Some personal details (names, etc) have been changed at the discretion of the author to protect those involved.
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At the ripe old age of eighteen, I never realized how naive I was. That is until I met Mr. Antonio.
Oh, it all started out so innocently. My mother became best friends with his wife and worked for the well-known Antonio family in their establishments. It wasn't long before I was asked to watch Mr. Antonio's young son, Ben. Soon, it seemed, we were part of the family. What a powerful family it was. When you were 'in' with the Antonio family, you were protected.
Mr. and Mrs. Antonio spent many hours in their numerous restaurants and bars, so I would end up watching Ben pretty late. At the time, I didn't have a vehicle, so one of Ben's parents would kindly drive me home.
As I said, it all started out innocently. When Mr. Antonio drove me home, he would tell me stories to make me laugh. That in itself was extremely gratifying. I absolutely loved being made to laugh. In his mid-thirties, Mr. Antonio was your typical tall, dark, and handsome Italian man and, I will admit, I was very much in awe of him.
I never thought anything of our long drives back to my house, I just enjoyed the time I spent with him. They say hindsight is 20/20, and I suppose that must be true, because looking back, I can see how our drives subtly changed. During our conversations, he would casually touch my hand.. my arm.. my knee. Having known the family for so long, I didn't think anything of it when his touch would linger.. when his fingers would softly rub across my skin.
Soon enough, I was thinking something of it.
The first time he touched my bare thigh, I was a wee bit startled. When I climbed into his low-riding sports car, my skirt slid up a little high on my legs, exposing skin that rarely saw the light of day, except when I wore a bathing suit. After shifting gears, he casually placed his hand on my bare leg, slowly rubbing his fingers across my skin. "Your skin is so soft, Shi."
"Um...Thanks, Mr. Antonio..?" I managed to squeak out. My mind was racing. This was uncharted territory for me. My eyes shifted to his face...his eyes were still on the road. Maybe he had forgotten where his hand rested...? His fingers started to move again, even as he continued telling me about his day. His hand firmly squeezed the inside of my thigh. Well, then... I guess he hadn't forgotten where his hand was.
His touch was causing my flesh to tingle and I could hear my heart pounding. I took several deep breaths, hoping he wouldn't notice.
His hand gently, but firmly, pulled my knees farther apart, then continued sliding to the top of my inner thigh, touching the edge of my panties. My suddenly damp panties. Oh, God, what if he noticed?
"I can smell your arousal, Shi. You can't hide that from me."