a nap."
"Um, well....Go ahead. I have to get back to the office, but you can stay here."
"No, Dave, that would not be appropriate. What would I tell Frank?" Wow. This statement came from a woman who just got massaged from a much younger man (Yours Truly!) for nearly 40 minutes. I was so hungry! I had to go get something to eat.
"Well, let's go get some drive through from somewhere and get back to the office, then. You fine with that?"
"Sure."
"Is Frank still doing the chassis screws?"
"Yea, he gets up about 5am and does them for awhile and then goes and plays cards with some guys. I don't know too much what he does during the day."
"Does that bother you, Mrs. Sims?" I asked her as we walked out to my car.
"Dave, I love him, he is my husband, but I just don't feel passionate about him. I guess I am saying I want him to be healthier. It is such a burden. I feel like I work, work, work for him, for nothing in return."
"Do you need to quit?"
"No, not like that. I never worked before, and was content doing dishes, cooking, laundry, things like that. I straightened the house for the maid. I cannot afford her anymore, so I am doing even more now. He doesn't appreciate I do all of those things." I actually felt sorry for her as she said this. I opened the door for her to my car. "What a gentleman. You are so nice to me. Frank used to open doors for me. Not anymore."
"I am sure if you reminded him, he would do it."
"I have to hold doors for him now. Isn't it funny how things turned out?" I almost was mad at this guy. I didn't even know him. That was actually kind of unfair. I hopped in my car and we grabbed some food and went back to the office. I noticed (Which I had before, but never said anything) that Mrs. Sims picked at her food, and never really ate much.
"Are you upset, Mrs. Sims?"
"No, why?"
"You don't ever seem to eat much, and today you are eating even less." Now her voice got louder with her reply.
"Frank has always demand I look a certain way. If I put on 5 pounds, he is telling me. Not in a mean way, but he is telling me what he expects his wife to be like. I have put on almost 5 pounds working here because you are constantly getting us food, and I eat in front of you to not upset you, but I have to lose the weight."
"What weight? You are so much more in shape than most women! And I mean most. Not ladies your age, but MOST women. Is he thinking he wants you to be anorexic? I don't get it. Doesn't he weigh alot with his diabetes?"
"He is over 300 pounds now. He doesn't eat right. He never has, but he always says he is the man of the house, and can eat what he wants, but I can't."
"Mrs. Sims, sorry to be not professional, but you look awesome. Trust me. I just saw you an hour ago during the time I massaged you. You need not lose 1 pound!"
"Thank you David, thank you!" And with that, she started to tear up a little, and put her arms around me. I hugged her back. I held her tight. I figured I would hold her as long as she held me. It lasted about 5 seconds.
"Wow, that was nice, Mrs. Sims. I haven't had a hug like that since I dated Katie a couple of years ago."
"Speaking of that, why aren't you courting someone? I wonder about you sometimes."
"Yea, I have time for a girl. You know I am here about 75 hours per week! I still get sandwiches and Diet Coke and chips for dinner, because I am too tired to cook at home. I have about 100 hours of shows recorded on my two TV recorders, and I fall asleep trying to watch TV when I am home. The only time I eat a hot meal is here when you bring me leftovers. What would I possibly have to offer a girl?" It kind of upset me when I said it, but I know I have to put all my time, money, life, and effort into my company.
"Do you ever go on dates, Dave? I have lots of friends with daughters your age. If Melissa (Her daughter) wasn't engaged, I would have introduced you to her ages ago."
"Thanks, but I am okay. DavePro Technical Services is who I am married to!" I said that half jokingly, but I pretty seriously, too! "Mrs. Sims, what would Frank say or do if you put on 10 pounds?"
"He would act real cranky, like he is now. It would just be him running his mouth all the time about how his wife will never put on weight and get fat."
"Pot calling the kettle black" I mumbled. I hope she hadn't heard that.
"Tell me about it. He was 150 pounds when we married. He has doubled his weight. He was mad at me for putting on 25 pounds with each of my babies."
"It sounds like he treats you kind of bad. Has he always been like this?"
"Not always. He had an affair about 20 years ago, and after that, for about 2 years treated me like a queen. I even got a new car from it. But eventually that wore off."
"Affair? Why not leave him?"
"Back then, he made a lot of money, and we had nice cars, and a swimming pool, and k**s to raise. So, I stayed with him, and I closed my eyes every time he would climb on top of me for sex. All I could see is him being on top of someone else." Wow. Never thought about it that way.
"Did you get back at him?"
"No, not really. But I had my chances. I did. But I stayed true to Frank. The good news is with his Diabetes and his medicine, I don't have to bother with that anymore. It makes him mad, but deep down, it is a relief to me."
"Pardon me for asking, but for, like, how long has it been"
"Would you believe 6 years? Who would have thought at 47 I would stop having sex. I feel like I still can, but I just could not enjoy it with him anymore. He is much heavier than he has ever been, and with this health, he may die. I am not going to go through that."
"What do you mean, you still can? Of course you can! I am sure he was really lucky to be with you all these years. "
"Oh, Dave, you don't have to say that."
"What? I have met him. I am just saying that I don't particularly look at men and say 'Oh, he is handsome', but you are beautiful! If I were him, I would have been in the gym to make sure I looked as good as I could for you!"
"Dave, let me tell you something. That isn't what women want. Women want connection. They want to feel a bond, heart to heart."She was about 1 foot away from my face now, as we were talking. "My mom always told me one thing when I was younger. For a man to get to a woman's pants, he has to go through her heart."
"But doesn't attractiveness mean anything?"
"Yes, but not like the way men are. Men look at beauty first. Women want to connect to men. It doesn't matter what age we are." Just as soon as she said that, the door opened. Whew! Saved by a customer. It was turning into a serious conversation! I looked over, and it was the Pastor and another person from the church I went to on Monday nights to teach the seniors some basic skills on the laptops.
"Hello Dave, Mrs. Sims mentioned to us last week at service that you might be able to help us out. We need a quote for some work to be done for our new wing at church." With that, he proceeded to show me his needs. Pretty simple. About 6 new PC's and 10 new Laptops as well as setting up wireless and a new Server. "We have a budget that we got approved from a grant. This is going to be an educational wing. We only have $20,000 to do this. Can it be done?"
Yikes! I am used to working with companies with bigger budgets than this.
"The laptops and PC's will be about $1100 each after all is said and done with software that you will need bought for them. I can get a strong wireless in there for about $100.00. The server only needs storage, not much else, so it would only be about $2500. That was just about $20,000, maybe a little over." I inflated the prices so I could make some profit.
"If it is a little over, we can cover it. Can we have it in a couple of weeks?"
Yikes again. I did not have the capital to buy all of that, and have to wait 30 days to get paid.
"Pastor John, I am sorry, but I would have to have some up front to buy the equipment."
"Fine, can we bring you a check tomorrow?" YES! YES! YES! I thought.
"That would be great. I can order it today."
I went through the ordering process, and spent only about $15,000. That is cool...$5000 profit! The next morning, the Pastor handed me the check. That immediately went right out the door with rent, and other bills. I also paid for some advertising with it.
"Dave, did you get to make any money with the church?" Mrs. Sims asked. I was thinking about her, and I planned on it.
"Yes. But I have to be totally honest with you. You CANNOT let anyone from the church know how much I made from it. And YES, I am a man of my word. You get half of the profit. The problem is, I don't have that kind of cash lying around, but I know you like it in cash to hold it from Frank."
"No, don't worry about that. He knows you give me bonuses, he just doesn't know how much."
"Hmmm. Let me go to the bank. I have an idea. What if I give you half of it in cash, and half in a check for you to show him?" I thought it would be a good idea.
"Sure. Oh, how much is it?"
"How does $1250 in cash and $1250 in check sound?"
"What? You made $5000 off of the church?" Oh, I was in trouble now.
"Yes, but that is how business works. By the time I pay my bills, since I split it with you, I will have about $300 or $400. That is money I would not have had, had it not been for you. I am so happy you are here!"
"Wow. $1,250...You really are so good to me. I am so glad I work here, Dave." And she came up to me and gave me another hug. This was even tighter. Within a couple of seconds I felt my cock get hard in my pants. It was totally pushing against her in her pubic hair area. I squeezed the muscles down in my abdomen to push it against her. She actually squeezed me tighter so my cock would push into her more. Then, all of a sudden, I felt something I was not expecting...She gave me a slight peck on the neck. I let out a soft moan. I did the same back to her. I knew she wore body lotion, but I could really smell it with my mouth touching her neck.
"Is that Bath&Body works lotion? It smells nice."
"SHUSH. Don't say anything. I want to stand here in the quiet." I was totally confused.
"Mrs. Sims, if someone came in right now, they would see us" I said in a quiet voice, my mouth next to her ear. She pulled away. As she did, her eyes went down to my bulge in my pants.
"Did hugging me really make you that stiff?" She asked.
"Of course. Holy moly you hug nicely! I could do that every day, but I know I can't." I really wanted to hug her. I could tell I had pre-cum and thought that it would end up making a spot on my pants, so I reached down to adjust myself, right in front of her.
"Sorry, I don't want a wet spot on my pants."
"Dave, I am tingling down there. The feel of your cock next to me like that just brought something out in me. I am sorry I did that to you."
"Mrs. Sims, I am not offended. If anything, that is the best feeling I have had in a long time. My heart is racing. I need to go get some work done." I chickened out. I still felt like I did not want to make her mad by touching her in a wrong way. The rest of the day went fine. Fortunately I went out to pick up parts, as well as the cash from my bank. I got back just before it was time for Mrs. Sims to leave for the day.
"Here you go. I pulled out $1500, if you want to have it, and take $1000 home."
"No, I already called Frank and told him it would be $1250" That was fine with me...That gave me a little spending cash, and I wrote her the check and handed her $1250 in cash.
"Dave, I know you just gave me this money, but can you let me take a day off before the Memorial Day weekend? Frank said he'd like to go to the Cabin on Lake Shaffer."
"That Friday will be slow as can be. Everyone will be at the track for Carburetion Day, so I can get caught up." That was the next week.
"You are the best boss anyone could ever have!" She exclaimed, and gave me another tight hug, this one only lasted a second. I watched her walk out the door. Her butt looked so good that day in her slacks. I would have loved to see it up in the air in front of me. I was so horny, and with nothing but a bunch of work to do, I went back to work. What a lonely life.
Fast forward to the Tuesday after Memorial Day. I had finished the Church job, and installed everything. It was all working great at the church. Mrs. Sims came to work. She was so hot this day!
"Wow! Look at you! Nice hair!" She got her hair done. It looked great! "You have been in the sun, too! My gosh, Mrs. Sims, you look so nice!"
"I was hoping you would notice! At least someone did." Oh, boy. It was starting already at 9am. "I did all of this thinking I would get a compliment. You know what he said? How much did that cost us? I almost....ALMOST told him I had my own money to do it with, but I didn't use mine. Ha! Ha! I used the money from the check, so I still have my money." Mrs. Sims was almost mean sounding when she said it. " I told him it was none of his GodDamned business and I had the right to get my hair and eyebrows done. Oh, and you know what else? I was at the cabin, lying out on a lawnchair in my swimsuit, and he has the audacity to say I need to lose weight. I lost it. I told him that I will lose weight when he loses some GodDamned weight. I am sick of him. 35 years...35 long-ass years, just for him to tell me I can't get my hair done, but it was perfectly fine when he was working. What do we need to do here today? Do you have any Tylenol?" Then she stopped. Stopped dead in her tracks. "Dave, I am so sorry. I should never talk that way to you. I just trust you so much. You are the only person I get to talk to. Since I have to work more, I don't talk on the phone with my friends as much. You are a great listener."
"Mrs. Sims, I love listening to what you have to say." I felt like I was grooming her by saying that. "I am all ears for you."
The day went by pretty normally, except Mrs. Sims was rubbing her feet again.
"Feet hurt?" I asked her.
"Yes, they are a little sunburned. I put suntan lotion on, but did not put it on my feet."
"When would you like another massage?"
"I don't want to ask you. I feel I am taking advantage you when you do that."
"Huh? I think just the opposite. I am touching a married woman, getting pleasure out of it."
"You aren't the only one getting pleasure out of it, Dave. I have to tell you, I sit in the bubble bath, thinking of your hands on me. It gets me away from dealing with Frank and his Diabetes."
"Well, if it makes you happy, massaging you makes me think of you in a bubble bath, too!" I made her laugh with that one. She had total trust in me. She accepted that as a joke. The thought of her covered in bubbles made my heart start racing again.
"Well, I have to be out of the store most of today and tomorrow. If you would like a foot and leg massage again, today would be the day." I said to her. I was looking forward to it."
"That is okay. I am alright."
"Mrs. Sims, I thought you liked me doing it to you..."
"Oh, Dave. I think about it. Too much, that is. I want you to touch me every day. I want you to touch me and touch me. It gives me fits, and that hurts me the most. I am not in love with my husband, and I want you to touch me."
"I don't get it...What is different today than last week?"
"I don't know. I just...Well. It is no longer a foot massage to me. It is looking forward to your strong hands on me. I close my eyes and go somewhere else when you do it."
"Wait, now you told me you had massages done professionally. Did you go somewhere else then?"
"That is totally different. That was the****utic, and pleasurable in a different way."
"How is it different? Am I touching you in a way you don't want me to?" Now I was totally confused. I just remember why I was married to my job, and not a woman.
"I bet if you got a massage you would know."
"What? I lie on the table, get rubbed, and am done. I would probably fall asleep." I was a little mad now.
"Really? You would not get excited because it was a woman doing it?"
"I have no idea...Probably. Yes, probably I would, because I am a guy, and we get horny when the wind blows."
"Is that why you got hard when we hugged, because the 'Wind Blew'?
"No. Not at all. I got hard because I think about your skin. And your eyes. And your smile. I can't stop thinking of those things. And when you hugged me, it just happened. I just got hard. I didn't make myself do that. It was a combination of everything."
"You just need a woman. That would take care of that."
"I guess. But I am not looking. I have some work to do. If you want that foot rub, I will give it to you. Otherwise, I have to replace a motherboard on a machine." And that ended that chance to touch her that day. Why in the world was she acting like that? Why do all women act like that? Sheesh! She acted like a teenager!

Before I knew it, it was back to being real warm outside. Mrs. Sims seemed to be more comfortable working with me. She was very, very good with customers, though she wasn't bringing in customers as much as she had before. We were in the middle of a warm front when she came into work. My jaw about dropped when she walked in. She had shorts on for the first time I had ever seen! They were the paisley type. About 2 inches above her knees. She had on v-neck printed flowery shirt that showed her cleavage. She didn't have large breasts, but she did have cleavage this day! If you remember I told you she had dark brown hair, with almost a red tint to it. It was looking nice!
"Hi, Mrs. Sims, how are you?"
"Fine, what have you got for today?"
"Pretty much the same thing as usual...Working on a server which will take me hours. I need to start teaching you these things. Not many people walk in here...It is mostly word of mouth and phone calling. How would you like to learn to install Server 2008?"
"If I mess it up, it is your fault" She growled to me.
"If WE mess it up, we just reinstall!" I took her back to the back, and we sat down after we both made a cup of coffee. "Simple. Pop the DVD in, and let it start. We have to hit certain keys while it is starting. It will take about 30 to 50 minutes."
