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My wife and I separated and divorced when I turned 30. We didn't have any k**s yet, so I felt quite free. It was a big weight off of my chest! After the divorce was final, I decided to change jobs (And basically careers) and go from being a Network Administrator, to opening up my own PC Repair shop. I had some money saved up, and it didn't cost too much to get started. I had a bunch of used PC's, monitors, parts, and so on, and kept a nice selection on new processors, fans, chassis, and so on. I was almost starting to make money after about a year, and I got lucky. I started a contract with a company to build them about 100 computers per year. After that, I started bidding on some county and state projects, and next thing I know, I was working and making money! This story is about how I grew and needed to hire an employee. Mrs. Sims ended up being that employee.
Once per week on Monday nights I donated my time to a large church by my house. I took a bunch of old laptops in and set them up, and had senior citizens and other older (some were as young as in their 50's) folks from the church come to learn how to use a PC. It started off with only about 3 people showing up the first two weeks, but word got around, and it was up to 8 people after a couple of months. It was mostly men wanting to learn to use the internet, but the women wanted to learn to use Excel and Word, as they were good at typing, and wanted more skills. One of the ladies, Carol Sims, was attending to learn how to get some skills so she could get a job. Mr. Sims never had to work, her husband did well in insurance, but he was no longer able to work due to bad diabetes and he needed to stay home. They weren't financially able to just retire, so she had to go to work.
Mrs. Sims is actually kind of pretty for an older woman (I will give her age later). She always dresses nicely (You could tell they had been living comfortably) but she is shy, and not real talkative like the older men in the class. The men are all mouthy and opinionated, and talk all the time.
Mrs. Sims had colored hair. Kind of brown, red tint. She seemed to be in good shape, kind of skinny. I never really noticed her breast size or rear end size (Until later). She didn't seem to wear much make up that I could tell. She did have pretty blue eyes.
I really enjoyed giving back to the senior citizens who came to learn about computers. I figured it would eventually come back to me somehow. But it seemed to be the same thing. The men only wanted to know how to get around the internet, and the women wanted to learn applications. I added more and more software to these laptops, and after a few months (When I was getting busier at my work) decided I was going to need a part time helper at my store. To give you an idea, I had a storefront in an older building in our town, actually close to the church. I live in a fairly large community. The storefront is about 1500 square feet, which I have the front two-thirds as retail, and the back third of it is my workarea. It was an old dry cleaners, so it always had an odd smell to it.
Anyway, it got to the point where I could pretty much spend about 10 minutes with the men, and they were on their own. I think they came to the church to get free internet, and have a helper when they got stuck. Mrs. Sims wanted to learn as much as she could, but never really told me why. She just said she wanted to learn the computer.
One evening, after I closed up the store, I headed to a different grocery store to pick up my usual...Bread, cheap meat, chips and soda. Nice diet for a single guy. I treated myself to TV Dinners and ice cream sometimes. As I went to check out, there was Mrs. Sims at the register! I said hello, and she had a HUGE smile and greeted me as if I was a close friend. As she was checking out my items, I asked her how long she had worked there.
"Only a few weeks. I have to work because of my husband's health. He has diabetes, and he has to have surgery on his feet or he will lose them. He cannot work anymore, and we are waiting on his disability to kick in. "
"I am sorry to hear that. Do you enjoy it here? Maybe it is a blessing in disguise???"
"No. That is why I am trying to learn all I can from you, so maybe I can get an office job. I cannot get the hours I need here, and when I do work, my husband gets upset I cannot make him supper." I was not sure how to respond to that.
"Mrs. Sims, I will do my best to teach you all I can so that can happen."
She is a pretty nice lady, so I thought I would do her a big favor. The next Monday I asked her if she had a few minutes afterwards for me to assist her more with her PC practice. She said yes. I decided to give her one of the laptops so she could work on it at home.
"I can't take this, it is yours."
"Mrs. Sims, these are extras from my shop. I have 20 more just like them that I bought from a company that went out of business. Please, just practice your typing and get better. Getting a good office job will be a good thank-you."
She smiled and shook my hand. I looked at her and because I thought it was a strange thing to do...To shake my hand. Her hands looked older than her face. She had skinny, veiny hands, kind of wrinkly. Her fingernails, however, were PERFECT. I could tell she had been getting manicures for years, and she had a French manicure. I thought it looked great.
Back at work, I was falling behind. Whenever I would get a good groove on working on PC's, I would either get a customer, or would have to go on a service run. My on-site charge was so much higher than my drop-offs that I never turned down on-site work. The problem was I had to close and lock the store and put a note 'Be back in an hour'. I really had to get a part time helper. I wanted a techie from the local New Horizons, but I knew that I could only get someone for about 2 or 3 months, then they would get another job. I needed to train someone, and keep him.
That weekend, I went out for a Beer run and some food and saw Mrs. Sims at the grocery store. I asked her how her practice was going.
"I cannot thank you enough. Can you help teach me write a resume? It would be short because I haven't worked since I was 17 when I got married. That was over 35 years ago, and don't know what to put down." She said it kind of quietly, so other people could not hear her, afraid to lose her job.
"Of course. That is a GREAT idea for next Monday."
"Oh, I need to see your ID. You have some beer here." Great...I forgot they scan your Driver's License at this store.
"Her you go" I said to her, handing it to her. She scanned it and looked at it.
"You are a young pup...Only 31. I have a son older than you." She said.
"Really? No way. Mrs. Sims, it is not proper to ask a lady her age, but I cannot believe that."
"Would you believe I am 53? My husband is 58. I just wish he didn't just eat whatever he wanted all these years."
"I am sorry. I wish I could do something" Then her voice lowered again.
"Please, if you can help me with my resume, it would be so wonderful."
"Sure, Mrs. Sims." She gave me a huge smile. Her teeth were nice. No ugly spots, and they were all nice and straight. It made her look very pretty. Her hair, that brownish-red color, was just about shoulder length and wavy, and looked nicely brushed. As I walked away, I turned around to look at her again. She actually had a nice shape in her grocery clothes. They were black slacks and a cotton shirt.
The next Monday came, and it was very crummy weather. Mrs. Sims and one old man were the only two that came. We had thunderstorms that kept the others at home. The old man did his thing on the internet, and I started working with Mrs. Sims on her resume. It was difficult...No, impossible. She had 3 months of relevant work experience. All at a grocery store, and she wanted to work in an office. Who the heck would hire her? Then I came up with an idea while we were trying to think of how to word her resume.
"Are you comfortable with money?"
"Yes, I deal with it at Kroger."
"What about customers. Do you like dealing with customers?"
"Yea. I guess. I seem to."
"Well, what hours are you wanting?"
"I, well, um, I don't really want to work after 4. It upsets my husband that he has to wait till I get home to eat, and with his blood sugar messing up it is hard."
