Ever since I started my new job, I'd been getting looks from my male customers and coworkers. At twenty-two, I was one of the youngest women in the store, so naturally that made me stand out a bit anyway.
I worked for a wholesale warehouse on construction products so there was no uniform, just t-shirts and jeans that got covered in dust and dirt everyday. This job also meant I got to work with a lot of middle-aged contractor-type guys who couldn't get enough of me. I would always wear skintight jeans that showed off my fit curves and t-shirts that had a low enough cut to hint at some cleavage. I enjoyed teasing guys but coming off as just an innocent little twenty-something trying to make a living. None of the guys I flirted with had a clue what I secretly thought about them when I went home at night and pulled out my vibrator.
Working at this job made me start appreciating older men and the way they carried themselves. Guys my age seemed so immature and could never satisfy me, much less make me cum.
Since I had been working at the company quite a while, I got to know all of my coworkers very well. We were a close-knit group. I'd never given much thought into dating or hooking up with a coworker until Jack started. He immediately caught my eye.
He was thin and tall, but muscular, as if he ran several miles a day. His salt-and-pepper hair made me guess his age to be between forty and fifty. He always grew just a little bit of stubble on his face, never clean-shaven, which gave him a rugged look. For a middle-aged guy, he had the energy of someone my own age. He was always eager to help anyone and didn't mind single-handedly doing very laborious tasks. I loved watching his muscles flex and grow tight under his shirt as he lifted things, and I would often call him to help me with random tasks just for this reason.
If he had any interest in me, he never showed it, which only made me want him more. I was careful to never be too obvious with my flirting, not wanting to come off as some weird girl half his age lusting after him. I never saw a ring on his finger, which made me wonder if he had any children, who would probably be around my age.
The end of spring was near, so to kick off the approaching warm weather, one of my coworkers decided to host a cookout for all the staff. Jack was invited of course, so I looked forward to getting to see him outside of work.
In the weeks leading up to our cookout I got to know Jack a bit more. I learned he was divorced and had a son and daughter in high school, that both lived with their mother. My initial impression of his physique was correct - he enjoyed running in the evenings and lifting weights when he could.
I told him about myself as well, giving away just enough information to let him know I was available and open to try things, but not fully coming onto him. I noticed that now that we had started talking more, he would watch my ass as I walked away from him or linger around me without me asking for his help. I enjoyed the attention but I didn't want to get my hopes up.
The night of the cookout arrived, which was hosted at one of my supervisor's homes. He had a large house on several acres with an expansive back patio, plenty big for the forty to fifty people that came. Spouses and dates were invited as well so most of the people older than me were married or brought their significant other. I drove myself, not having a date, and brought my own drinks to sip on. It was almost May and the weather was hot during the day but cooled off significantly after dark. My sundress and light sweater weren't such a great idea after around 7pm. I tried to mingle around the firepit, drinking more than I should have to keep myself a little warmed up. I was having a good time but really just wanted to see Jack.
Eventually I caught him out of the corner of my eye as he arrived and flashed a smile his way. He made his way over to me by the firepit and set down a case of beer. He pulled me in for a friendly hug and I held my breath, as this was our first real physical contact. I breathed in his scent and felt his defined chest and arm muscles briefly surround me and I wanted to melt right there. He must have sensed that I was nervous or cold or both.
"Want a beer?" I took one from his case and he ushered me closer to the fire, saying, "You look really nice but also really cold."
"Thanks, I'm glad you came to my rescue. I was getting a little tired of mingling with everyone's spouses that I've never met," I joked.
"Yeah, seems to me there aren't many singles here besides us," Jack replied, looking at me and smiling. I blushed and took a drink of my beer trying to hide my growing attraction.
We continued to make small talk which got flirtier the more drinks I had. He kept the beers coming and after a while I lost track of how much alcohol I'd had. While I don't think his intention was to get me drunk, it certainly worked in his favor. The physical distance between us grew smaller as I got more comfortable with each drink. Soon I was practically under his arm, appreciating the body heat he generated.
