It had all started innocently enough. A simple text that stated, "Hey if I feel better I can come see you this week."
After nearly four long years of wishing I could see her, the young lady was about to be in my presence again. What followed after her text was light hearted banter back and forth that was thinly veiled flirting leading to an albeit brief in depth description of what I wanted to do to her. It was the type of discussion we had teased each other with way back before I had stopped being her boss. (Now before you begin wondering about that, which will come in another chapter, the origins.)
The morning she was due to visit I was nervous, yes as much as I wanted this I swore it to never happen again after so many years of nothing besides a few phone calls and texts that sometimes ended raunchy but for the most part were pleading for a visit or just catching up on life. This adorable little beauty who was about 13 years younger than I had always held this special place in my heart. Yes, before you delve any deeper we are both also married to other people. (Gasp, shock.)
It was a rough morning as I said before; I rushed to finish picking up the house and getting my child off to school and then went and took a nice long hot shower. Following her progression through her morning via quick messaging and knowing she'd be headed my way shortly. I showered and scrubbed, shaving and making myself as presentable as possible.
I wondered as I stepped out of the shower whether or not I should even bother with boxers or just throw on shorts and a t-shirt. Opting for boxers for no other reason to contain the inevitable hard-on I was sure to have in a few minutes I threw on shorts and a t-shirt and headed out to the living room to play a few quick rounds of candy crush and calm my nerves, anything to get my mind of this raving little sexy minx that was about to arrive at my door. Funny enough our texts this morning had nothing to do with sex. It was like we were both scared to broach the subject, worried about jinxing the meeting.
As she texted to announce her arrival I casually, (ok bullshit, I ran down the stairs to the front door) headed down to greet her. Watching her walk up I felt my heart jump and my stomach knot up. Good lord could we go through with it again, open that box that we had seemingly nailed shut for so long.
"Hello beautiful," I greeted her with as she opened the storm door.
"Hi," she said softly with the sexy grin.
Stacy stepped in and quite contrary to what I had told her would happen right away I began a tour of the house my family had moved into and she had never visited yet. As we covered the downstairs the sexual tension and anticipation was so disturbingly thick. I knew I had to make the leap and as we started back towards the front of the house I grabbed her in the hallway.
"You knew this was coming," I whispered to her as I hugged her tight and then grabbed the back of her head and kissed her deeply our tongues quickly finding one another. God she tasted good. Those soft lips, so sweet and full and just as hungry as mine.
Breaking the kiss I lead her through the rest of the home, after a few minutes we made it to the back portion of the upstairs where my bedroom. I looked at her sexy little frame. All of 5'4 inches tall and that light chestnut brown hair just recently chopped down to hang just below her shoulders. I continued my gaze down to her we'll call them rather large 44DD breasts and her shapely thin waist and sexy ass. Good lord I wanted her and I knew I wasn't going to be able to resist. I opened my bedroom door and showed her the room and as she turned to leave I grabbed her in the hallway and told her, "Fuck it, let's go."
Pulling Stacy in I lead her to the bed which she promptly hopped up on and I pushed her back and kissed those lips again. Now those of you that are wondering if there was guilt, I can honestly say NO! The only way I can reason this is the fact that Stacy and everything with her since I had known her at the tender age of 17 had simply been natural. Yes, there had been an affair with her, yes, I was moving right back into those waters but I had always had feelings for her. Now before you start thinking things started at 17 it wasn't until she was late 18 possible early 19 that things had happened up until then she had just been a staff member working under me.
Stacy whimpered as I kissed her and her pulls and tugs told me she was eager. The way she grinded her tight little jeans covered kitty up at me only excited me more. I knew she wanted it, even verbally teased her about it and told her that I'd get there when I was ready. The kissing continued for several minutes and our hands wandered the entire time. When I sat up I looked deeply into her eyes.
"Aren't you hot in that nasty sweatshirt?" I asked.
Even as she was removing it she had glint in her eyes of that playful naughtiness. "I've been cold all morning and I'm still cold."