"Would you want to work for a small company? I have just the right place that would hire you."
"With this resume? Who would hire me?"
"I would. I need someone part time to help with customers so I can go on-site and keep the store open, as well as answer the phone. I need help, and you could help. I open the store at 9am, but I am there by 7 or so most days because I am swamped. You would help out a lot. And if you need time off, just ask. Let's see. If you work 9 to 4 that is 35 hours per week, unless you can work Saturdays, too. Then I would only have you work 5 hours, so you work full time. I won't make you stand all day, and there will be some slow time for me to teach you about computers."
"I can't do any of that."
"Why not? The offer stands. You can think about it. I need the help. What are they paying you there? 10 bucks an hour?"
"Close to it."
"I could do 12.50 per hour, but I cannot give you any benefits. I am not big enough for that, but, like I said, if you need off, just say so."
"Let me think about it...And talk it over with my husband."
"Sure."
The next day at 8am I was in the office, the phone rang. It was Mrs. Sims.
"Frank said he was fine with it. He wants me home in the evening time, and I am too tired to do those night shifts at Kroger. I have to put in my notice. Is that okay?" I was quite excited. She was going to be my first employee ever. This was going to be awesome.
A few weeks later she showed up at the shop, and I let her in. I had to laugh under my breath. She was dressed up.
"Mrs. Sims, you look really professional. You look very nice, but you don't have to dress like that to work here. I only wear Khakis when I know I have to go see customers, otherwise, I have jeans on in the winter and shorts on in the summer."
"I am sorry, do I need to go home and change?"
"No, ma'am. I just want you to be comfortable." She had on slacks and a nice blouse with one of those thick vests with lots of flowers on it like ladies in their 50's wear.
The day went well. I showed her how to do things like ringing up customers and answering the phone. I told her not to worry about the techie type stuff, to give customers my cell phone for those things. It went pretty well with her.
After a few months, work was great. I was catching up, and putting in more bids, and winning more bids, and getting busier and busier, and Mrs. Sims seemed happy. I even bought a small fridge and microwave for us to keep food and drinks and heat up our lunch. She would clean like crazy, and my shop looked so nice and organized. She even knew the difference between a graphics card and a hard drive!
However, she came in on a day and didn't say much. I didn't push the issue. We never talked at much of a personal level.
"How are ya today, Mrs. Sims?"
"I am fine, Dave." She didn't say more. After a few hours, I knew something was wrong.
"Mrs. Sims, do you need to take the afternoon off?"
"No. I will be fine. Frank and I got into it this morning. He is really down because he feels he may never work again, and is not taking it well, so he was yelling at me. I was up late cleaning and making sure the house is nice, and I am tired, and my feet hurt, and I am just not well rested. But I will be okay."
"Go take the day off. Do what you need to do."
"No, I don't want you upset because of what is going on at home with Frank."
"Well, the offer stands. You can take off any time you want."
"Thank you. Do you mind if I just sit down and work and type out invoices and things today? I am just worn out."
"Sure, whatever."
As the day went on, she seemed to be happy with customers, then get sad. I came up from my workbench and saw her rubbing her feet.
"You okay, Mrs. Sims?"
"Yea, I am just dealing with hurting feet."
"Here, have something for that." I went into our restroom (Which smelled like flowers and was so nicely stocked with everything needed thanks to Mrs. Sims) and got the hand lotion from the vanity. I walked over to Mrs. Sims and pulled up a chair.
"May I?"
"What, Dave?"
"Place one of your feet up here on my leg...I will rub your feet for you..."
"No, that is okay."
"I am sorry, would you husband be upset?"
"Probably, but he never rubs my feet...I have to deal with his because of his diabetes."
"Here, I promise to be professional with it...If you don't like me doing it, I will stop." She looked at me, and raised her foot up to my knee. We were sitting in the front part of the shop, but in an area that if a customer came in, he/she could not exactly see what we were doing. I put a bunch of lotion on my hands and started caressing her feet. They were quite pretty. Her toenails were finely pedicured, and they matched her fingernails. She did not have long, skinny toes, but nice, smooth toes, and nice feet that didn't seem to look as old as her hands. I rubbed between her toes, up and down the top of her foot, and on the bottom. I looked up at her, and caught her looking at me.
"Now the other foot." I said. She popped off her shoe, and I continued to lovingly caress her pretty foot, just like the first one. I was totally enjoying it.
"How does that feel, Mrs. Sims?"
"I could get used to this."
"Well, good. I will gladly keep doing this if you keep being a great employee. Speaking of that, I really am happy with you being here. I want to make you an offer. You keep working at your rate, but if you either bring in new business, or upsell a customer, I will give you half of the profit. You know how the profit is here, right?"
"Sure, but don't expect miracles. I like working for you, but I don't know if that kind of pressure will be good for me." Mrs. Sims seemed to be lacking in self-confidence sometimes.
"No worries. It will be like a bonus for you." During this time, I moved from her foot up to her ankle and achilles heal with the lotion. Mrs. Sims seemed to let out a moan that I could faintly hear.
" I need to get back to my systems. I hope that helped, Mrs. Sims."
"Like I said, I could get used to that."
What I didn't tell her is that it turned me on SO MUCH to do that to her. I wanted to just whip out my cock and stroke it on her feet with that lotion. I know I couldn't though. I was horny the rest of the afternoon. I couldn't wait to get the store closed to go home and jerk off...To her beautiful feet.

The next day, Mrs. Sims came in to work in a much better mood. It was wintertime, and she was all bundled up from the near zero temperature we had outside. When she took off her coat, she had on like a t-shirt material shirt, and slacks. She took off her boots and put on some open toed sandle-type shoes. I couldn't wait to see her toes again!
It was a pretty normal work day, and Mrs. Sims was quite happy, and great with the customers.
"I have my first sale!" She exclaimed.
"What do you mean?"
"A friend of mine wanted more memory for her computer, and is coming up later to buy it, and have us install it. So it is my sale, right?"
"Of course! Awesome job!" Wow, that was fast. She was really excited about her job. I promised her I would give her the bonus. We buy 1gb memory DRAM for about $13 and sell it for double (That is what we do for most items. That is pretty typical of the markup for most PC items) and I charge $35 for the installation, because I run diagnostic tests when I install it.
I told Mrs. Sims that $13 of the sale of the ram was profit, and I count half of the $35 as profit, so it came to $30.50 as profit. I actually was so happy for her, I pulled out a 20 dollar bill and handed it to her, and I told her to keep the change. I told her the "Bonus" would come in as cash. She was so happy.
"This will be MY money, not for bills at home. Franks won't know about it. I can get my nails and hair done with this money, and I can go spend money on myself."
"That is awesome. Keep the sales up, because we will both win!"