We started it, and both kind of stared at the screen. We were, for the most part, sitting next to each other in office chairs the tilted back.
"Nice Sandals! I see you must have gone back to the nail place."
"No, I painted my own fingernails and toenails. I will probably never get to do those fun things again."
"Why not? I told you if you can bring in business, you split it with me."
"I don't know how to."
"Same way I do. If you want to even do some nice printing and advertising, I will pay for it. To me, word of mouth and advertising at grocery stores makes the phone ring the most." As I said that, I noticed she was taking off her sandals already. "Already? Are they uncomfortable?"
"No, but if we are sitting down awhile, why wear them?"
"Good point. Now that we are sitting here, are you finally ready for me to make your feet feel nice now?"
"Yea...Sure. That would be nice." I reached for her foot and put it on my leg by my knee, and without lotion or oil, just started rubbing into the bottom of her foot.
"I did not sleep much, so you may put me to sleep."
"So what. I will wake you when the server needs attention." I kept working her foot and ankle. After about 10 minutes, I decided to get brave. Since she had shorts on, I went up on her leg and rubbed. I had to move the chair to get to her a little better, which made her eyes open.
"Sorry, just making you more comfortable." I went up to her knee and stopped. Her eyes closed again. I put one hand on each side of her knee and gently went up and down with long slow strokes. The angle we were at, her foot almost pressed into my chest. I was really taking chances today...What the heck, Dave, just go for it...Try something else...What will I try... I got it...
I slid my hands down her leg and lifted it up and her foot was by my mouth. I rubbed it about 20 seconds and decided to get real risky. I slid my hand down more towards her toes and guided her big to into my mouth, and sucked on it like a nipple. I immediately looked at her, and her eyes were as big as saucers! BUT, she didn't pull away! In fact, I saw her make a fist with one of her hands. She closed her eyes and moaned. For what seemed a long time (Was only about 4 or 5 minutes) I was like a baby on a nipple. She REALLY liked it when I licked between her toes. I admit...I was being sexual. She watched me lick with my long tongue. I went slow and was sensual. I could feel her leg muscles twitch. That wasn't the only thing that twitched. I had shorts on, as well...They were dress shorts, and it was unfortunate that I had them on that day. My hard cock was just barely peeking out of my shorts. God, I wanted to pull it out and just start jerking it, or better yet, have Mrs. Sims do that. I thought the better of it, and stopped sucking on her toes. It was time to do some work to the server.
"Dave, what is going to happen?"
"Happen with what?"
"Us. I mean it. I am NOT making love to you in this office!"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I am perfectly happy you getting us a hotel room that is classy, and I will be with you. But not in this office."
Mrs. Sims, I never said anything about making love to you."
"I have been married too many years to know when a man is trying to get some sex from me, and that is what you are doing."
"Okay, that is the truth, but I have not meant to go any farther than I have. I can stop at any time, if you want."
"I think we have gone to the point of no return, don't you, Dave?"
"No. If you want me to stop touching you, I will not hold it against you."
"I don't want that. Can't you understand the words I am saying?"
"Not really."
Sheesh. Was I this green when I was your age? No, I had two k**s by your age. If you want to make love to me, set up a hotel room at the Radisson."
"Is that it? Just a hotel room and have sex? I guess I am not just totally into doing that with you Mrs. Sims."
"Isn't that what all this grooming is about?"
NO!!! NO!!!! I am totally enjoying being around you. If it happens then it happens. But I don't want you to end up going to Frank and saying we are having an affair!" THERE...I said it. What I have been thinking all along. I was in an AFFAIR with Mrs. Sims. "Let me ask you something. Have we done anything that you regret and want to tell Frank?
"No."
"Does that make you happy?"
"Yes. Well, no. Yes. Well, I guess it does."
"Wow, way to make up your mind, Mrs. Sims."
"I am happy I leave here each day being glad I have a good paying job, but it would be nice to escape reality. I don't want to be an old maid who never had sex after 47. That is too young. I still have desires!"
"You're telling me! I feel I have to take a cold shower when I leave here sometimes."
"Why, because of me?"
"Yes, of course! You smell so nice, and you feel so good in my hands. Of course I think all the time about the full body massage I gave you, and how I dreamt of seeing your front with just your underclothes on. "

The conversation died down a little, and we worked on the server. It really is easy to install Server 2008 nowadays!
For some odd reason, I felt the chance of being with Mrs. Sims slipping away. That was too bad. I thought about her every day, and especially when I slept and had dreams.

I am so worried about my little computer company. I feel like I am working more and more, and making less and less because of expenses. I needed a way to make more money. Then, one day, it walked right in. It was the owner of the building, and he told me the restaurant on the corner of the building I was in was shutting down and he would rent out the space (Which was MORE than double of my space) for only $500 more per month than I was spending in rent already. I did not even have to think about it. That way I could get exposure from 2 streets, and have much more space to work on computers. I also wanted an office for Mrs. Sims and I. I spoke to my Dad about it one evening, and not only was happy for me, but he offered to help pay my moving expenses and for some new shelving. (The old shelving I had was industrial looking, not good for retail.) I knew I could not make a living off of Retail, but for $500.00 per month, I am sure it would pay off. I did not tell Mrs. Sims about my plans, and worked with the building owner the next few weeks, and the restaurant pulled out. The owner even offered to remove the equipment that the restaurant left. It wasn't until later that I found out that a company, one of those k**s clothes resale shops, wanted my space and was willing to pay double per month of what I was paying, but the did not want the corner spot, for some reason.
I finally let it out to Mrs. Sims that I had bigger plans for the company, and I wanted her to be a part of it. I asked her if she was interested in doing more than just answering the phones and simple customer services, as well as the very basic PC troubleshooting. I told her I would pay for her to take A+ classes at the New Horizons by us, and I would reward her with having more work and a raise. She was ecstatic. After working with her for 8 or 9 months, I still wasn't sure in my mind if she was going to stay with me for a long time, because she was so used to just doing her own thing with her friends all day, and she could no longer do that. Then I told her about my plans to move to the corner spot. I would have to be closed for the weekend before Labor Day, so I could have a grand re-opening the week leading up to Labor Day. Where we live, it is a fairly smaller community with only about 800 students in the High School. Labor Day is our BIG, BIG holiday. That went back to when there was all kinds of union jobs in our town. Though those jobs have dried up, people still love Labor Day in our town. They Labor Day parade would go right by my new storefront, and that could bring business. I even passed out coupons during the parade that year, to bring in more business.
So we move into the new spot. My Dad bought new shelving. The place looked more like a jewelry store than a PC repair and retail shop! I had two offices, a real work area behind a real wall, and (gasp!) both a mens and womens restroom! Off of each restroom was a small shower, too!
The weekend actually went pretty smooth for the move, since I did not move too much shelving, just equipment and things I had for sale. I needed to beef up my stock now, since it was so much larger. Mrs. Sims came in on Monday to work in the new location. She was all smiles. I was about to give her an even bigger surprise!!!
"What do you think, Mrs. Sims?"
"Wow, this is so new and clean looking!"
"I hope it turns out to be a good thing for you and I."
"You and I? This is your store. I just work here for you."
"Uh, yea, about that...You have your A+ classes in two weeks. Also, you are a part of the company that is not replaceable. I have decided to go ahead and raise your pay up. Also, I have a little surprise for you. Here are your business Cards..." She looked at the box, and looked at me, then looked at the box again.
"I don't get it. It says Mrs. Judy Sims, Vice President of Operations. What is that about?"
"Mrs. Sims, I am now officially the CEO and President of DaveCo. I need a VP to work with me. You are my VP. This is twofold for you. First, you will have more responsibilities. Also, if you ever decide to leave, you will have a nice title to put on your resume to get you the best job you can."
"Dave, I have no intention of leaving here. I mean that. I love working for you!" And with that, she put her arms around me and hugged me. It was a really tight hug, the kind I really like.
"I have another surprise for you. Come here and see." I took her to the back of the store to the two offices. We walked into the first one. Complete with furniture and everything.
"That is nice Dave." I took her to the second one, which was identical to the first one. "Why do you have two offices, Dave?"
"I don't. I have one office. You have one, too."
"Why do I need one?"
"Because you will be doing accounting, and all kinds of receiving and purchasing and so on. I am going to have to be out in the field more. Since you said you have no intention on leaving, I am going to use you and abuse you every day!" I said jokingly. It made her laugh and smile. She walked up to me again and hugged me again. "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" I said as we hugged. "Oh, yea...Hugs are mandatory now. Part of your job!" I said, trying to be funny.
"Only if I still can get my foot rubs from you." She said.
"Of course. Sheesh, I figured you would say the whole body massages like I did that one time." Trying to see what she would say.
"I would love that, but I won't ask you to do that. That is too forward."
"Huh? Okay, how often, if you had the chance, would you have them done?"
"Oh, that is easy, a couple of times per month."
"Then it is settled. Let me get better at it, you tell me what Rita does that you like, and that will be a perk of the job."
"Dave, this gets better and better all the time."
We had a good week that week, the foot traffic doubled from what it used to be. We had the big Labor Day bash and went back to work that Tuesday. Mrs. Sims was going to work for me only 4 days this week, then be gone at New Horizons the next week. I was swamped. I was also doing some cold calling, and keeping busy. I had bought new chairs for the back area, and Mrs. Sims was in one of them, waiting on a spyware cleanup to finish on a computer. I felt kind of daring, so I walked up to her, and started rubbing her shoulders.
"How does Rita do this?"
"Oh, it feels good no matter how my neck and shoulders are massaged." She had cut her hair earlier in the summer, so it was no longer quite shoulder length. She wore nice clothes that day, as it was still pretty warm. She was wearing clothes more like what she would wear at home, because I was constantly telling her she was overdressed for the job. I continued to massage her shoulders. I went in some towards the neck, and went outwards towards her arms, and back and forth. Then I got even more daring, and started massaging her behind her ears. I saw she made a fist with one of her hands.
"Not there. Please not there."
"I am sorry, did I hurt you."
"Oh, no, no. I will be a mess if you rub me there. "
"A mess? Huh?"
"I am vulnerable there. I lose my self control when I am touched there." A-Ha....I found a nice spot. Her feet, legs, and now by her ears. I was getting closer to getting her. Yes, I admit it. I was so ready to make love to her. Her smell. She said she used lotion from Bath & Body works, and it smelled heavenly. Those pretty fingernails.
I have finally figured out who she reminds me of. She kind of resembles the actress Diane Keaton, only not such a skinny face. That is it. I finally remembered that!
"Sorry, I will just work on your shoulders." I continued to massage her for 3 more minutes before the PC was ready for her attention. "Want the full body soon?"
"I am not going to ask you, I have decided. I don't want to sound forward."
"Do you not want me to do it?"
"Yes, but that is okay. With my raise, I can go back to Rita."
"Free versus $100.00...I know what I would take."
"Keep it professional."
"I PROMISE. We can close the shop for an hour at lunch."
I drove her to my house, and I let her undress in my bedroom while I got each of us a bottled water.
"Come on in." She said.
She had my comforter around her, and I walked in. I was hoping she was naked under the comforter. She took a drink of water and lied down. Unfortunately, she was not naked. Undies and Bra on again. I started with her shoulders, and did what I thought was a good job of a deep tissue massage on her shoulders and back. I clumsily worked around her brastrap.
"Keep it professional...You are doing a nice job, Dave." She said. "With Rita, I take off my bra. I will do that, okay, just be good, okay." She said.
"Sure. I can do a much better job this way." And I did massage deep into her back. She had some moles and lots of freckles on her back. I admired her back, her smooth skin. On the outside I was being professional. On the inside, my cock was about to explode in my pants. I quickly went down below her panties to her legs. I put some oil on my hands (Remember the KY massage oil?) and started working on her feet. I massaged them gently, and worked my way up. As she relaxed, her legs opened up a little. Her head was tilted to her left. I was on her left side. She generally kept her eyes closed, but I knew when she opened her eyes, she HAD to see the lining of my hard cock in my pants. As I went up her leg, and was careful not to be sexual. I wanted her to trust me. I actually started massaging her butt area, and she did not stop me.
"Would you like to put your bra back on?"
"Are you done?"
"I was going to ask if you wanted to roll over and have me massage your front."
"Yes, but I don't know. Maybe not. Just stay on this side today." Darnit! I am missing another chance. Oh well. and I continued on with her butt area. I used my hands and massaged the outer part of her hips with each hand. I slowly worked up her stomach area with my hands on the outer sides of her, and got very, very daring. I bent over, and while I massaged her sided, and very, very, very gently started kissing along her lower spinal cord, just above her panty line. She exhaled HARD! Since I was basically on her side, I moved my right hand to her upper leg (Back side) and rubber her left shoulder with my left hand, and kissed along her spinal cord. She started moaning. I knew I was getting to her. I also knew I was running out of time to get back to work. I went back up her leg to her butt area, and kissed higher on her spinal cord, and rubbed her butt. I felt her butt muscle tighten up a lot. It almost appeared that she was rubbing her crotch into my bed! I moved my right hand to her left butt cheek and started doing the same. After about 30 seconds, I lowered my hand down her butt, and started to touch her pussy with the tips of my fingers. Her legs weren't open enough for me to really get my hand on it, but it was enough to touch it. I kept doing that, and noticed something. Her body was moving to my rubbing. It kind of lifted up and I rubbed it. That made me get more daring and rub lower, getting more of her pussy in my hand, though I was really just rubbing her panties. She let this go on for about 3 or 4 minutes before her left arm moved. She put her left hand right on my bulge in my pants! Neither of us said anything, we were just touching each other. I moved my hand back up her butt area, and kept massaging. I decided to be even more brave, and I slid my hand back down towards her pussy. This time, I slid my hand under her panties. I kept sliding and this time, I finally...FINALLY felt her soft, went pussy. She was very wet! So wet that as I slid my hand more, I slid my finger a little into her.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH" she moaned. I went very slowly with my hand. Up and down...Barely entering her pussy with my fingertip, but nonetheless going in a little. I really could feel her body moving with my rubbing. She actually was raising up from the bed more and more.
"MMMMMMMM.....MMMMMMMMMM.....OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH.. ..MMMMMMM" She moaned. "Ooooooohhhhhhh....OOOOOOHHHHHH DAVE....Oh Dave.. Oh!!!!!!" and with that, she started to have a fantastic orgasm. It seemed her whole body shook while her sexual muscles took over. When she came, she grabbed ahold of my cock in my pants and squeezed it tight. I decided to play dumb.
"Are you okay, Mrs. Sims?"
"Uh, uh. Let me catch my breath..Holy Shit!" That was a surprise to hear that! "Dave, let me get dressed. I can't."
"Can't what, Mrs. Sims?"
" I can't. I just can't."
"I understand. We have to get back to work. We are already going to be late."
“Are you hungry?” I asked her. She seemed to be bothered A LOT by what just happened.
“Yea.”
“We can keep the store closed. Let’s sit down to eat.”
“No, I have a bunch of paperwork to do.” She said. I think she was trying to avoid face time with me. “I have to do a bunch of ordering and work up some invoices for customers.”
“That can wait.”
“No, I am not in the mood to sit in a restaurant.” She replied.
