Her name was Samantha. Sam or Sammy for short. She was a young girl when she started working for me. I was married at the time, but that didn't stop me from admiring the opposite sex when the opportunity arose. Sammy was a petite girl, with brown hair, a mole on her face that reminded me of a young Cindy Crawford. She stood about 5'4", and couldn't have weighed more than 100 pounds. But, she had a figure that some older women would kill for! She had medium sized breasts, but she often wore a push-up bra that made them seem bigger. But best of all was her ass! Which was good for me, the ass-man that I am! More than once I got a glimpse of her thong when she bent over. But like I said, I was married at the time, so I wasn't about to risk my marriage or job for some teenage ass.
That all ended one day, suddenly. My wife just up and announced that we were getting divorced. That was it, all over in a flash. I was devastated, to say the least. I was 44 years old, and out on my own. The months that followed found me in a depression, drinking too much and spending too much time at the local strip club.
The kids at work were supportive, so that helped. And I noticed a change in Samantha not too long after that. She started flirting with me, getting braver by the day. I have to say, I was intrigued by this teenage beauty, but still, being an employee of mine, any relationship was pretty much taboo. Then one day, she found my MySpace account and sent me a friend's request. Against my better judgment, I approved it, and pretty soon we were communicating almost daily thru messaging there. The flirting became more rampant, and I have to say I was enjoying the attention.
As her flirting became more suggestive, I finally had to put an end to it, or else I was going to end up doing or saying something that just might well cost me my job. I told Sam that while I was very tempted to take our flirting to another level, she was still an employee of mine, and just too young for a relationship with an older guy. I told her if she was a little older and not working for me, I would give her younger boyfriends a run for their money. She took it well, better than I hoped. We still communicated and flirted a bit, and soon, just like all employees usually do, she left to go onto college and start her adult life.
Fast forward 2 years. I hadn't seen Sam since she left for school, when one day she walked into work, looking better than ever. We talked for a bit, and then she asked me what I was doing that night, and asked me if I wanted to have some dinner with her? I was still single, and now that she was no longer an employee, I felt no reason to hesitate any longer. I gave her my address, and we agreed to meet later that night.
I left work a few minutes early so I could get home and clean up before Samantha got there. I jumped in the shower for a quick shave, my face, along with another area I like to keep clean and smooth. I wasn't really expecting anything to happen tonight, but I wanted to be prepared. I dressed casually and was just putting on some cologne when the doorbell rang. For some reason I felt like a nervous schoolboy on his first date. I opened up the door to find a vision of loveliness standing there. Sam was wearing a black skirt and a pink, tight pullover jersey with a turtleneck and short sleeves. It was also obvious that she was braless, her breasts moving freely under her top. I stood there for a second, taking it all in before she finally broke the silence.
"So, are you going to invite me in?" Samantha said with a smile.
"Sorry," I replied. "You just look so nice I forgot my manners!" I stepped aside and let her enter, and guided her to the living room.
"Well, I'll forgive you this time," Samantha said.
"Have a seat on the couch, and I'll pour us a glass of wine," I said.
"You know, Mr. Harrison, I'm still not officially old enough to drink," Samantha said with a slight giggle to her voice.
"I won't tell if you don't," I replied with a wink. "And don't call me Mr. Harrison, Samantha, I'm not your boss anymore. You can call me Paul."
"Thanks, Paul. My folks aren't drinkers, and I'm dying for one. They would have a fit if they knew their little Sammi was drinking at school."
"Oh, is that so?" I asked. "And how would they feel if they knew their teenage daughter was on a date with a 40 something year old man?"
"They would have heart attacks!" Samantha said, laughing. "But, hey, I'm 19, and contrary to what they might like believe, I'm not a virgin!"
We both laughed, and I sat on the couch next to her, handing her a glass of wine. We spent about an hour there on the couch, sharing that bottle, reminiscing about old times and catching up on what's been going on the last few years.
"Well, we should get going if we want to get a table for dinner," I said.
"Ok," she replied. "Just let me go freshen up first, and I'll be right with you."
I sat on the couch waiting, and when I heard the bathroom door open, I got up and turned to greet her, only to get the shock of my life!
Sam stood there with a smile on her face, and little else on her body. She was naked as the day she was born, except for her black bikini panties and high heels.
"Uh, Sam?" I was so surprised, that was about all I was able to say.
"You know what, Paul?" Samantha replied. "I'm not really hungry tonight. How about we skip straight to dessert?"
As she strolled towards me, I finally found my voice. "Sam, what's going on here?" I asked her. "Have you thought about this, about what you are doing?"
Samantha stopped inches away from me, reached out and grabbed my shirt and started fiddling with a button. "Now, Paul," she said. "You really don't think I haven't been thinking about this for years now, do ya? We both have, and you know it! You remember what you told me 2 years ago. Well, you're not married anymore. I'm not working for you anymore. And I'm an adult who can make her own decisions! "
As Sam was making her little speech, her fingers kept up their work on my shirt buttons until I was finally standing there with my shirt hanging open, exposing my chest.
"Now you have a choice to make," Samantha told me. "You can tell me you don't want this, and I'll put my dress back on and leave. Or, you can let me finish undressing you, and we'll stay here and have some amazing sex.
I looked down at her, her brown eyes looking back at me. I cupped her cheeks in both hands and lowered my lips to hers. Our lips met, and then parted as our tongues met and dueled with each other. My hands moved slowly down her back until they cupped both ass cheeks through her panties. Samantha ground her pantied covered pussy against my leg as our kiss slowly broke apart.
I looked down at her. "Does that answer your question?" I asked.
Samantha grinned. "Which way to the bedroom?" She asked.
I led the way, with my hand holding hers. We entered my bedroom and Sammy sat on the bed as I lit a few candles, and then turned off the lights. Her earrings glittered in the candlelight as I moved to stand at the foot of the bed in front of her. She reached up and pulled my shirt from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Samantha then reached for my belt as I looked down to see her tits jiggle with her efforts to loosen my belt. Her pink nipples were hard, and begging to be sucked! I reached down and held a breast in each hand, feeling the warmth of her tits and hardness of her nipples. I squeezed each nipple as she unfastened my belt, popped the button and pulled down the zipper. My pants dropped to the floor and I kicked them off my feet, along with my socks and shoes, to stand there in just my boxers, the proof of my arousal very evident to the beauty seated in front of me. Samantha smiled up at me as her fingers found the waistband of my boxers and tugged them down my legs. My hard dick, now free of its confines, bounced up, almost hitter her chin.
Samantha smiled when she saw my cock. "Ohh, you shave! I love that! No hairs to get in my mouth." She said, leaving the bed to kneel at my feet.
She looked up at me and smiled, her pretty brown eyes gazing into mine as she used her tongue to lick the tip of my cock, removing the first bit of pre-cum that had appeared. I watched as Samantha opened her mouth and engulfed my hard dick. Her mouth was warm and wet, and it was all I could do to not cum right then and there! Samantha's lips and tongue worked on my cock like a woman possessed. She wrapped a hand around the base as she moved her lips up and down the shaft, her tongue licking the sensitive underside of the head as she reached the top on each upstroke. I held on for a few minutes, then I looked down to see her brown eyes staring into mine, seemingly pleading for my cum.
I wasn't sure if she wanted to swallow, so I thought I would give her a warning! "Oh God Samantha, I'm about ready to blow," I groaned.
