I met her when she started working at my clothing shop in town. I was a supervisor and had been there for years when she got the job. She was 19, a cute red head with thick thighs. I'll call her Chloe. I was in my mid thirties, in decent shape and head to toe covered in tattoos. My long term girlfriend had just cheated on me, so I was feeling like it was time for something new.
Chloe was working, wearing skin tight black jeans and a tiny little crop top, you could see her curves from every angle. Every so often when she'd lift her arms up to put something on a shelf you'd get a hint of her pale stomach and rib cage. It looked so smooth I just wanted to kiss it all over. I have to admit we flirted a lot at work, she seemed to enjoy the attention and at first I didn't think anything of it. Then we started messaging, nothing serious but occasionally she'd send me pictures of her, selfies, that were sometimes a little low down. So I started wondering, was she into me?
"Hey Frankie, I'm on the men's section with you today!" Chloe's voice shook me out of my daydream.
"Oh yeah I saw the rota, looks like it's just you and me for most of the day. Do you finish at 4 as well?"
"Yeah", she said. "And I was wondering whether you would actually mind giving me a lift home? Super random I know but my parents aren't home to come and get me and I really don't want to be stuck on the bus for an hour."
I considered it for a second. It seemed perfectly innocent, and I'd given lifts to other staff members before so I didn't really think it would be a big deal. "Sure" I agreed.
The shift was a bit of a blur I'll admit. When you work in retail customers all blend into one person and you're stuck in the routine of folding, answering questions and counting change. I wondered whether Chloe would invite me into her house, since she was home alone. The image of her naked, her thighs over my shoulders and her moaning with pleasure went round and round my head and I had to sit in the back office for a couple of minutes. I looked down at my tattooed hands and imagined them gently around her neck while I kissed her tits and nipples. God, this girl is driving me crazy. I'm not going to do anything unless she initiates it, I thought. So when 4pm rolled around, I actually had a bit of a nervous stomach.
We chatted while we walked to my car, just bits about the day and laughing at customers together. She asked me about what happened with my girlfriend when we started driving to her house.
"Oh, she started seeing someone behind my back basically. I found out when she left her Facebook messages open on my laptop. Sometimes I feel like she wanted me to see them." I explained. She looked at me for a second and then said with a smile, "well, that's her loss". I chuckled.