“Okay, that’s cool.” And we did some drive thru. We were both busy the rest of the day, and didn’t talk about what had just happened. However the next day was just what I had hoped for. Mrs. Sims walked into the store. I had to do a double take. She went and had her hair done nicely…It was cut and colored. She also had a new outfit on I had not seen her wear before. It was now autumn, and about 50 degrees in the morning, with a high of about 65 in the day. She had nice autumn colors on. She had slacks on, and a button silky brown top that curved on the top (Like a V-neck, but in the shape of a U). Had she had bigger boobs, it would have certainly showed more cleavage. Mrs. Sims is fairly thin, not really skinny. Remember, her slug of a husband complains at her when she puts on 5 pounds.
“Good morning.” I said to her.
“Hi. Morning.” She replied.
“Okay, what is different?” I played a little dumb with her.
“I finally got my hair done. I have saved that money from the church order all this time, and finally went out last evening and had my hair done.”
“It looks awesome! It is very youthful.” I tried to kiss up to her. Her hair was shorter. It was identical to the lady on the top left on http://hairstylesforwomenover50.com/. Only Mrs. Sims hair was brown. “I like the color, too”
“My stylist called it Dark Auburn” She said.
“I call it pretty hot!” I thought maybe dropping compliments on her would get her to warm up even more to me.
“I am not used to it yet. I have always had my hair be a little more reddish.”
“Mrs. Sims, why do you color it?” I asked.
“It would be pure gray and white if I didn’t. I would look 60 years old if I didn’t color it.” (Remember, Mrs. Sims is 54).
“You would be the hottest 60 year old looking woman I have ever seen. For that matter, you don’t look 50 either. I am sure guys my age are always checking you out!”
“Dave, stop that. They don’t. I am older. That is nonsense!”
“I bet I am right. “ I said.
“There is one friend of my son’s that is always complimenting me, but that is it. My son says that buddy of his likes older women. That doesn’t seem to be much of a compliment to put me in group of ‘older women’.”
“You don’t look older to me, Mrs. Sims, you look even younger with your hair all nice and done up.”
“Thank you Dave. I think that buddy of my son’s is just being polite. My son says he calls older women MILFs. I asked him what that meant, and he wouldn’t tell me.” I started laughing when she said that. “What is so funny, Dave?”
“Mrs. Sims, do you not know what that means?” I was serious when I asked. “Or have you ever heard of the term Cougar?”
“I know what cougars are. They are wild cats.”
“Mrs. Sims, it has a totally different meaning. MILF stands for Mom I’d Like To F..”
“F?” She asked.
“Yes, well…FUCK. It means Mom I’d Like to Fuck. That is what he is calling you. He is saying he thinks you are hot and wants to do that to you.” Mrs. Sims had no idea it meant that.
“Hardly. He is 28 years old, why would he even want to?” She asked. I think she was serious.
“Huh? Are you k**ding? Women are beautiful regardless of their age! You are! You really are! Your husband is so lucky to look at you every day!” Mrs. Sims was VERY uncomfortable now.
“So, is that what all of this massaging is about, Dave? Am I a M-I-L-F to you?” Oh, boy….How the heck do I answer this? There is no right answer. I could lose her as an employee if I answer wrong…
“Mrs. Sims. It’s not that. It’s well, um.”
“I am waiting.” She said sternly.
“I spend 8 hours a day with you. I see you and talk to you and smell your pretty fragrance every day. I see your pretty eyes every day. Face it, you are attractive. You are so pretty. I just want to kiss you and hold you.” I really tripped over my words.
“Dave, you make me feel so nice, inside and out. But if I am some sort of conquest to you, I need to know.” Now she looked upset.
“If you were a conquest, why would I have not tried already…You have worked for me for a year. I love the fact that I can be a good boss to you and earn you money, and I really love the fact that I can offer you something that makes you happy that you don’t get otherwise.”
“What is that?”
“The foot massages and leg massages. Mrs. Sims, I am a ‘giver’. That is my mentality. That is why I love to do things for you and don’t ask for anything in return.”
“But that isn’t fair, Dave.”
“Sure it is. I get a TON of pleasure by giving you happiness and pleasure.”
“Okay, that is just weird. When do you ever get satisfied?”
“Don’t worry about that, Mrs. Sims. If it really bothers you, I will stop.” I hoped she didn’t want me to. I was getting addicted to touching her skin, and each time I touched her, I feel like I got just a little bit closer to her. “But I would rather not stop.”
“I just worry I won’t be able to control myself, and I will let my emotions get the best of me, and I will do something I will regret.”
“Do you regret yesterday?”
“I kind of have a problem with it, yes.”
“Tell me why…”
“Well, you did touch me inappropriately.” I wasn’t expecting her to say that!
“But you didn’t stop me. In fact, you reached over and grabbed me.”
“Yes, exactly. My emotions took over, and I let the feeling control me, rather than common sense. I did not sleep very well last night because of that.”
“I am sorry if it bothered you.”
“Don’t be. I could have said no.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Because I told you I have gone 7 years without sex. My desire is so high right now. I cannot believe I am saying this to you. I would not cheat on my husband, but if I did, I would with you.” Wow, that was an ego booster!
“So, yesterday in your eyes was not cheating on him?”
“No, yesterday was a massage.” Okay, she is putting it in her mind that me stroking her soft pussy and making her have an orgasm is just massaging her.”
“Well, just tell me how to massage you, and I will get better and better at it.”
“Oh, don’t worry, you don’t need to change a thing. I didn’t sleep last night because I dreamt that we took it farther than that, and I worried that I talked in my sleep while I dreamt. I dream about sex at 54 years old. I haven’t for years.”
“What is your dream like, Mrs. Sims?”
“No, I will keep that to myself. I don’t need you to worry about that.” Crap! I really wanted to know.”
“Okay, well, if you ever decide to share it, I will be here to listen.”
“Dave, promise me something. Promise me you won’t take advantage of me.” Where did that come from I was wondering.
“How could I do that?”
“By touching me the way you did yesterday. Things are not good at home. I found out that the money he is making from working for you is going to the poker tables at Argosy. He is going away in the morning and coming back when I get home. I found out a couple of days ago. He is using that money to gamble. I would almost rather him cheat on me, because then I could divorce him!!!”
“Did he ever gamble before?” I questioned her.
“Yes, but back then, he made 6-figures, and he provided for the family with one income. Now we struggle to pay bills. It is just so frustrating!” She was almost yelling.
“Mrs. Sims, I am so sorry.” I reached over and gave her a hug. We were in the back of the store. I hugged her tight. Really, really tight. She started sobbing. “Mrs. Sims, it will be okay.” I moved my right arm from being around her left shoulder up a little bit, and rested my right hand on the back of her neck. Our bodies were pretty tight against one another. I could feel her losing her strength, and not standing on her own anymore, which made me hold her even tighter. By now my cock in my khaki slacks was growing, getting harder, pressing against her. I am taller than her, and it was resting in her pubic hair region next to her zipper on her dressy brown slacks.”
“Mrs. Sims, do you need to go home and work things out?” I asked, trying to do what I could to make her happy.
“Dave, all I want right now is to be in your arms.”
“OK, whatever you want.” As I said that, I sort of walked sideways about a step so she was against the wall, still hugging me. Her eyes were closed. I was looking at her face. She had lines on the skin around her eyes. I think they are called crows feet. She had wrinkles on the sides of her mouth and nose. Since she was somewhat skinny, her face had extra wrinkles in her cheeks. But with all of that, she was so beautiful. Her lips are thin, not much to them, in fact. I went back to holding her tight, and rested my mouth where her neck meets her shoulder.
“Your shoulders are so broad.” She said.
“They used to be bigger when I got to work out all the time in college.” Funny, I thought I was losing all of my muscle!”
“You hold me so tight. Don’t let go of me.” She almost pleaded. After she said that, I started giving small kisses on her shoulder/neck area. After about 10 second, I could feel her pushing against me down in my pubic area. She pulled away a little and looked up at me. Our eyes met. I was honestly about to pull away from her (And start laughing!) when she surprised me, and reached her lips to my lips. It was a soft, gentle kiss, lip to lip. I could really feel her breathing through her nose on my cheek. I still had my right hand on her neck, and started using my fingers to go through her soft hair. This all caused my cock to get bigger, harder, and push into her more. I also felt her push into me more, so I decided to take a risk. I took my left hand, and lowered it to her buttocks, and squeezed it towards me. Now she could feel how freaking hard I really was. Her hips were almost moving in a circular motion as we continued to kiss. Then she pulled away.
“Wow.” I said quietly. “Do you always kiss like that?” I asked her. I honestly had never kissed a woman like that. It wasn’t the nasty tongue to tongue kiss like I would do with Katie when we were having sex. It was just a WOW kiss, lips to lips.”
“That was better than I expected it to be David.” She NEVER, EVER, EVER called me David until right then. “We have got to be careful. This is what I was talking about. My feelings and emotions are completely taking over my actions right now. I feel your fullness next to me. It is so close to me. I want it inside of me, David. I need your fullness. I need to feel you.”
“Um, well, okay. Um, well, I can call up that hotel you were talking about, but I need to be here today, so I don’t know, um.”
“David, we can plan it out. I can wait. But I ache so much. I feel like when I was a long time ago, when I desired to have sex, and went a couple of weeks without it. I totally lost that feeling. Well, until a few months ago, that is. Your touch sends chills up and down my body. I totally respond to you. If only you could feel how wet I am right now.”
We were still face to face, partially hugging. I was still holding her butt in my hands.
“Mrs. Sims, turn around. Please turn around.” She looked and me strangely, but did as I said. I was now facing her back. I wrapped my left arm across her shoulders, and put my right hand on her stomach, and started kissing her neck. I then went up to the back of her ears, where she told me previously not to touch. She did not pull away. After I started kissing behind her ears, I slid my hand down her pants to her pubic region, and slid down ever more to start rubbing her pussy, with my hand outside her pants. Now my cock was pushing between her ass cheeks, and she started moving her hips again.
“David, don’t stop. Oooooh that feels good. My pussy aches so bad right now.” She whispered to me.
I slid my hand back up to her belt line. Fortunately, she was not wearing a belt, so I started to slip my hand down her dress slacks. I could feel her sheer panties. They did not feel like cotton, rather like polyester. I immediately slid down again, and could feel how warm and wet she was.
“Oh my God, David. You have control of me.” With that, I slid my left arm down, and had my arm squeezing her towards me with my arm against both of her breasts. “David, you make me want you so fucking bad.” She rarely, if ever cussed, so I believed her. I REALLY believed her. I had a big, big problem though. We were at work. In my workbench area. I didn’t care, I needed to touch her more. I slid my hand over to the edge of her panties, and slid my hand under them, I could feel she had plenty of pubic hair. Just as I did that, I moved my lips over to her earlobe. She immediately lowered her head, and exhaled quite loudly. Her heart rate was at least 150 beats per minute! I slowly slid my hand down, and got two fingers full of wetness. As I did that, I opened up my left hand, and started massaging her right breast. It was soft feeling, though I could mainly only feel her blouse and bra. I was really hard now, really pressing into her ass cheeks. She lowered her left arm, and grabbed my pants where my cock was, and squeezed it quite hard. This made me slide one of my fingers deep inside of her. She was wet beyond belief. Katie never, ever, ever got this wet. It wasn’t just watery, is was a lubricating wet, very slippery.
“Ahhhhhh! She said loudly. Can’t hold it. Can’t….Hold…..AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
And just that fast, she had a roaring orgasm, while we were both standing up next to each other. Very, very quickly she got sensitive, and her body started jerking. I pulled my finger away, and our eyes met. To tease her really, really badly, I took my finger and slid it into my mouth, while our eyes were locked on each others.
“Next time, I want to make you cum with my tongue.” I told her as we looked at each other. I pulled my finger out of my mouth, and she grabbed the back of my head and started kissing me. In fact she pulled me so hard into her, that our teeth clanked against one another. I felt like I was going to cum in my pants, too.
“Ooooh” I said, while we kissed. I pulled away from her, “You are the best kisser ever, Mrs. Sims.”
“I am not even in your league, David. Your kiss makes me so wet.”
As badly as I wanted to have sex with Mrs. Sims, I didn’t. I trusted her as an employee. I also wondered what sex would be like with a woman who was 54. I had never been with someone that old. Heck, I totally couldn’t remember what it was like to be with Katie!
“You are spoiling me, you know” She said.
“I hope so! You are so good to me. I feel like I owe you.” Well, I was just saying that, but I was still grooming her. “I really, really enjoy touching you. You let me do it, and you seem to really like it.”
“It is all you, Dave. I haven’t felt like this in so long. My stomach does somersaults around you. I look forward to you making me feel like you just did.” We were still in the back room, I had sweat all over my forehead from being so excited. I could tell her heart was absolutely racing. “You are turning me into a monster!”
“Yea, you are a sex monster!” I joked with her. “I am sure you were always like that at home.”
“No, not at all. Really. It was once a week with him. I was perfectly fine with getting it done and over with. I rarely have ever been like this. My Lord, I cannot catch my breath! I need to go outside and get some air!” She was really, really pumping up my ego. Here I was, making this older lady want sex…Making her want me! I still had one BIG problem. I didn’t think she was willing to actually fuck me! I had another problem…Pre-cum!
“Mrs. Sims, I have to run an errand, I will be right back.” I had to go change my pants!
“What, you need to get rid of your wet spot?” She was smiling when she said it.
“Uh, yea! And it is your fault!”
“How is it my fault? And why don’t I get to go home and change? My panties are soaked!” Her saying that made MY heart start to race. “Go on and get back before I don’t let you leave!” She was actually opening up to me like never before. She was acting like a lady much younger than her. Maybe she was finally becoming who she really has always been, rather than just a provider for her ailing husband. I went home, switched clothes, and got a call. I called Mrs. Sims to tell her I had a support issue at one of my bigger business customers, and would not be back for awhile. In fact, I did not see her the rest of the day. She closed up the shop for the day.
It is kind of funny the way things work out between her and I. When I think the very next day we will finally do something else sexually, she never brings up anything about sex, and we are just workmates. That is what has always drove me nuts about her (And older women in general). Maybe she just didn’t have a sex drive like a younger guy like me. Then again, maybe she was struggling inside of herself, whether to move forward or not. I remember with Katie…Looking forward to finally having sex, and then we did…It totally changed the relationship. Not that it was a bad change, or a good one, but it changed. I wondered if Mrs. Sims was thinking the same way. What I also noticed is that I wasn’t as willing to go donate my time as much, for instance working at the church where I met Mrs. Sims in the first place. Oh, I would go there, but after an hour, I pretty much got out of there. I would go home and actually eat better, and exercise. I thought maybe some of those things would impress Mrs. Sims. I even bought different clothes, thinking she would be turned on by different clothes I would wear. How silly of me, actually. She didn’t really respond that way. When she was ready to be touched, she would let me know it. I started to understand that, and knew that if I tried too hard, I may make her mad. I needed her there, and that was the last thing on my mind. In fact, she asked for another vacation, and though it was inconvenient for me, I certainly gave her the time off…Paid. I even opened up an I.R.A. account for her to store back some money. She was always so nice. Just a nice person. She was a nice person who I stared at when I could. A nice person who looked so hot in her jeans. A nice person who was probably being eaten alive inside because she had a husband who mistreated her, and a guy half her age who wanted to be her lover. I couldn’t imagine what she had to be thinking. I do know it seemed like whenever she would have an extended period of time with her husband (Who seemed to get slower and sicker by the month), she would come back to the office fussing and fuming about something. The vacation I granted her was no different. The Monday morning she came back was pretty good, but by 9:00am, she was already telling me about how it was so bad to be around him for all that time. They had gone to the lakehouse they had. All he wanted to do was fish or sit and watch TV.
