I had been working in the computer shop for several years when Kelsey was hired. She was young, (less than half of my 50 years), but she certainly brought a brightness to our small store. Almost as tall as me, Kelsey was what they call "thick," or "curvy," but I thought she looked great. She often described herself as "out of shape," but her full, young, body had a firmness that said otherwise.
Kelsey's face always seemed to have an impish grin behind her stylish glasses, hinting at her quick wit and intelligence. I assumed her hair was originally brown, but it was hard to tell. Depending on the day, it might be anything from bright red to platinum blonde, sometimes both at the same time. Her full butt was no secret in the tight jeans she preferred, and though her breasts were not huge, they stood out enough in the snug tank tops she wore that I wasted a lot of time sneaking peeks and imagining how they would fill my mouth.
I had hired Kelsey primarily because she was good at working with smart phones and i-pods, while myself and the two other male employees were more skilled with computer repair. She had come recommended by the local community college. When I had interviewed Kelsey I had not thought about the extra benefit she brought, the spark that a smart, sassy, young woman could bring to our workplace. The other two men working in our shop were happily married, and I had been single for several years since my wife had left me for the bed of her boss (and his beach house). Having a woman in our male-dominated shop helped to put some of our female customers at ease, and Kelsey was self-assured enough to ignore the veiled insults and leers from our ignorant male customers.
The one area where Kelsey seemed to be less confident was in her romantic relationships. She would often come in upset over the latest idiot that she'd broken up with. To me, it was obvious that none of the boys she described could match her intelligence, and I assumed the problem was that she was picking them for their looks and physique, rather than someone that could challenge her on a mental level. Though I keep myself in shape, I knew my looks and age were no match for the boys she chose. It was probably a good thing she wasn't attracted to me, since not only was I twice her age, but I was her boss as well.
That didn't stop me from imagining what she would look like naked, and how she would feel in my arms. I daydreamed about stroking and suckling her grapefruit-sized breasts, and spent many a fond hour pondering what her pussy and ass looked like. Since Kelsey was a hip younger woman, I wondered if she might shave down below. The camel-toe in the tight leggings she sometimes wore seemed to hint at it. I imagined what it would be like to bend her over the counter and thrust into her pussy, feeling that amazing ass jiggle in my hands and hearing her moans of pleasure.
Sexy scenarios involving Kelsey became my nightly ritual, and I spent my days at work furtively watching her for a flash of skin or a hint of the flesh underneath her tight clothes, anything to further my fantasies. Sometimes the hardest part of my day was keeping Kelsey from knowing what I was imagining as we worked. At home at night, Kelsey was often featured in the scenarios I created as I stroked my hard cock to eruption, the only way I could get to sleep. I imagined her wrapping her lips around my shaft, or my thrusting into her soaking pussy as I brought her to the brink of ecstasy.
One morning, Kelsey came storming in uncharacteristically late, the scowl on her face mirrored in her appearance. Her hair, which the day before had been stylishly blonde with red highlights, was now jet black, as was her lipstick. She grabbed a cup of coffee from the pot in the break room, and sat down to work, without a hello or any of her usual cheer. She was quiet the rest of the morning.
When I entered the break room for lunch, I almost turned around and left when I saw her sitting at the table with her head in her hands. "Don't go," she said softly, though I didn't know she'd even seen me enter. "I could use somebody to talk to." She tapped the chair next chair to her. I sat, and was immediately hit with the scent of her perfume. You're here to be a comfort to her, not feed your masturbatory fantasies, I reminded myself.
"I don't know what is wrong with me," she moaned. As far as I was concerned there was nothing "wrong" with Kelsey, but I kept quiet. She stood up. "Do you think I've let myself go?" Kelsey was wearing a fitted tight black tee-shirt which accentuated her chest and was so short it displayed several inches of slightly bulging tummy. Instead of her usual jeans, she was wearing pink yoga pants, several sizes too snug. I couldn't see any pantie-line, but there could have been a thong under there. If so, it was doing nothing to hide the outline of her cleft beneath the skin-tight pants.
I knew better than to answer her question beyond a shake of my head. She held up her hands and did her best twirl. For the first time, I was able to view the body I had dreamed about without trying to hide my stare, but now my concern was with keeping the growing bulge in my pants from revealing my thoughts. The bare skin below her shirt made me long to yank her pants down and bury my face in her young pussy, grabbing her huge ass-cheeks to hold onto as I impaled her on my tongue until she was quivering in ecstasy. That would have certainly have been a sight for anyone wandering into the break room!
Still standing directly in front of me, Kelsey related how she had caught Robert, her latest boyfriend, in her bed with a neighborhood girl that she described as "Skinny as a rail and half as smart as one." Then he had been surprised when she told him she never wanted to see him again. "I know I'm no size six, Paul," she whined, "but I gave him anything he wanted!"
Kelsey picked up a magazine off the break table and shoved the too-skinny model on the cover in my face. "Is that what guys want?" She ran her arms down her body. "Can you believe he gave up all this?" I tried not to stare at her nipples jutting through the tee-shirt, and my mind was reeling at the "anything he wanted" comment.
All I could answer was the obvious "He's an idiot," which I truly believed. She sat down again and buried her head in her hands, I just hoped she wouldn't start crying.
She took a deep breath and seemed to regain control. "The worst of it is I'm not sure I should go home," she said with a stronger voice. "He still has a key to my place, and I can't get a locksmith out until tomorrow. He's threatened me in the past, so I don't want to go home alone."
Obviously this required a gallant response. "Why don't you crash at my place tonight? I've got plenty of room." At this point I was more worried about Kelsey's safety than the question of how I would keep my hands off her if she was sleeping in the next room.
Kelsy shook her head. "I couldn't let you do that, and I really should be at home so he doesn't get in and vandalize the place."
"Tell you what then, how about if I stay at your place?" I countered. "You must have a couch I can crash on, and then I can make sure Robert doesn't cause any problems."
She paused a minute pondering the offer. The fact that I had been the one to suggest the couch must have convinced her that I had no intentions of taking advantage of her. "Only if you let me buy the pizza and beer," she finally agreed.
***
After work I hopped in my car and followed her Honda to the pizza place, the liquor store, and finally her apartment. We pulled up to a small one-bedroom bungalow, painted up like a surfer's shack. After discussing it we squeezed both our cars into the single driveway, with the thought that if Robert came by he would know she wasn't alone and might not stop.
We entered the apartment, and I looked around. Every surface was piled high with clean clothes, makeup, or books. Kelsey grabbed a handful of clothes off the couch and headed down the hall with them. "Grab some plates and napkins, and open us a couple of beers," she called before heading down the hall into what I assumed must be her bedroom. "Go ahead and start. Let me just grab a quick shower, I didn't have time this morning," she added. She moved from the bedroom into the small bathroom at the end of the hall and closed the door behind her.
