I had just graduated from high school, and decided I wanted to be a hairdresser. I attended school for six months, then dropped out because I couldn't stand the smell of the chemicals.
I wanted a job in an office, as I was a very good typist and did well in my business classes in high school. I spread the word amongst my friends and relatives, but jobs were hard to come by at that time. One day, my father told me he had talked to Sam, who lived up the street, and he had said his office was looking to replace a secretary who had just retired.
My father called Sam and set up a meeting for us the next night.
I knew who Sam was, as he was the 40 year old uncle of one of my friends, so I felt comfortable meeting with him. The next night, after dinner, dad and I went to talk with Sam and he had me type a paragraph. He was amazed at my speed and accuracy.
He said he would talk to the manager who needed help. He called the next day and the manager wanted me to interview right away. Dad was home from work that day and said he would drive me up, as I had just gotten my driver's license and the job was in the city.
I told dad "I wasn't ready to drive in the city."
He said Sam had offered to drive me to and from work, until I felt I was ok to drive it myself. The interview went well. The manager asked me to start the following Monday.
I was very excited to start my new job. Sam picked me up at 7am. The day went very well and we headed home at 5.
The routine for a week or so was a little chatter about our lives and joke telling. Soon, however, Sam would start touching my arm, and sometimes my leg on my skirt as he emphasized a part of the conversation. I really didn't think anything of it, but it made me a little uncomfortable.
That weekend, I and my two best friends were at one of their parents house, who weren't home. She told us we had to watch this movie that her father kept hidden in his closet, along with a few more.
She set up the screen and projector, and started the movie. It was a porno film that showed, and explained, how to make your husband happy, leaving out no detail. We watched it twice! Then Jill put everything away before her parents returned home.
I knew I enjoyed it, as my pussy felt very warm!
The rides with Sam were the same, talking, him touching my arm and leg on my skirt.
Then, one day at work, Sam asked if it would be ok to stop at a bar we passed each night as the office people were celebrating a birthday for a coworker in the office.
I said "sure, but I needed to call my parents to let them know I'd be late." Everybody, including myself, had a good time as the drinking age then was still 18.
We said our goodbyes around 10 and headed home. As Sam was telling another one of his stories, he put his hand on my knee, just below the hem of my skirt on my skin, as I didn't wear pantyhose or stockings at the time. Then he pushed it up a little! I froze, waiting to see how far up he would push it! Thinking it was just the booze, I didn't say anything, and he didn't try anything else after that.
I told my friends what happened. They said "he was testing your limits, to see how far he could get, and that he was sure to try more until I told him to stop."
I didn't want him to get anywhere, but he was my ride. I needed to think just how far I'd let him go, to keep my ride and my job.
The workload increased and everybody had to work longer hours, usually till about 8, when we finished the days work. Friday came and Sam wanted to stop and have a drink to unwind a little, if It was ok with me.
I said, "it's your car and I'm along for the ride."
We left after a couple drinks. Being exhausted, I soon dozed off, only to be awakened by a hand resting against my tit but not squeezing it. I peeked a little, trying to not let Sam know I was awake. He had his hand resting very lightly against my tit. I groaned, and changed position a little, like I was just uncomfortable, not opening my eyes.
He quickly moved his hand and checked to see if I was awake.
He had to stop for a light at a brightly lit intersection. I felt my skirt move, and I peeked to see him lifting it, and looking up it.
He was probably disappointed to only see granny panties. I'm sure when he touched my tit he was trying to tell if he could feel my nipple, but I wore heavily padded bras at the time.
This went along for a while, stopping for drinks on Fridays, and me pretending to be asleep, even though I never fell asleep again. He would eventually rest his hand against my tit, I'd move a little, then he'd stop and then touch me again when he felt I was asleep.
Whenever he had to stop at the light, I would feel my skirt move, and watch him trying to see up it.
I actually started to enjoy our game and decided to buy a thin, sexy bra. The next Friday came, and I wore my new bra. When he touched my tit I could feel my nipple harden, and I'm sure he could also, as he pressed a little harder than he normally did.
Taking a peek at him, I could see that his cock was straining against his pants. I smiled to myself knowing it must not be very comfortable. I moved a little, and again he removed his hand. As I peeked again, he had moved it, and was rubbing his hard cock, which I enjoyed seeing. A little farther down the road, his hand had moved back to my tit, and I pushed out my chest a little against it.
That weekend, my friends and I stayed at Jill's house, the one with the movies, as her parents were out of town.
We all wanted to watch more of the movies! After watching some sucking and fucking, I told them that Sam had touched my tit, and had looked up my skirt when he thought I was sleeping.
They both said, "told you he was testing." Then they asked "so what did you do?"
I told them, "nothing."
Jill said "Nothing! You're going to fuck him if he tries, aren't you?"
I told them about the dream I had, that I actually did suck and fuck him, following the instructions in the movie we watched before. And that I had made myself cum, thinking about doing it.
They said," if you do, don't get pregnant!"
I said "I went to the doctor, and was now on birth control, just in case." The whole weekend, we watched all the pornos, some more than once!
During the next week, I thought about Friday night. I went out at lunch one day and bought a pair of lace panties and put them in my purse.
Friday came, again we stopped to unwind with a few drinks. I had more than a few and became a little tipsy. I squirmed on my bar stool, thinking about the ride home. Feeling my pussy getting damp, I went to the ladies room, took off my wet granny panties and put on my new lace ones. Really hoping we'd have to stop for the light that night. I checked out my pussy in the mirror to make sure the trim I had done looked nice.
After we left, I again pretended to fall asleep, hoping the light would be red. Soon, Sam's hand was against my tit, and I pushed back, ever so slightly so he couldn't tell the difference.
As I peeked, watching for the light, I felt my pussy getting wet. My hopes were fulfilled, as Sam actually slowed down to catch the red.
