Mr. Richards Makes Me A Real Woman
When I turned 18 I was a little out of place. I had just ended my senior year in high school yet I didn't even look 18. I was small, only 5'2", 95 pounds, long blonde hair, a deep full tan, green eyes and small yet perky 32 B tits. I wished I was bigger and actually looked my age, instead of looking like I had just turned 14.
So as school ended, I was preparing for my summer job at Macy's. I wanted to work at the makeup or the lingerie departments, but I had to accept the only thing they had open: the men's formal wear department. I mean it could be nice in there, because a lot of guys were good looking, but there were a few that just had no fashion sense and it seemed as if they were more work than anyone else.
One day my boss came up to me and said, "Julie I need you to take really good care of Mr. Richards when he comes in. He is our best customer and we always give him anything he wants or needs, so make sure you do the same."
I said OK and went about my business just wondering who this Mr. Richards was. I had no clue, but I figured if he was willing to spend the money, I'd do anything he asked, well in reason that is.
About 2 O'clock that afternoon, as I was busy entering some things into the computer, in walks this gorgeous older man. He looked just like Richard Gere to me and I fell into an instant trance just looking into his eyes. They were bright blue, and his hair was all silver in color, yet he only looked to be in his early 40's. He was well built, and tall, which I just love. I had never actually lusted after an older man before, but I found myself just drooling on the inside for this man.
"Hi, I'm John Richards and I had an appointment for 2", he said. "All of my measurements should be in the computer already, but I wanted some help picking out colors. I am looking to buy 3 suits and shirts and ties, and thought that a woman's opinion would help me out a lot."
"I... I... .I can help you with anything you need Mr. Richards!" I managed to stammer out. Man I felt like a total idiot. Here this man was looking for help and all I could do is act like a school girl with a crush. Not saying I wasn't, but that wasn't the image I was trying to portray.
I took him to our racks of suits and started picking out colors I thought would look good on him. He never disagreed with any of my choices and just kept smiling at me. Every time I made eye contact with him, it seemed his bright blue eyes just twinkled some more. Man, he had me going so bad. I would do anything he asked me too if he just kept looking at me the way he was.
After I had picked out his suits, and a few shirts and ties and socks and belts and shoes, I helped him get all of his purchases up to the register so I could ring him up. I knew his suits would have to be altered some, so the only thing I could bag up for him was his shirts and other accessories.
"When would you like to pick up your suits Mr. Richards?" I asked.
"Well, I was hoping to ask you for a favor, if you don't mind? I was hoping maybe you could bring them to my house for me, since I am always so busy. I would gladly pay you for your time and I will also pay for your gas to drive all the way out to my house and back."
This seemed too good to be true. I was actually going to his house and seeing him all alone, well I hoped we would be alone. It took all my might to not sound too excited as I blurted out, "OK! Anything for you Mr. Richards! Your suits should be done in a week, and all I'll need is your address and directions to your house and a good time to drop them off."
"I'll have my assistant get in touch with you and give you all the details you will need" he said.