Hello my name is Charlize Waters. Everyone calls me Charlie. I'm quickly approaching 30 years of age and dreading it. The big 3 0. I've been pulling gray hairs out of my hair brush for the last year. I'm also noticing lines on my forehead whenever I look in the mirror. Some might say that 30 isn't old at all, but you have a tendency to feel old when the majority of your co-workers don't know who the Fraggles were and can't legally buy alcohol. I work in a college town in a store that sells textbooks and apparel for the college.
There are times however when this crowd makes me feel like I'm much younger than I am. They make it easy to remember what 18 and 19 were like. And to some extent I feel like I'm reliving those years of my life. One person in particular has made me feel young and beautiful. For me feeling beautiful is rare. Even when I was actually 19 I never felt like I was beautiful.
I stand 5'5" tall. I'm very slender at 120 pounds. I'm not well endowed. My bra size is a 36A. I have two features which I feel are good and I'm proud of. The first is my hair which is very dark with natural red highlights that come out best in the summertime. My hair is straight with a very subtle wave and falls to my ass. My ass is in my opinion the sexiest thing on my body. My hips are pretty round and shapely which gives my butt an ample shape.
When JC started to work at the bookstore we became friends right away. We worked in the back room of the store most of the time. The bookstore bought back thousands of books from the students of the university at the end of each semester. Sorting, pricing and shelving books are tasks that fell on me and a select few between terms. The semester JC worked he was one of the people given the task. In order to keep the task of getting book ready for the upcoming term without it getting to monotonous we generally take pop shots at one another. Without the jokes this job would be pretty much unbearable. JC as it turned out was a hell of a joker. And most of his jokes were innuendoes. I can't remember a summer when I laughed so much at work. He really made the chore almost enjoyable.
One day JC and I decided to grab lunch together at the Koney Island which had opened that summer just a few doors away from the bookstore. We sat in a booth and started talking a little about ourselves. I was amazed at how much we had in common. We shared a lot of the same views on a variety of topics such as religion and things as trivial as music. We also had one thing in common that I was shocked that I could admit to him. We were both incredibly sexually frustrated. JC had just turned 19. I think young men at that age are perpetually frustrated about sex. So I wasn't surprised at all that he was. But I was surprised at how easily I could admit my frustration to him.
I am a very physical woman. And I had just come out of a very long a passionate relationship. I'm not a sex addict, but going from having sex and intimacy everyday to nothing at all was a shock to my system that I didn't enjoy at all. I saw a glint of humor and lust flash in JC's dark brown eyes as I made this admission to him. For some reason his expression made me blush and feel the rush of arousal course through me. He laughed a got up from the booth to pay his bill. I knew my nipples were jutting through my shirt without even looking down. Since I have such small breasts I rarely wear a bra in the summer. They're itchy and uncomfortable when I'm hot and sweating. That just happened to be a day when I was braless. I sat a moment longer watching him walk up to the counter. His ass, thighs and calves were firm from countless hours on rollerblades. I groaned, frustrated. I would have to return to work turned on. I paid my bill and we walked back to work.
The remainder of my shift was torture. I knew my nipples were visible from a mile away. JC was relentless with the innuendo. I knew he was aware of my arousal and he was fucking with me. At one point I was placing a book on a shelf in the backroom. He walked up close behind me. Close enough for me to feel the bulge in his jeans and his hot breath on my neck. His arm reach around me and he pinched my left nipple hard then twisted the right. I clenched me teeth and held my breath to repress the moan of pleasure that rose in my throat. He laughed and walked away. I smiled to myself. He was as uncomfortable as I was.
I was both relieved and a little let down that he left an hour before my shift ended. I worked my ass off for that last hour. I accomplished a lot and my arousal had lessened a bit. I knew that the summer was going to be long hot one in many ways. I stopped at my favorite café on my way home. JC was sitting there looking smug with a glass of iced tea in his hand. I pretended not to notice him and went into the shop. I was flustered again. I knew he was waiting for me out there on the patio. I spent countless hours in that coffee shop and had never seen him in there before.
I look through the window as I stood in line. God he looked good in that t-shirt. The way it conformed to his muscles sent a tingle through me. I generally wasn't attracted to guys so much younger than me. But JC had something about him. The way he carried himself was alluring. His tight Hispanic curl was begging me to run my fingers through it. My clit was throbbing as I ordered my iced tea. I felt his eyes upon me as I gave the cashier my money and waited for change.