By the time everyone started leaving, I realized I was feeling a bit wobbly and probably shouldn't drive myself home. Jack noticed this as well and asked how I was feeling.
"You know this house is several miles out of town and it's all gravel roads back into the city. I don't think you should drive tonight. Why don't you let me take you home?" he offered.
"I mean I guess I can leave my car here, it's just a long ways from where I live. I'm all the way on the far side of town so maybe my roommate could drive me back in the morning," I told him.
"Well..." he paused, "Don't take this the wrong way but I only live about five miles from here and you could crash at my place if you're comfortable with that. It would be much easier for me to run you to your car in the morning that way." He waited nervously for my response.
The alcohol had long since inhibited my decision-making skills and I quickly agreed that his suggestion was a better idea. "You'd do that? Thank you SO much, Jack," I said, wrapping my arms around him a little too comfortably. He chuckled at my tipsy behavior and handed me his jacket to wear on the walk to the car.
Jack obviously had some money. He had showed up to the party in a well-fitted dress shirt and dark jeans that showed off his toned figure. His car was a sporty little black two-door with a tan leather interior. He opened my door and helped me inside, spending a little too long watching down the front of my dress as I got in. Watching him drive was so sexy, and I squeezed my thighs together feeling the heat between them grow stronger.
I don't know what made me do it but I suddenly had the urge to touch him and I stroked his bare arm with my hand. He jumped from the contact of my cold hands on his warm bicep and laughed.
"You're freezing. Here, lets warm you up," he said, turning the heat on in the car. He grabbed my hand again and held it in front of the vents to warm me up, then placed it back on my thigh. His hand lingered on top of mine and I thought he would remove it but rather, he starting rubbing my thigh, only up to the hem of my dress.
The tension the rest of the ride was increased and neither of us spoke much until we arrived at his house. Jack lived alone in a well-kept split-level home with two bedrooms.
"So, you promise not to murder me, right?" I joked, squeezing his arm as he helped me out of his car.
"I like you much better alive than I would dead, sweetheart," he laughed.
As we made our way inside, I drunkenly tried to move closer to him but I could tell he was keeping his distance to respect me. I kicked my sandals off by the door and hung my sweater on the coat rack so I was left with just my sleeveless sundress which tightly hugged my breasts.
"If you'd like a shower I would suggest using the one in the master, as in the guest bathroom the hot water runs out quickly," he said, showing me upstairs.
"Perfect, I'd love a hot shower right now," I replied, moving in front of him, well aware that my dress was shifting up revealing more of my legs than before, "Would you mind if I borrowed a shirt to sleep in?"
"Of course," he responded opening his bedroom door and walking to the closet.
He had a large comfortable looking bed and dark wooden furniture. The walls were a deep gray and he had several dim lamps lit. The whole room made me horny and wanting to strip naked for him the minute I walked in. Jack showed me into the large, tiled master bath with a walk-in shower and placed towels along with a t-shirt and pajama pants on the counter for me. He got the water started for me and walked towards the door, stopping before shutting it and looked at me.
"Just, umm, holler if you need anything," he said, half-smiling.
"I will, thanks Jack," I said coyly, as he looked me up and down once more before shutting the bathroom door. I slipped out of my sundress and waited for the water to heat up, looking at myself in the mirror. My hands wandered down to my aching pussy and I gently spread my lips, wishing Jack would walk in and see me touching myself in his bathroom. I stepped into the shower, letting the water pelt against my nipples and drip down to my throbbing clit. I leaned against the cold tile rubbing my fingers through the folds of my lips thinking about Jack's hands moving up and down my body. I was letting out soft moans, hoping the running water would cover up my lust. I could hear him moving about in his room and the thought of being so close to him, naked and alone in his house almost made me cum. I stopped myself and finished showering.