The year I turned forty-nine, my boss had decided to retire, leaving his son David to step in and take over the insurance company I had worked with for the past twenty-four years. David was a handsome, charming, hardworking young man who was thirty-one, with brown eyes and hair, about five-ten with a lean muscular build.
I was eighteen years older, with blonde hair, brown eyes, a 36C-24-38 figure, and had become involved with him during the past year, after he had walked up catching me with another coworker making out in my car, resulting in us having a menage a trois at David's house. The other coworker, Andy had since left the company taking a job out of state, while David I continued meeting occasionally for some after hours fun.
David's new position, left me in a quandary, especially when he chose me as the lead agent and office manager. He assured me the decision was made strictly on my work, with his fathers input and advice and had nothing to do with our relationship outside the office, saying he was hoping that wouldn't change.
The following month was business as usual, with very little change at work, other than the fact David and I were meeting daily discussing ways to build the business and the hiring of two more agents. Our after hours get togethers had stopped other than having drinks with our office colleagues.
On one of those evenings I was working late while everyone else headed to the bar, and was still at my desk going over paperwork when David called my cellphone asking when I expected to get done, telling me he would have stayed to help had he known I was working so late.
I told him it's okay that I'd be finishing within the hour and heading home for glass of wine, a relaxing bath, and curling up on the couch with my book. He said he'd seen my husband with two of his officers on a car stop, and asked if he was working all night, when I told him he was, David said he'd be glad to stop by the house if I wanted some company.
I was planning on a night alone, but temptation got the best of me, so I told him having company sounded good, to drive careful, and I'd call him as soon as I got home. I called my husband telling him I was on the way home, that I loved him, to be safe, and that David was coming to the house. He told me to have fun, that he loved me, and would see me in the morning. I texted him when I got home, called David from the driveway telling him to park next to my car and if I was still in the tub, the back door would be unlocked.
I poured a glass of wine, slipped into the tub and relaxed for a while, washed, and put on one of my husbands long sleeve shirts and was pouring another glass of wine when David pulled into the driveway and walked across the deck tapping on the back door.
When I answered the door David stood there smiling, saying damn that is sexy, as I invited him in, shutting the door behind him, making sure it was locked before I led him into the kitchen. When he came in I saw he'd showered and changed clothes, I offered him a drink which he refused. I finished my wine, as he was pushing my hair back, and started undoing the buttons of my shirt, pulling it further open as he did running his fingertips across my skin.
With my shirt completely open, my naked body exposed, David started kissing me softly while his soft warm hands caressed my breasts, moving to my hips pulling me against his body, squeezing my butt as our tongues explored each others mouths. We stopped kissing long enough for me to pull his polo shirt off, once again becoming lost in a deep kiss. My shirt had slid off my shoulders, hanging from my arms, my breasts pressing against his chest as I fumbled with his belt, pants and zipper.
