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?"
