It was a summer job, the summer after Lucas had graduated from high school. He needed the money for college so when his local video store - there still was one - advertised for an evening assistant, he applied and was hired. It wasn't very demanding. The internet and Netflicks was taking over, and there were only a few customers most evenings. So mostly he watched videos and read.
Anna came in about 8pm one evening. She was thirty-something, with shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair, 5' 9" or so, 130 Ibs, slim. Attractive and curvy, but not out of proportion, her figure displayed well by the pants and tshirt she was wearing. They were emblazoned with the name of the yoga studio a few doors down.
He was attracted to her, in spite of their age difference. He'd seen her walking past the store on previous evenings.
He'd been to yoga at the local gym. It was challenging, as he wasn't that flexible. And he was distracted by the predominance of lithe women in tight-fitting clothes in every yoga class. He invariably stared, trying not to be obvious.
She put her yoga mat on the counter. "Hi, Lucas," she said, reading his name tag, "Do you have...?" She mentioned the name of a recently released European film.
"I need it for a film class - night school," she said. "He's an interesting director. I have seen his other films, just not this one."
He looked in the database. "Not in this store. But it's available in our other location across town". He told her the address. "Too far to go," she said. "I need it tonight or tomorrow night at the latest."
He wondered about the proprietary of what he was about to suggest. "I could get it delivered," he offered. "Could be here tomorrow. I could...call you..."
She brushed her hair back and smiled. "That would be soooo helpful. My address and phone number are in the store computer - Anna Richards?"
He typed in her name, saw there was only one Anna Richards with an address not far from his house. "You're at..." She confirmed the address. "Here's my cell number." She gave him a business card.
He stared after Anna as she walked out the door, her backside nicely framed by the yoga pants. She turned around and smiled again just before the door. "Thanks again, Lucas. Talk to you tomorrow."
It was a fiction, the suggestion that the video could be transferred between stores quickly. It usually took a week. He'd have to go and get it himself in the morning.
It was a little despairing, he realized, to go to this much trouble just to see her again. But Anna was very attractive...
maybe she'd be his Mrs Robinson?
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It was early afternoon the next day when Lucas parked in front of her apartment. He'd not called...in case she said no to stopping by. He wondered about leaving the video in the mailbox, but ultimately he knocked on the door of her apartment. The door opened and Anna was there, in a short black skirt and patterned top that hinted at the contents.
"Hi. I hope I'm not disturbing you. I've got the video you wanted - I live near here and it was easy to drop it off, rather than have you come to the store."
"Well ...thank you...that was very considerate. I hope it wasn't too much trouble. Please, come in...would you like a cup of coffee?"
"That'd be nice. Thanks".
Her apartment was tidy and tastefully furnished, with art hangings and modern furniture. He sat at the breakfast counter while she made coffee.
"I charged the video to your account," Lucas said. "I hope that was ok?"
"Of course." Anna brought the cups over and sat down next to him. He could smell her perfume, and when he looked at her he had to make a conscious effort not to look down at the slope of her breasts.
They made small talk;
her job, his college plans, life at the video store, yoga.
He was more interested in her than ever, but had no idea of how to proceed. He didn't think he could ask her out...it seemed so implausible and he'd just make a fool of himself. As the conversation dried up he realized he was outstaying his invitation.
" I better go," he said, "Stuff to do before the video store tonight...can I use the bathroom before I go? Too many cups of coffee this morning."
"Upstairs", she said, "the ensuite - on the right. The downstairs one is leaking so I turned it off until I can get a plumber."
He walked up the stairs, found the bathroom and closed the door. He did have a nice cock, he thought, as he stood there looking down. At least judging by what he'd seen on the internet and in the locker room. And the girls at the high school -
the ones that had shown any interest
- had seemed to think it was fine. Walking back across her bedroom he took in the décor. Green walls, light-colored carpet, a couple of paintings, large bed. Pleasant, functional, nothing too feminine.
In a moment of rashness he went to the dresser, where several of the drawers were slightly open. He pulled the top one out further;
underwear, plain, simple.
The second drawer was more interesting.
Lingerie...lacy, black, red, dark blue, skimpy and no doubt expensive.
He picked up a blue gossamer bra, imagining Anna's breasts inside, imagining undoing the clasp, visualizing the bra falling to the ground, her breasts swinging free, begging for his touch. Unconsciously he slipped his hand inside his pants. Replacing the bra he picked up a pair of panties, a leopard print thong, just a tiny triangle of material attached to thin threads. He imagined her lying on her back, like Anne Bancroft, wearing the thong but with her legs wide open...
waiting for him
.
"Having fun?" Her voice echoed in the stillness of the room. Startled, he pulled his hand out of his pants and turned round, her thong still in his fingers.
