I hadn't seen Sasha in close to six months so I was surprised to receive a text from her asking to get together at a local bar after work one night in February. I was purposely twenty minutes late because a) she is notoriously late and b) I wanted to walk in and see her waiting for me. She did not disappoint. She looked absolutely incredible seated on a bar stool. Sasha is of Asian and Portuguese descent and just simply gorgeous, dark complexion, high cheekbones and vaguely Asian features along with long straight shiny black hair that she could shake, flip or otherwise move to melt my heart. The thing that I most loved about her was her easy, almost childlike exuberance. That night she wore a tight, long sleeved black knit dress that ended well above her knees, black patterned stockings and tight light brown suede boots that ended just above her knees. She almost always wore tight clothing. As is her norm, there was the smoldering eye makeup and the glossy lips. Again, as is her norm, she wore no jewelry. And I knew that once I got close to her, there would be the intoxicating scent that she always wore. I paused in the doorway just to admire her until she caught my eye.
At 54 years of age, I am twenty five years older than she is. Further I am married and she is not although she always seems to have a boyfriend or two who are of questionable character. While she has never specifically admitted it to me, I always suspected that she has had a few girlfriends over the years who were more than BFF's. Sasha has the ability to cultivate relationships both personal and business with virtually anyone of any age, gender, race, ethnicity or social standing. She is one of those girls that everyone who meets her is drawn to. Further she is perpetually broke, usually impossible to get a commitment from and likely the most irresponsible person I have ever met. But all this only adds to her charm.
I was working in a corporate position when I interviewed Sasha for an entry level job. At 24, she was two years out of a good college but had not had any relevant work experience, just waitressing, bartending and retail. Normally, I would not have given someone with her background a glance let alone an interview but her resume and cover letter were extremely well written and somehow extremely feminine so I asked the HR staff to bring her in. Perhaps part of my motivation was just to be an older man leering at a younger woman. She just blew me away in the interview with her carefully researched knowledge of the company, the company's business and competitors and her computer skills. And yes, she was very easy on the eye. And yes, her personality might have won me over. Over the four years that she worked for me, I found that she had an incredible work ethic, terrific attention to detail, really good figure aptitude, almost photographic memory and great organizational skills all of which were in sharp contrast to her personal life. She also became exceptionally loyal to me. Always polite, I knew that she appreciated both the initial opportunity and the mentoring that I provided. Occasionally when working late we casually flirted but I think we both realized that we had to keep the relationship on a professional level. The only flaws that I noted were the occasional emotional meltdowns related to her personal life and the constant lack of funds despite the handsome salary and bonuses that I managed to get for her.
I eventually decided on a career change and left my position and Sasha behind. We stayed in touch via text, email and very occasional phone calls for a year. I also saw her several times at gatherings of former colleagues. At these gatherings we always were drawn to each other and flirted more than we ever did as boss and employee. I found that I missed her more and more and I suspected that she did too. We had established a bond along with a mutual respect that would never go away.
After I had had a few drinks one night when my wife was away, I impulsively called her without texting first, a violation of protocol with Sasha's generation. Surprisingly she picked up and then surprisingly ignored my somewhat inebriated state. After some catching up, I proposed a weekend trip to Cape Cod with the provision that I would get a room with two double beds. I mumbled something about not wanting to get involved hoping that she would perhaps naively think that I wasn't looking for sex. She clearly was taken aback but after moment, said she didn't have the money. After I assured her that I would pick up the tab for everything, she somewhat unenthusiastically agreed to go in a month's time. Given her unreliability, I almost wrote off the possibility of her going as just being her usual polite self and not wanting to say no to a drunk.
I didn't hear from Sasha for two weeks so I emailed her details of where I wanted to stay expecting a sorry, but I can't go response. What I received back was a detailed list of what she wanted to do, several restaurants that she thought were promising, the beaches that she wanted to go to, and the wonderful theater and play that she wanted to attend. Again, she had meticulously researched the Cape as she had done the company when I first hired her. I immediately made reservations for both the motel and the theatre and then masturbated thinking of her.
Sasha's text messages became more numerous as we got closer to the day we would leave. She clearly was as excited about going as I was. We agreed to drive up on Friday morning and leave Sunday afternoon. I arranged a plausible explanation for my absence with my wife. While Susan had met Sasha many times over the years and adored her as everyone else did, she did not suspect that I had a crush or worse on her.
