"Jenny has 'Daddy Issues.'" Bart had been informed of this on the very first day at his new job. It was kind of an open secret related to him by the co-worker conducting his orientation.
"She's, like, 26, and she has a thing for older guys, 'cause her father left the family about 10 years ago," the co-worker told him.
Bart, being -- literally -- twice Jenny's age, tried to concentrate on learning his job. He could not, however, help admiring Jenny. She was beautiful; there was no denying that. Her deep brown eyes were hypnotic. Her pink lips tantalizing. Her shoulder-length, peroxide blonde hair enchanting. Her figure perfect. She possessed C-cup breasts. And, her ass was simply spectacular. Jenny's only flaw -- if it could be called that -- was a slightly -- barely -- crooked tooth. Bart found it endearing; as if it proved imperfection's perfection.
On top of all that, she was ridiculously smart, funny, free-spirited, and open-minded. And, she possessed an almost encyclopedic knowledge of 1980s music -- the music of Bart's teenage years.
As months passed, they worked together regularly, and grew more comfortable with each other.
"I like being paired up with you," she'd told him one day. "You make me feel safe."
"I... uh... thank you," he said; not knowing how to respond.
Jenny hugged him; his heavy, 6'3" frame dwarfing her petite 5'6".
"You're one of my people," he managed to say. "I always try to protect my people.
Occasionally, when partnered, they'd remark on various women coming through their station. It seemed they both had a "thing" for women wearing wet-look, pleather leggings, and each time the subject came up, Jenny commented that she needed a pair... soon.
Due to the large difference in their ages, Bart -- believing discretion the better part of valor -- avoided pushing the conversation too far, or becoming too explicit. Eventually, though, as they spent more and more time together, they would tease with double entendre, even sexually graphic comments, related to their conversations. And, Jenny would even mention her plans to go shopping, and buy some leggings.
One Saturday evening, while working together, she playfully responded to something he'd said with "Yes, Daddy." Initially, he rejected the response, telling her he would never let a woman call him "Daddy" or "Sir." Later that night, however, he changed his mind, telling her she would be the first, and only, woman allowed to do so. Bart tried to remind himself not to take things too far. It wasn't working.
On Monday -- his Saturday -- Bart had errands to run; multiple stops to make before he could relax and enjoy his weekend. He walked into a store specializing in products for the bedroom, bath room, and other rooms, seeking a picture frame. He was browsing the shelves when he heard a familiar voice.
"Hey, Bart."
He turned to see Jenny standing before him. She had no make-up on, and Bart thought she was more attractive than she ever was at work. She wore a white t-shirt; loose, orange nylon running shorts, and sneakers. He could see the faint outline of her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt.
"Hey," he answered; trying to focus on her eyes.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Just looking around," he answered. "You?"
"Searching for a wedding gift for some friends," she told him.
He could feel himself hardening in his sweatpants.
"Any idea what they need?" he inquired, hoping she wouldn't notice.
"None," she admitted, with an exaggerated frown.
"Well, I could help you look around," he offered.
"Thanks," she replied, smiling. "I appreciate that."
She whirled around to lead him on their quest, and he realized the bottom of her ass cheeks were visible below the hem of her shorts.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ," he whispered to himself.
They made their way through several aisles, finding little that piqued her interest. While Bart barely noticed the products on the shelves -- his attention was fixated on Jenny -- she lingered here and there, inspecting a few items.
The two reached the back of the store. As they attempted to step around the racks of hanging area rugs, Bart put his right hand on Jenny's lower back, to steady her. She jumped at his touch, but his hand remained on her.
"Are you OK?" he asked.
"Are you?" she scoffed, looking down at the front of his sweatpants.
She reached out to touch the fabric.
"Holy shit, Bart," she exhaled, quietly, when her hand found his hard shaft.
Quickly, he glanced around the store. He saw no one. Though he knew there had to be cameras on them, at this moment, he didn't care.
"Are we done teasing each other?" he challenged.
Before she could answer, his hand fell to her ass, and he pulled her body against his. Looking up into his eyes, she stroked him through his pants. His left hand slid between her legs, and he pressed his fingers against her clit.
"Fuuuuuck," she cooed.
"I'll take that as a yes," he growled.
He kissed the side of her neck.
"We need to go somewhere," she urged. "Now!"
"My place, or yours?" he grumbled, briefly taking his lips from her. "Yours is closer."
"Ami is home," she whined; referring to her roommate, a co-worker of theirs.
"OK," he proposed. "My place."
"I can't wait that long," she panted. "Someplace closer."
"Come with me," Bart ordered.
Taking her hand, he led her out of the store. He walked her to her car and told her to follow him. Climbing in his SUV, he led her to the far end of the strip mall's parking lot. She parked beside him and jumped out of her car.
"Back seat," he called out as she approached.
Sliding from the driver's seat, he joined her; suddenly thankful for the tinting on the side and rear windows. She straddled him even before his door slammed shut. Their mouths mashed together, their tongues danced, and they tore at each other's clothes. Bart lifted her shirt and tilted his head to take her left nipple in his mouth. She gasped and wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him to her chest.
"Yes, Daddy," she cried, as he sucked hard, flicking it with his tongue.
He slipped his hands inside the bottom of her shorts and pinched her ass. She yelped and raked her fingers through his short hair.
"No panties, either," he observed. "Dirty little girl."
Bart flipped her over, awkwardly maneuvering Jenny to place her on the seat, reclining against the door. Kneeling on the seat, crouched down in the small space, he grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled them downward. She lifted her ass, then her feet, allowing them to slide off. Bart dropped them to the floor. She stripped off her shirt; tossing it atop her shorts. Now nude, except for her sneakers, Bart took a few moments to admire her body. His eyes lingered on her shaved pubic area.
Jenny reached down, slowly tracing a finger along her lips. Bart kissed her inner thigh; gently at first, then harder; before nibbling on her incandescent skin. He could smell her sex, and it intoxicated him. Bart trailed his tongue to her; pressing it against her pussy; tasting her for the first time.
"Yessss," she hissed.
Once more, her hands clutched at the back of his head, and she pulled him into her.
"Mmmm," he muttered.
He brought his right hand up, and a finger joined his tongue in pleasing her. Lightly, he brushed it over her flesh, getting it wet with her juices; then slid it inside her while his tongue concentrated on her clit.