And so it went, and we had a nice shop going. Around a week later, Mrs. Sims approached me.
"Dave, um, would you mind rubbing my feet again?"
"Sure, come back to the workbench. That way I can monitor these O/S loads I am doing." A few minutes later, she came back. She already had her shoes off, those pretty shoes she wears with everything. She sat next to me.
"Are you sure you don't mind doing it?" She asked.
"Mrs. Sims, it is the least I could do for you.. I have gained my sanity back with you here, and I have made a bunch of money thanks to you." With that, I started rubbing her foot. I had tan khakis on, and they were loose fitting. It wasn't any time before I got horny and hard as a rock rubbing her foot. I figured she had to notice, if she was looking in the least bit. My khakis were the dress up type, with a different, more dressy material... It showed the lining of my hard cock much easier.
"Here let me do your other foot." I told her. She swiped her foot across my lap, and brushed up on my cock, accidentally. I pretended not to notice, and went for her other foot. I am actually not sure if she noticed. I lovingly caressed her foot and ankle. Her moan actually was louder this time. Her moan made my cock twitch in my pants. I KNOW she saw it, but she said nothing. It seemed like only a few minutes, but I actually rubbed her feet for 20 minutes. I think I enjoyed it more than she did. (In remembering this, as I type, it has made my cock so hard thinking back on it.)
"Are you comfortable with me rubbing your feet like this, Mrs. Sims?" I thought I would ask because I figured she HAD to know it was making my cock so hard.
"Do you not like to do it? I like it. I look forward to it. It makes me relax, because once I go home, there is no relaxing. Frank seems more demanding then ever, and he is not appreciative of what I do for him."
"I just thought, well, you know. It kind of made me excited today doing it to you. I don't have a foot fetish or anything, it is just that, well, I don't know. It just made me excited." I was trying to get the right words out. I did not want to lose my only employee. Not now...
"I noticed, and don't be embarrassed. I am a married woman, and I will let you know if I get uncomfortable. Right now I enjoy my job, and I think it is a nice benefit to get my feet massaged. It is much cheaper than the massages that Frank and I pay for. Or should I say USED to get to pay for, since he cannot work now." So, there it was. She is really pissed about not getting to do the things she used to do. I know she tries so hard, and she loves working with me. I think it is mostly for the money, but she is helping my business out immensely!
"Mrs. Sims, what were you paying for a professional massage?"
"We would buy a 5-pack for $500 for 45 minute massages. I haven't been back to her for about a year now. I am hoping to save up my money to go to her again. It really relieves my stress."
"What all does she do?"
"Oh, mainly my back, arms, and hands and then my legs and feet. You are taking care of my feet, which helps, but it only helps so much."
"Thanks, I think..."
"No, No, No...Take it as a compliment. Really, I am sorry if I offended you. It feels great, but I am ready to have the full body massage."
"Well, here...Take this money. Consider it pre-payment for your next bonus you will bring me." With that, I handed her $200.00, enough for her and Frank to get their massages. She tried to give it back, but I insisted.
"Take it. I am sure with his diabetes, he needs it. Tell him it is a gift from me to him for letting you work with me." With that, she thanked me, and we went back to work. She scheduled the massage for that weekend, and she came back the next Monday in great spirits.
"Dave, what are your long term plans for the business?"
"I have no idea. Pay my bills this month and hope there is some left over for food for me." I was half k**ding, half serious. "Why are you asking?"
"Because Frank and I are always fighting, and I am thinking about separating with him. I cannot afford to lose this job though. I don't know where I would go, or what I would do."
"Don't split up with him. He is hurt because he cannot work...Actually, I have thought about that. I have work for him, for him to do at home, if he is interested. I will pay him what I pay you. It is simple. I will take home these screws I get with my chassis. I have to separate them because they are in a big bag all mixed up. I need the larger chassis screws separated from the Hard drive and floppy drive screws. It would gain me about an hour or two per day, and he can go as slow as he wants. He could get about 15 hours per week, and keep his disability because I won't pay him enough to go over the limit."
"I am not sure he would do it...He is pretty proud."
"Well, tell him it would be about $200 to $250 per week extra. Just ask him. I will take some screws home with you for him to test it out."
Surprisingly, he took me up on the offer. Their relationship seemed to get better over the next month or so, and I was in a good mood. Spring had arrived, and it was warming up, so I could travel farther out for some projects and make more money.
"Mrs. Sims, how are the massages going?"
"We cannot afford them. Franks medical bills are just too high. We are doing okay, but we don't have that extra money lying around."
"Why haven't you asked me to massage your feet lately?"
"I wasn't sure if you really liked doing it."
"Well yea, I do. I just want you to be a happy, hard working employee. Trust me, I think I enjoy it as much as you." That was in reference to my cock getting so hard the last time I did it.
"How about after lunch, then?" She said.
"That is cool. I have to go out and get some more parts at Frys. I can get us some lunch." I took off, and brought a surprise back to the office for Mrs. Sims.
When I got back, we ate, and I told her I was going back to the back bench to work, and I told her when she wanted, I would massage her feet again.
She came back, and had already taken off her shoes. I hadn't paid too much attention, but she had capris on. They were the type that flared on the bottom. They were the type that many women in their 50's wear. I was sitting in my chair and she sat next to me. I told her that instead of sitting across from me, I told her to kind of sit next to me.
"Why?" She asked.
"You have those capris on...I can rub around your ankles better if you are a little closer. If you want, I can massage your legs. You tell me how the lady does it. It will be another benefit of working here for you."
"Okay, thanks. Let's see."
With that, I pulled out a bottle of the new K-Y Massage Oil they sell at Walgreens.
"What is that?"
"Massage oil. I think it will feel better to you."
What I didn't tell her is that is was warming oil. I hope she liked it. I started massaging her wonderful feet. She closed her eyes. She seemed totally in the moment, fully content. I poured more oil on my hands and went up to her ankle and the edge of her capris. I was hoping no one would come into the shop. It was usually totally dead in the shop from 1 to 4 or so. The phone rang a bit, though. As I rubbed her leg, I just stared at her leg. For a lady her age, her legs were awesome. Not fat, not skinny. A fair amount of muscle tone. Very nice for a lady in her 50's. I know one thing, my cock absolutely throbbed while I did it. I had been working on her left leg, her right leg was bent at the knee with her foot on the ground.
"Let me do your other one now." And she lifted it up. I slid my chair closer to hers. When I did that, my cock that was getting pretty hard was resting in my pants and her heel of her foot rested up against it. I know she had to feel it. I didn't say anything about it, and I worked on her other foot. Every now and then, I felt my cock throb, and I could feel her heel of her foot push towards my cock. She was actually responding sexually! I decided to take a chance and started rubbing the oil on her other leg all the way up to her knee. She did not move. She didn't open her eyes, either. I kept rubbing her.
