I'm Doug Davis. I used to be the Sales Manager of a branch office of a middle-sized corporation. It was the only company that I had worked for that sanctioned two office parties every year. Every company has a Christmas party but we had a party in July at the end of our major sales campaign. The July party was even livelier than the Christmas party because it was there that we received our bonuses based on our sales performance.
Seventy-five people worked in our branch and of those about twenty were women. Most of the women were in the sales force but the one that stands out is the receptionist/call screener named Rachel. She is twenty years old and gorgeous. Her golden-brown hair perfectly frames her face. She is about five feet eight and has a smile that lights up a room. Her body is Victoria Secret class. Her breasts are her outstanding feature. I would guess them at about thirty-five C or D. She dresses to show them off. When she comes to my desk and leans on it to tell me something, the view is cock-hardening. Her breasts are round and appear very firm.
I was thirty-eight and not in the group of guys that continually harassed her with jokes and proposals. She was no prude. She would listen to their jokes and laugh at the funny ones but none of the guys in the office had ever been successful in taking her out. One guy even lost a bet that he could take her to lunch. I was business friendly with her but that was as far as it went.
Bonus Friday came and it was time for what was called the bonus party. We closed the office at three and brought in drinks and beer. It was a mix-your-own affair. I never had more than one weak scotch and water at a company party. I had seen too many people make fools of themselves after drinking too much. I didn't think I would do that but I couldn't afford to take the chance. Rachel had gone into the ladies' room just after three and changed clothes for the party. I thought she was sexy before she changed but after she did, she was a guy magnet. There was a crowd of salesmen around her throughout the party.
We were very successful during the year so everyone was happy with their bonus checks. The speeches were too long and too boring but everyone applauded the speakers anyway because they were the ones who doled out the bonus money. After the bonus checks were handed out, the party would begin to thin out. I glanced to my left and saw Rachel headed my way.
"I've got a favor to ask of you but I have to go the bathroom first," she said as she passed.
I could not imagine what the favor could be. I waited in anticipation for her to return.
"It's a really big favor," she said as she put her hand on my arm. "I need a ride home because I rode with Linda today and she is going to a lounge with some of the guys and I don't want to go."
"Sure," I replied. "When do you want to go?"
"Anytime you're ready," she said.
"Let's go," I said as we started moving toward the door.
It was funny to watch the faces of the guys that had been trying to romance Rachel all afternoon as I walked to the door with her holding my arm. Their emotions ranged from disbelief to envy to anger. I opened the passenger door of my Vette and she sat down. Because the seat was so low, her already short skirt slid up showing me her beautiful long legs and just a glimpse of her silk covered crotch. I went around and slid into the driver's seat. I fired the engine and took another look at my passenger. She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"I really appreciate you taking me home," she said. "I live on Curry Ford just off Conway."
"I'm glad to do it but I have to ask you something," I began. "With all those guys hanging around you and knowing that you could have your pick, why did you ask me to take you home?"
"Can you imagine what my life would be like if I went out with one of those guys?" she asked rhetorically. "I wouldn't have time to get any work done. Besides, you're nice to me and have never hit on me. If any other man else there took me home, everyone would assume that I fucked him. At least with you they won't be able to venture a guess. By the way, do you not hit on me because you don't like me or don't think I'm pretty?"
"It's because I respect you and I don't think that the workplace is the right place for trying to get laid," I said and noticed that she seemed to like the way I answered. "I do like you and I think that you are one of the prettiest and sexiest women that I have ever seen."
"Turn left into the next driveway," she guided me into her apartment complex. "I have some Dewars Scotch if you would like to come in and have a drink."
I didn't know what would happen but the more I watched her legs and her tight butt, the more engorged my cock became. I wasn't tenting my pants but I was afraid that my arousal was showing. I followed her into her living and was instructed to have a seat on the couch while she fixed us a drink. She returned with a scotch for me and a glass of wine for herself. I have a rule that I seldom break and that is that I won't engage in shop talk away from work. The fact that I was almost twice her age and had only work in common left us with little to discuss except the weather so we just sat there and sipped our drinks for a few minutes.
"I think it's great that we are comfortable enough one another that we don't feel that we have to talk and find it O K to have silence," she said. "Some men I date just talk to be talking."
"I bet you don't date any men as old as I am," I said. "What kind of men do you like to go out with?"
"I usually date men a few years older than me but I've never dated anyone over about twenty-eight," she said. "But you're different. I'd date you."
I wanted to ask why but didn't have the courage. She must have seen the question in my eyes because she continued.