My name is Pete. I’ve worked for the last fifteen years at a large financial institution based in Silicon Valley and have managed to work my way up to a good position as an assistant manager. I’m not terribly interested in moving higher than that simply because of the headaches I’ve seen my boss get from climbing higher in the corporation. My boss’s name is Nicole.When I started with the company, she was one position lower than I am now. Back then, there were only five people in the whole department. She currently manages over forty people and doesn’t get paid for the overtime she has to put in for all the reviews she has to write. She’s good at her current job, but she had to take a pay hit at first to be placed in a salaried position. Over the years, we’ve become good friends, partly because we’re the only ones who have remained in the department this whole time. Before you get any ideas, let me just tell you that Nicole is only a bit younger than my mom, and quite frankly, I kind of think of her as a surrogate mother.One of the perks I’ve enjoyed about this job is that most of the people involved in this business are women, especially in my department. There were about three years when I was the only man working here, and I really loved my job for those three years. The ages of the women working in my department have spanned from about 16 to roughly 60 years. The older women treated me like a son, the younger ones like a little brother, and the youngest ones like a … well, like a friend that they had just noticed was a guy. I tended to flirt a lot with the departmental cuties.One of the rules I’ve always had was that I would never get into a romantic relationship with one of my co-workers. The last thing I wanted was to have my personal relationship break-up and be forced to work with my ex while working through my feelings. That just would be too much for me to handle. So, although I flirted with some of my co-workers, I never ended up asking any of them out for a date. I still think this was for the best. Okay, I used to ask Nicole to let me take her oldest daughter out. I stopped asking when that little girl of hers wasn’t such a little girl anymore, and I realized that I wasn’t joking anymore either.You now know how everything stood until a couple of days ago. The company I work for processes the accounts of large retailers as an accountant would, so the retailers don’t need their own accounting departments. My department processes our customers’ deposits before they are sent out to the banks, reconciling their accounts balance and correcting any discrepancies in the day’s receipts.I guess I should mention that Cebeci Escort one of my co-workers for the last four years is an attractive young Vietnamese woman named Jennifer. Actually, Jennifer is just her nickname, but I have trouble pronouncing her real name, and we never use it in our department.Jennifer is twenty-two years old, and when she first started in our department, she was a high school dropout gangbanger. She would wear baggy sweatshirts and jeans, no makeup, and a backward baseball hat every day to work, and just quietly sit at her desk. This was acceptable since we don’t have customer contact, and the dress code is relaxed for us. But I will never forget the day she decided to get rid of that gang look. When I saw this attractive young woman sitting at Jennifer’s desk, doing Jennifer’s work, I went to Nicole.”Who’s that sitting over there?”Nicole laughed and said, “That’s Jennifer. Who else would it be?”That was pretty much how the whole day went. Some guy would come in to start work or stop in to make a photocopy, see this unfamiliar young woman working at Jennifer’s desk, and ask Nicole who it was. It was obvious none of us guys had taken much notice of her before by how much attention she was getting now. None of the women said anything then, but when I talked to some of them recently, and they all noticed as well. The only difference was the women had paid enough attention to her before that they could recognize her. Nicole had a great time that day watching the expression on all the men’s faces one at a time as they found out who it was at that desk.Jennifer had changed her whole look. She had traded the baggy sweatshirts for skirt suits, the tennis shoes for high heels, the baseball hat for hair combs, and the jeans for pantyhose. I knew Jennifer had long hair but was now showing it off by letting it hang free or in ponytails, instead of putting it up under that baseball hat all the time. It was evident that she had a lovely, petite figure she had been hiding under those baggy clothes. It was like having a new lady in our department.Since then, I’ve made casual friends with Jennifer. We would talk about business and what was going on in our lives. I found out that she had trouble keeping her relationships going. Quite frankly, I was never impressed with the young men she dated. They were often distant and very unfriendly. I guess they could be described as “exciting” types – always moving from one adventure to the next, and girls were just another adventure. I’ve never understood why young women find these guys exciting, but I have Çıtır Escort discovered that women usually outgrow that stage. I can’t say the same for the men.Last week Jennifer’s car broke down. She couldn’t keep it in good repair, and it gave out last Thursday. She was able to have it towed, but she missed that day at work. She managed to get to work on Friday by using the bus and light-rail. The mechanic called later that afternoon, and after Jennifer got off the phone, I asked her how the conversation went.”Well, it went okay. It’s not going to be expensive to fix it, but it’ll have to be in the shop for a few more days. They expect to have it done by Wednesday,” she explained.I was happy for her. I knew that she couldn’t afford expensive repairs on her wages. “How are you getting home tonight?” I asked.”Oh, I’ll just take the light-rail and bus, or something,” she said.”Why don’t you ask Nicole if she’ll give you a lift?” I suggested. “She’s dropped Brenda off before. She probably won’t mind.””Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. I’ll try that.”That was pretty much it for our conversation at that time. We both went back to work, and I guess she asked Nicole for a lift. About a half-hour before quitting time, Nicole’s husband called, reminding her that he had to go in to work early that night to clean up after a party at the hotel where he worked. She needed to come home soon to take care of the kids. I found out about that because Nicole had to leave immediately to make it, and asked me to take Jennifer home for her. I had no problem doing this since it wouldn’t be the first time I had given a ride to one of my co-workers. She lived out in the ‘burbs, but I could take her over there without a serious problem. Besides, I felt better knowing she would be safe and not riding the light-rail and bus alone that late at night. After seeing everyone else out of the department, Jennifer and I started for her home. As we sat in the car, I found myself casting a few admiring glances her way. She was wearing a navy-blue skirt that ended about three inches above the knee, showing off a nice pair of legs, a silky white blouse that wasn’t too clingy, and a navy-blue jacket. Her hair was loose behind her, showing off her thick, black locks. I thought Jennifer pretty much hit all the right notes with her outfit.For most of the trip, our conversation was pretty casual. It seems Jennifer had broken up with her most recent boyfriend just the previous week. I asked her why she had shown him the door, and she replied: “Because he was weird.” I had to bite my tongue because Demetevler Escort I was thinking that she specialized in weird boyfriends.”How was he being weird?” I asked as I turned off Broadway onto her side street.”Well, he wanted to date other girls and bring them back to my place so we could both have sex with him and stuff like that.””Ah,” I said, “so he was in it mostly for the sex and the adventure.”Sounded like her type, I thought. We started to drive up to her apartment at that point.”Yeah.” She was quiet for some time before she spoke again. “Ya know, I’m feeling really horny right now,” Jennifer said timidly.Then to my surprise, a bit more plainly, “Would you like to come upstairs and fuck?”My eyes must have nearly popped out of my sockets. Here was an attractive, exotic, well-dressed young woman asking me to have sex with her, and she wasn’t making any bones about it! It sounded like any number of fantasies I had in my younger days.I somehow managed to say “What?” without sounding accusing.”Well, I like you, you’re a nice guy, and I’d really like to get off,” she stated.I hadn’t misunderstood her. The shock of the situation, as well as trying to keep the car under control, kept me from responding for several seconds. Then my morals got the best of me.”Um, thanks, but I can’t. I really love my wife, and I wouldn’t want to do anything that might hurt her or my daughter. I do appreciate the invitation, though,” I replied honestly.”Oh. Okay. You know, that’s one of the things I like about you, you’re so nice and thoughtful.” She continued: “Well, I guess I’ll just have to grease up the ol’ vibrator and masturbate myself into a frenzy.”I’ll be honest. The way this young woman was talking to me really surprised me. Of course, the way she was talking was also getting me very turned on. I started to get an idea.”Hmm,” I said to stall until the idea took shape and passed my internal morals committee.”You know, most men consider it a bit of a … treat … to watch a woman masturbate. Would it bother you if I went with you and was your audience? I’d just be sitting in your room, watching. Nothing else,” I quickly added.”You want me to put on a show for you?” Jennifer sat there thinking for a few seconds while I kept the motor running.”Sure,” she said, “That sounds like fun! It would be better than just being by myself!”With that decided, I parked the car on the street. We quickly got out of the car, and she led me to her second-floor apartment, giggling much of the way.After closing the door behind me, Jennifer said: “This is going to be SO much fun!”Then a look came across her face, I guess she had just remembered to act as a hostess and asked: “Would you like anything to drink? Some wine or a soda?””I’ll take a Dr. Pepper if you have one,” I said.”No problem!” she replied, and quickly entered the kitchen. She brought back a glass of soda for me and a full wineglass for herself. She must have taken off her jacket while in the kitchen and left it in there.