"That feels nice, Dave. I wish you could massage me like Rita does elsewhere."
"Why not? What does she do?"
"That would not be right. It is totally professional."
"Okay, it would be professional with me. What does she do?"
"I am lying on a massage table with her. I wear my bra and panties. I am not undressing here."
"If I promised to be "Professional", why not come to my house and I can do it, and you can teach me how she does it."
"No, that is okay, I don't want to impose."
"What? I am offering. Come on. I can forward the phones to my cell. Let's go."
"Are you sure?" With that, I got up and set up to close the shop for a bit. I had her ride in my car, and we drove to my house. I had plans on being a masseuse for her. She asked where to lie down at.
" Anywhere you are comfortable."
"Are you expecting anyone?"
"Who would come over? It is just me and the cat. If you are uncomfortable, we can go back."
"No, I feel I brought you here. Can I lie on your bed?" Thank God I cleaned up the bedroom the weekend before. I always make my bed, so it looked nice.
"If you are comfortable in bra and panties, great. If not, I understand."
"Well I sure cant get a good massage through my clothes. Give me a few minutes to go to the restroom and change.
5 minutes later, I went into the room. She was lying face down on my bed. Thank God I remembered the KY Massage oil!
"Please tell me what she does, exactly how she does it, okay?"
"Okay." With that, I started rubbing all over her back, and used my finger tips to press in and do a deep tissue massage.
"You seem pretty good at it. I will just lie here while you do it."
It took NO time for my cock to get hard, and actually stick out in my pants. She was looking the other way, and she could not see it. I was working on her right side. After a bit, I walked around the bed to her other side. She almost looked asleep! I rubbed her shoulders (Which were thin, not bony, but not fat.) and her upper and lower back. I rubbed into her muscles. No response. I kept rubbing her.
I went down to her legs and started massaging them. They were not tight, but not flabby. You could tell they were the legs of an older woman, but in nice shape for an older woman. As I massaged her legs, it seemed she opened up her legs more.
"How high up does Rita go on your legs, Mrs. Sims?"
"I guess all the way up. It is not sexual with her, it is deep tissue massage."
I poured more oil on my hand, and started up her leg. I was rubbing so high on her leg, that I was touching her panties. I made sure to have one leg on the inside of her leg, one on the outside, so it didn't look like I was just being sexual. But it was sexual...Very sexual to me. I kept massaging her upper leg. Every now and then, she would move a little on the bed, but did not say anything. I wanted to rub her crotch so much, but I did not want to piss her off. I decided to be good, and continue on with the full body massage.
"Mrs. Sims, it has been about 40 minutes. Is that how Rita does it?"
"Yea, that is pretty good. I will have you do this again." I left the room to let her dress in private. I didn't even see if she had see through bra or panties on.
Mrs. Sims walked out of my bedroom fully clothed. She was kind of looking down at the ground, though. I WISH I could have seen her front-side with her bra and panties on!
"I am so relaxed right now. I could take a nap."
"Um, well....Go ahead. I have to get back to the office, but you can stay here."
"No, Dave, that would not be appropriate. What would I tell Frank?" Wow. This statement came from a woman who just got massaged from a much younger man (Yours Truly!) for nearly 40 minutes. I was so hungry! I had to go get something to eat.
"Well, let's go get some drive through from somewhere and get back to the office, then. You fine with that?"
"Sure."
"Is Frank still doing the chassis screws?"
"Yea, he gets up about 5am and does them for awhile and then goes and plays cards with some guys. I don't know too much what he does during the day."
"Does that bother you, Mrs. Sims?" I asked her as we walked out to my car.
"Dave, I love him, he is my husband, but I just don't feel passionate about him. I guess I am saying I want him to be healthier. It is such a burden. I feel like I work, work, work for him, for nothing in return."
"Do you need to quit?"
"No, not like that. I never worked before, and was content doing dishes, cooking, laundry, things like that. I straightened the house for the maid. I cannot afford her anymore, so I am doing even more now. He doesn't appreciate I do all of those things." I actually felt sorry for her as she said this. I opened the door for her to my car. "What a gentleman. You are so nice to me. Frank used to open doors for me. Not anymore."
"I am sure if you reminded him, he would do it."
"I have to hold doors for him now. Isn't it funny how things turned out?" I almost was mad at this guy. I didn't even know him. That was actually kind of unfair. I hopped in my car and we grabbed some food and went back to the office. I noticed (Which I had before, but never said anything) that Mrs. Sims picked at her food, and never really ate much.
"Are you upset, Mrs. Sims?"
"No, why?"
"You don't ever seem to eat much, and today you are eating even less." Now her voice got louder with her reply.
"Frank has always demand I look a certain way. If I put on 5 pounds, he is telling me. Not in a mean way, but he is telling me what he expects his wife to be like. I have put on almost 5 pounds working here because you are constantly getting us food, and I eat in front of you to not upset you, but I have to lose the weight."
"What weight? You are so much more in shape than most women! And I mean most. Not ladies your age, but MOST women. Is he thinking he wants you to be anorexic? I don't get it. Doesn't he weigh alot with his diabetes?"
"He is over 300 pounds now. He doesn't eat right. He never has, but he always says he is the man of the house, and can eat what he wants, but I can't."
"Mrs. Sims, sorry to be not professional, but you look awesome. Trust me. I just saw you an hour ago during the time I massaged you. You need not lose 1 pound!"
"Thank you David, thank you!" And with that, she started to tear up a little, and put her arms around me. I hugged her back. I held her tight. I figured I would hold her as long as she held me. It lasted about 5 seconds.
"Wow, that was nice, Mrs. Sims. I haven't had a hug like that since I dated Katie a couple of years ago."
"Speaking of that, why aren't you courting someone? I wonder about you sometimes."
"Yea, I have time for a girl. You know I am here about 75 hours per week! I still get sandwiches and Diet Coke and chips for dinner, because I am too tired to cook at home. I have about 100 hours of shows recorded on my two TV recorders, and I fall asleep trying to watch TV when I am home. The only time I eat a hot meal is here when you bring me leftovers. What would I possibly have to offer a girl?" It kind of upset me when I said it, but I know I have to put all my time, money, life, and effort into my company.
"Do you ever go on dates, Dave? I have lots of friends with daughters your age. If Melissa (Her daughter) wasn't engaged, I would have introduced you to her ages ago."
"Thanks, but I am okay. DavePro Technical Services is who I am married to!" I said that half jokingly, but I pretty seriously, too! "Mrs. Sims, what would Frank say or do if you put on 10 pounds?"
"He would act real cranky, like he is now. It would just be him running his mouth all the time about how his wife will never put on weight and get fat."
"Pot calling the kettle black" I mumbled. I hope she hadn't heard that.
