This story takes awhile to get to sexual action. It is the building of a longer story. I hope you enjoy.
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I went to work at my retail job today, as I would any normal day, but what I didn't know is today would change my life forever. It started off like any normal work day until mid way through my shift. I was helping an older couple when the door chimed. I looked up from behind the counter to see this beautiful teenage girl walk in. She smiled at me and I smiled back.
"I will be with you in just a few minutes." I said as she approached the counter.
She had a beautiful smile and soft plump lips. I quickly scanned her body before turning my attention back to my customers. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans that clung to her tiny hips and a red t-shirt that hung over her average size breasts. The shirt hugged her breasts and draped down over her flat stomach. Her blonde hair hung down over her shoulder and lay against her breasts.
I spent the next few minutes replaying my brief look at her body while I finished helping the older couple. I wanted to stall so that I had more time to look at this beautiful teen, yet I wanted to hurry so that I could focus my full attention on her. It was such a quandary I was dealing with.
As the older couple headed out of my store, I turned to the girl and asked, "How can I help you today?"
She smiled at me once more and asked, "Can I get a copy of these? The manager next door sent me over."
I was used to the manager of the restaurant next door sending new employees over to our store to make copies of their driver's license and social security cards. The restaurant next door didn't have a copy machine so we helped them out.
I was more than happy to copy her information for her. As I was placing them on the scanner, I glanced at her ID. Her name was Chelsey and her birth date revealed that she had just turned 19. I made the copies and handed her back her cards. She was still smiling. Her smile seemed to light up the room.
"Starting work next door huh?" I asked as I looked into her brown eyes.
"Yeah. I am so glad. I need the money to pay rent or I will lose my apartment. I hope they give me enough hours."
I nodded in agreement, "Yeah, it is tough to find a good job nowadays."
"For sure. My boyfriend has been looking for weeks and has not been able to find a job. I just hope I have enough money to put gas in my car so I can get to work."
Her facial expressions had turned more serious. I felt bad for her and remembered what it was like many years ago when I was a teen. I had just celebrated my thirty-sixth birthday. I wondered where all the years had gone.
Women had come and gone in my life, but I always had a penchant for picking a woman in need. Someone I could help out, rather than finding a woman who could stand on her own two feet and contribute to the relationship.
"Let me know if I can help you out in any way. I can lend you a few dollars until you get paid if you run short. Just let me know." I stated as I handed her the copy of her Ids. "Here is my business card."
"Thank you for all your help." She stated as she turned and walked towards the exit. I watched her tight little ass wiggle with each step she took.
I didn't think I would honestly ever talk to Chelsey again, unless I went next door to grad a bite to eat. I normally packed my own lunch, but seeing her again was reason enough to venture next door for lunch. Now all I needed was to know when she was working.
I went upon my day and the next several days doing my job and hoping to catch a glimpse of Chelsey. I knew I would never have a relationship with her. She was just too young. I did have a fantasy of spending a night in bed with her, however.
A few days later Chelsey stopped into the store. She was not smiling.
I smiled and said, "Hello Chelsey. How are you?"
"I am okay" She replied. "I need to ask you a favor."
She looked shy or perhaps embarrassed to be visiting me. "What is on your mind darling?"
"The other day you said to let you know if I needed any help. Well...I have only worked one day and I don't get paid for another two weeks. My gas tank is almost empty and I don't know how I am going to get to work the next two weeks. I hardly know you, but I am in desperate need of help."
I could tell she was about to cry. I reached across the counter and placed my hand on her shoulder. "What do you need?"
She hesitated a moment before shyly saying, "Can I borrow some gas money?"
"I tell you what. When do you get done working tonight?"
We made plans to have dinner and talk about her situation. I learned she had just moved out of her mother's house after a big argument and was already late on rent. She was about to be evicted.