I sat alone on the patio. Trying to make it seem as if I were waiting for someone. I checked my watch and fidgeted a lot. I looked around looking for my nonexistent friend. I knew JC was watching me though I tried not to look over in his direction. My eyes did wander to him constantly. Every time I looked in his direction I noticed some feature that I was hungry for. His smooth dark skin glistened with sweat. His full lips were turned up in a mischievous smile. I was sure he knew that I wasn't waiting for anyone. And I knew he was still aware of my frustration. And he was gorgeous. It was getting to be too much. I pulled a book out of my bag and pretended to read. In my state however I found it impossible to focus on the words on the pages.
I was concentrating so hard on trying to read that I didn't see JC leave his table. He went inside to get a refill on his tea. Then made his way to my table. I didn't notice him sit close behind me. But I did feel his breath on my neck as he leaned in close to my ear. I shivered despite the heat of the evening.
"It looks like you've been stood up," he whispered playfully.
"Yeah," was all I could muster. His nearness was intoxicating.
"Would you like some company?" He chuckled as he ran an ice cube along the base of my neck. He chuckled again when I gasped and shivered.
I put my book down and leaned back in my chair. JC ran his long fingers through my hair. I love having my hair played with. I sighed from the pleasure of the tingle that went through my body. His hands were gentle as he brushed my hair with his fingers. He pushed my hair aside; he freed every strand that stuck to my neck. A breeze blew on my skin. It felt exquisite.
"You have a lovely neck," JC whispered in my ear. He ran his tongue from the base of my neck to the base of my skull. "Milky white, with just the right amount of salty."
My breathing had become a little heavy. He was teasing me relentlessly. His tongue felt wonderful. His soft lips and teeth nibbled on my skin, tickling me all the way down to my clitoris. I wanted him so bad.
"Look at the time," he said. "I have to go. See you at work tomorrow." He teased my nipples a bit then stood up and left.
I watched him leave. I wanted to hate him. I knew this was going to be a long summer. He wouldn't leave me be. I knew he was as horny as I was. Was it worth the frustration to get me all aroused then walk away? He was obviously enjoying his little game. I decided I would play along and see where it led.
I walked into work the following morning wearing a flimsy sundress that was translucent in the right lighting. The kind of lighting only the sun would produce. The benefit of working in the backroom of a bookstore is that you don't have to wear a uniform. At this particular store there was pretty much no dress code. JC was there shelving books. He wore another one of those t-shirts that just clung to him perfectly. His jeans were better fitting than usual. His hair was pulled back as neatly as possible, which I knew wasn't easy with his curls. He looked me over with a smug look on his face. I saw a bit of a gleam in his eyes. I knew he was going to fuck with me just as much if not more than he had the previous day. I had every intention of playing his game.
"I think we should go to the Koney Island again today," I suggested. "Those fries were awesome. And I liked the pickles too."
He simply nodded and continued to work. I stood close behind him on tip-toes and blew in his ear softly. "You're not the only one who can play games," I whispered. I ran my finger lightly down the curve of his graceful back to his butt. He leaned into my touch. I walked away.
I was determined to have him. I would do anything I could to make the desire mutual. Our eyes met many times throughout the course of the morning. It was satisfying to see his pupils dilate when I brushed up against him randomly. He retaliated whenever he passed by me. Discreetly brushing my nipple or pinching. He grabbed my ass and commented on it. He laughed every time I had to stifle a moan. I was going to have him before I went to bed that night. That was my determination.
We took the same booth we had the previous day at lunch time. I felt I could be more open at the restaurant than I could be at work. I slipped my foot out of my sandal and placed it between his legs. I was pleased to feel the bulge under the high arch of my foot. I stared in his choc lately eyes and watched his pupils get big. His radiant grin was full of frustration and pleasure. I rubbed his hard-on with my foot, feeling his cock move inside his pants.
JC wrapped his hands around my bare calf. He massaged the muscles in my leg and worked his way to my foot. His agile fingers worked the arch of my foot. He knew just where to put pressure to send the sensation straight up my leg and to my crotch. I smiled daringly at him. He returned my smile.
"Your skin is like fine silk," he commented casually. He was good with words. My heart fluttered. "I would like to explore more of it."
I smiled and responded, "I'm sure you would. What makes you think the feeling is mutual? You're practically a baby and I'm no cradle robber."