"Tell me about it. He was 150 pounds when we married. He has doubled his weight. He was mad at me for putting on 25 pounds with each of my babies."
"It sounds like he treats you kind of bad. Has he always been like this?"
"Not always. He had an affair about 20 years ago, and after that, for about 2 years treated me like a queen. I even got a new car from it. But eventually that wore off."
"Affair? Why not leave him?"
"Back then, he made a lot of money, and we had nice cars, and a swimming pool, and k**s to raise. So, I stayed with him, and I closed my eyes every time he would climb on top of me for sex. All I could see is him being on top of someone else." Wow. Never thought about it that way.
"Did you get back at him?"
"No, not really. But I had my chances. I did. But I stayed true to Frank. The good news is with his Diabetes and his medicine, I don't have to bother with that anymore. It makes him mad, but deep down, it is a relief to me."
"Pardon me for asking, but for, like, how long has it been"
"Would you believe 6 years? Who would have thought at 47 I would stop having sex. I feel like I still can, but I just could not enjoy it with him anymore. He is much heavier than he has ever been, and with this health, he may die. I am not going to go through that."
"What do you mean, you still can? Of course you can! I am sure he was really lucky to be with you all these years. "
"Oh, Dave, you don't have to say that."
"What? I have met him. I am just saying that I don't particularly look at men and say 'Oh, he is handsome', but you are beautiful! If I were him, I would have been in the gym to make sure I looked as good as I could for you!"
"Dave, let me tell you something. That isn't what women want. Women want connection. They want to feel a bond, heart to heart."She was about 1 foot away from my face now, as we were talking. "My mom always told me one thing when I was younger. For a man to get to a woman's pants, he has to go through her heart."
"But doesn't attractiveness mean anything?"
"Yes, but not like the way men are. Men look at beauty first. Women want to connect to men. It doesn't matter what age we are." Just as soon as she said that, the door opened. Whew! Saved by a customer. It was turning into a serious conversation! I looked over, and it was the Pastor and another person from the church I went to on Monday nights to teach the seniors some basic skills on the laptops.
"Hello Dave, Mrs. Sims mentioned to us last week at service that you might be able to help us out. We need a quote for some work to be done for our new wing at church." With that, he proceeded to show me his needs. Pretty simple. About 6 new PC's and 10 new Laptops as well as setting up wireless and a new Server. "We have a budget that we got approved from a grant. This is going to be an educational wing. We only have $20,000 to do this. Can it be done?"
Yikes! I am used to working with companies with bigger budgets than this.
"The laptops and PC's will be about $1100 each after all is said and done with software that you will need bought for them. I can get a strong wireless in there for about $100.00. The server only needs storage, not much else, so it would only be about $2500. That was just about $20,000, maybe a little over." I inflated the prices so I could make some profit.
"If it is a little over, we can cover it. Can we have it in a couple of weeks?"
Yikes again. I did not have the capital to buy all of that, and have to wait 30 days to get paid.
"Pastor John, I am sorry, but I would have to have some up front to buy the equipment."
"Fine, can we bring you a check tomorrow?" YES! YES! YES! I thought.
"That would be great. I can order it today."
I went through the ordering process, and spent only about $15,000. That is cool...$5000 profit! The next morning, the Pastor handed me the check. That immediately went right out the door with rent, and other bills. I also paid for some advertising with it.
"Dave, did you get to make any money with the church?" Mrs. Sims asked. I was thinking about her, and I planned on it.
"Yes. But I have to be totally honest with you. You CANNOT let anyone from the church know how much I made from it. And YES, I am a man of my word. You get half of the profit. The problem is, I don't have that kind of cash lying around, but I know you like it in cash to hold it from Frank."
"No, don't worry about that. He knows you give me bonuses, he just doesn't know how much."
"Hmmm. Let me go to the bank. I have an idea. What if I give you half of it in cash, and half in a check for you to show him?" I thought it would be a good idea.
"Sure. Oh, how much is it?"
"How does $1250 in cash and $1250 in check sound?"
"What? You made $5000 off of the church?" Oh, I was in trouble now.
"Yes, but that is how business works. By the time I pay my bills, since I split it with you, I will have about $300 or $400. That is money I would not have had, had it not been for you. I am so happy you are here!"
"Wow. $1,250...You really are so good to me. I am so glad I work here, Dave." And she came up to me and gave me another hug. This was even tighter. Within a couple of seconds I felt my cock get hard in my pants. It was totally pushing against her in her pubic hair area. I squeezed the muscles down in my abdomen to push it against her. She actually squeezed me tighter so my cock would push into her more. Then, all of a sudden, I felt something I was not expecting...She gave me a slight peck on the neck. I let out a soft moan. I did the same back to her. I knew she wore body lotion, but I could really smell it with my mouth touching her neck.
"Is that Bath&Body works lotion? It smells nice."
"SHUSH. Don't say anything. I want to stand here in the quiet." I was totally confused.
"Mrs. Sims, if someone came in right now, they would see us" I said in a quiet voice, my mouth next to her ear. She pulled away. As she did, her eyes went down to my bulge in my pants.
"Did hugging me really make you that stiff?" She asked.
"Of course. Holy moly you hug nicely! I could do that every day, but I know I can't." I really wanted to hug her. I could tell I had pre-cum and thought that it would end up making a spot on my pants, so I reached down to adjust myself, right in front of her.
"Sorry, I don't want a wet spot on my pants."
"Dave, I am tingling down there. The feel of your cock next to me like that just brought something out in me. I am sorry I did that to you."
"Mrs. Sims, I am not offended. If anything, that is the best feeling I have had in a long time. My heart is racing. I need to go get some work done." I chickened out. I still felt like I did not want to make her mad by touching her in a wrong way. The rest of the day went fine. Fortunately I went out to pick up parts, as well as the cash from my bank. I got back just before it was time for Mrs. Sims to leave for the day.
"Here you go. I pulled out $1500, if you want to have it, and take $1000 home."
"No, I already called Frank and told him it would be $1250" That was fine with me...That gave me a little spending cash, and I wrote her the check and handed her $1250 in cash.
"Dave, I know you just gave me this money, but can you let me take a day off before the Memorial Day weekend? Frank said he'd like to go to the Cabin on Lake Shaffer."
"That Friday will be slow as can be. Everyone will be at the track for Carburetion Day, so I can get caught up." That was the next week.
"You are the best boss anyone could ever have!" She exclaimed, and gave me another tight hug, this one only lasted a second. I watched her walk out the door. Her butt looked so good that day in her slacks. I would have loved to see it up in the air in front of me. I was so horny, and with nothing but a bunch of work to do, I went back to work. What a lonely life.
Fast forward to the Tuesday after Memorial Day. I had finished the Church job, and installed everything. It was all working great at the church. Mrs. Sims came to work. She was so hot this day!
