I have a friend of mine who works as an executive consultant for members of the banking industry and his job entails a lot of international travel. I enjoy looking after his pad and vehicle while he is overseas so frequently I deliver his hot sports car for servicing or take it for a work out around town. I love the feel of the rich interior and the looks I get when I cruise around with the top down. His whole life style appeals to me and I enjoy relaxing in his penthouse overlooking the ocean when I look after his place.
One day I was delivering his car for a washing at the local car servicing center when I spotted Jenny. She is a leggy young lady that works in the center and I often flirt with her when I'm there. She noticed me as I arrived and beamed her beautiful smile my way. I know she thought the sport car was mine and I never dissuaded her opinion. Our flirting went the usual route involving an invitation to join me for a drink that night.
"Oh dear, I do have a boyfriend... and I'm only twenty years old." she explained hesitantly. My reply was if she didn't tell anyone I sure wouldn't. We laughed and I could tell she was weakening in her defenses. We went on this way with me pushing her to join me and the end agreement we came to was she would let me cook dinner for her. I ensured she had my friend's address and she insisted she would come to my place rather than me pick her up.
So she arrived precisely on time and was beside herself about the penthouse overlooking the water. We stood on the patio and consumed almost a full bottle of wine looking at the view. She had changed into a light colorful frock and I enjoyed the breezes that found us and lifted her hem passed her knees. She laughed about it and quickly used a hand to smooth it down again but less often as the wine flowed.