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Marni
It was my last week before I went on a leave of absence. I was burned out, and luckily I was so good at my job that the big boss decided to let me take the time off. I was heading down to the mail room, thoughts of Jackson going through my mind. He had left a couple of years previous, and the last I heard he was in school. I also heard he had a girlfriend. The ladies, my wives, never said anything, but I know they both missed him. For over a year he would come over to our house and have his way with both Louise, and Connie. As time passed he became more aggressive, would fuck them rougher, satisfying himself, not just the women. Yes, we all missed him. For me, mostly because I enjoy watching my ladies have fun.
One of the things I had to get done before leaving, was to let the mail room know which of my correspondences to forward to my home address while I was away. As I walked up to the counter, I was looking at my phone. I looked up at the last minute, and there was a lovely young lady behind the counter. Tall, perhaps five feet nine or five feet ten inches tall. An incredible figure. Dark hair, brown eyes that looked right at me, not the least bit shy.
Confident
I thought to myself. She wore a lovely blue blouse, long sleeves that no one would consider anything but professional. But at the same time, you could see her ample breasts, perhaps they were contained in at least a C cup bra. The young lady wore dark slacks and practical flat shoes. I could not see her backside, the counter being in the way hid most of her legs and ass. But I know the young woman. She was my son's girlfriend at one point. But for the life of me I could not remember her name.
"Oh..., hi Mr. G. I knew you worked here, but this is the first time I have seen you." She said to me.
I smiled, a bit nervous how to reply. "Oh, hello. So good to see you. How have you been?"
She looked at me, smiled nervously and answered, "You can't remember my name, can you? It's okay, I dated your son for like half a minute." She smiled and I suddenly imagined that mouth wrapped around my cock. I still did not respond but she saved me by saying, "It's Okay. It's Marni, and it's good to see you." There was a look in her eye, and I swore she was checking me out.
Can't be
, I thought to myself.
"Well, Marni... It's nice to see you. I am taking a leave of absence, and this paperwork is so that certain parts of my mail get forwarded, okay?"
"Oh..., sure Mr. G., I will make sure it gets taken care of."
"Thank you very much, and now I have to go."
"Okay, sir. Enjoy your..., vacation...?"
I had only a couple of things to do then I left the office, saying goodbye to many of the people who I had worked with for years. I would miss them, but I desperately needed the break. I stepped off of the elevator and walked to my car, when I heard the squeak of he hinges to the door from the stairs behind me. I did not think much of it, in fact I did not even look back as I pushed the button for the alarm system to my car. I was reaching for the handle of my car door, when from behind me I heard a familiar voice. "Mr. G.!" It startled me a little, this girl on silent feet. I turned and she was close, too close. I smelled her heavenly perfume. Turning I saw Marni. She reached out with a bundle of mail in her hand.
"Oh..., Marni. What's up?"
"Oh, I saw you heading towards the elevators and decided to hand deliver this bundle of your mail. Sorry if I startled you."
"You did..., but it's okay. But you did not have to do this. It could have waited."
"Oh, it's fine. It gave me an excuse to give you this." She slipped a piece of paper into the breast pocket of my jacket and leaned into my ear. She whispered, "I would love to be your sex slave." The beautiful young woman, turned and ran of giggling not giving me the chance to respond. I was so flabbergasted that I just watched her retreat, unable to believe what I had just heard. I did enjoy her ass quickly moving away from me, though. It wasn't until I got into my car that I remembered she had stuck something into my pocket. It was her phone number. I was close to forty, and yes, it stroked my ego to think an nineteen or twenty year old was attracted to me.
Yes, I was rigid the entire ride home. I pulled into our driveway and decided to shake it off, to chalk it up to the eagerness of youth. I am not going to say I was not tempted, but I thought to myself that she was way too young, and I did not want to take advantage of her youth. Little did I know, that is exactly what she wanted. To be taken advantage of.
Louise was out for the evening, it was just me and Connie. We had a light dinner and were cuddling, watching some TV when Connie said, "Interested old man?"
Of course I was but for some reason I decided to check my email. Generally I did it in the morning before work, but it was Friday and I decided to check my mail right then. "A bit later, love. I have to check my email."
"Okay, babe, my pussy will be waiting." That cute giggle of hers I so loved. I smiled and went up to my bedroom where I kept my home laptop. I went to the small desk me and my wife shared, both of us deciding years ago not to have a home office, to bring work home with us as little as possible. I was scrolling through, most of the emails stuff I did not need to jump on right away, when I saw an email address I did not recognize. I generally just ignore those, but the subject caught me eye. "Take a look, sexy." Was the subject, which I admit intrigued me. I opened it up, and an image of Marni, nothing on but a funny hat standing before some curtains, obviously in her room, naked and absolutely gorgeous. My cock quickly popped to attention, this woman, young woman, had me so intrigued.
Just then Connie said behind me, "Wait..., isn't that Marni, Devon's ex?"
My instinct was to close the laptop, but I realized that would just look suspicious. "Yes, it is." I did not know exactly what next to say, and thankfully she helped me out.
"Wow, God..., she is so beautiful. Do you have an admirer baby?"
As she said this she leaned on my shoulders, her head next to my ear, not a touch of jealousy in her question. "She is too young, Connie."
"Baby, how old was Jackson when you brought him home for me and Louise?"
"That's different..."
Connie stood to my side, put her hands on my face and turned it towards her. "Really? You have got to be kidding me. She wants you bad, and honestly, I would love to have some fun with her. I bet Louise would too."
" I feel like I would be robbing the cradle, I mean.., look at her."
"She obviously wants you. She's legal, right?"
"Wanna know what she did today? By the way, she works in the mail room in the building."