"Wow! Look at you! Nice hair!" She got her hair done. It looked great! "You have been in the sun, too! My gosh, Mrs. Sims, you look so nice!"
"I was hoping you would notice! At least someone did." Oh, boy. It was starting already at 9am. "I did all of this thinking I would get a compliment. You know what he said? How much did that cost us? I almost....ALMOST told him I had my own money to do it with, but I didn't use mine. Ha! Ha! I used the money from the check, so I still have my money." Mrs. Sims was almost mean sounding when she said it. " I told him it was none of his GodDamned business and I had the right to get my hair and eyebrows done. Oh, and you know what else? I was at the cabin, lying out on a lawnchair in my swimsuit, and he has the audacity to say I need to lose weight. I lost it. I told him that I will lose weight when he loses some GodDamned weight. I am sick of him. 35 years...35 long-ass years, just for him to tell me I can't get my hair done, but it was perfectly fine when he was working. What do we need to do here today? Do you have any Tylenol?" Then she stopped. Stopped dead in her tracks. "Dave, I am so sorry. I should never talk that way to you. I just trust you so much. You are the only person I get to talk to. Since I have to work more, I don't talk on the phone with my friends as much. You are a great listener."
"Mrs. Sims, I love listening to what you have to say." I felt like I was grooming her by saying that. "I am all ears for you."
The day went by pretty normally, except Mrs. Sims was rubbing her feet again.
"Feet hurt?" I asked her.
"Yes, they are a little sunburned. I put suntan lotion on, but did not put it on my feet."
"When would you like another massage?"
"I don't want to ask you. I feel I am taking advantage you when you do that."
"Huh? I think just the opposite. I am touching a married woman, getting pleasure out of it."
"You aren't the only one getting pleasure out of it, Dave. I have to tell you, I sit in the bubble bath, thinking of your hands on me. It gets me away from dealing with Frank and his Diabetes."
"Well, if it makes you happy, massaging you makes me think of you in a bubble bath, too!" I made her laugh with that one. She had total trust in me. She accepted that as a joke. The thought of her covered in bubbles made my heart start racing again.
"Well, I have to be out of the store most of today and tomorrow. If you would like a foot and leg massage again, today would be the day." I said to her. I was looking forward to it."
"That is okay. I am alright."
"Mrs. Sims, I thought you liked me doing it to you..."
"Oh, Dave. I think about it. Too much, that is. I want you to touch me every day. I want you to touch me and touch me. It gives me fits, and that hurts me the most. I am not in love with my husband, and I want you to touch me."
"I don't get it...What is different today than last week?"
"I don't know. I just...Well. It is no longer a foot massage to me. It is looking forward to your strong hands on me. I close my eyes and go somewhere else when you do it."
"Wait, now you told me you had massages done professionally. Did you go somewhere else then?"
"That is totally different. That was the****utic, and pleasurable in a different way."
"How is it different? Am I touching you in a way you don't want me to?" Now I was totally confused. I just remember why I was married to my job, and not a woman.
"I bet if you got a massage you would know."
"What? I lie on the table, get rubbed, and am done. I would probably fall asleep." I was a little mad now.
"Really? You would not get excited because it was a woman doing it?"
"I have no idea...Probably. Yes, probably I would, because I am a guy, and we get horny when the wind blows."
"Is that why you got hard when we hugged, because the 'Wind Blew'?
"No. Not at all. I got hard because I think about your skin. And your eyes. And your smile. I can't stop thinking of those things. And when you hugged me, it just happened. I just got hard. I didn't make myself do that. It was a combination of everything."
"You just need a woman. That would take care of that."
"I guess. But I am not looking. I have some work to do. If you want that foot rub, I will give it to you. Otherwise, I have to replace a motherboard on a machine." And that ended that chance to touch her that day. Why in the world was she acting like that? Why do all women act like that? Sheesh! She acted like a teenager!

Before I knew it, it was back to being real warm outside. Mrs. Sims seemed to be more comfortable working with me. She was very, very good with customers, though she wasn't bringing in customers as much as she had before. We were in the middle of a warm front when she came into work. My jaw about dropped when she walked in. She had shorts on for the first time I had ever seen! They were the paisley type. About 2 inches above her knees. She had on v-neck printed flowery shirt that showed her cleavage. She didn't have large breasts, but she did have cleavage this day! If you remember I told you she had dark brown hair, with almost a red tint to it. It was looking nice!
"Hi, Mrs. Sims, how are you?"
"Fine, what have you got for today?"
"Pretty much the same thing as usual...Working on a server which will take me hours. I need to start teaching you these things. Not many people walk in here...It is mostly word of mouth and phone calling. How would you like to learn to install Server 2008?"
"If I mess it up, it is your fault" She growled to me.
"If WE mess it up, we just reinstall!" I took her back to the back, and we sat down after we both made a cup of coffee. "Simple. Pop the DVD in, and let it start. We have to hit certain keys while it is starting. It will take about 30 to 50 minutes."
We started it, and both kind of stared at the screen. We were, for the most part, sitting next to each other in office chairs the tilted back.
"Nice Sandals! I see you must have gone back to the nail place."
"No, I painted my own fingernails and toenails. I will probably never get to do those fun things again."
"Why not? I told you if you can bring in business, you split it with me."
"I don't know how to."
"Same way I do. If you want to even do some nice printing and advertising, I will pay for it. To me, word of mouth and advertising at grocery stores makes the phone ring the most." As I said that, I noticed she was taking off her sandals already. "Already? Are they uncomfortable?"
"No, but if we are sitting down awhile, why wear them?"
"Good point. Now that we are sitting here, are you finally ready for me to make your feet feel nice now?"
"Yea...Sure. That would be nice." I reached for her foot and put it on my leg by my knee, and without lotion or oil, just started rubbing into the bottom of her foot.
"I did not sleep much, so you may put me to sleep."
"So what. I will wake you when the server needs attention." I kept working her foot and ankle. After about 10 minutes, I decided to get brave. Since she had shorts on, I went up on her leg and rubbed. I had to move the chair to get to her a little better, which made her eyes open.
"Sorry, just making you more comfortable." I went up to her knee and stopped. Her eyes closed again. I put one hand on each side of her knee and gently went up and down with long slow strokes. The angle we were at, her foot almost pressed into my chest. I was really taking chances today...What the heck, Dave, just go for it...Try something else...What will I try... I got it...
