“Oh, its no big deal, I just have to stay a bit late and get this stuff done is all, If you want to wait, I can run you by there when I’m done.”
“Wow, that’s really nice of you, thanks so much.”
I smiled and started getting back to my work. About half an hour went by and I was about to leave my office. I had just gotten to the door when it flew open and hit me, spilling a half a cup of cold coffee, which I was going to go dump, all over myself. Jessica placed her hands over her face and started apologizing and crying, saying how sorry she was. “I should have knocked, oh my God, I’m so sorry,” she pleaded.
I told her it was no biggie and teased that now she was going to owe me. She grabbed some napkins and started blotting at my shirt. I didn’t notice earlier how sweet her perfume was, but then again, she hadn’t been this close to me before either. As she blotted, I kind of leaned forward a bit and gently inhaled the sweet aroma. She noticed and said, “Prizm.”
“Huh?”
“Prizm, my perfume, its called Prizm.”
“Oh, its very sexy smelling,” I said, and then caught myself. “I mean it smells very nice.”
“I heard you the first time,” she snapped back sexily.
“I’m sorry, I should have chose my words more carefully”
“No!” she said, “I think its very flattering for an older guy to think I smell sexy.” “Do you really think I smell sexy Mr. C.?”
“Well, to be honest, yeah, I mean who wouldn’t think so, your perfume is simply intoxicating.”
She looked at me with glassy eyes that now showed a sexy droop to them. Bedroom eyes, is what came to mind. Oh, what was I doing, I’m a married man and this is one of my daughter’s dearest friends.
I remember way back when, she was one of the teenage girls that would come to my daughter’s sleepover parties and sit up giggling and carrying on all night. I never paid any attention to them though, hell, they were just teenagers. But now, here was one of them all grown up, a REAL woman. Her body has shape, curves that went in all of the right directions. Her breasts were large and full; I couldn’t help but imagine how firm they must be. Why, I bet her nipples have an upward point to them and giggle in just the right way when she’s fucked nice and hard. “Wake up!” I told myself. These impure thoughts were creating quite a panic in my pants now and I just knew she would notice.
Snapping me back to reality I heard her say, “Mr. C, I really turn you on, don’t I?”
Oh my God, she was staring right at my crotch and my cock was as hard as a log.
“I’m sorry Jessica, I guess my mind got to wandering and, and, well I’m sorry.”
“Please don’t be sorry, it’s very flattering.” “In fact, I’ve always been turned on by older men, I mean mature guys, the guys my age act like idiots and don’t even know how to flatter a girl.”
With those words said, she leaned into me and pressed her young lips against mine. I froze, not knowing how to react. She pulled back from me and looked hungrily into my eyes and then tried putting her lips on mine again. This time I didn’t hesitate, I kissed her back. Her tongue parted my lips and slid into my mouth. It was firm, warm and wet; it tenderly touched mine and swirled around it with passion. My arms went to her waist and pulled her into me. Her body was warm and relaxed, her hands went around my neck and her breathing became a bit erratic. We must have kissed for 10 minutes or so and my cock never did go soft during that time. We finally broke the kiss and she gave me a tender peck as she ended it, just before pulling away. I stood there is disbelief and probably looked a fool as I am sure I had nothing but a blank stare on my face.