“You know, David, I could stay home and do that. I finally told him we should sell this lakehouse. We rarely go up there anymore, and we could use the money.” She said to me, as if I were her best friend, and not her boss.
“Is it worth much?” I enquired.
“No, maybe $100,000 at most.” Sheesh…What I would do with a hundred grand…
“Wow, that would really take care of you two, wouldn’t it!” I happily said to her.”
“Yes, it would.” She replied.
We didn’t talk much after that for a bit. It kind of upset me. I know what it would mean if they sold the place…She would not have to work for me anymore. I dreaded that day.
“Dave, I can tell something is bothering you. What is it?” She asked about 30 minutes later, still in the morningtime.
“You sell that place, and you would quit working with me, wouldn’t you. What would you guys do, pack up and move to Florida or Arizona or something?” I asked her, and I am sure I had a sad look on my face.
“I haven’t even thought about that. I love working here. It is real independence for me, but I really should be home more. I also miss my friends, going and doing things with them.”
“Can you afford to work less? I mean, what if you only worked until 1 or 2 each day?”
“Nope, we need the money too much.” She said. Remember, I had recently given her a raise, and she still was not in as good of shape as they needed to be. They simply spent every penny she made on bills, and her old man was spending his money from me on gambling.”
“I wish there was a happy medium for you. If you think of something, let me know.” I offered.
“I just miss doing things I used to do. For instance, I really want to see the new movie with Jennifer Aniston. She is one of my favorite actresses…It is supposed to be a nice romantic comedy. I haven’t been to the theatre in a year. My friends and I went once a month.”
“Do they go without you?” I asked.
“No, not really. Maybe once or twice. But I love movies. I just love to eat popcorn, and relax and get away from reality for a bit.” This got me to thinking. I know my business hardly EVER had any walk-in traffic between 1 and 3.
“Mrs. Sims. Will you go on a date with me?” I asked. I was totally k**ding, but I wanted to see what she would say.
“David, have you lost your mind. What are you talking about?” She looked at me like I was out of my mind.
“Let’s go on a movie date…Today. I will buy. It is a 5 minute drive to the Cineplex. What do you say?”
“No, that is okay. You don’t have to feel sorry for me. “
“What?” I said, saying it rather loudly. “Look, it is on me. And you don’t even have to sit next to me. I will close it up at lunchtime. What do you say? I mean, really, what have you got to lose?” I was almost pleading with her.”
“No, that is okay.” She sounded sad and depressed when she answered me.
“Well, if you change your mind, the offer stands.” I said. “Here, just take this, then.” I pulled my wallet out and pulled out two passes to the Regal Cineplex by us. “You and your hubby use them. I will never go by myself.”
“Oh, Dave, he will only go watch action movies…Things I have no interest in. Here, take them back. You will need them when you go on a date.”
“MRS. SIMS” I said loudly, “First off, I am not dating anyone, so I won’t use them. SECONDLY, if I were going on a date, I would not use them…That would be tacky. Take the damn things, okay?” And I stormed off. I was really letting her get to me. Maybe I had been alone too long. Maybe I was falling in love with Mrs. Sims. I don’t know what it was…Maybe the stress of the job. I was actually getting emotional thinking about not being with her. Who was I to deserve to be with her, anyway?
At noon, I went to the microwave to heat up my food.
“Does the offer still stand?” She looked over at me, speaking somewhat softly. She knew I was in a grumpy mood over our conversation earlier.
“What offer?” I was so grumpy I wasn’t even thinking straight.
“The movie. I want to see it. I have watched the previews. I don’t want to have to wait for it to come on DVD.” Really? She really just said that to me? That put the biggest smile on my face! I was going to go outside of work with her. Sure, we went to my house to massage her, but never in public. I really was thinking I was getting closer to her right then and there.
“Whenever you want to leave, we can go. I looked on the internet, and the move starts at 12:30. We need to leave now, if you want to.”
“I do. But eat your food first.”
“Screw the food…I will eat some popcorn or chips at the theatre.” That made her laugh.
At the theatre, we sat down…She sat down first, I went two spaces away from her. We were not at the top row, but about 3 rows down from it.
“What are you doing, Dave? Sit next to me.” Oh, okay, I thought…
“Are you sure? I don’t want someone to come in here and get the wrong idea about us.”
“The movie is starting and we are the only people here…Who will see us?” As she said that, the previews started. I was so happy to do something else for her. She was so ready to watch this movie. I wanted hold her hands or touch her, but I knew not to. The movie was okay. Jennifer Aniston is not my favorite actress, but she is decent. After about 20 or 30 minutes, I whispered to Mrs. Sims.
“If you would like, you can rest your leg on my leg, and I can rub your foot.” She didn’t say anything. She was totally into the movie. However about 20 seconds after I said it, she rustled around and rested her leg on mine. I slid off her shoe. It was dark in the theatre, so I could not see it real well, but I do know she had nice polish on her nails. I was more than happy to rub and massage her foot, and to creep up her pant leg up to her calf. This went on for about 10 or 15 minutes. Once or twice she peeked over at me, but never for very long. There is a scene where there is some kissing going on. I rolled my eyes at it, and looked over at Mrs. Sims. She was actually looking over at me.
“That is such a lousy kiss.” I said to her. “I could kiss so much better than that.”
“I want to find out soon. I really do.” She never really looked at me when she said that to me. We continued to watch the movie, and I continued to massage her leg.
The movie ended, and we realized, again, that we were the only two in the theatre. It was one of those movies that was so mushy, but Mrs. Sims loved it.
“I could get used to this. I hope this isn’t the last movie you take me to.” She whispered to me. I wasn’t sure why she was whispering…No one could hear her. “Can we make a detour on the way back to the office, Dave?” Great… Where was she thinking of going?
“Sure, where?” I asked.
“I want you to kiss me. I don’t want to kiss you in public, though.”
“Are you wanting to go to my house?” I asked, trying not to grin.
“Yes. But it is for a kiss, okay?” ARGH! That is it, tease the heck out of me again. “And I HAVE to go to the restroom, my lemonade has gone through me.” Thanks, I really needed to know that. I had to wait on her, and I went ahead and went to pee, also. I finished up at the theatre restroom. Sheesh, what takes women so long? She finally emerged. She had brushed her pretty hair out. She looked so nice, with her hair perfectly in place. We drove to my house, and she and I got out of my garage and into the house. I got right to the point of us being there.
“Where do you want to kiss?” I asked.
“On the lips, Dave, what were you thinking?” She said in a strange way.
“No! I mean what room?”
“Oh, sorry. I don’t care. I don’t want to be standing, though.”
“Do you want another body massage, too?” I was hoping and hoping and hoping.
“No, just a kiss.” Darnit! Oh well.
“Let’s sit on my couch, is that okay?”
“Yes.” We sat down, and I looked at her in the eyes. She was so pretty for her age. Her shorter Dark Auburn hair was perfectly in place. She had a nice button down blouse on and slacks on. We started kissing. There was no real fondling, just holding each other and kissing. It lasted for a minute, and we pulled up for air.
“Is that good enough for you, Mrs. Sims?” I asked. I wanted to kiss her more, but I was so damn excited. It took no time for my cock to throb in my pants.
“I love kissing you. I want you to kiss me more.” This time it was different. As we got face to face and closer and closer, our mouths were open. We kissed, open mouthed, and our tongues touched each others for the first time. That really, really made my cock harder than before. I rested my hand behind her neck. Our tongues were touching, so I decided to start licking her tongue with mine, simulating what I would do to her pussy. She let out a light moan, then a light squeal. I could literally feel her body shake a little when she realized I was simulating licking her pussy. As I did that, she squeezed her legs together really tight a couple of times. It seemed as if she was trying to either hold back the feeling down there, or trying to pleasure herself but closing her legs tightly. I slowly lowered my hand down from her neck, still holding her head with my other hand, and I went downward with my hand. As we kissed, I lowered my hand down her left breast (On my right) and got a big exhale into my mouth from her. I kept going down until my hand finished between her legs. I rested my index finger below her zipper, and pressed hard against her pussy.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!” She exclaimed through her nose. I started caressing her pussy outside of her slacks, still kissing her. I kept my hand outside of her pants this time, and just went straight up and down with my hand. After a few minutes, her body was in rhythm with my caressing. “Oh, God. You are going to make me cum again, aren’t you? You do that so easily.” She said. That was the first time in 10 minutes she took her mouth off of mine.
“I love making you cum.” I said back to her. “It makes me feel so good when I do. I want you to cum a bunch of times for me, though.”
“No. I don’t. I can’t. It is only 1 time for me.” She said.
“We will see.” I said, as if I were accepting her challenge. I started pushing against her slacks again. Each time, I thought she was going to bite my tongue. I raised my hand up to the top of her pants. “I want to feel your wonderful wet pussy again.” I said to her, and I felt her zipper and unzipped her slacks. Her slacks were pretty typical. The button was right at her belly button. I easily undid it. We were still on my couch, oblivious to the outside world. I slid my hand down her pants, outside of her panties. They were soaking wet.
“Wow, Mrs. Sims, you are so fucking wet! It feels so good on my finger.” I said to her, complimenting her for her wet pussy.
“HHHHMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHH” Is all she said. “Oh, I am so close…So close, David.”
“Here, let me make you cum really nicely then.” With that, I pulled away from her kiss and got down onto the floor on my knees, facing her.
“What are you doing?” She said in a much more annoyed tone.
“Trust me.” I said, gently. I reached on both sides of her hips, and pulled her slacks down. I finally got to expose her pussy to my eyes. It was dark, not gray at all. She had a fairly nice hairy pussy, but I could tell she cut the hair by her legs. It was a very, very sexy pussy. I had to taste it. I pulled her pants down far enough to open her legs wide, and I buried my face into her crotch. I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go, and licked with one long, very long stroke on her.”
“EEEEEYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH” Is what came out of her mouth. “OHHHHHHHHHHHHH, SHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTT” She said. Remember, she did not cuss very much. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLREEAADY!” And her muscles clenched up and she started cumming. I did not have my tongue on her but maybe 20 seconds. Her hips and whole lower started bouncing up and down on my couch. I kept my head down, trying to continue to lick her, but she was out of control.
“You sex monster!” I said, looking up at her.”You are so damn good.” Giving her a compliment for cumming so quickly.
“You..You…You…OhmyGod! I can’t…I can’t breathe. I need a second…WHEW!” She said.
I didn’t touch her for about a minute and just looked at her eyes while they stayed closed. She finally opened them again. “Oh, God! What did you do to me? I feel like I just passed out! How long was I lying here?”
“Not very long at all. Maybe a minute.”
“You made me cum so fast. Never so fast. Ever.”
“Here, let me try to do it faster this time.” And I went back down on her again.
“What are you doing?” She said loudly
“What do you think? Making you feel good. Now shush!” And I pressed my face into her pussy, licking up and down and in circles.
“No, let me do that to you.” She said. Oh, what I would have given for that. To see her beautiful 54 year old face sucking on my cock, wow. I sure would not last long.
“No, no, no. Remember, I am a giver, and right after I said that, I slid my right index finger inside of her pussy and continued to lick. Her head rolled back and her eyes closed. I pushed my finger as far in and I could to make it feel more like a cock. She loved every second of it, and every inch of my index finger. After a few minutes, I got a little more daring, and I pulled my finger out, and slid my and up her shirt, inside of it, and got a handful of her breast.
“MMMMMMMM, you do that, and I may cum again…”
“I thought you said you only can have one.”
“No, I said I have never had more than one.” Nice time to get grammatical on me. I caressed her breast under her blouse. As I licked and sucked on her pussy, and lower my hand, and slid it up her bra, and started touching the skin of her breast, and massaging it quite firmly.
“Oh, God!” Her legs went together, pressing against my ears real hard. “OH, SHIIIIT, HERE I CUMMMMMMMMMM. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” And she came harder than the first time this time. While she had this awesome orgasm, I squeezed the hell out of her breast, and she took her hand and pushed my hand deeper into her ribs. She loved every second of this.
“Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!” She kept saying to the rhythm of her orgasm, till it ended.
“David, you are going to have to fuck me soon. I don’t know about right now, but soon. My pussy can’t handle this teasing anymore.” She said.
“How do you think I feel?” I said. “I want to make you feel so good. I want you to cum like this with me inside of you.”
"Oh, Dave, I just don't know if I can." She said as I was on my knees on the floor, and she was sitting on my couch, bottomless, or at least with her pants down to her ankles, after I just made her cum by licking and sucking on her wonderful pussy. What was amazing to me was that she responded so strongly when I placed my right hand on her breast. She really enjoyed my finger inside of her while I loved her with my tongue, but it went to another level when I slid my hand under her blouse and caressed her outside of her bra. I still have not seen her breasts. I still want to see them so bad!
"You can't make love to me, is that it?" I asked her "That is fine, really."
"No, it can't be. I know it is killing you. I know...It is killing me, too. I just can't. I cannot do to Frank what he did to me. That would be vengeful. That is just not me." Nice time for her to get all faithful on me.
"It's okay, it really is." My cock was still just as hard as it had been in my pants.
"Sit down, Dave."
"Why?"
"You have done so much for me. It is your turn."
"Didn't you just say...."
"I cannot make love to you. You cannot keep doing everything for me with nothing in return!"
"What do you mean, nothing in return? I get tons of pleasure by giving you pleasure."
"I know you don't really mean that." She said and started to reach for my bulge in my pants. I grabbed for her hand and stopped her.
"How do you know I don't get pleasure from it? Do you understand what a great feeling it is for me to have total control of your body and make you, a beautiful woman, cum like crazy from my hand or my tongue? I sit here and think how lucky I am to get to do it to you."
"That is stupid, I am just a normal person."
"Mrs. Sims, it is more than that. I lust for you. I really do. I really, really, really want to make love to you in the most special time, but I am content...Really I am, to give you what you are missing at home...I will hug you, massage you, and give you orgasms, if you want, and not make love to you, if it helps you feel better about not doing to Frank what he did to you."
"Dave, what about me? That is not the point at all. That feels nice and all, but it has to be even."
"It is!" I said.
"Really? How many times have I pleasured you? How can that be even?"
"Okay, I will admit it. It is a control thing. It is a real ego booster for me to make you feel good. It was the same thing in my past relationships. I give much more than I take. I don't want to just be some guy who is always just getting and not giving." With that, I got up from the couch.
"Are you mad?" She said, in a weird voice, sounding like she was very, very upset.
"Of course not. I love this conversation. I would much rather talk then just hide everything. I don't want to do anything you don't want me to do. And I still stand by saying that if you ever want me to stop, I will. Let's get back to the store. I cannot believe the phone hasn't rang in the past 3 hours!" Wow, that was a fast 3 hours I just spent with her.
