At first, I wasn’t extremely attracted to Vanessa. I’d been around some of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in college, so I hadn’t really thought about an older (to me) woman. But working in a professional environment, usually filled with older women (not many attractive) can make your mind start to wander after a while.
It’s not that Vanessa wasn’t attractive. She had a simple look to her; fine facial features. She was petite, about 5’2” at the most, and pretty thin. She had A cups up top but a nice full ass. You couldn’t really notice her ass that often because of the conservative dress code of the bank. Being latin, she had beautiful tanned skin, dark hair and chocolate eyes. And then there was the accent…
A couple weeks after Vanessa started, she ended up being a couple hundred dollars short in her cash drawer. Following protocol, I had her close her drawer and I audited the cash and reviewed her transactions, but unfortunately, nothing could explain the different.
“I’m so sorry Jay,” Vanessa told me in her lovely accent. “I must have been distracted. That has happened a lot lately.”
“It’s okay,” I told her. “We’ll work on your accuracy and I’ll teach you a couple tips on how to stay in balance throughout the day.”
I’m not one to bear down on someone when they know they’ve screwed up, but I care about my employees and was curious about her “distraction”.
The bank was finally closed and Vanessa and I were the last employees. I accompanied her to the vault to store her cash for the evening. “So tell me about your distractions?” I told her.
“It’s really nothing… actually it’s dumb,” she replied.
I continued, “I know some things can sound dumb in your head, but often it helps to just voice them; to talk to someone else about them.”
She thought about it for a moment, then said, “Well, you know I’m a single mom. I take care of my kids, send them to school, make dinner for them and pick them up from after-school care or a friend’s house everyday. I don’t have any time for myself or even a boyfriend because I’m always tired, or tense. I just need a good fuck!”
Whoa! I thought to myself. This is rather blunt, but I wasn’t going to be a prude about it; after all, I asked what was wrong.
She must have noticed my facial reaction because her delicate face turned a dark shade of red due to her embarrassment.
“I’m sorry Jay, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No Vanessa, I’m sorry I reacted the way I did; I didn’t mean to. Everybody has needs. I sometimes have those needs too. I don’t have a girlfriend so it’s not like I can just go home and fuck whenever I want either.”
This brought a sheepish smile to her face.
“Thank you for understanding.” She replied and gave me an unexpected embrace. I could fell her relief from what had been distracting her and the fact that I didn’t report her for her cash difference. The embrace lingered as we stood in the vault and soon our lips met, as our bodies press against each other. I could feel something stirring in my pants.
“Wait, not here.” I told her.