I slid my hands down her leg and lifted it up and her foot was by my mouth. I rubbed it about 20 seconds and decided to get real risky. I slid my hand down more towards her toes and guided her big to into my mouth, and sucked on it like a nipple. I immediately looked at her, and her eyes were as big as saucers! BUT, she didn't pull away! In fact, I saw her make a fist with one of her hands. She closed her eyes and moaned. For what seemed a long time (Was only about 4 or 5 minutes) I was like a baby on a nipple. She REALLY liked it when I licked between her toes. I admit...I was being sexual. She watched me lick with my long tongue. I went slow and was sensual. I could feel her leg muscles twitch. That wasn't the only thing that twitched. I had shorts on, as well...They were dress shorts, and it was unfortunate that I had them on that day. My hard cock was just barely peeking out of my shorts. God, I wanted to pull it out and just start jerking it, or better yet, have Mrs. Sims do that. I thought the better of it, and stopped sucking on her toes. It was time to do some work to the server.
"Dave, what is going to happen?"
"Happen with what?"
"Us. I mean it. I am NOT making love to you in this office!"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I am perfectly happy you getting us a hotel room that is classy, and I will be with you. But not in this office."
Mrs. Sims, I never said anything about making love to you."
"I have been married too many years to know when a man is trying to get some sex from me, and that is what you are doing."
"Okay, that is the truth, but I have not meant to go any farther than I have. I can stop at any time, if you want."
"I think we have gone to the point of no return, don't you, Dave?"
"No. If you want me to stop touching you, I will not hold it against you."
"I don't want that. Can't you understand the words I am saying?"
"Not really."
Sheesh. Was I this green when I was your age? No, I had two k**s by your age. If you want to make love to me, set up a hotel room at the Radisson."
"Is that it? Just a hotel room and have sex? I guess I am not just totally into doing that with you Mrs. Sims."
"Isn't that what all this grooming is about?"
NO!!! NO!!!! I am totally enjoying being around you. If it happens then it happens. But I don't want you to end up going to Frank and saying we are having an affair!" THERE...I said it. What I have been thinking all along. I was in an AFFAIR with Mrs. Sims. "Let me ask you something. Have we done anything that you regret and want to tell Frank?
"No."
"Does that make you happy?"
"Yes. Well, no. Yes. Well, I guess it does."
"Wow, way to make up your mind, Mrs. Sims."
"I am happy I leave here each day being glad I have a good paying job, but it would be nice to escape reality. I don't want to be an old maid who never had sex after 47. That is too young. I still have desires!"
"You're telling me! I feel I have to take a cold shower when I leave here sometimes."
"Why, because of me?"
"Yes, of course! You smell so nice, and you feel so good in my hands. Of course I think all the time about the full body massage I gave you, and how I dreamt of seeing your front with just your underclothes on. "

The conversation died down a little, and we worked on the server. It really is easy to install Server 2008 nowadays!
For some odd reason, I felt the chance of being with Mrs. Sims slipping away. That was too bad. I thought about her every day, and especially when I slept and had dreams.

I am so worried about my little computer company. I feel like I am working more and more, and making less and less because of expenses. I needed a way to make more money. Then, one day, it walked right in. It was the owner of the building, and he told me the restaurant on the corner of the building I was in was shutting down and he would rent out the space (Which was MORE than double of my space) for only $500 more per month than I was spending in rent already. I did not even have to think about it. That way I could get exposure from 2 streets, and have much more space to work on computers. I also wanted an office for Mrs. Sims and I. I spoke to my Dad about it one evening, and not only was happy for me, but he offered to help pay my moving expenses and for some new shelving. (The old shelving I had was industrial looking, not good for retail.) I knew I could not make a living off of Retail, but for $500.00 per month, I am sure it would pay off. I did not tell Mrs. Sims about my plans, and worked with the building owner the next few weeks, and the restaurant pulled out. The owner even offered to remove the equipment that the restaurant left. It wasn't until later that I found out that a company, one of those k**s clothes resale shops, wanted my space and was willing to pay double per month of what I was paying, but the did not want the corner spot, for some reason.
I finally let it out to Mrs. Sims that I had bigger plans for the company, and I wanted her to be a part of it. I asked her if she was interested in doing more than just answering the phones and simple customer services, as well as the very basic PC troubleshooting. I told her I would pay for her to take A+ classes at the New Horizons by us, and I would reward her with having more work and a raise. She was ecstatic. After working with her for 8 or 9 months, I still wasn't sure in my mind if she was going to stay with me for a long time, because she was so used to just doing her own thing with her friends all day, and she could no longer do that. Then I told her about my plans to move to the corner spot. I would have to be closed for the weekend before Labor Day, so I could have a grand re-opening the week leading up to Labor Day. Where we live, it is a fairly smaller community with only about 800 students in the High School. Labor Day is our BIG, BIG holiday. That went back to when there was all kinds of union jobs in our town. Though those jobs have dried up, people still love Labor Day in our town. They Labor Day parade would go right by my new storefront, and that could bring business. I even passed out coupons during the parade that year, to bring in more business.
So we move into the new spot. My Dad bought new shelving. The place looked more like a jewelry store than a PC repair and retail shop! I had two offices, a real work area behind a real wall, and (gasp!) both a mens and womens restroom! Off of each restroom was a small shower, too!
The weekend actually went pretty smooth for the move, since I did not move too much shelving, just equipment and things I had for sale. I needed to beef up my stock now, since it was so much larger. Mrs. Sims came in on Monday to work in the new location. She was all smiles. I was about to give her an even bigger surprise!!!
"What do you think, Mrs. Sims?"
"Wow, this is so new and clean looking!"
"I hope it turns out to be a good thing for you and I."
"You and I? This is your store. I just work here for you."
"Uh, yea, about that...You have your A+ classes in two weeks. Also, you are a part of the company that is not replaceable. I have decided to go ahead and raise your pay up. Also, I have a little surprise for you. Here are your business Cards..." She looked at the box, and looked at me, then looked at the box again.
"I don't get it. It says Mrs. Judy Sims, Vice President of Operations. What is that about?"
"Mrs. Sims, I am now officially the CEO and President of DaveCo. I need a VP to work with me. You are my VP. This is twofold for you. First, you will have more responsibilities. Also, if you ever decide to leave, you will have a nice title to put on your resume to get you the best job you can."
"Dave, I have no intention of leaving here. I mean that. I love working for you!" And with that, she put her arms around me and hugged me. It was a really tight hug, the kind I really like.
"I have another surprise for you. Come here and see." I took her to the back of the store to the two offices. We walked into the first one. Complete with furniture and everything.
"That is nice Dave." I took her to the second one, which was identical to the first one. "Why do you have two offices, Dave?"
"I don't. I have one office. You have one, too."
"Why do I need one?"
"Because you will be doing accounting, and all kinds of receiving and purchasing and so on. I am going to have to be out in the field more. Since you said you have no intention on leaving, I am going to use you and abuse you every day!" I said jokingly. It made her laugh and smile. She walked up to me again and hugged me again. "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" I said as we hugged. "Oh, yea...Hugs are mandatory now. Part of your job!" I said, trying to be funny.
"Only if I still can get my foot rubs from you." She said.
