I am a 28 year old vagabond. I guess that is the right word as I can't seem to settle into anything, a job or a relationship. I've had several relationships over the last ten years, with males and females. Can't even decide which one I prefer. As for jobs, a year at any was a long time until I started driving a limo about two years ago. I started with a stretch, mostly working parties on weekends. A lot of fun at first , great tips, but it was hell on my social life and after a while I got tired of being propositioned by drunks. About six months into the job I was moved to a town car and started doing airport runs exclusively.
This was a lot better because I was dealing with business people and off most weekends. I still got propositioned occasionally and was very tempted a couple of times, but they were married men and that is not my scene. I was even propositioned twice by married women. (I'm only 5'3", very trim, small breasts and short, reddish blonde hair. I think the tailored slacks and white shirt I wear when I work makes me look butch.) What I was looking for was a one-on-one long-term relationship and think I have finally found it.
About four months ago I started picking up a lady named Gail and did so frequently as she traveled almost every week. She has a high paying job with a major corporation and lives in a gorgeous house with a pool in a gated community. I found out later that she would request me every time she called in for an appointment. That's not unusual, but it is usually men who request my services.
Gail is 40, divorced and was living alone. She is about my height but a little more voluptuous. Some would say that her rear is too wide, but I think it is sexy. She has blonde hair and I think she is very attractive. She always wore loose fitting blouses so it was hard to judge what size her tits were, but I got the idea that they were a lot more than a mouth full. My nipples would get hard just thinking about them. For a whole month we would just talk about general things and never discussed sex or relationships, although she did give me the impression that she was lonely. A few times we would have casual physical contact which I always thought it was accidental, but maybe not. I did fantasize about her sometimes, especially about her boobs, but I wouldn't even think of making a pass at a client..
When I met her at the airport late one Friday night I got the impression that she had been drinking. She didn't act drunk, but was a more relaxed than usual and her voice was a little husky. She had asked me on the way home if I was through for the night and was I working the next day. The questions were very casual and just part of normal conversation but caused me to think of all kinds of possibilities.
As she got out of the car at her house, she said: "Would you mind coming into the house for a minute Jennifer? I have to get some cash to pay you."
"No, I don't mind."