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 fiancée 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.
"Why did I ask him in for coffee?" Cindy wondered as she walked up the steps to her front door. "Girl, you could be taking a big chance! If his wife finds out about this, you'll be looking for another job." She shrugged the feelings off. Mr. Markham had been nice and he listened to her. Being with him felt good. And he was a good kisser, too. Besides, her son was staying with her folks for a couple of days, and if Mr. Markham left, she'd be alone, which was the last thing she wanted. She doubted he'd tell his wife, so she was probably safe on that count.
Bill held the door for Cindy, then he followed her into the trailer. He looked around and saw how neat her home was. "This is very nice, Cindy," he remarked.
"Thanks," she replied, starting for the kitchen. "I'll start the coffee."
Bill followed Cindy into the kitchen and sat on a stool at the little breakfast nook there watching her start the coffee.
"Where do you keep the cups?" he asked.
"In that cabinet over there by the sink," Cindy said.
Bill found the mugs and carried two of them to where Cindy stood by the coffee maker. "Are you feeling any better?" he asked.
The young woman nodded. "I am," she replied. She felt comfortable and safe with him, and maybe even a little turned on. After all, he was a married man and he was in her home alone with her. She found that pretty heady. Impulsively, she went up on tip-toe and kissed him softly.
"What was that for?" Bill asked.
"You make me feel good," Cindy replied. "I'm glad I decided to talk to you."
"I'm glad you did, too," Bill said. He took a chance and pulled her against him.
Cindy didn't resist when her boss pulled her into his arms. She liked the way it felt having his arms around her. Pressed against his solid body, she felt as if no harm would come to her. At least she wasn't lonely any more. She looked up at him and, slowly, his face moved toward hers. Then their lips joined, fire rushed through her, and her tongue slid out, seeking his.
Bill extended his tongue, too, and the sensations caused by their colliding tongues rocked him. He felt her arms tighten around him while she pressed her body tighter against his.
"Wow!" Cindy exclaimed when the kiss ended. "God, Mr. Markham, I don't think I've ever been kissed like that before!" She was shaking and could feel his erection pressing against her belly. She hadn't planned on anything like this happening but, crazy as it seemed, now that it had, she didn't want it to stop!
Bill felt the same powerful feelings. He was making better progress than he'd dare hope he would! He tightened his arms and pulled the attractive blonde into another passionate kiss. Again their tongues dueled. By the time the kiss ended, Cindy was flushed and, he thought, looked more beautiful than he'd ever seen her look.
"I want you, Cindy," he said softly. "Do you want me?"
Cindy gazed at him, her emotions in turmoil. Mr. Markham's kisses had excited her! She wasn't sure what to do. His hands slid down and cupped her buttocks, pulling her against his swollen bulge. Then she knew! She wanted him, too! She looked directly into his eyes. "Yes," she whispered. "I...I want you, too."
His heart hammering, Bill scooped Cindy up in his arms and felt her head fall against his shoulder. Her wild hair tickled his face. She was light in his arms. He was so excited he was afraid his cock would burst through his pants!
