Working in a bar
So here I am due to some financial miscalculations during my university years having to work 2 jobs, during the day I work in the IT department of a large financial services company in Colchester, 3 evenings a week I work in a local bar to make ends meet.
My name is Steve and I am 24 years old, I am 6ft tall with dark brown hair and an average body though I do get a workout most days normally by lifting and changing beer barrels. I am quite popular with the ladies at both my work places as I have a winning smile and a sunny disposition.
I flirt with the ladies where I work but it always seem to be older ones that really catch my attention, there is something about that slightly wrinkled faces and sensible but classier dress sense that draws me in, or it could be the fact that I lost my virginity aged 18 to my mate's mum.
"How I lost my virginity 6 years earlier"
Chris Armstrong was my best mate through school and 6th form and we were always close. We used to spend nights around each other's houses and play video games or watch DVD's.
Chris' mum was called Sharon, she was a mumsie type mum if you know what I mean, always dressed respectably and impeccably nearly always in a blouse and cardigan with slacks, with her short blonde hair styled neatly, there was never a hint of cleavage or inappropriate flashes of skin, that's not to say she wasn't attractive, she had a beautiful face and from what I could tell a slim body. She would always fuss over us and make sure we had enough to eat or drink, she was always smiley and was very touchy feely with me, she would always hug me when I arrived and left and would insist that I called her Sharon.
One day I popped round on the off chance to see Chris, Sharon answered the door but looked like she had been crying, she was all smiles as usual but her mascara was smudged and her eyes were puffy. I hugged and just said "What's wrong Sharon?"
That set her off again and she buried her head into my chest, "Chris' dad has been cheating on me and he told me last night that he is going leave me, he has taken Chris on a last minute father/son bonding trip and to tell him, he told me I was fat, old and ugly and that he was upgrading to a newer and younger model."
I didn't have much experience of dealing with crying women so just held her and stroked her back. She just held me close and I just said "Excuse my French Sharon but he's a bastard and will come crawling back when his younger bit of fluff gets bored with him and he realises that he has left the perfect woman behind."
She looked at me through her puffy eyes and stroked my face, "Thank you for trying to make me feel better" she said. I stayed the evening being with her on the sofa and made sure she had enough food and joined her in a bottle of wine, she got changed into her pyjamas half way through the evening. Her pyjamas were pink and silky; she laid her head on my lap and I stroked her back and side whilst watching TV. I soon realised that the feel of her silky pyjamas and the fact I could no longer feel a bra as I stroked her back was giving me a rampant stiffy. She felt it when she moved her head and looked at my face and then my groin; she smiled and said "How sweet," and sat up and laid her head on my shoulder.
She fell asleep and I carried her upstairs and lay her gently on her bed and covered her with the duvet, at this point I twigged that Mr Armstrong always slept in another room. I had been told that it was because he snored but was it something else? I grabbed a blanket from the hall cupboard and fell asleep on the sofa. I woke at 7 in the morning to the smell of toast being wafted under my nose.
"Wake up" said Sharon, she was up showered and dressed. "Thank you for being there last night, I really appreciated it."
"No problem, sorry for the Errr thing," I said
She smiled and said "No problem, I'm just pleased that I can get that reaction from a young man."
"You always have done from me," I said before shutting myself up by biting into the toast.
She looked at me and said "Thank you, you are the just the ego boost a newly single lady needs, now can you come round tonight? I'll cook you lasagne."
She knew lasagne was my favourite meal, "Ok, I need to let my mum know what's going on and I can stay as long as would like me to."
"Bring a few days worth of clothes, I don't want to be alone in the house." she said.
Chris rang and told his mum that was going to be away with his father until the following week, he wanted to spend time with him before he left the house.
I returned to the Sharon's that evening after 6th form and was greeted by the smell of lasagne and home made garlic bread; she seemed in a cheerful mood. "I've been to see a solicitor and am going to take him to the cleaners, for some reason that and having you here makes me feel a whole lot better about myself," she said.
I kissed her on the cheek and watched as she bent down to the oven, she did in fact have a lovely arse, it wasn't fat and looked good in her slacks, "Nice arse," I said as she put the lasagne dish down on the hob.
"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were hitting on me," she said.
"Would it matter if I did?" I asked,
She smiled and just said "Dinner is ready."
We ate in silence at the table in the kitchen until she said "Do you really think I'm attractive?"
I just thought I was massaging her ego when I said "I've always thought so and if your fuckwit of a husband can't see that then he is a knob." She looked at me and said "Will you hug me again on the sofa whilst we watch TV again like last night?"
