Brad came to work for our company right out of college as a product specialist covering a three state area. He was tall and good looking, clean cut and hard working. He quickly made a positive impression on our customers, worked diligently and traveled extensively. His young wife Lori was a tall brunette with long legs, full natural breasts, a perfectly proportioned butt and a very pretty face.
They rented an apartment barely a mile from my house. I took them, 'under my wing' as one of the senior sales reps, so senior that at forty-four, I was easily old enough to be their father. They had a big, lovable Black Lab; I had a Great Dane and a Weimaraner. We often would walk our dogs together, sometimes taking them to, 'dog beach' where they were free to romp in the surf off leash. I had a big fenced yard, and often invited them over so the dogs could play together while we lounged by the pool.
The first time we went to the beach I gained a full appreciation of Lori's physical assets. She wore, a skimpy two piece bathing suit; she worked out constantly and displayed that fresh, natural, hard young body that always turns heads. She didn't flaunt it, it was just there.
Lori was not happy. She hated this part of the country, missed her home and family and resented the numerous overnights which Brad's job required. They had been married less than a year. She was an accountant, but had only been able to find a part time job with one of my customers as an accounts payable clerk. Since my job required me to call on accounts payable, I would stop by and see her once a week at her work.
I made it very clear to both of them that I was always available if they needed anything. They both felt guilty asking, since I had been very generous with my time and home as they got settled.
Finally, one morning, Lori called, in a panic, because she had to go to work, and there was no hot water. We had had a cold snap a couple of days earlier, which often resulted in low gas pressure; I assumed that the pilot light had gone out and told her I'd be right over to check it out.
When she opened the door, she was wearing workout clothes; she went to the apartment gym every morning, had obviously gotten undressed to shower, found no hot water, and thrown the same clothes back on. She smelled of sweet, sweaty young woman; it was very enticing.
I found the water heater and lit the pilot light. I told her what had happened, and showed her how to check to see if it was lit. As she bent to the floor to inspect the flame, her firm ass was tightly stretched against the thin, cotton work out trousers she was wearing, the crack of her ass was just peaking out and, you guessed it, I got a hard-on. I told her to check it every night before going to bed for a few days and always after a cold snap.
I told her there wouldn't be enough hot water for a shower for several hours. "Lori, grab your work clothes and come back to my house to shower. I've got four bathrooms, towels, shampoo, hair dryers---everything you might need. You don't appear to wear or need any makeup, so you really don't need anything but what you plan to wear to work."
She hesitated for a second, again not wanting to impose, but quickly realized my option was the best one. She followed me back in her car so that she could leave from there and not be late for work. I set her up in one of the guest bathrooms.
Now, I have to admit, I had fantasies of her tight, tall young body naked in the shower. When she came out, dressed for work I told her to leave her exercise clothes and I'd throw them in the washer. She thanked me profusely, gave me a brotherly hug and peck on the cheek, and scampered off to her car. I was, still am, a dirty old man. I sniffed her panties; I really hated putting them in the washer and losing, forever, the delightful funk of her sweaty young pussy.
I knew when she got home, so I drove over to her house to drop of the washed clothing. She offered me a drink; I demurred, saying I was going to take the dogs, who were in the SUV, for a run along the bike path. I asked if she wanted to join me with her dog. She smiled broadly and asked if I could wait while she changed. Lori was just too innocent to have left her bedroom door open on purpose as she changed. While she was not directly in view, the full length mirror on the closet door afforded me an excellent view. I didn't get any more of a look at her exciting young body than I would have at the beach, but there was something incredibly erotic about watching her peel off her panty hose and wiggle her cute little ass into some tight shorts and a tee top.
The three dogs always got along very well and were all leash trained to run at a heel. After we got done, I thought seriously about inviting her back for dinner; she seemed to want to invite me to stay for a while, but knew three big dogs in their small apartment wasn't a good idea. She gave me another hug, a little more intimate than the one that morning; I guess I had made it from brotherly to fatherly.
Over the next few weeks, Brad was gone a lot, and Lori called a couple of times to ask for help with some household issue. She had a sadness and a loneliness about her. They had no real friends, other than me, and she hated virtually living alone.
A few days later, she called, in the era before everyone had cell phones, from the pay phone at the local Quicky-Mart. She sounded terrified. She had gone to enter her apartment after work, and the door was unlocked, and she knew she always locked it.
Now it turned out, we found out later, that some idiot maintenance man from the apartment complex had gone in to replace furnace filters and had failed to lock the door when he left. I told her to drive over to my house and we'd go back together. I asked her if she'd called the police. She said no, because she's called them before and there was nothing to it, and they treated her like a nervous female and scolded her about false alarms. I left the front door open so she could just come in and went to get my Glock.
I had a concealed carry license. I had worked as a cop to earn my way through college. I had identified myself as a former law enforcement officer and Army MP Captain when I first moved to the sleepy little beach town I now resided in. I was, what is today known as, 'POST' qualified. I told the chief of the seven man police department that, if I could ever help out in an emergency or during a natural disaster, I was available. The police chief promptly issued me the carry license and gave me ID which identified me as a reserve officer, cautioning me not to use the ID unless he personally activated me in an emergency. The carry license was good throughout the state, and I could carry concealed anywhere an active cop could.
I called the chief before she arrived and quickly briefed him on the situation. I told him that one of his officers had been a little stern with her on a previous occasion. She was just a young, attractive girl, far from home whose husband traveled a lot and she was scared.
