Passion In James County IX
Indiscretions
By D.C. Roi
Chapter twelve
Bill Markham wasn't sure what was going on with Cindy Dillon, the waitress who worked in the diner he and his wife owned. When he arrived at work Sunday morning, Cindy was already inside, behind the counter and didn't say anything to him. That was odd. Usually, he got a bright smile and pleasant, "Hi, Bill."
He'd been flirting with Cindy ever since he'd hired her to work in the diner. He fantasized constantly about what the body under the tight uniforms the girl wore looked like. He wouldn't have minded if she'd acted as if she wanted to do more than flirt. But, until Cindy gave him an indication she wanted anything more than flirting, Bill, concerned about a sexual harassment suit, felt he had to let it go at that.
They were busy that evening, so Bill found little time to talk with his employee. Finally, the last customer departed. He locked the doors, put the "Closed" sign in the window, then he and Cindy began cleaning up. He decided now was the time to find out if something was wrong. "You've been very quiet today, Cindy," he said. "Are you OK?"
Cindy stood there behind the counter, with her head down. She sniffled, then her shoulders began to shake as she sobbed quietly.
"Look, Cindy, if you need someone to talk to," Bill said hopefully, "I'm a good listener."
The waitress took a deep breath and got herself under control. She looked up at him, smiling weakly. "Ah, I...I don't want to bother you, Mr. Markham," she said softly. "It's...it's just something I need to deal with myself, I guess."
Bill looked at his employee. Her uniform, as usual, was snug and displayed her excellent figure. A mass of fluffy blonde hair framed her pretty face. She had nice-sized breasts, but her ass was, he thought, her best feature. The tight uniforms she wore left no doubt as to its perfect shape. Bill, always an ass man, thought Cindy's bottom was mouth-watering.
The more he looked at the waitress, the better she looked, and the more he thought about what it would be like to go to bed with her. "You sure you don't want to talk about it?" he asked.
"It...it won't do any good," Cindy replied. She didn't want to burden her boss with her problems. She was sure if he found out how screwed up her life was, he'd fire her.
They finished cleaning up and, hopeful, Bill offered to give Cindy a ride home from work. He was delighted when she accepted his invitation. They walked to his car and he held the door so she could get in, then he went around and got behind the wheel, started the car, and drove off.
Bill had driven Cindy home before, but for some reason, tonight it felt different. His heart was hammering so hard he was sure she must be able to hear it. He didn't seem able to breathe properly, either. "I really would like to help you, Cindy," he said.
Cindy looked at him and smiled. "There's nothing much you can do, Mr. Markham," she said.
"I can listen," Bill responded. "Sometimes that helps more than you think it might."
"Maybe," she said. "I...I'm so confused...I..."
"Look," he said, "Go ahead, tell me a little bit about what's going on."
"Oh, I don't know...I shouldn't bother you with it," Cindy replied.
"I'm a good listener," Bill said. "I really am."
"Well..." Cindy took a deep breath and began. Once she started, she couldn't stop. Her fiancΓ©e had dumped her and her parents were blaming her and being miserable to her. She felt very alone. By the time she finished, she was sobbing again, and dabbing at the tears dampening her cheeks.
Bill, watching her cry, felt his cock grow stiff. He knew it was wrong for him to be thinking the things he was thinking, especially since Cindy seemed very vulnerable right now. It wouldn't be very nice of him to make a move on her when she wasn't thinking clearly. But that didn't mean he wouldn't. He pulled to the side of the road, stopped the car, turned to her, and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, now, come on, Cindy," he said softly. "Things will be all right. They really will. Give yourself a little time. And besides, you still have your son."
"Oh, God!" she sobbed. "I feel so awful!"
Bill put his arm around her and was thrilled when she slid across the seat and buried her head against his chest. Her hair tickled his face, making his skin tingle. He rubbed her back gently as she cried. Finally, the sobbing grew softer. She took a deep breath, leaned back, and looked at him.
"Really," he said. "Things will be all right. You're an attractive young woman, you'll find someone else."
Cindy found herself confused by the feelings that had begun to spread through her as she leaned against her boss. It did feel good having his arms around her, almost too good. She wasn't sure she wanted him to let her go. Somehow, he made her feel safe, protected, and special. His voice was comforting, too. She looked into her boss's eyes. She'd never realized it before, but Mr. Markham had nice eyes, caring eyes. She was glad she'd taken him up on his offer to listen to her problems. Talking with him did make her feel a little better. She was surprised to find herself feeling attraction for the balding older man she worked for.
"Thank you for listening to me, Mr. Markham," she said. She kissed him impulsively, intending it as a friendly gesture. She was totally unprepared for the intense feelings that surged through her when their lips met. Damn! Kissing Mr. Markham felt really good! Her heart began to pound and her chest felt tight.
Bill was surprised by Cindy's impulsive kiss, and even more so by the burst of sensations it evoked in him.
When the kiss ended, Cindy leaned back and looked at her employer. She wasn't exactly sure what was happening. Talking to him had made her feel better, but the kiss had started things inside her that confused her. How could she be feeling like this about him? He was almost old enough to be her father.
"Ah, I guess I better get you home, huh?" Bill said, his voice hoarse.
"I...I guess so," Cindy said. She noticed that her boss's voice sounded funny.
The trip to the mobile home park where Cindy lived didn't take long. Bill pulled up in front of her trailer and they sat in the car, looking at each other.
"Would...would you like, you know, a cup of coffee or something, Mr. Markham?" Cindy asked.
"Ah...yeah, I suppose I could manage a cup of coffee," Bill replied. He shut the car off, got out, opened the door for her, and escorted her up onto the small porch in front of her mobile home. This was going better than he hoped. An invitation into her home might well be the first step that would lead to an invitation to her bed.