I will make a confession right here and now: I love older women.
Ever since I was eighteen and lost my virginity to my next door neighbor who had really given me an education in sex that one could have learned neither at home nor at school, I couldn't think about either going out with or fucking any woman under forty.
I admit I have had sex with a few chicks my own age over the years, but I couldn't really get off with them.
There was just something about a woman so much older that was more of a total turn on for me.
Last summer when I was twenty-seven, I had gotten a good job at an auto dealership, and while my sales weren't mind blowing, I was doing quite well.
At the time I had gotten my job, Herb had been our boss. He had owned the dealership, but he was jovial and fun for an old man, and popular with everyone from the managers all the way down to the clerical help.
When Herb died at eighty two later that year, knowing the fun times with the old man were over, everyone wondered what was going to happen to the business while we attended his funeral.
A couple of weeks later, we got our answer.
Herb's two sons had no interest in the dealership, so the next person to fill the boss' space had been his daughter, Kerry.
While the old man had had a open-door policy and often came down to mingle with both staff and customers, Kerry was a total uptight bitch who only saw people "by appointment only" unless she called one of us up to the office.
Plus she appeared to not really give two shits about the customers; as long as they could afford the car and paid their garage bill, that was all that counted.
In spite of her icy demeanor, I found myself attracted to her.
While most of the sales staff and mechanics wouldn't have minded banging Melissa, the twenty three year old blond office manager, I was secretly wondering about what our ice princess, forty six year old boss lady was like totally naked.
Kerry wasn't an easy person to like, especially when she would rail on most of the staff about the most minor thing, sometimes firing people on the spot.
I don't know if it had anything to do with the hellish divorce she had just gone through or it was her general demeanor, but nevertheless, when some of us saw her coming, we made the effort to steer clear.
Fortunately for me, I was one of only very few that had yet to endure her wrath.
When it came up on my first year anniversary, management positions were opening up and quite a few of the guys that either were old grunts that had been there for years or guys had come there after I did scurried to apply for a promotion, trying to kiss up to the boss in the meantime.
Personally, though I had put in my name, I found the way the other guys had been acting totally pathetic, considering that Kerry was a smart woman and would likely see through their facades.
Thinking that though my sales numbers had been good, she would probably go with "a more mature guy" anyway, so I just kept myself back and went on doing the job that I usually did on a daily basis.
I didn't think anything more about the whole promotion thing; by the time Kerry had called me into her office one day, I figured all the positions had been filled by then.
I had found it odd that she would call me into her office during her usual lunch break, but figuring it was something important, I didn't protest.
Still, I was racking my brain with wondering what the hell I could have done wrong. After all, that was usually the only time she called anyone upstairs.
But when she saw me, Kerry gave one of her rare smiles and beckoned me in, telling me to close and lock the door so we wouldn't be interrupted.
"Have a seat," she added.
"Look, I don't know what I did, so let's cut to the chase," I said as I sat down. "What's the problem?"
"Paul, why would you think you did anything wrong?" she asked, a look of confusion on her face.
"Well, usually---"
She stopped me, smiling again. "Right. I guess I have a rep for being a hard ass, unlike my father. But rest assured, you are not in any kind of trouble. On the contrary, I'd like to interview you for one of the management positions."
Now it was my turn to be confused. "I thought you would have filled those by now."
"I really haven't found anyone that is both personable and qualified outside of Dorothy, and she's way overdue for one of the management jobs. Thirty applications for two jobs, Paul, and I can't find anyone else that is close to being qualified."
"What about some of the older guys?" I asked.
"Those goof offs? If anything, most of them should be fired. I don't know why Dad even bothered to give them jobs, much less let the lazy assholes keep them. It's not like they have great numbers, at least not as good as yours."
"So why keep them around?"
Kerry sighed. "I guess I could let them go. But since we're short on help, I have to keep them around until someone better comes in here."
She then looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes. "Perhaps someone with your work ethic and compassion toward the customers."
"I thought you could cared less about customers."
"Paul, just because I'm not downstairs kissing ass all the time like Dad did doesn't mean I don't care. Those customers are the backbone of this business, and when they go away happy, I'm happy."
"I see," was all I could say.
"You know, I bet you'd make an excellent manager. It's just that I need to see some qualifications outside the fact that you are a good sales person."
"Well, let's see....." I began, before she came over and sat on the arm of my chair.
"Let me tell you," she said, giving me a sexy stare. "You have compassion. I've also notice that you spend a lot of time answering customers' questions, no matter how silly they may be."
"I always try to get a feel what they want," I nodded.
She smiled down at me again. "And you also seem to have a lot of younger buyers, unlike a lot of the guys down there. You take the time to make sure everything is right. Do you know how many times I've gotten complaints about salespeople rushing through transactions?"
