She was my mentee. I was her mentor. I showed her the ropes and this young woman, 20 years my junior, was asking for my help on another level. She needed things done at her apartment that a man needed to do. So, I had moved the furniture, killed the spider in the cupboard and was getting a meal as my reward.
"Sit here in the living room, we'll watch TV as we eat pizza," Lynn said. The brunette came up to my shoulders and was a very curvy package. She had an hourglass figure, was blessed in the chest and had a pouty mouth. She wore skintight jeans and a pullover shirt for the work around the apartment day. Watching her get the food together on the coffee table was a treat. "I want to watch one of my favorites."
"Chocolate?" I asked, misreading the title.
"Chocolat," she corrected me, using a cute as could be French accent.
We munched and watched. Who knew that Johnny Depp was ever that young? As we watched, Lynn started moving, seeming unable to sit still. She shifted her weight, then she leaned back on the couch we were sharing and put her leg over mine.
I lifted my hand in the air, a little startled, more than a little surprised, a lot suddenly turned on. I raised my hand and put it on her thigh. I will always remember that moment.
"You know, there is no tomorrow for us. I'm 20 years older than you. I'm married, not happily, but still married and not likely to change that. I'm sort of your boss. So there's no way I can make you any promises."
"I didn't ask for a promise," Lynn said. "I know what I'm getting and I hope that's a lot of experience."
"While there is no tomorrow for us, I can give you one amazing tonight," I promised.
Lynn didn't say anything and my hand began to move. At first, it was a small movement, back and forth, savoring the heat of her blue jean covered leg. Then I reached down and pulled her other leg into my lap. Both of my hands began to work on her thighs. I felt the meatiness of them, I felt the firmness of them, I felt the sensual heat coming into my hands.
All the time I looked into Lynn's eyes. She met my gaze and never looked away as my hands inched ever so inexorably toward the zipper on the jeans. I kept looking in her eyes as I reached the tab. "Last chance," I said. "Because, if you don't stop me now, I'm going to eat you up just like the Big Bad Wolf wanted to eat Little Red Riding Hood."
"Go on," Lynn breathed, parting her thighs ever so slightly. In one quick move, I pulled the zipper down. We both breathed. I think we had each been holding our breath, waiting to see if I would do it. But now that the zipper was down, my movements became more active. "Let's get you out of these. I want to see your naked legs."
The jeans were tight. Oh, God, they were so tight. I tugged them and pulled on them and they came off so slowly that my mind was boiling. But, as they came down, Lynn's choice of underwear, what I could call conservative, showed that this was spontaneous. Surely, if she were intent on seducing me, she would have worn a thong or lacy Victoria's Secret panties.
