Kevin was grateful when his boss invited him home for dinner one Friday night. He had only been at the accounting firm for three months. He was fresh out of college and trying to fit in. George Jones, his boss, had built the company into one of the biggest firms in their town. Kevin was lucky to have landed there. He wasn't very social in college but in accounting that was okay. He minded his own business at work which was easy because of natural shyness and the general environment at the office.
But he was happy when Mr. Jones' secretary called and told him to be available Friday for dinner at the house. Around 5:30, Mr. Jones stopped by Kevin's cubicle and said gruffly, "ready to go?"
He then started walking while Kevin had to quickly grab all his stuff and follow. He caught up finally and Mr. Jones said "you'll come with me."
George Jones was a big man. He was probably twice Kevin's size, although Kevin was shorter than average and slight. The one man looked gruff and tough while the other almost tiny beside him. But George Jones was not really mean. He was nice but a man of few words who didn't smile much. He liked the new kid in the office. Kevin seemed like a hard worker and George liked hard work. He just never thought of saying anything if his wife didn't remind him to invite the new employee home. Kevin on the other hand was very grateful. Being invited to the boss's house seemed like a sure sign he had passed his probationary period.
They didn't talk much on the short drive except a few work questions. Kevin followed George into the house and heard George say "this is my wife, this is Kevin." As George disappeared, Mrs. Jones smiled and came over. Linda Jones was a couple years younger than George but still in her late 50s although she looked a few years younger. She wasn't as tall as George but in her heels she was much taller than Kevin.
She was pretty and very maternal looking. Something about her and her pleasing smile made you feel warm. But in addition to that warmth was a very soft sensuality that was hard to put your finger on. Her clothes were sensible, her skirts longer than the office women at George's firm, and nothing particularly low cut. But they were nice clothes and she had a magnetic personality.
Immediately, she made Kevin feel right at home. "Don't mind George, dear. He's not grumpy, he just can't help himself. I'm Linda Jones and we're both very excited to have you with us. George told me what a nice job you do for him at the company."
Her smile made Kevin feel at ease just as she intended. He told her, "Thank you very much, Mrs. Jones. It is very kind of you to invite me for dinner. I hope it isn't too much trouble, Ma'am."
Mrs. Jones immediately liked him. He called her Ma'am not by her first name. She liked that. She liked this young man a lot. "Aren't you, sweet? Somebody's mommy must have raised him right. Come over here and let me hug you." With that, she grabbed him and pulled him tight into her. He was so much shorter that his head nestled in the space between her soft and warm breasts, cradled between them. He didn't expect it but she did. Linda liked the feel of cradling him that way and she could see he liked it too. In fact, she could feel that it was making him hard. She liked causing that reaction in a younger man, especially a nice, polite, shy young man.
She released him and moved back to the kitchen. He wasn't sure what to do but he followed her. It was few minutes before George came back downstairs. He had changed out of his coat and tie but didn't look much different. Kevin was still dressed for work and ready to help in the kitchen. Kevin remembered the bottle of wine in his briefcase and went and got it and presented it to his hostess. That was the right thing to do.
She was happy that he was thoughtful; she appreciated the little things, and handed the bottle to George to open. "George be a dear and pour us some wine."
George grumbled but he opened the wine and poured his wife a glass. "I'm having a beer. What's your poison, Kevin?" Kevin didn't get a chance to react before Mrs. Jones did it for him. "Don't be silly George; Kevin will have some of the wine he brought. He wouldn't want me to drink alone."
That settled it for George and Mrs. Jones knew it. "George, why don't you relax in your den before dinner? I have Kevin to help and I'm sure he wants his boss nice and relaxed. I'll call you when we're done."
George was only too happy to leave the kitchen. He hated the kitchen and cooking. When he brought an employee home, they could damn well help cook for him, after all they worked for him. He knew his wife didn't care if he helped. In fact, she liked to meet knew people and have their help so it was good for both of them.
As he left, Linda Jones sized up the small but helpful young man with her. Then she turned around. "Kevin, be a good boy and help me out. Did you ever help your mommy with her dress when you were living at home? I need a hand with the zipper. I want to be careful and not get flour on me while we're cooking."
Kevin wasn't sure he heard her at first and he was confused but she was the boss or at least the boss's wife and he couldn't resist her anyway. "Yes, ma'am. Anything you say." So he unzipped her dress. His hands even trembled a little.
As he helped her out of it, he could tell she had another dress underneath. Actually it was a slip. It was an old fashioned slip. He was surprised. It didn't show much at all and it reminded him a little of an aunt when he was little but for some reason it made Mrs. Jones seem real sexy to Kevin.
She could read his reaction in his eyes and knew she had this young man hooked. He was so innocent. He was small and just reeked of innocence. She loved that and wanted to cradle him again but couldn't think of a reason yet. She loved the idea of partially undressing in front of him and acting like it was perfectly natural. She decided he would be easy to tease.
"Thank you, Kevin darling. Now hang my dress on the hanger on the back of the dining room door. It's new and I don't want to make a mess. There's no reason to be uncomfortable. I'm sure you've seen your girlfriend in something much more revealing than a nice slip, haven't you?"
As she asked him the question, she was putting on an apron and asking him to help her tie it in back. "Tie it nice and tight right above my panty line. I'm sure you can see the outline of my very dark panties through my thin white slip, can't you?"
Kevin was in heaven but tried to play it cool. "I don't actually have a girlfriend right now, Mrs. Jones. I've been busy settling into the city and with the new job I haven't had a lot of time for girlfriends with or without slips." Kevin concentrated on tying the apron. He found the sight of her panties through the slip very attractive and it made him feel a little guilty.
He hadn't spent a lot of time with women and sometimes they made him nervous. In fact, Mrs. Jones made him very nervous. Part of it was because he was attracted to her and he knew he shouldn't be. She was a lot older and married and his boss's wife. He knew he was probably completely over reacting to everything and was ashamed of himself for being so horny.
