She's New, and From Argentina
2 weeks ago, I was introduced to a new person hired where I work. She's in sales, and a lovely creature. For her tender years of 25, she's well-educated and well-traveled. I'm quite gregarious and welcoming, so have made it a point to connect with her as often as I can. Her English is quite good, as she has attended secondary school and college in strong English-speaking countries.
She so very lovely - not just in the physical sense, but lovely inside, as well. As to her looks, she has stunning auburn hair, very dark eyes, and a voluptuous shape. Not fat, by any means, but appealingly buxom. Her skirts are tight knit, and she wears tights most of the time. Her blouses, so far, are V-neck. The bras she wears accent and amplify her cleavage masterfully. It's difficult to look at her cleavage, for I miss her eyes. Conversely, though eye contact is important, I'm a "tit man," so don't wish to miss the gazes I give to her chest.
At any rate, since she lives alone, I let her know it would be my pleasure to connect with her outside of work, if she'd like to see and hear more of the city. She gave the typical "Thank you - I'll keep it in mind!" Well, this past Monday, she came to me and said, "Were you serious when you offered to join me in the evening?" I nodded, smiled, and said "In spite of our age spread, I would be honored to e***** you about town!" She smiled, and looked into my eyes unlike she'd done thus far. Not wanting to read much into it, I let it go.
We arranged to have early dinner (happy hour is a big deal in our city), then see what happened. I took her to a fantastic Italian place - great ambiance, superb food menu, and exquisite wine list. We went from one course to another, eating and talking. It didn't take long for her to get loosened up, and she talked less small talk, and more about her reality.
I should mention she'd changed her clothing between end of work day, and when I picked her up at her apartment. Still into the tight knit skirt thing, she sported an excellent espresso-colored silk blouse - with 2 buttons unbuttoned. The color of the blouse matched her eyes - very classy dresser. The long V in the bodice of the blouse was showing more of what my eyes had sampled at the job. I discovered her bra size is quite generous, as she would lean forward and rest her tits on the table while emphasizing a point of conversation.
We drank wine with each course, and I admit to becoming a bit hazy - I'm not a drinker. I backed off, and began to drink water between sips of wine. She was not following my lead, and was truly enjoying the wine. Her tongue was getting very loose. She stopped talking for a moment, then leaned forward again and said "You KNOW, I was really glad you were pleasant more than you needed to be. I have a secret - during my teens, my dad came onto me - and I didn't stop him!"
A bit taken aback, I asked, "I'm happy to hear about you, but why are you telling me this?" She sat up, seemingly embarrassed, and said, "Was it wrong?" I reached out and took her hand. Patting the somewhat bony flesh, I leaned forward - and whispered "You can tell me anything." She said, "Ohhh, thank you, sir! I want to tell you that - each time you've approached me at work, visions of my dad and me popped into my mind! I found myself embarrassed, and would go to the ladies room. I discovered I was getting wet between my legs!"
I stopped her right then and there, as I rarely (but sometimes), indulge with work mates. I asked her again, "We barely know each other. Why are you saying all these things?" She said, "I have to tell you something else! When I went to the ladies room, and found my panties were wet, I pictured you in my mind, and began to fondle myself!"
I stopped her again, and said, "We need to take this conversation outside the restaurant. It wouldn't do to have people overhear us! Let's leave!" I called for the check, and we left. Once in my car, I sat and stared into her eyes. I said, "Why is this happening? Is it the wine?" She responded immediately, "Oh, that's part of it - but only to make it easier to tell you what I'm thinking and feeling! While you don't look like my father, you act kindly to me like he does, and you're not just staring at my tits and ass like everyone else at work!"
With that, it was apparent we were going to bed. Not at all what I planned - or intended - I said "Let me take you home!" She said, "Alright. Thank you for being so nice. By now, with what I've said, any other guy would have ripped off my clothes!" I leaned over, kissed her on the forehead, and said "You've been with the wrong guys!" I drove her home quickly - hoping she'd start to pull it together and cease the conversation about her dad.
We got to her apartment - quite a nice place. She offered me a drink, and I said "No more alcohol for either of us tonight. We've had quite enough! Water is what we need!" She pouted, but wasn't serious. I went to her kitchen and drew water from her refrigerator door. As I finished the 2nd glass, I sensed her behind me. When I turned, part of the water splattered on her blouse. The fabric clung to her flesh immediately.
