I was recently divorced, living in a rental house after moving to a new town for a new job and a fresh start. The company I worked for just hired a part time girl, half my age. She was a pretty little grad student from the local university. Our HR director walked her around the building introducing her to people in our department.
When they got to my cube I greeted her with enthusiasm, shook her hand warmly. The HR director, the pretty little new girl and I chatted for a moment before they moved on.
She had messy blonde hair, a cute face, a broad little nose and big eyes. No makeup. Outdoorsy and earthy. Low key, intrinsically pretty. She dressed frumpy. Her neutral, business casual outfit made it impossible to see what kind of body she had. A latent appeal emanated from her.
Weeks went by, I crossed paths with her a few times and found her increasingly attractive. An event outside of work related to our industry came up that I wanted to participate in, but didn't have my own car since I was new in town. I asked her if she'd join me and drive us. She had the default car for a grad student, an old, used Honda. We went, had a nice time, and stopped at a Mexican restaurant on the way back at my invitation. She was a pleasure to chat with.
She invited me to a meal with friends from her graduate program and I got the message that, despite our age difference, she was interested in being social.
We went to the gathering, had a nice evening, she brought me back to "show me her apartment", which was a pretty dreadful little shoebox of a place typical of student housing.
We kissed. It was nice. I held her shoulders as I kissed her, gently and reverently. I held her at just far enough from me that her body did not come in contact with mine, sending a message that I found her attractive and appealing, but was respectful of any boundaries that may exist. I wanted to make it clear that I was fine with just an affectionate friendship outside of work. You know the saying, "Never fish off the company pier".
She was a magnificent kisser though, and that sent a different message. Gentle, slow and delicate. At first our lips barely grazed, then they began to move together, and the press of our mouths against each other became more determined. Our tongues gently flicked each other. Our teeth even briefly clinked. It was incredibly intense. Incredibly intimate. That first kiss, if that's what it was and there were going to be more, was very, very good. We ended the night. As she dropped me off in my driveway I had a painful erection. She gave me a quick peck as I got out of her car in the driveway.
After she backed out of my driveway, I went inside, immediately upstairs, found her on Facebook, scrolled through her photos. I was hoping for at least a swimsuit photo. The only thing I found was one of her with a group of friends, her seated in the front, wearing a long skirt with her legs crossed. I masturbated to the photo of her, producing a thick, satisfying load.
She stopped by my house the next weekend. We shared an interest in books and she had brought me a new book, a very nice gesture on a grad student's income. We spent the afternoon sitting on my back porch reading quietly together and it was very pleasant. She was a gentle, dignified, intelligent and demur young lady with a rustic, hometown prettiness.
The next day she picked me up and took me to a community garden she helped tend that grew vegetables for a local food bank. We spent the afternoon weeding and keeping the gardens clean. Another pleasant afternoon.
Later on, another casual dinner date. She wasn't dressed fancy, but she had on jeans and a simple top. By now I had noticed she had a very nice figure under her modest clothes. Not porn-star nice, but girlish and pretty. Wide hips, attractive breasts, a trim waist, average length legs. The rural, girl next door.
We ended the evening in her apartment. She settled in a chair and I bent over her to kiss her. This kiss was very different. Very indulgent and longing. She gently placed her hand on the back of my head to hold my face to hers. Arched her back, pushing her breasts out. She wanted more. This trip back to her apartment, the lack of anything else to do there, the lack of talkativeness even for her, and now these gestures of longing and... permission.
I felt her tits through her shirt, cupped one. Then I awkwardly tugged her top over her head. She wore a simple, non-descript skin-tone smooth cup bra. Maybe C cup. The bra was frumpy but it looked good on her nice figure.