But that is how it always was with Mrs. Sims. Whenever we were together, being close, time just flew by. We ended up going back to work, and she left for the day at 4pm.
The next day she came in with a big brown grocery sack. When she walked in, she also looked very nice. Some days she looked pretty, but today she walked in with more makeup than usual. She also had a pretty outfit on. She had a dark blue top on. It was a Zoey V-Neck top (Google it if you want to see the type of top I am talking about) that showed as much cleavage as I have EVER seen her have. With that, she had dark tan slacks on. The slacks hugged her nicely. She is somewhat skinny, and I have always seen her wear clothes that fit her very well, if not rather conservatively. These pants hugged her...They seemed to be kind of snug on her.
And to top it off, she had pretty open toed dress shoes on, they had virtually no heal to them, with nicely painted toenails. It was like she was walking in, in slow motion. I was staring at her from head to toe. I could barely speak.
"Good morning, Dave." She said.
"Uh, hi." Is all I could get out. I wolf whistled a little bit to her. That is all I could do...Wow, she looked hot. She gave me a really weird look.
"I just bought this yesterday at Macy's. How does it look?" She said. I thought I would be funny with my reply.
"Like it would look awesome folded up nicely next to my bed." I said, not knowing what she would come back with.
"Better be careful what you wish for." Oh, if you only knew how much I did wish for it. I just know when I get ahold of you...
"What's in the bag?"
"Lunch for us for a few days this week. This way we can get caught up on things this week." Food is good. I always like food!
"What is in there?"
"I have a bunch of Pot Roast with veggies and rolls for one day, and some ham I baked in the oven with some rye bread for another day." Sheesh, she feeds me all the time and SHE wonders why I treat her so well.
"Does Frank get mad that you feed me all the time?"
"Please. I make so much food, it would go bad if I didn't bring it in." I did not give Frank as much as work for him to do at home, mainly because I didn't have any big PC contracts, but that was okay, he said, because he wanted more time to hang out 'With the fellas.' That meant gambling, and Mrs Sims hated every minute of him doing it.
"You are going to fatten me up, Mrs. Sims" I jokingly told her.
"My food is not fattening." She said in kind of a serious tone, "I can't cook like that anymore because of Frank's Diabetes."
"I was joking." I said, hoping I did not offend her.
"I knew you were. I am happy to bring you food. I am afraid you don't eat well, otherwise. Remember when you used to come through Kroger and buy all those chips and TV Dinners?" She asked.
"Yea, I was head over heals for you then, and I still am."
"You need to not talk like that. There is nothing we can do about it." She got serious again. Sheesh, she seemed to get this way.
"You're right. I shouldn't talk like that." But deep down, I knew I would be happy with her as my wife. Oh, to wake up to her every day. To see her shower. To see her in pajamas, or sweats, or just nothing at all. I daydreamed about her all the time. Our day was pretty normal, and about noon she heated up our lunch. I assisted a customer, and the whole store smelled so nice of her food. What a wonderful workmate I had in Mrs. Sims. I really, really did enjoy my life, working with her.
"It is hot, when you are ready to eat." She said. I bet it is hot...I was thinking to myself, and I sure am ready to eat it, thinking naughtily. I went back to the back to eat. We had a little table to eat on, but we usually just ate in our own offices because of the timing of it.
"Want to eat at the table, Mrs. Sims?" I asked, as I cleared the table.
"Sure." She and I sat down, across from each other.
"Thank you for yesterday, Dave."
"What do you mean, thank you?" I egged her on.
"For what you did. I told you I have never had 2 orgasms before, and you did it easily to me, without making love to me. I have to tell you, they feel really, really good, but men are different than women."
"Of course they are different, I noticed that!" I said, trying to be funny.
"No, do you know that having an orgasm doesn't necessarily satisfy a woman?"
"Uh, okay, you have my attention." Where is she going with this?
"My body has ached for almost 24 hours. It is almost painful. I cannot make it go away...Not even with Ibuprofen."
"What do you mean, did I hurt you?" Crap, that is the last thing I wanted to do.
"No, nothing like that. Have you ever gone 7 years without making love?" She asked.
"Well yea, duh! I was 18 when I first had sex. I went 18 years!" My attempt at humor was really bad.
"Forget it, you wouldn't understand." She said, kind of angrily.
"Okay, I will play your game, what is different."
"It isn't just the orgasm with women. It is the whole sequence of making love. Sex. Women actually feel complete when a man finishes, too." That made no sense to me.
"What? So what happens if it is over in 1 minute? Are you satisfied then?" I was really asking stupid questions, but frankly, I was curious of her answers.
"Sometimes quickies are satisfying. Not always though, but they are, well, were fun."
"Okay, with your logic, if you and I had a quickie, would you be satisfied?" I asked.
"I already told you I can't with you." She said.
"Okay, lets play pretend. You and I make love. What would satisfy you the most?"
"The closeness, the connection." YUCK! I was hoping for a better answer than that!
"You didn't answer the question...1 minute quickie, or last for awhile?" I asked while I ate the tasty food she heated up.
"It just depends. I will say it isn't much fun to go longer than it needs. Then it gets boring."
"Sex? Boring? Not a chance!"
"You haven't had sex with Frank."
"Thank God! And I don't plan on it, either! By the way, raise your foot up." I told her. She did, and I grabbed it with my left hand under the table, and raised it up to rest on my leg. I slid her shoe off, and ate with my right hand, and softly caressed her foot with my left hand.
"There, that should make lunch better." I said, acting kind of cocky.
"I guess. It feels better in better situations, though." Man, she was just not responding to me that well today! "I mean, it just would be better in a relaxing way, not sitting up and eating."
"Sorry, I will do it another time, then." And I stopped rubbing her foot.
"No, that is fine. I like it. I just like it much more when I can relax and concentrate on you touching me. I still look forward to it, and I know I shouldn't, but it is so the****utic. Part of me absolutely says no. But you said something yesterday I have not been able to say out loud."
"What? What is it?" I had to know.
"Dave, I am 54. You are half my age. You can get any woman you want. You are attractive, you have a successful business, and you have a way about you that any woman would love to get. Why me?"
"HUH?" I asked her.
"I mean, I am the one that feels like I am on top of the world when you give me attention. I get such wonderful attention from you. You make me feel like I am this wonderful, beautiful woman."
"Because you are, Mrs. Sims."
"David, I know better than that. I am just a wife and a mother."
"Haven't we already had this conversation? You are beautiful. You think you have to be 24 to be pretty. You are pretty at 54. You are drop dead gorgeous, I think!"
"But."
"QUIT!" I said to her loudly.
"I don't deserve it." She said.
"Of course you think that. Frank hasn't treated you like you deserved anything other than being his cook, his maid, etc., etc. That isn't fair to you."
"Yea. It hurts. I feel like I missed a big part of my life when I am with you. I wish I were your age, and never met Frank."
"Stop that. What good is talking like that going to do?" I asked.
"Because you and I would have made some beautiful babies!" Wow! That came out of nowhere.
"Mrs. Sims, you won't even let me practice trying to make babies with you." I said, trying to get her to laugh.
"I can't get pregnant, I had my tubes tied." She said.
"Not what I meant, Mrs. Sims."
"I know what you meant, David." She said, in a weird way. "I really, really have to be careful. 99% of me says yes to you, and my common sense says no. I am afraid once I make love to you, I will want to all the time."
"You will never know until you try it." I just cannot get her to laugh. Must be a generational thing.
"No, but you have done things to me that I am struggling with you doing . We are having an affair, David. I am doing the very thing to Frank that he did with me."
And that is how lunch ended. It was a pretty quiet afternoon of work between the two of us. She seemed to be moody like that more and more.
But she sure looked good that day!
I bet what Mrs. Sims and I have done in the past is really tearing her apart inside. We would probably be an awesome couple if she wasn't married. At least I think we would be. It was so fun when it was just the flirting and foot rubs. Over the past year it has gone from me thinking she was kind of pretty for an older lady, to me wanting to have a relationship with her. I know it is selfish, but I want her all for myself. She won't leave Frank. They have been together for so long. It isn't totally about the sex with her. If it was, I would have been much more selfish much quicker with her, and probably run her off and would have lost my employee! I have quite busy days at work. Some days, I don't even make it in the store, and I can trust she is doing everything she can to make Daveco Technical Services a better company. I have never really worked with anyone I wanted and needed so much. My family (Extended family) all are business owners, and I was destined to be the same. Mrs. Sims is certainly making my dream come true in that aspect. I just don't understand why I am falling so hard for a 54 year old married woman!
I have noticed Mrs. Sims seems to have lost some of her energy. She was always hyperactive, never seeming to sit down at work. However, since I moved into the new location with her having her own office, she sits much more. I have also walked by her office a few times seeing her eyes closed, taking a cat nap. I won't complain, though. She has certainly put in much hard work over the past year.
"Mrs. Sims" I said as I passed by her office one day. "Mrs Sims?" She kind of jumped up when I said it a second time. "Are you feeling okay?" I asked.
"Yea, just sleepy. I was resting my eyes." She said.
"Mrs. Sims, if you aren't getting enough sleep at home, let me know, and I can let you off early any time you want. Or, I can shut your lights off for a nap. Heaven knows I do it in the evenings I work late!" I said, trying to get her to open up a little.
"I just feel tired. I was going to go to the doctor at lunch tomorrow, remember I mentioned it to you about 3 weeks ago?" Uh, know, I don't, actually!
"That is cool...Maybe your doctor can give you some peppy pills!" I said, hoping she would find humor in it.
"I am sorry. I just cannot find the energy anymore. I just feel like I am running all the time and can never rest." I think in a way she was complaining about her demanding husband when she said that.
The next day she came back from the doctor eager to talk about it. Usually she was fairly private with certain things, but she opened right up to me.
"It is a pretty simple answer." She said about what the doctor told her, "I am nearly 55, and it is a change I am going through with hormones. My physician said it happens to everyone, and I am no different. My doctor gave me a pre******ion if I want to take it to relieve some of the effects I am going through." She seemed to look forward to getting the medicine. I didn't ask her what it was...I just was hoping it would make her happier. She had been kind of grumpy and down lately, totally not like her!
"That is great news, Mrs. Sims. I was worried something was wrong, or you were really sick." And I truly was worried.
"Nope, she knew immediately from some blood tests that they took when I first got there, and they got the results in 15 minutes. Amazing what they can find out these days!" She said. I could hear some happiness in her voice.
"Cool! If you need to rest in the meantime, just shut your light off in your office. I will understand. I don't want to know about the woman things, just that you will feel better." I said.
"Well, it is a woman thing. A change of life thing. Hopefully these hormones help." And with that, we dropped it. We were pretty normal the next few days, and the next Monday, I noticed she had more pep in her step! She even was cracking jokes, like "Wow, what a difference a little Estrogen makes! Dave, maybe you should have some of it." Wow, just what I need... No thanks!
"No, Mrs. Sims, I will pass on that. I am glad to see you feel better."
"Oh, I think I do. I feel like I have more energy. Dave, thanks for dealing with me lately. All I hear from home is what a bitch I have been lately. Not once have you said anything like that to me." I never would have gone THAT far, but she was pretty crabby with me lately, " Thank you." And with that, she gave me a nice tight hug. Apparently I closed my eyes, because she peeked at me as she pulled away and saw my eyes closed.
"You alright, Dave?"
"What? Why would you ask that?" I asked her.
"Your eyes were closed."
"Nothing, just a nice hug from you. I miss them!"
"Me too, Dave. I really do miss the foot rubs and the massages. I just haven't felt like being touched lately. I am either freezing or too hot. It seems to be better now."
"Good, Mrs Sims, now I can hug you and massage you more, then, right?"
"I miss it. I really do. Yea. I think so, Dave. I do want that." Wow, that was the most positive she had been in weeks, if not months. I hope I don't miss another chance!
"I tell ya what ...Find a movie we can go to at lunchtime, and we can have another lunch "Date". How does that sound?" I asked, hoping for a repeat of our last movie we went to.
"We don't have to go to a movie. We can just go to your house. I would like to give you something for it, though, Dave. I just feel like you never get anything back. "
"Part of my giving personality. Remember, I am kind of co-dependent. My happiness is based on other people's happiness."
"Yea, that is why you undercharge so many people."
"I can't help it...I feel sorry for a lot of people."
"Don't, this is business, not personal." It is for me...It is my name on the company sign.
"I guess you are right." I said, not very convincingly.
"But I can see why you do it. Lose a little now, to gain more later." She said.
"Yea, like massaging you and making you feel nice, so I can get more, I mean gain more later with you!" Here is my bad sense of humor again...
"Ha Ha." She said. I wasn't sure if that was funny ha ha or I am being stupid ha ha. All I know is that I am so looking forward (Again, finally!!!) to taking her to my house. I know the next time, I don't want to be so "Giving" to her. Well, let me rephrase that. I do want to be "giving" it to her, if you know what I mean!

My attempt at humor always fell on deaf ears it seemed like with Mrs. Sims. At least she was consistent with her lack of laughter to my bad jokes. It was nice, however, to see her in a better mood (FINALLY!) than she had been in awhile. I kind of backed off with my advances, thinking she would yell at me or I would completely lose my chance with her. (As you can tell in reading my last 10 chapters, I have always had an inferiority complex, and that is my main reason for always being "giving" and not a "taker". I guess I have been told I am Co-Dependent, as well. That has lead me to working for people and companies for either free or much less than I deserve, as well as giving Mrs. Sims a big title, and overpaying her for her business she brings in. I guess it is true... My happiness is tied to other people's happiness. That is kind of why when we were at my house the last time, and I had the opportunity to get more from her, I declined...Kind of a self-defeatest attitude that I cannot get rid of.
I saw almost immediate results with Mrs. Sims with her new medicine (Some kind of female pill for women her age starting menopause). She actually had more spring in her step, and she even made more sales, which made her more commission. It was good, because I liked it best when I worked 6 or even 7 days per week. That is what I needed because I almost felt like I had nothing to go home to. I even didn't speak much with my friends anymore because of working so much, but we would occasionally text one another, and I would meet a few up for dinner and a stein of beer at my favorite German restaurant. I even started taking a liking to one of the waitresses there, and even exchanged phone numbers. I figured I had no real hope for a real relationship with Mrs. Sims, and even less of just having sex with her (Like friends with benefits, which I have learned older women aren't into like women in their 20's are!). Friday of that week came, and I noticed the ornery Mrs. Sims show up again...
"David, if you can stand it, I would like to go to a movie, and Frank has no interest, so you have to be my date." Wow, such romanticism...
"Well, if you put it that way, how can I say no?" Playing into her sarcasm.
"I don't mean to be that way, I just wanted to see if you liked MY sense of humor." She said.
"Not much better than mine." I replied to her truthfully, "I guess we are a good match because neither of us are too funny to the other one. Are you ever funny to Frank or is he to you?" I always hesitated asking questions like that, not that I was wondering if she would reply, but sometimes she would get going and not stop talking for an hour.
"I guess when I was young he was funny. I was young and impressionable, and wanted out of my parents house at 17. I was wanting to be in the real world with no rules, and I ended up getting pregnant on the first time we had sex. So much for all of the freedom I had hoped to get!"
