I had always admired her body. There was something very sexy, very erotic about the way she carried herself. Her shoulder length brown hair danced up and down when she walked. She was 29, but didn't look any older than the 18 year old girls my age. Her breasts were small, but firm. She had very dark brown eyes that emanated a "cuddle me" look if you stared into them.
We both worked at a General Merchandise store. I was a shelf stocker, she worked in the accounting office. I would accompany her around the store on occasion when she would have to skim money from the cash registers. But this one particular day, things were different.
She called me to the office to go on the pickup run, and right away I felt an electric charge between us. It was like she had a force field of sexuality that was reeling me in. "Hi Becky."
"Hey Steve."
"Ready to be my escort?" The twinkle in her eye and her smirky grin sent ripples through my body. I felt my cock stir in my jeans. "Sure," I replied with a grin.