The weather forecast for that early September weekend was sunny with temperatures in the low 80's with a chance of thunderstorms, just a great beach weekend. I picked up Sasha at the apartment that she shared with her roommates at 10:00 and we began the three hour drive to the outer Cape. Over the years that I have known her, Sasha always dressed impeccably in business or social situations. I always suspected that most of her money went to clothing. I was somewhat surprised to see her dressed in a simple tank top, shorts, cheap flip flops with her hair tied back in a pony tail. She wore no make up that I could discern. Regardless, she looked terrific and could have passed for a college student despite being in her late twenties. Perhaps that childlike exuberance that so attracted me was even more in evidence. We had some wonderful conversations on the drive about music and sports among other things. I had had some nagging doubts about the weekend becoming a disaster with me being unable to relate to someone as young as she was but those worries quickly were dispelled. I had decided that I absolutely would not hit on Sasha. I would simply play the paternalistic role unless it was very clear that Sasha wanted something more.
We arrived at the motel and found it to be more than satisfactory. Rather than having the promised two double beds, it had two queen size beds. We both quickly unpacked and headed for the ocean side beach after a quick stop for beer. Sasha loved the wide open beach and the surf. We both alternated between reading and swimming and I tried not to stare at her incredible body barely covered in a white bikini. We stayed a few hours until hunger got the best of us. Back at the motel, I showered first and changed and waited for Sasha to do the same. She dressed in the same clothes that she had worn on the drive up which were appropriate for the casual restaurant that she had chosen. Dinner was a delight as Sasha had raw oysters for the first time. I just loved being with her as she discovered new things. After dinner we enjoyed a sunset and returned to the motel. We were both tired and spent the evening watching television and enjoying each others company each on separate beds. Bed time eventually arrived and I simply stripped down to my under wear and got under the covers. Sasha disappeared into the bathroom for a minute and returned in a long t-shirt. What followed was weird. Despite being tired, I was not able to sleep nor could Sasha. There was a definite tension in the room. After what must have been an hour, Sasha softly asked if I was sleeping. When I replied that I wasn't, she got up and crawled into my bed. She snuggled up next to me and told me how much I had meant to her over the years and how much she loved me. There was somehow nothing remotely sexual between us but the tension we both had been feeling dissipated. We quickly fell asleep tangled in each others arms.
We both slept late and after breakfast, hit the beach again. This time Sasha wore an even smaller white thong bikini that provided minimal coverage of her small breasts. As a boss, I never could comment on how an employee looked and I had continued that practice after I was no longer her boss. Now, I just had to say wow and I may have drooled. She simply responded by giggling. We both read and swam and enjoyed the warmth of the sun as we had the prior day. In the afternoon, Sasha asked if I thought anyone would mind if she took a walk away from the other beachgoers and smoked some weed. When I replied that I thought that it would be okay, she asked me to join her. It had been a long time since I had smoked and back in the day, I remember getting easily getting out of control and generally acting stupid. These days, I pride myself in always being in control. I cautioned Sasha that I might say something inappropriate if I got stoned. She giggled and said the she hoped that I would. She then shocked me by asking if I thought that it would be safe for her to go topless once we walked far enough away from the other people. I replied that I was concerned about sunburn on her presumably white tits. Her response was to pour sunscreen in both hands and massage her boobs under the bikini top. She clearly spent more time than necessary doing so. Needless to say, several nearby people got quite a view. Once done, she pulled a pot pipe, lighter and a small bag of weed from her bag and deftly tucked all into the pocket of my swim suit.
On the outer cape, the ocean side beach runs for forty miles. There are periodic access points but you can get away from the crowds if you are willing to walk. After walking a while and gabbing as we had become accustomed to doing, Sasha somehow reached into my pocket for the pipe and weed and motioned that we should sit down. We continued to gab as she filled the pipe, lit it and drew in deeply. She took several hits and passed it to me. Being unaccustomed to smoking I repeatedly gagged but soon started feeling wonderful. We both got incredibly giggly. Eventually, she reached behind her back and untied her top and asked what I thought. My immediate reaction in my stoned state was to try to clumsily touch her small breasts with the very erect nipples. She immediately took fake offense at my gesture and raced towards the water with me in hot pursuit. We swam in the surf for a good hour with just an occasional accidental touch. Periodically someone would walk by and it became a game for Sasha to stay underwater or face away from the beach until they passed although her tiny top was in pain view on the beach.
The sky started to darken in the west and we heard a few claps of thunder so we reluctantly dragged ourselves from the water. After grabbing the pot and her top, we started walking back towards where we had left the rest of our stuff with Sasha still topless. We walked silently now and Sasha no longer cared if someone saw her. The dark clouds soon became a wicked thunderstorm and we both starting running with Sasha's small firm boobs barely moving. We quickly packed our stuff and ran up the stairs leading to the changing rooms and parking lot after both putting on a t-shirt. After getting into dry clothing the rain suddenly stopped and we realized that neither of us had eaten since breakfast.
There was a great barbecue joint a short drive from the beach. Given our famished state, it was a wonderful choice. Sasha is one of those people who doesn't consistently exercise but always has a big appetite but somehow maintains a small but not tiny waist line. Still a little stoned, we quickly put away a dozen raw oysters between the two of us before moving on to a main course.