"I would have loved to see you pregnant...I bet you were sexy as can be!" I said.
"I have pictures. They are put up now. I look at them about once every 5 years when I am doing some real good cleaning or getting new furniture. Well, we used to do that. Our furniture will have to last a long time now." She said, kind of sadly.
"Keep selling, and you will easily get more!" I chuckled.
"Have you seen the price of furniture lately? I would have to make a million dollar sale to get nice stuff!" She was over exaggerating, and I could tell she actually resented Frank for not being able to work. She had a standard of living she was used to, and didn't like losing it. Working every day for me was part of it.
"What movie were you interested in?" This ought to be pretty lame, I thought to myself.
"I like Johnny Depp. I want to see his new one." I have never been too much of a fan of his, but he does have some rather funny movies. I knew a new version of Pirates was out. I guess I could see it.
"Pick a time. I can try out this new call forwarding service I want to use."
"What is that for?"
"Well, rather than the phone going to voicemail, then notifying my cell phone when a message is left, it will go to a live person that will pretend to be an employee, and the phone answerer will just say I am unavailable, and will call back. Then I get a text from the answering service, and I can decide if I want to call back immediately." Funny, Mrs. Sims had no immediate response to it. "If I like how it works, either you or I can turn it on whenever we want, to get more work done. This way, you won't have to answer the phone as much if you are swamped."
"Do you think it will work?" She asked.
"Well, it is on the Better Business Bureau with an A Rating. Good enough for me to try."
I set up the service, and told them I would be out from noon to 3pm, to give us time for the movie (And for more, I was hoping!).
Just like last time at the movie, I sat next to her, and offered to massage her feet by having her put her leg on mine. At first she just sat there, but eventually moved her leg on mine. I finally started to realize that I may have a thing for her legs and feet. I wanted to touch them every day. But, then again, I wanted to touch all of Mrs. Sims every day. The movie was funny, and we got through watching it.
"What do you want to eat?" I asked her.
"I had a ton of popcorn...I am fine." Crap! I was starving. I guess I had food in the store.
"Are we going back to the shop now?" She asked.
"Um, I guess. Did you have somewhere else you wanted or needed to go?" I asked her.
"Yea, I think I like the idea of a movie and massage. " Hmmmm. I guess I was up for that.
"Sure, we can head for my house, but I need to get something to eat on the way there." I told her.
"No, lets just go straight there. You can get food there, can't you?" That seemed odd for her to say that.
"Yea, I have some stuff."
"Good." And with that, I drove home with her. It was Friday, and by the end of the week, my house was starting to get messy. I clean it thoroughly every 2 weeks, and it was due the very next day.
"Getting to be a slob, I see..." She said.
"Yup...No woman to pick up after me here." I was joking, but sort of serious, I guess.
"I keep telling you that you need to find someone." She said.
"I have, but she is married." I was very honest with that answer. I looked her in the eyes when I said it, so she would understand it well.
"Not much I can do about it, now can I?"
"Well, I suppose not. I don't want to ruin your marriage. But if you weren't married, I would treat you like a queen, and I would always be there for you, and you would always be satisfied sexually with me." I told her, to try to win her over.
"You have had your chances, and you haven't acted on them completely!" She kind of raised her voice at me.
"I don't want you to think I am taking advantage of you, or I just want you for 1 thing. Even though that one thing would be incredible!" It was the truth...I still thought about making love to her a little bit EVERY DAY. "I think about you every day...And how it must be so incredible to feel your love." Wow, did those mushy words come out of my mouth just now? It must be love, because I never talk like that!
"I don't know what you see in me. I have told you before, I am old enough to be your mother."
"Why should that matter? Being with you every day makes the feeling grow so much stronger. Do you not feel the same way?" I guess I was to the point that if she answered the wrong way, I was finally going to completely give up.
"I do. I really do. It is different for me, because I am married. I am not going to throw over 35 years away, though."
"So, are you saying I should not try to touch you anymore?" Time to give up...Finally. This affair has gone on for awhile, and I just feel like I cannot take it anymore.
"No, that is not what I am saying. I wanted you to bring me here so I could feel you against me again. This medicine I am taking makes me feel much better about myself, and I feel I have more energy, and, well...I just want to feel your touch again. Okay... I want you to touch me." Wow, what mixed signals. Women drive me crazy.
"Okay. If you want me to massage you, I would be happy too." I said...I think I said it in a monotone voice with a bad attitude.
"No, not today." Now what? Really? Then what do you want, Mrs Sims? "Your turn."
"What? I massage you, not the other way around." I told her.
"No. I want you to feel how you make me feel." She said.
"No, because I would either get too sleepy and fall asleep, or I would get horny and hard, and just embarrass myself with a hard-on that you would see." I would not be embarrassed, I would just be stuck with one again, and would not be able to do anything with it with her.
"Trust me. I want my turn to do it now." Well, she said that with a stern look on her face!
I took a deep breath. "Okay, what were you thinking?"
"Just like me...Go to your bed and lie down in your underpants." Underpants? That is an old-fashioned word. It totally matched Mrs. Sims as old-fashioned as she was. I started to unbutton my shirt, and walk towards my bedroom. I walked in, kicked off my shoes, dropped my pants, took off my socks, and jumped on my bed. I already felt my cock to grow, but I was lying face down on the bed, so she could not see it.
"Where is the lotion?" She asked.
"I am not sure...Somewhere on my table. Don't worry about it. I am sure your hands will be perfect." With that, she stuck her hands on my back, and started to rub my back. I was right...It took about 10 seconds for the feeling to become sexual for me. As long as she didn't have me roll over, I was fine. She started to rub down in my lower back area, which made me a little uncomfortable.
"Do you like that?" She sensed me being tense from that.
"No, I like my back and shoulders better." I told her.
"You have no hairs on your back at all. Total opposite of Frank. He is like a monkey on his back." Why would she tell me that? Was she trying to purposely gross me out?
"Nope, I guess not." I responded.
"Here...Roll over." Nope, I don't want to do it.
"No, I like this really well." I said to her.
"Come on." She said.
"Nope, you wouldn't for me, and I am returning the favor for you." I said.
"Please?" How could I say no to that, and I went ahead and gave in. I wear boxer shorts, and had a definite tent going on down there. She noticed it, but went to rubbing my shoulders and chest and stomach. When she rubbed her nails against me, it just made my cock so freaking hard, that it would jump in my underwear. I am sure she noticed it.
"It looks like you do like to receive, after all." She said, smiling.
"Uh, yea! A beautiful woman like you touching me like this? Of course!!!
So, here I am, on my back, only in my boxer shorts. Good timing...I usually buy silly boxers from Kohl's that are on clearance (Pac-man, or some beer company, or some video game on them...) but today I had plain gray cotton ones on. My erection was completely easy to see, and the cotton stretched down there. I was just hoping in my mind that Mrs. Sims would see it and give my cock attention. I think she was still slightly struggling with going further with the affair. She had never really touched my cock, other than through shorts or pants, and had never even seen it. I wanted her to look at it. And to touch it!
"Mrs. Sims, climb onto my bed with me. Please?" She didn't reply. Here I am, nearly naked, and she is totally clothed, even with her shoes still on. "I want to hug you and kiss you." She looked at me, and decided to go ahead and climb onto my queen-sized bed. We were both on top of my blankets and comforter. I looked over at her in her eyes. They were so nice to look at, especially with a cock as hard as it gets! I rolled over and kissed her on the cheek and she didn't pull away, so I moved over more and kissed her lips. Her lips are so freaking soft! I pulled away from her.
"Your lips are so awesome Mrs. Sims!" I said to her. "I could kiss them all the time." And I moved down to kiss her more. I was mostly on top of her, she was still completely dressed. I lowered myself to make sure my cock was pressing against her lower stomach/pelvic area. I slid my hips side to side to let her know I wanted sexual attention from her. She still didn't say anything. Then I leaned my weight towards my right side, and lifted my left hand and touched her right breast with it while we were still kissing. It was then that she reacted positively...She reached her left hand down and grabbed my cock a little through my boxers, which caused me to let out a moan while I kissed her. As she gripped my cock, she didn't go up and down, rather she went in a twisting motion with it. I was totally in heaven! It is my personality, however, to not just be able to receive pleasure and enjoy it, so I slid my left hand down from her breast and down to her pant zipper, and slid my hand down to her crotch area, and pressed my fingers hard against her pussy. It was her turn to moan. I was actually thinking it was finally going to happen with her. I raised my hand back up, and I remembered she had dress pants on...Easier for me to slip my hand down. I slid it down and felt her panties, and kept going down, and caressed her pussy outside of her panties. She was freaking wet! I was also wanting to have her say something...Anything...but she was staying so quiet. She still had a grip on my cock through my underwear. I raised my hand up, and then tucked it under her panties. I could feel her hairy pussy again, and I immediately slid it down to her wet pussy lips. I went down to them, and slid my left index finger inside of her. All of a sudden she started breathing real, real heavily.
"Oh, Godddddddd." She said. If she was cumming already, this would only be about 5 minutes of touching her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh............OOOOOOOOHHHHHH SSSSSHHHHHHHIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT" And her body tightened up, her hips raised up in the air, and then BAM! Her body slammed against my bed and she was cumming very hard. She pulled away from kissing me to get air. She also grabbed my hand and pulled it away from her pussy.
"Too...Sensitive. It hurts with you touching it right now...Too sensitive..." She was gasping for air while saying it. This was my chance. I moved down her body and started to take her belt and undo her pants. When I did that, it pulled my cock away from her hand and out of its reach. I was surprised when she bent her knees to help me pull her pants down, then completely off, along with her shoes. After I got her shoes and pants off, I went back up and moved my mouth towards her pussy.
"Uh-Uh." She said.
"What?" I asked her.
"No. Not unless I do that to you to." Well, it would feel so freaking awesome. This time, I didn't say anything, and I turned my body around, so my feed were at the top of the bed, and I was facing her pussy and started to lick on it. I felt her grab my cock with her hand. She didn't put it in her mouth. I was just hoping and begging she would say some sort of compliment its length, or hardness. But nothing. She just jerked it some while my tongue was on her clit. I decided to suck on her clit like I was hoping to have her suck on my cock, and I guess she got the idea, because I could feel warmth of her saliva on the tip of my cock. It got real warm. I could also feel her tongue against it. I was finally getting a blow job from this wonderful older woman! I had dreamed about this for a year! We were doing 69 together, and I hoped she liked it as well as I did. I slid my right hand up her stomach, and under her blouse, and caressed one of her breasts outside of her bra. I even squeezed it firmly in unison as I sucked harder on her clit. I noticed she never put my cock in her mouth more than about an inch or two. I remembered with Katie, we tried all kinds of things, and Katie had even tried deep throating me, which once made her ***** on me! Mrs. Sims was not very good at giving me a blow job, but that was okay, at least she was giving me one! There was no sucking or going up and down or anything like that. She just had it sitting in her mouth a little bit. Maybe she didn't like to do it? I don't know...She didn't ever say much about it in the past.
I started humming while sucking on her clit (A trick Katie taught me that she said felt like a vibrator if I did it hard enough) and Mrs Sims really responded to it. It was then that I moved my hand and slid it under her bra. I rubbed her nipple and breast during my clit sucking of her. I repositioned myself a bit, and lifted her left leg, and slid my left arm under it. I was now completely facing down on my bed, her clit in my mouth, and my nose near her ass. I took my fingers from my left hand and slid two of them into her wet pussy. She tensed way up, as if it hurt her, but then relaxed...She then tensed up again, harder and harder. She started to moan, then lift her ass in the air, then after about 10 seconds, slammed it to the bed again. I made her cum a second time...Again! I also remembered she got real sensitive after cumming, so I pulled away from rubbing her pussy. I actually pulled away from having my cock in her mouth, and moved up and kissed her again. I still was hoping she would say how nice it was, or something. I guess she just didn't say anything during sex. It was totally different with Katie. She and I never stopped talking dirty during sex, and it enhanced the experience. I just kissed her, and reached down to pull off my boxers. Mrs. Sims was looking me in the eyes. I reached for her blouse, and, with both of my hands, went to pull it up. Surprisingly, she lifted up for it to come off. Now all she had on was her bra, which I went to lift up also.
"Hold on." She said. FINALLY she is saying something to me! She reached under to unlatch her bra. We were now both totally nude. I was slightly on top of her. I actually moved over to be totally on top of her.
"Are you okay?" I asked her. She didn't say anything, but nodded her head. Her pretty reddish brown hair was slightly messy now. Her breasts were somewhat flat against her chest. They certainly had sag to them. Her nipples were pinkish brown, but what I remember most about them is that her nipples were like large pencil erasers...Hard, too! I started kissing her again, and lowered my body, and my still hard cock pressed against her pubic hair. I lowered my body again, and my cock rested against her clit. She inhaled real hard, I think in anticipation of me entering her.
"Are you sure?" I asked again.
"Yea." She almost whispered to me. With that, I reached down and grabbed my cock and guided it to the opening of her pussy. The head of my cock was just on the edge of going inside of her. I waited to put it in to see if she would change her mind, but she didn't, and I pushed down onto her, and entered her soft, warm, wet, TIGHT pussy. Did I mention it was surprisingly tight? I have a fairly average cock, though it is not completely straight on the end of it. I do not remember Katie feeling like this down there. Mrs. Sims completely tensed up upon the start of us having sex. I went slow. VERY slowly.
"Careful." She said to me, again almost whispering. "I don't like it to hurt. Frank always tries to hurt me and you are bigger than him. Don't hurt me, okay?" FINALLY, an ego booster I was begging for! I started kissing her again, and sped up just a little with my strokes. This went on for a couple of minutes, and we seemed to get a little more comfortable with each other. I remembered another thing I did with Katie. I moved by body up higher on Mrs. Sims' body, so my cock rubbed against her clit while I made love to her. Mrs. Sims' eyes were closed. I was hoping it was from her enjoying it. It could have been she was thinking of Frank on top of her...Who knows.
I started to get more daring, and started pushing my cock harder into her, which made her grunt, and show a face of pain a little, but she did not say to stop. Since we weren't kissing at the time, I moved my mouth over towards her ear. I remember she said it was an erogenous zone for her, so I started to nibble on her earlobe, and kiss below her ear. This is when she really caught me off-guard...Her hips and pelvic region started to move up and down with the tempo of my strokes...She was fucking me back! That really turned me on, and I decided to whisper in her ear, "You are so beautiful, Mrs. Sims" She seemed to speed up a little when I said that. "I love being around you. You are so pretty. You make love so well." I whispered again to her. I wanted to make her cum, so I pushed all the way into her, and held my cock deep into her, and whispered, " You are so fucking tight down there, beautiful Mrs. Sims." Apparently this was too much for her, and it through her right into another orgasm. This one was accompanied by grunts and moans. I was still completely amazed how tight she was. I immediately moved both of my hands down and rested on my elbows, with my hands under her ass cheeks. I lifted her up as much as I could, while I continued to go rather slow in and out of her. Mrs. Sims never really opened her eyes. I think she did not want to look at me. I then took a BIG RISK...I used my core muscles, and rolled us both over, so she was on top of me onto the other side of the bed. She did not say anything, but it did open her eyes. I was now looking at her breasts, which looked much bigger now that she was on top of me. I was still squeezing her ass cheeks, and using my arm muscles to raise and lower her onto my hard cock. I took my right arm, and put it about chest high and squeezed her towards me, and it made her right breast go by my mouth, and I opened my mouth and started sucking on it like a baby. My cock totally filled with blood when I did this.