"OK. Do I stay, or go?" She didn't hesitate, and said "I have daddy issues, for sure. I wanted you here - I dressed like I did - because I think you'd be a great daddy for me. Will you be my daddy here?" I said nothing, but reached up and pulled her bangs away from her eyes. I leaned to her ear, and said, "Yes, my lovely c***d!"
She so very lovely - not just in the physical sense, but lovely inside, as well. As to her looks, she has stunning auburn hair, very dark eyes, and a voluptuous shape. Not fat, by any means, but appealingly buxom. Her skirts are tight knit, and she wears tights most of the time. Her blouses, so far, are V-neck. The bras she wears accent and amplify her cleavage masterfully. It's difficult to look at her cleavage, for I miss her eyes. Conversely, though eye contact is important, I'm a "tit man," so don't wish to miss the gazes I give to her chest.
At any rate, since she lives alone, I let her know it would be my pleasure to connect with her outside of work, if she'd like to see and hear more of the city. She gave the typical "Thank you - I'll keep it in mind!" Well, this past Monday, she came to me and said, "Were you serious when you offered to join me in the evening?" I nodded, smiled, and said "In spite of our age spread, I would be honored to e***** you about town!" She smiled, and looked into my eyes unlike she'd done thus far. Not wanting to read much into it, I let it go.
We arranged to have early dinner (happy hour is a big deal in our city), then see what happened. I took her to a fantastic Italian place - great ambiance, superb food menu, and exquisite wine list. We went from one course to another, eating and talking. It didn't take long for her to get loosened up, and she talked less small talk, and more about her reality.
I should mention she'd changed her clothing between end of work day, and when I picked her up at her apartment. Still into the tight knit skirt thing, she sported an excellent espresso-colored silk blouse - with 2 buttons unbuttoned. The color of the blouse matched her eyes - very classy dresser. The long V in the bodice of the blouse was showing more of what my eyes had sampled at the job. I discovered her bra size is quite generous, as she would lean forward and rest her tits on the table while emphasizing a point of conversation.
We drank wine with each course, and I admit to becoming a bit hazy - I'm not a drinker. I backed off, and began to drink water between sips of wine. She was not following my lead, and was truly enjoying the wine. Her tongue was getting very loose. She stopped talking for a moment, then leaned forward again and said "You KNOW, I was really glad you were pleasant more than you needed to be. I have a secret - during my teens, my dad came onto me - and I didn't stop him!"
A bit taken aback, I asked, "I'm happy to hear about you, but why are you telling me this?" She sat up, seemingly embarrassed, and said, "Was it wrong?" I reached out and took her hand. Patting the somewhat bony flesh, I leaned forward - and whispered "You can tell me anything." She said, "Ohhh, thank you, sir! I want to tell you that - each time you've approached me at work, visions of my dad and me popped into my mind! I found myself embarrassed, and would go to the ladies room. I discovered I was getting wet between my legs!"
I stopped her right then and there, as I rarely (but sometimes), indulge with work mates. I asked her again, "We barely know each other. Why are you saying all these things?" She said, "I have to tell you something else! When I went to the ladies room, and found my panties were wet, I pictured you in my mind, and began to fondle myself!"
I stopped her again, and said, "We need to take this conversation outside the restaurant. It wouldn't do to have people overhear us! Let's leave!" I called for the check, and we left. Once in my car, I sat and stared into her eyes. I said, "Why is this happening? Is it the wine?" She responded immediately, "Oh, that's part of it - but only to make it easier to tell you what I'm thinking and feeling! While you don't look like my father, you act kindly to me like he does, and you're not just staring at my tits and ass like everyone else at work!"
With that, it was apparent we were going to bed. Not at all what I planned - or intended - I said "Let me take you home!" She said, "Alright. Thank you for being so nice. By now, with what I've said, any other guy would have ripped off my clothes!" I leaned over, kissed her on the forehead, and said "You've been with the wrong guys!" I drove her home quickly - hoping she'd start to pull it together and cease the conversation about her dad.
We got to her apartment - quite a nice place. She offered me a drink, and I said "No more alcohol for either of us tonight. We've had quite enough! Water is what we need!" She pouted, but wasn't serious. I went to her kitchen and drew water from her refrigerator door. As I finished the 2nd glass, I sensed her behind me. When I turned, part of the water splattered on her blouse. The fabric clung to her flesh immediately.
"OK. Do I stay, or go?" She didn't hesitate, and said "I have daddy issues, for sure. I wanted you here - I dressed like I did - because I think you'd be a great daddy for me. Will you be my daddy here?" I said nothing, but reached up and pulled her bangs away from her eyes. I leaned to her ear, and said, "Yes, my lovely c***d!"
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