"Of course. Sheesh, I figured you would say the whole body massages like I did that one time." Trying to see what she would say.
"I would love that, but I won't ask you to do that. That is too forward."
"Huh? Okay, how often, if you had the chance, would you have them done?"
"Oh, that is easy, a couple of times per month."
"Then it is settled. Let me get better at it, you tell me what Rita does that you like, and that will be a perk of the job."
"Dave, this gets better and better all the time."
We had a good week that week, the foot traffic doubled from what it used to be. We had the big Labor Day bash and went back to work that Tuesday. Mrs. Sims was going to work for me only 4 days this week, then be gone at New Horizons the next week. I was swamped. I was also doing some cold calling, and keeping busy. I had bought new chairs for the back area, and Mrs. Sims was in one of them, waiting on a spyware cleanup to finish on a computer. I felt kind of daring, so I walked up to her, and started rubbing her shoulders.
"How does Rita do this?"
"Oh, it feels good no matter how my neck and shoulders are massaged." She had cut her hair earlier in the summer, so it was no longer quite shoulder length. She wore nice clothes that day, as it was still pretty warm. She was wearing clothes more like what she would wear at home, because I was constantly telling her she was overdressed for the job. I continued to massage her shoulders. I went in some towards the neck, and went outwards towards her arms, and back and forth. Then I got even more daring, and started massaging her behind her ears. I saw she made a fist with one of her hands.
"Not there. Please not there."
"I am sorry, did I hurt you."
"Oh, no, no. I will be a mess if you rub me there. "
"A mess? Huh?"
"I am vulnerable there. I lose my self control when I am touched there." A-Ha....I found a nice spot. Her feet, legs, and now by her ears. I was getting closer to getting her. Yes, I admit it. I was so ready to make love to her. Her smell. She said she used lotion from Bath & Body works, and it smelled heavenly. Those pretty fingernails.
I have finally figured out who she reminds me of. She kind of resembles the actress Diane Keaton, only not such a skinny face. That is it. I finally remembered that!
"Sorry, I will just work on your shoulders." I continued to massage her for 3 more minutes before the PC was ready for her attention. "Want the full body soon?"
"I am not going to ask you, I have decided. I don't want to sound forward."
"Do you not want me to do it?"
"Yes, but that is okay. With my raise, I can go back to Rita."
"Free versus $100.00...I know what I would take."
"Keep it professional."
"I PROMISE. We can close the shop for an hour at lunch."
I drove her to my house, and I let her undress in my bedroom while I got each of us a bottled water.
"Come on in." She said.
She had my comforter around her, and I walked in. I was hoping she was naked under the comforter. She took a drink of water and lied down. Unfortunately, she was not naked. Undies and Bra on again. I started with her shoulders, and did what I thought was a good job of a deep tissue massage on her shoulders and back. I clumsily worked around her brastrap.
"Keep it professional...You are doing a nice job, Dave." She said. "With Rita, I take off my bra. I will do that, okay, just be good, okay." She said.
"Sure. I can do a much better job this way." And I did massage deep into her back. She had some moles and lots of freckles on her back. I admired her back, her smooth skin. On the outside I was being professional. On the inside, my cock was about to explode in my pants. I quickly went down below her panties to her legs. I put some oil on my hands (Remember the KY massage oil?) and started working on her feet. I massaged them gently, and worked my way up. As she relaxed, her legs opened up a little. Her head was tilted to her left. I was on her left side. She generally kept her eyes closed, but I knew when she opened her eyes, she HAD to see the lining of my hard cock in my pants. As I went up her leg, and was careful not to be sexual. I wanted her to trust me. I actually started massaging her butt area, and she did not stop me.
"Would you like to put your bra back on?"
"Are you done?"
"I was going to ask if you wanted to roll over and have me massage your front."
"Yes, but I don't know. Maybe not. Just stay on this side today." Darnit! I am missing another chance. Oh well. and I continued on with her butt area. I used my hands and massaged the outer part of her hips with each hand. I slowly worked up her stomach area with my hands on the outer sides of her, and got very, very daring. I bent over, and while I massaged her sided, and very, very, very gently started kissing along her lower spinal cord, just above her panty line. She exhaled HARD! Since I was basically on her side, I moved my right hand to her upper leg (Back side) and rubber her left shoulder with my left hand, and kissed along her spinal cord. She started moaning. I knew I was getting to her. I also knew I was running out of time to get back to work. I went back up her leg to her butt area, and kissed higher on her spinal cord, and rubbed her butt. I felt her butt muscle tighten up a lot. It almost appeared that she was rubbing her crotch into my bed! I moved my right hand to her left butt cheek and started doing the same. After about 30 seconds, I lowered my hand down her butt, and started to touch her pussy with the tips of my fingers. Her legs weren't open enough for me to really get my hand on it, but it was enough to touch it. I kept doing that, and noticed something. Her body was moving to my rubbing. It kind of lifted up and I rubbed it. That made me get more daring and rub lower, getting more of her pussy in my hand, though I was really just rubbing her panties. She let this go on for about 3 or 4 minutes before her left arm moved. She put her left hand right on my bulge in my pants! Neither of us said anything, we were just touching each other. I moved my hand back up her butt area, and kept massaging. I decided to be even more brave, and I slid my hand back down towards her pussy. This time, I slid my hand under her panties. I kept sliding and this time, I finally...FINALLY felt her soft, went pussy. She was very wet! So wet that as I slid my hand more, I slid my finger a little into her.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH" she moaned. I went very slowly with my hand. Up and down...Barely entering her pussy with my fingertip, but nonetheless going in a little. I really could feel her body moving with my rubbing. She actually was raising up from the bed more and more.
"MMMMMMMM.....MMMMMMMMMM.....OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH.. ..MMMMMMM" She moaned. "Ooooooohhhhhhh....OOOOOOHHHHHH DAVE....Oh Dave.. Oh!!!!!!" and with that, she started to have a fantastic orgasm. It seemed her whole body shook while her sexual muscles took over. When she came, she grabbed ahold of my cock in my pants and squeezed it tight. I decided to play dumb.
"Are you okay, Mrs. Sims?"
"Uh, uh. Let me catch my breath..Holy Shit!" That was a surprise to hear that! "Dave, let me get dressed. I can't."
"Can't what, Mrs. Sims?"
" I can't. I just can't."
"I understand. We have to get back to work. We are already going to be late."
“Are you hungry?” I asked her. She seemed to be bothered A LOT by what just happened.
“Yea.”
“We can keep the store closed. Let’s sit down to eat.”
“No, I have a bunch of paperwork to do.” She said. I think she was trying to avoid face time with me. “I have to do a bunch of ordering and work up some invoices for customers.”
“That can wait.”
“No, I am not in the mood to sit in a restaurant.” She replied.
“Okay