"Oh, God, it is hurting...It hurts." She said, so I stopped pulling her up and down on me. "It is okay, it is just hurting a little. I am a little sore...It has only been about 8 years."
"Okay, I will stop if you want" I said to her.
"Not necessary." She said, almost clinically.
"Mrs. Sims, you are so tight down there. I am going to cum soon. Mrs. Sims, how do you like me to cum?"
"I don't care." She replied. I continued to make love to her, with her on top. I started going faster, but not deeper. It was going to be over soon. I knew that, so I moved both of my hands behind her back, and up to her shoulders, pushing her entire body down onto my cock. Her breasts rubbed against my chest, which totally was pushing me to the edge of cumming.
"Mrs. Sims, I am going to cum...Mrs. Sims, I am so close."
"Go ahead. Cum for me David." The first sexual thing she said to me. With that, I started spurting hard inside of her. I think she felt the jets of cum go inside of her (I am fortunate to cum pretty hard...Not a lot, but it squirts hard and far when I do), and it made her start to cum...For a FOURTH TIME no less! After about 15 seconds of this, I stopped loving her. I looked up at her, and we just stared at each other. I could feel my own hot cum on my cock, still inside of her. It made her pussy slippery, and I started to fuck her again.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Uh, making love to you???" I replied, not sure of why she was asking that.
"Again?" She asked in about 3 tones.
"Why not, do you not want me to? I stay hard after coming. I can usually come again rather quickly." I said to her.
"No, I am sore, and I really have to pee.
"Okay." I said. She went to climb off of me, and I saw my cum drain out of her pussy onto my cock. She gave me a quick peck of a kiss on my lips, and jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom, which was attached to my bedroom. I was so tired...I was totally out of sex shape, and my muscles were sore. I also looked at the clock...2:45. The answering service stopped at 3PM, so I needed to get back to the office.
Mrs. Sims took awhile in the bathroom.She came out of it (Finally), with one arm covering her breasts, and the other covering her pussy. I was still nude on the bed, my erection finally going down.
"Can we stop at Walgreens on the way back to the office?" She asked.
"Uh, sure." I replied, not sure why she wanted to, but I just fucked this beautiful older woman. I didn't care why. We both got dressed, and left the house. Neither of us really talked about it. I stopped in the parking lot of Walgreens, and realized I hadn't eaten lunch..I was STARVING! She hopped into the car, and I looked over at her, and told her I had to eat something. I looked down at the bag, and noticed she had panty liners in it.
"Can we just get back to the office, we have food there." She said, pretty quickly.
"Yea, sure. Are you okay?"
"Yea, of course. But I think you just caused me to start my period, or I am just spotting from finally getting some." That was pretty funny to hear her say. I am not a woman, so I don't know what having sex causes them to go through.
We got back to the office, and she ran to her restroom.
I was EXHAUSTED when we got back to the office. I did not brush through my hair, or anything.... I am sure it was a mess! Mrs. Sims went back to work, and mumbled about how much work she had to do. I had written up some quotes the previous two weeks to a few companies, and won one bid of Industrial-type computers (The 4U Rackmount type that go in manufacturing facilities typically) and so I needed Mrs. Sims to do a bunch of purchasing for me. I made a ton of phone calls. AND I finally got to eat some food! Then 4PM came around very quickly. Mrs. Sims was smiling, and somewhat giggling when she said goodbye to me.
"Dave, I thought about this afternoon for a long time. You certainly didn't disappoint. Thank you for your gentleness." She said. I guess with her personality, that was about the best compliment I could get from her.
"Are you okay?" I asked her.
"Yea. I don't know how I will be at home though...Wish me luck." With that, she left the store. What did she mean by that....'Wish me luck' stuff? Was she going to tell Frank? Or was she worried that he would just sense something was wrong?
I have no idea. Women can be so mysterious sometimes! Since I had won that bid for some industrial computers, I needed Frank to do more with the screws and accessories. That would make them a few more bucks...Maybe he would treat her well and get her something with the money. Then again, I am sure he would just gamble it away!
As I mentioned before, that was a Friday. CRAP! I had to wait a couple of days again to see her. I wonder how she would be all weekend. I did not have a great weekend, as I was so concerned about her, I just ended up being cooped up in my house watching TV, or going to the local bar/grill to get some wings and beer. I have to admit I was pretty miserable. I wanted to know if she was going to tell Frank, and Frank would come up with a gun on me, or what would happen. Monday morning FINALLY came around. I was at work early, hoping it would make the morning fly by.
"Good morning." I said to her as she walked in.
"Hi Dave...I have something for you." Oh, do I have something for you too I thought to myself.
"Oh yea, have you been cooking, I hope?" I have to admit...She can cook so well...And that is the best way to get to me...Feed me well!
"That too. I have been shopping." Shopping? Okay....Not really what I was thinking about. "I was pretty energetic this weekend, and found something for you." What the heck is she talking about? I have jeans and t-shirts and khakis...That is all I need.
"Open it." I could see it was from Macy's. She had always shopped at higher dollar places... I opened up the box, and it was a nice dress shirt. It was actually very nice. And there was a nice sweater in there, too. Not that I am much of a sweater wearer, but it was a nice sweater...Something Bill Cosby would wear!
"Mrs. Sims, you didn't have to get me anything." I started to say.
"Please, Dave. You were on my mind all weekend. All you do is give, give, give to me and everyone else. I thought you would like a gift. Do you like them?"
"I certainly do! Thanks very much, but you still..." She cut me off again.
"You need some new clothes. Please don't take that the wrong way. I just thought you would look good in them." Why do women do that? Katie did the same thing...As the relationship grew, she would buy me clothes...Oh, I know...Maybe because I wear the same shit all the time until it has holes in it! I usually don't care about my clothes. This was nice quality stuff, though. I reached over to hug her. "Thank you. You are so wonderful to me. I don't know what I would do without you." I said to her.
"You're welcome. I am glad you like it. I couldn't wait for you to open up the box...It seemed like this weekend dragged on."
"You're telling me..." I said to her, "All I have thought about all weekend is if you were okay, or if Frank was going to come here with a gun." I said to her in a serious tone.
"What? Frank knows nothing. Please, I beg you. Please, this is our secret. Okay?" She was begging now.
"Of course. I was worried about you. I mean, I saw what you bought, and I didn't know..." Damn! She cut me off again, this time smiling and laughing when she started to talk.
"Dave....8 years. It was like you took my virginity away...If felt like that. And I think my insides weren't ready for such a hard big boy like you are." Um, I have never been called a 'Hard big boy' before...I guess that is another of those strange compliments.
"I was kind of thinking it was because you are so unbelievably small down there. I could not go all the way inside of you it felt like." I said, thinking she would take it as a compliment.
"I am sure from going so long." She replied.
"Next time, I will notice more how it feels." I said to her, trying to get a reaction from her, hoping she wanted to have sex again with me...Soon!
"We HAVE to be careful. The feeling you gave me Friday was sensational. We just cannot get caught. I was very nervous on Friday, and ended up throwing up afterwards in your bathroom from nerves." Well, that explains why she took so long. "I want to let you feel as good as I can" She said.
"Um, Mrs. Sims, I don't know what you could do to make it any better." Remember, we were still hugging during this discussion. She rested her head on my shoulder and whispered into my ear.
"Next time, I will get to be myself. I am sure you will like it." She said. That made me inhale really big. I lowered my right hand down to her butt, and squeezed it, and pulled it towards me so our pelvic regions were touching.
"You are so beautiful, Mrs. Sims. I mean that."
"No, I'm not." She said.
"Yes you are. I remember how your body reacted on Friday when I said it." Trying to get her reaction.
"I don't hardly ever hear that from Frank, and it sent shivers down my spine. I lost control of my body with you fucking me when you said that." Wow, she really does have a potty mouth!
"Then I will say it more next time, whenever you want that to be. I just cannot wait to make you feel good again. I want to give your more than 4 orgasms this next time."
"It isn't about that, even though they feel really good. It is about the closeness. I felt that with you, Dave. " All this hugging and talking made an impact on my cock, and it was pressing against her pelvic area.
"Oh, how I could have that inside of me right now, but I am not doing that in this office." She said. That is about the 3rd or 4th time she has said that.
"We always have my house, or the Radisson (Which she mentioned about a year ago).
"I don't care, but we HAVE to be careful." She said.
I was going to have more sex with her...The next time I would be less careful, and more into it, rather than just it being the first time with her, not knowing what to expect. We finally stopped hugging, and she looked down at my slacks. She saw me with my hard cock.
"That big boy needs my wet pussy." She said. That is the dirtiest talk she has ever said to me.
"I cannot wait. I could drive home now, if you wanted." I knew that was impossible...I had work to do.
"We have to wait a few days, I am still sore down there, but it is better." She said. If she only knew how sore I wanted to make her down there!!!
"What is this hard big-boy stuff?" I asked her, trying to get her to say more about it.
"What? Uh, what do you think? Sheesh, I know you are hard as a rock down there...I am not used to that. Frank hasn't been that hard in years because of all of the different medications he is on, as well as him being nearly 60 years old." Remind me to start exercising this week, so I never have to be on those medications!!! "Besides, you have nothing to worry about down there." Finally...Another compliment from her. It sucks having such an inferiority complex. That comes from having a brother that was a star on the football team, yadda...yadda...yadda. I was the geek in the family, hence why I have my own computer shop.
"It is quite the compliment to hear you say that, Mrs. Sims. It really is." I told her.
"Good...I will know when to say it to you again." Oh, now we are talking. It sounds like she is wanting to have sex again...I hope it is sooner rather than later. "What all needs done today at work?"
"I have more industrial chassis coming in from China. I am wondering if I should start marketing that part of the company." I told her. "Is Frank enjoying having more work from me?"
"Um, about that...He isn't really doing it anymore. I hope this doesn't make you mad, but he has been paying one of our grandc***dren for it. He says his feet hurt so bad from the diabetes, and has to be up and moving for blood circulation." Hmm. Not sure what I think of that.
"Is he paying your grandc***d well to do it for him?" I asked.
"Yea. It is funny. He wants to come over 2 or 3 days per week and separate those screws and plates and stuff to make money. Frank gives him $6 per hour to do it. Frank gets half, and Jimmy, my *********** grandson, gets half. The funny thing is, Jimmy does it in half the time it took Frank."
"Nice...Frank was milking money out of me the whole time?" I was pissed now.
"No, I think it is that his eyesight is poor from his diabetes. I hope you aren't mad by me telling you this. I wasn't sure if I should have told you or not. Look at it this way, it is getting done quicker, saving you money."
" Well, I guess I have no right to say what he does with the money I am paying him." Remember, Mrs. Sims and I were standing very close to one another, just finishing hugging each other. "I am totally cool with it. And it makes your grandson happy. That is cool with me."
"Great! Thank you, Dave" She said, and she gave me another hug. She really was huggy with me that morning, which made me quite happy. "Everything you do is just so wonderful." And with that, she looked me in the eye, and started to kiss me. I wasn't prepared for it, but happily started kissing her back. Again, her smell, her touch, her kiss, her beauty...It all had an affect on my cock.
"Mrs. Sims...With you around, who needs Viagra!" I said to her, jokingly.
"Um, Dave, I think you are that way all the time, anyway."
"No, I can promise you, I am not. It is just a reaction to you. I promise you, it is YOU that does that to me. I hope you take it as a compliment, and not that I am just some horny dog that I am this way around you all the time."
"No, it is fine. I just wish that, well...I feel guilty, kind of, that you are that way."
"What? Okay, explain that statement."
"Look, remember, I told you Frank would want sex all the time he got it up. I feel like whenever you are that way, that I should have sex with you because you say it is me that causes you to be that way."
"I don't really follow you. I don't HAVE to have sex because of getting hard...Remember, guys are hard all night long when they sleep...Doesn't mean that they have to have sex in the morning." I told her.
"That is when Frank and I had most of our sex, was when he woke up with one." She replied.
"I hope to wake up to you one day, and do that with you." I said, hoping to see where this goes.
"Dave, there you go again...We MUST be careful. I mean that. I have to have this job, and if we get caught, I would have to quit." She was right. I was quite selfish of my desire for her... Man, did I want her... I wanted her all the time...So, yes, I guess I was a horny dog around her!
"I know, I know. I understand. But when you are ready again, you know where I work!" I said to her. Sorry, my humour is terrible. She knows it, and all of you know it!
"The problem is, I am so ready to. I don't want to feel so...So horny, but my God, you have brought out this a****l in me."
"I am sure it was there all the time." I said, recalling another conversation similar to this.
"Yea, 35 years ago. Even now, just talking about it...I feel like I am on a roller coaster in my stomach."
"Same here. Love will do that to you." Oops...I let that 4 letter word slip out.
"Don't start with the L work, David. That will only complicate things." She was acting mad now.
"Okay, I know, but, well, it is a similar feeling to what I feel for you."
"Fine...Just don't say it." I guess she made that crystal clear. At least she wasn't being wishy-washy like she has been so much in the past.
"Cool. That is what really caring for a very beautiful woman that is incredible will do to you. There, does that sound better?" I was being an ass, but I wanted to get my point across.
"I am not beautiful..I said that before."
"Quit it. Look in the mirror. You are."
"I am not arguing with you...I have work to do." With that, she walked away from me. I always seem to put my foot in my mouth with her...As well as with other women in my life. I guess that was my issue- being a bit immature around women.
The morning was otherwise non-eventful. As usual, I was starving around noon. I know, all I think about is food.
"Mrs. Sims, are you hungry yet? What did you bring?" I asked as I peeked into her office. I was surprised to see her asleep at her desk. I had thought the medicine she was taking was curing her of having no energy. I don't know how she could fall asleep with all of the stupid fluorescent lights we had on. I walked up to her. She was lying back in her chair, sleeping quite peacefully. I walked around her desk and was going to startle her, but I figured she would not find it to be a funny joke. I decided to stand behind her chair, and place my hands on her shoulders. She moved a little, but was quite asleep. I started to massage her shoulders, which woke her up.
"What are you... Oh, Dave. I am sorry, I fell asleep again. I am so sorry." She said, almost crying as she said it.
"Shhhhhhh. Go back to sleep. It is fine." I walked over to the light switch and turned it off. It didn't help too much because her door was open, though it did darken the room a bit. I walked back to her chair. "Here, let me rub your shoulders so you can get back to sleep. It is lunchtime..."
"No, Dave, I am sorry. I just didn't sleep well at all this weekend. I wondered about you."
"About me? I was the one who couldn't sleep because of you." As I said that, I placed my hands on her shoulders, and started to gently caress them.
"I actually wondered if you would call up Frank and tell him." She said to me.
"Why in the world would you think that?" That was puzzling of her to ask me.
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Dave, about 20 years ago Frank and I were on a bowling league together, and there was this guy on our league that liked me. He did everything he could to break Frank and I up. He thought I would be with him if he could break up Frank and I. I never did anything with him, just some silly flirting at the bowling alley. He took it the wrong way. I finally had to get a restraining order. Frank said he trusted me. I was never sure if he really did. The guy quit the league, and we never heard from him again."
