This story was inspired by the Bob that I met in a bookstore that got away! Brwneyedwitch70
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"His name is Bob and he's a regular but a very cranky old man." Summer said as she pointed out a handsome older gentleman that entered the book store.
"Oh." I replied. There really wasn't much more I could say since this was my first day at my new job.
I had been fired from my last job for flirting too much with the customers. I was waiting tables at a local family restaurant and too many of the "disgruntled" housewives had complained that I was flirting with their husbands. I wasn't my fault that their husbands looked at me and grabbed my ass each time I passed their tables. The tight jeans and t-shirts we were made to wear as part of our 'uniform' only accentuated what this Latina girl has: big tits and a big ass. I had complained many times to the managers on shift but they told me just to grin and bear it.
"Maybe you'll get more tips if you let them get a handful of ass" was Joe's (the dick head manager) only response. He was angry that I had turned him down too.
Thankfully my favorite book store was hiring. I needed a job desperately and found this one just as my savings were about to disappear. I had only four more semesters and I'd be done with graduate school. I had taken out several student loans to pay for school and for rent, but I still needed the extra cash for basic necessities like food. So here I am being trained by a high school student.
The job didn't seem so hard and I had spent many a day in this book store. I was an avid reader and enjoyed buy books. My guilty pleasure were those paperbacks that were kept high on the top shelf (away from prying eyes of young teens). I would buy at least one or two of those erotic novellas a month. I really didn't have a favorite, I just bought them based on the back cover description. But I noticed that recently I had been purchasing stories about older men seducing younger women.
I noticed Bob was headed in our direction and I asked him "May I help you?"
"Yes, I am looking for some history books. Do you have any new releases?" he asked.
I took the initiative and walked Bob to our new releases in the history and social sciences genre. We slowly started up our conversation about the history and literature in general. Bob seemed to know his stuff and thought it was funny to quiz me on history. He selected a few books and went to the cash register to make his purchase.
When he left, Summer came up to me and asked "what did you say to him? He never leaves this store without being rude to someone." I looked at her confused and just shrugged my shoulders.
Bob began coming into the story almost every day --- well when I was there working my shift. He ignored pretty much everyone else and only asked me book related questions. This went on for several weeks. I began to notice a change in Bob's attitude toward everyone and he often complimented the store manager for having such a helpful staff. It hadn't dawned on me that Bob was interested in me or maybe it was just.
Bob was a very distinguished looking man. He was in his early 60's. He was tall, thin but not to thin since had a little beer belly that men his age often get after retirement. He was a widower and a cancer survivor. His silver hair (not gray hair) was always neatly trim and combed. He also walked with a swagger that made him look very handsome. I started looking at Bob in a new way. I would try to sneak peeks at him when he came in the store. I would laugh at all his bad jokes. I was a woman with a crush. Then one day Bob came up to me and asked "Brenda, I know that I am old enough to be your father...but would you be interested in having coffee with me?"
I was taken back. I wasn't sure what my boss would say if he knew I was going on a date with a customer --- but I was interested. "I would love to Bob, but first I had to check my work schedule, okay?"
He nodded and waited while I ran to check my work schedule.
"Well, I am off tomorrow afternoon. Would that be okay?" I asked Bob.
We both agreed that we would meet at the local coffee shop down the street. I was very excited about my 'date' with Bob. When I went home I picked up one of my erotic novellas. After a few minutes I took out my vibrator and climaxed within minutes. I slowly went to sleep anticipating what tomorrow's date would bring.
When I woke up the next morning, I decided I was going to seduce Bob. I carefully chose my clothing. I didn't want to appear slutty or trampy. I picked out a button down blouse and wore a camisole underneath without a bra. I was going to let my 44Ds do some talking for me today. I chose a long black skirt with a slit on the side. I debated on wearing panties or going without. I wasn't a thin girl so I need to camouflage my womanly body. I knew that I felt sexy either way and wanted to look alluring.
I arrived at the coffee shop just as Bob was waiting to be seated. I followed him to the table. The next hour or so we did nothing but talk about ourselves, our likes and dislikes. I learned more about Bob's personal life. He was a retired Chicago Police Officer; he was married for 30 years before his wife passed away about five years ago. He had grown children that lived in California. He was basically alone and without a girlfriend.
He expressed interest in my life too. He enjoyed listening to my 'war stories' of being a waitress. We laughed so much that we didn't notice that 4 hours had passed. It was close to dinner time when we left the coffee shop.
"Bob, would you like to come over to my apartment for dinner? Or we could go to your house and I could cook up something for us. I am really enjoying our coffee date, I don't think I laughed as much as I've done today."
"Brenda, my house is right down the street. We could cook something there for dinner, if you don't mind being seen with an old guy like me, you 25 year old youngin'!" he laughed.
