Julie was 19 years old when we met in the early 80s. I was in my 30's.
She was willowy and elegant with beautiful light brown skin, a great benefit from her Portugese and African heritage. Her 100 pound body was topped off with silky dark brown hair that nearly reached her narrow waist. Her breasts were small but very firm and needed no support from a bra. Without a bra, her nipples made a definite impression on her blouse, and me.
I met Julie and her boyfriend, Mike, while they were attending a trade convention in central Africa. They were with some good friends of mine, so I joined them. It transpired that Julie was the daughter of a guy I knew professionally and her boyfriend Mike worked for her father. We were soon joined by other friends as we mingled and chatted in the reception area.
As evening approached, we were all tired and hungry. The group agreed to meet at a local restaurant when I noticed Mike and Julie were acting uncomfortably. I pulled them off to the side as we walked to our cars and asked what was bothering them. They were reluctant to say anything at first, but Julie finally admitted they couldn't afford to go to dinner. Only Mike was working, and his job as a mechanic didn't pay a wage that allowed them the luxury of eating out at expensive restaurants.
I was by no means rich, but in relative terms as an expatriate, I had a decent job, a company house and a few dollars to spend. Having been nearly broke myself when their age, I insisted they join the group of friends for dinner as my guest, my treat and to be kept between us only.
It was Julie who convinced Mike to accept. Mike and Julie seemed like a very friendly couple, especially Julie. At that point in time, nothing other than being friendly had crossed my mind. They were much younger than most of the group and although Julie was stunning, she was too young for me to even consider as a target for any lustful intent.
We had a great time at dinner, so I suggested we do dinner again soon. We exchanged numbers and parted with hand-shakes all around. The following Friday night, a date cancelled on short notice due to illness. On the spur of the moment, I called the number for Mike and Julie. Julie answered. I asked if they would like to go our for dinner and a drink on me.
Julie immediately accepted and gave me their address, so I told her I'd be there in about an hour. I had barely got into the drive of a set of two storey apartments, when Julie came bounding out and practically jumped into my front seat.
She was dressed in a short black skirt that hugged her hips and a pale pink V-neck blouse that showed off her pert breasts. Again, she wore no bra. Her nipples were already rudely pointing through the thin fabric of her blouse, which took some effort on my part to ignore! Bare legs and low heels finished her attire. She looked and smelled delicious. What a knockout!
"Where's Mike" I asked, looking toward the entrance to the apartments.
"Working!" she replied.
"Do we need to pick him up?" I asked.
"No! He had to go up north to rescue some truck that has broken down in the middle of nowhere and he probably won't be back until tomorrow. He's always having to dash of somewhere at a moment's notice."
A broad grin spread across her face as she spoke. This was one of her father's apartment and Mike still lived at home with his parents in another suburb.
"So, where are we going?" she asked.
I told her I thought we might grab a bite to eat and go to a nightclub I knew. They had a great all girl reggae band.
"Good. I like reggae music" offered Julie.
As we pulled out of the drive, she slid over next to me and kissed my cheek. Since she was somewhat young, that sort of startled me, but not for long. Her hand soon found its way onto my thigh while her other hand was up the back of my seat stroking the back of my neck. I reciprocated with the familiarity and began rubbing her arm.
After getting past the initial shock and a feeling of awkwardness at the age difference, I decided that I would let her make all the moves since she was the one who was so much younger and had a boyfriend. When we pulled into the car park of the restaurant and stopped in an empty space, Julie turned slightly in her seat, leaned her head on my shoulder and pulled my hand to her breast.
As I gently caressed her breast through her blouse, she spoke in a lowered voice and explained how attractive she found me and, especially, she felt really excited that a mature man would be interested in her.
Her breast was small and round, about the size of a ripe orange and a nice hand full. Her nipples were soon very hard. They were sticking out like the little erasers that you get on the end of pencils. They seemed to be trying to punch holes in her blouse.
During dinner, Julie told me Mike had been her first and only lover and they had not been getting along for some time. She said he hadn't touched her in over two months. He had told her he was too tired from working to make love to her. She suspected he had a girlfriend. I decided Mike must have been some kind of idiot to ignore such a gorgeous creature like Julie, and I told her so.
We got to the nightclub just as the band was beginning to play. I ordered my typical Brandy and Coke and she ordered a Gin and Tonic. Julie really liked to dance. During the slow numbers, she cuddled closely and firmly ground her pussy into my thigh. She soon had my cock straining to be free. She seemed to melt as I grabbed both ass cheeks and squeezed hard. It was getting more and more difficult to remember she was still a teenager.
When she had consumed half of only her second drink, I found myself practically dragging her around the dance floor. Only then did I find out she didn't drink.
I told her we needed to get her home. She only smiled. With Julie nearly passed out in my lap, the ride home wasn't nearly as much fun as it had promised to be. In order to get her into her apartment, I had to prop her against the wall, hold her there with my shoulder between her tits, an arm around her waist, and fish her keys from her handbag with my free hand. Thankfully, her apartment was on the ground floor!
As we got in her door, her legs decided they had gone as far as they were going to go. I carried her to her bed, undressed her, covered her, and gave her a soft goodnight kiss. I couldn't help but grab an eyeful as she lay there in a pair of black satin panties, until I slid the cover over her. She was absolutely stunning! Smooth light caramel skin with not one mole or blemish that I could observe.
As I exited her bedroom I heard her stir.
"Aren't you going to stay?" Julie mumbled.
I told her I'd love to, but she was in no condition to make such a decision. I told her I'd call in a few days and left.