"First off, I want just the opposite. I don't want you and Frank to split up. Sure I want you as much as any man wants any woman, but I also want you to be as happy with Frank as possible. That will make you stay here and be my wonderful employee. Secondly, if you are tired, go to sleep. I don't want you to be stressed out because of me. Understand?"
"Yes, but, can I trust you won't be like that?"
Mrs. Sims, I have no desire to go talk to Frank and try to do that. That is not like me. I just want you to be happy." I was being honest. It is what worked up to now, why wouldn't it keep working? "Close your eyes and relax...Let me rub your shoulders, okay?"
"Do you mind if I rest more?"
"No, I am telling you to. As your boss, I am telling you to sleep!" We both giggled after that, because I have never talked to her like we are in a boss-employee relationship. I don't know that I could ever talk to someone like that!
I started massaging her shoulders. She had a red cotton collar golf shirt on. It was probably a size medium. It was kind of big on her. Standing over her, I could see a slight amount of cleavage, as she had only one of the four buttons buttoned-up. I enjoyed looking down her shirt as her eyes were closed as I massaged her shoulders. As I rubbed more, her head relaxed more into her leather chair. It wasn't real high, her head rested on the top of it, which acted like a pillow. I could easily massage the front and back of her shoulders, as well as the top of them. I was very easy with my touch. She was tired, and I decided to be gentle, unlike if she asked for an actual massage, where I would push into her tissue. As I massaged her, I noticed if I went from back to front, it would push out her shirt, and show more of her cleavage. I stared at it while I rubbed her shoulders.
"Looking down my shirt?" SHIT! She caught me.
"A little bit. You are supposed to be sleeping. Close your eyes, and you won't see me looking down." That was rather brazen of me to say to her, but I was just being honest.
"It feels really good. I don't know if it is making me tired, or making me want you to touch me elsewhere. That is what I feared, is that if you put your big strong hands on me, I will crave them to touch me all over." That compliment went a long way with my ego. I loved her compliments.
"I can stop if you want, so you can rest. Here, let me shut your door." Before she could say anything, I walked away and shut her door. I went over to the fridge and pulled out what she brought for lunch. Homemade lasagna, yummy! If I had been married to a woman that cooked like this, I would probably weigh over 300 pounds myself! I noticed she also brought a large bowl of salad. I hurried through eating and went back to doing some quotes on my computer. 30 minutes went by, and she was still in her office with the door shut. It was about 12:45pm now. I walked into her office, and she actually put her head down on her desk with her arms crossed under her head. She was asleep. I walked up to her, and started gently rubbing her back, which made her jump and wake up again.
"What time is it?" She said quickly.
"Lunchtime." I said, which was a half-truth, I suppose. She put her head back down, and I started caressing her back and shoulders again. Her brownish-red hair had become rather messy with her head on her arms for a bit. She was still so pretty to me. I had noticed that she did not have any perfume or lotion on. As I rubbed her back, I could see her breasts pointing down to the floor in her shirt. She was sitting in her chair, face down on her arms. I noticed the very bottom of the back of her shirt had come out of her pants, and there was bare skin showing. I rubbed her back, and lowered my hand to rub the bare skin. It made her go "mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" as I touched her skin. I gently slid my hand under her shirt to rub more of her lower back near her k**ney area. I slowly followed her spinal cord with one finger, then went back to rubbing. She was obviously enjoying it, and I enjoyed doing it to her. I pulled my hand up with my hand under her shirt which caused more of her shirt to become not tucked in at all. I could see much more bare skin of her back. To get comfortable, I went down on one knee, and slid my hand through the opening of the arm of her chair, rubbing her lower back. She gave another "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" as I caressed her soft skin. She was so perfect to me. I think I really was in love with her, not just lust. I would do anything for her.
I lifted up her shirt more, so it was halfway up her ribcage, but not exposing her bra. I stood back up, and used both of my hands to massage both sides of her back and sides of her ribcage. My cock could not be any harder doing this. If she would have opened her eyes, she would have seen my big bulge in my pants no more than a foot away from her face.
"You are making me sleepy, you know that." She said, which came out quite muffled with her mouth in her arms.
"That is the point. I hope you are enjoying this." I replied.
"Yea, maybe too much. It is making me want you, and it is making me sleepy."
"Then you can fall asleep and have nice dreams about me." I said with my usual lousy humor.
"It makes me wet between my legs. You have so much control over me. My body responds to you so well." It was still muffled. She was talking like she was either very, very tired, or a little groggy from medicine.
"Now you now how I feel. This is what I was saying to you earlier how it is you that makes me so hard. It isn't just the wind blowing causing it."
"My pussy aches. Not from last week, but it aches to have you in it." She was basically talking is slow motion because she was so tired. I decided to get back on one knee again, and rub her back with my left arm. (I was standing to the right of her.) I gently, slowly slid my right hand between her legs. She had soft dress pants on, somewhat thin. So, I was rubbing her spinal area with my left hand, and her crotch area with my right hand.
"That won't make me sleep, you know." As she said that, I saw one of her eyes open up.
"You said you ached down there. I wanted to get rid of the ache."
"That doesn't necessarily get rid of the ache. Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn't." There she goes, confusing me again.
I kept up the rubbing for what seemed to be about 10 to 15 minutes. The occasional "mmmmmmm" would gently come out of her mouth. She also slightly opened up her legs as I rubbed her. I pressed a little harder with my right hand against her crotch. I could feel it was so hot! In one quick movement, I slid my hand up her pants to her zipper, and slid it down and I slid my hand inside. There wasn't much room for my hand the way she was sitting. This caused her to lift up, and sit upright in her chair, opening her eyes. I stood up and bent over to put my hand back into her pants. She looked about straight ahead, and saw the bulge in my pants. She placed her hand on it, which made me moan. When she did that, I pressed quite hard into her panties, and felt they were so soaking wet. I pressed my finger hard into her pussy, with her panties in the way.
"You are so fucking beautiful Mrs. Sims. So pretty. You have such beautiful eyes and beautiful...."
That was too much for her and she started cumming immediately, with next to no warning to me. It is like her body lost control and dove into a hard orgasm.
"Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh, Ohhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" She said as her body was shaking. "I really wasn't expecting that to happen today." She said.
"I hope you enjoyed it. I love that. I love giving my beautiful Mrs. Sims the most wonderful orgasms." I said to her. I stood upright to go, and let her sleep, but she still had her hand on my crotch, she was gripping it very tightly. She looked up at me, eye to eye. Her eyes were so pretty. But they were different now. They had desire in them. She reached over with her second hand, and went to unzip my zipper. Rather than talking, I decided not to say anything, and just let her be in control. I did decide to help her, and loosened my belt, and undid my button of my pants. I gently pulled my pants down, exposing my goofy underwear.
"Spongebob? Really, Dave, Spongebob?" She said.
"The were on clearance. I don't care what they say when they are cheap." That made both of us giggle. She looked back down at my underwear, and took her fingers on both sets of her hands, and slid down into my underwear, and pulled down. My cock sprang straight out at her, pointing right at her face. She used her right hand, and placed it on my buttocks, and pulled me towards, her, and in one motion, opened her mouth for my cock to go into. This time, it was totally different. Her mouth went farther up my big cock.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm" She said. The vibration of it made it feel so fucking good! She also bobbed her head, making my cock almost come completely out of her mouth, then she would slide it back into her mouth, about halfway in. I was in total heaven! She never changed her rhythm. It was a perfect blowjob.
"Oh, Mrs. Sims. Oh my God, Mrs. Sims. You are so good at this. Ohhhhhhhhh" She was making me so close after only a couple of minutes. I was trying to think of puppies, or grass, or something to get me to not think of what she was doing, so it would make it last longer. Nothing worked. I was so into it, I did not last very long.
"Mrs. Sims, I'm about to...I'm about to cum. Oh, Godddddddddddddddddddd!" I started squirting so hard into her mouth. She continued this wonderful blowjob just as it started, with her head bobbing. I could hear her slightly gag and struggle with swallowing it. I am sure it was shooting the back of her throat so hard! After about 30 or 40 seconds after I started cumming, she stopped bobbing on my cock.
"Oh, God, Mrs. Sims. My God, that was so good. You...You..." I started to giggle. "You are incredible!"
"Dave, I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate all you do for me. Besides, I like to do that. I have always liked to do that. Your cum...It tastes sweet."
"I would now know much about that, maybe drinking orange or g****fruit juice does that?" I wasn't sure how it was sweet, but my, oh my, did that feel great!
"You sure shot into my mouth. I didn't think I could keep up with it! Your big balls are obviously quite full!" She said, smiling to me as she said it.
"Only for you, Mrs. Sims. Only for you." I smiled back at her. My cock was still sticking out, pointing at her face. She looked over at it, and gave it a kiss. That made it twitch.
"Your cock is beautiful." She said. I didn't really know how to respond to that.
"Well, I guess it fits, going into such a beautiful woman." I replied, and with that, I bent down and gave her a big kiss, and we kissed for a few minutes, and I could taste my cum on her lips and in her mouth.
"You kissed me." She said.
"Yea, so...."
"Never, ever has Frank ever kissed me after I did that to him." Wow, what a jerk he was to her, obviously!
"What? Why would that bother me?" I said. Heck, she just gave me an incredible blowjob. What is the problem with a little kiss afterwards?
"Dave, you are so perfect. I mean that. Oh, and by the way, my pussy does still ache."
"Mrs. Sims, what can I do for you?" I was replying to her saying her pussy still ached. I was still bent over, so I kissed her again. My pants were down at my ankles, and I was kissing her. I cannot believe I finally got such a blowjob from her. In fact, it was one of the best I have ever received in my life. I could not believe she swallowed! I always thought of that as something that younger women would do, not an older generation of women doing it. Boy, was I wrong. I continued kissing her. She reached to grab my cock, which was softening.
"I will not make love to you in the office. I don't know what came over me to do what I just did, however, I have always loved to give head." Wow! She even has started talking dirtier to me know! "David, Your hard cock felt wonderful in my mouth. I was hoping you would just let me do that to you. You mention all these times that you like to give pleasure, well I am the same way. I know, however, that you appreciate it, and you don't take it for granted."
"Mrs. Sims, is that what Frank does, you think he takes it for granted?"
"After all of these years of marriage, he says I owe it to him. That makes me not want to do it. By the way, Dave, I am fine with you calling me Carol." I always called her Mrs. Sims because of her being so much older, and she was my employee. I feel if I start calling her Carol, I will really fall for her, more than I already have.
"Is that because he does not return the favor, that is why you don't want to do it?" I asked her, prying into her personal life.
"No, not really. It is the attitude. I want to do what I want when I want, not because I am told to do it." Well, she is certainly a woman who stands up for herself!
"I see. I will not act like Frank, and ever make you feel that I "Deserve" anything like your love. I will keep trying to earn it." I said to her.
"First, quit saying that word. Second, maybe you should pull your pants up now." Oops, I was so into the conversation that I just stood there with my junk out, though she was holding it. I reached down and pulled up my pants and she zipped up her zipper. I bent over after I put my pants on to kiss her again.
"I LOVE kissing you, Carol. Your lips are incredibly soft. I could kiss you all day."
"Be careful what you wish for, Dave." She replied.
Just as we were looking at each other, I heard the buzz of the front door...A customer. Mrs. Sims and I giggled at each other while I went out of her office to go help the customer. As I walked away, I reminded her to eat some of her awesome lasagna! There were actually two customers, they were from a business, and needed to know about the services I offered, pricing, billing, and so on. They were there for quite a while, as it seemed. After about 10 or 15 minutes, Mrs. Sims came up to the front to assist, which she really didn't need to. As she walked past me, I felt her hand brush against my ass. I know my eyes got as big as saucers, but I don't think the customers saw it. Mrs. Sims was really starting to get quite frisky! She also started to take over with part of the conversation with the customers. She was so darn good with her customer service skills. After a bit longer, we printed off some paperwork for the potential customer to review to decide if they wanted to have a time and materials contract with us.
"I felt that." I said to her in a growling tone of voice.
"Felt what?" Carol said, quite innocently.
"You know exactly what I felt." I said, again growling.
"Oops, I guess I had no control over my hand when I walked past you." She said.
"You are going to think no control of hands when I get ahold of you." I said to her.
"Promises, promises." This is totally a new Mrs. Sims.
"Can I ask you a silly question?" I said to her. "Were you this frisky with Frank when you were younger?" I asked that, not thinking of just leaving a good thing alone.
"Dave, remember, I had k**s at an early age. I never really had much of an opportunity to really have fun. Were there times I had fun, sure, but I feel so much more free with you."
"Thank you." I said that to her. "That is a nice compliment. I love your compliments...They give me a big head." I said to her.
"I felt your big head earlier today." Her reply was sexual in nature.
"That isn't what I was talking about." I growled to her again.
"I know..I am just having a little fun with you. You are so easy to have fun with."
Oh, I wish I had nothing to do but fuck her all day...Unfortunately, when you a small business owner, you are swamped with all kinds of things that larger companies have multiple employees for. It seems I am constantly going to the bank for getting paperwork notarized, or I am getting telemarketing phone calls, or whatever. All I know is that keeping busy keeps me sane, and keeps me from just jumping on Mrs. Sims at work. I really do wish I could just type and type that it is non-stop sex with her, but it isn't. As much as Mrs. Sims is opening up, we still work a normal workday (She still only works 8-4, as she always works through lunch, and I work about 10 or 11 hours a day), I still am out of the office about 40 to 50% of the time (I almost wish it were much more, that is how I make my big money), and I stress over paying the bills as much as ever. I have tried to just let Mrs. Sims take over all finances, but I am a control freak, and look at nearly every penny coming in, and every penny going out. Mrs. Sims sees that we only have about 2 months of income in the bank, if the economy dried up, I would really be in trouble...Otherwise, a pretty typical small business. That is why I choose to work so much, I feel as if I am working for free to help out Daveco Technical Services when I work myself silly. I still have not ever had a vacation, something that my family members yell at me to do.
Mrs. Sims seems more energetic as she has been on her hormone medicine for awhile now...I think everything is in balance now. I also know for a fact that the medicine has made her funnier and, well, hornier! She even makes little comments more often. It makes me wonder how her home life is. Speaking of her home life, her birthday is coming up. I am so not sure what to get her. What do you get your employee who you are sexual with? For that matter, do I get her anything at all, or will Frank have an issue with it?
I do know one thing. I miss her like crazy on the weekends. I work a bunch, and spend my time going to the gym to try to look better for her. I know, I know, she has told me multiple times that it doesn't matter to her. I still want to impress her in every way I can. I also really, really need to make love to her again. It is funny...I have COMPLETELY stopped jerking off now that I know I have a chance to have sex with her. I realize I can cum more, and if that doesn't impress her, at least it makes it feel better the harder I shoot cum for her. Funny how guys think. Then again, I only had Katie to thank for that, because she seemed to be always talking about it. However, now that I think about it, Mrs. Sims has mentioned it the two times I have cum for her...She did say something about how it went into her throat. Maybe it is a good idea not to jerk off while she and I are sexual...We shall see!