Jill (A Woman’s Perspective) 4.4/5 (39)

My husband shared the story of our experiences with Jake, but there is another perspective that must be told. I was in the checkout line at the local supermarket, when I overheard a conversation between the store manager and a young man, standing near the automatic doors. The young man was asking for a summer job.

When the manager told him that he had no positions available, he suggested that the young man post a flyer on the bulletin board on the outside wall of the store. I paid for my groceries and as I pushed my cart outside, I saw the young man pinning a flyer to the cork board inside the glass enclosure.

I have always been the one to rescue stray animals, I always put a few dollars in the fire boot for the local volunteer fire department fund raiser, and so I stopped behind the young man and asked if he would help me unload my grocery cart for a few dollars. The young man closed the bulletin board door and nodded yes with a huge smile on his face.

As he pushed my cart toward the parking lot, he introduced himself as Jake. He explained that he was taking the summer off from college to make some money for his senior year. As we approached my car, I pressed the remote and my trunk lid opened. I stood to the side as Jake transferred bag after bag into the trunk of my car.

I ask him to put all of the frozen and cold foods in the cooler I keep in my trunk. He commented that I must be a chef because of all the fresh fruits, vegetables and meats I had purchased. I blushed a little because I do take great pride in my culinary skills. When he had emptied my cart, I reached in my purse and I found a ten dollar bill. I handed it to Jake.

I asked with my charitable curiosity, if he was hungry. Jake nodded yes. I pointed toward a small Italian Bistro located at the end of the little strip mall next door. I said, come on and I’ll feed you lunch. As we walked toward the restaurant, I noticed that Jake was a nice looking young man. He was muscular and handsome. I enjoyed his polite demeanor.

He walked to the traffic side of me and put his hand on my shoulder if a car was passing. We entered the restaurant, Jake holding the door for me. He held my chair for me as we were seated. All of this attentiveness was making me feel a bit special. Jake took his seat across from me. The tables were so small that our knees bumped together when Jake sat down.

As we studied the menu, we made small talk and I noticed that Jake looked me in the eyes the whole time. I looked away in the beginning, but I was drawn to his pleasant gaze. He was so complimentary and that is just what a woman of forty needs to hear. Jake gave our orders to the waitress and I felt my right knee was being gently squeezed between Jake’s knees.

This simple touch sent a feeling of fire to my cheeks. I lost my composure and blurted out that my husband was trying to remodel our house and needed help. I wrote down our address on a napkin and told him he should stop by later. I almost bolted out the door at that point, but I felt compelled to stay. I excused myself to the ladies room. I stood there at the lavatory, looking into the mirror. What are you doing, I asked my reflection.

I debated with myself. You are happily married. You have never looked at another man. I continued to scold myself. He is not interested in you anyway. There was something hot deep inside me that trumped any arguments I had fabricated. I unbuttoned my blouse three buttons down. No, that won’t work as I criticized my sexy attempt.

I took off my blouse and removed my bra. I packed my bra inside my purse and slipped my blouse back on. I buttoned from bottom to top to see what looked the sexiest. I settled on buttoning up to mid cleavage. I darted out of the ladies room, with full knowledge that I was trying to seduce this young man.

As I approached my chair, Jake stood up and seated me. I scooted my chair tight into the table and my breast hung over the tabletop. Jake sat back down and I saw the look in his eyes as my knees were even closer to him than before. Jake commented that is a lovely blouse. I felt Jake’s knees scramble for position and in moments my knee was being fully caressed between his thighs.

When our food came, I only ate a bite or two as I was so nervous about the thoughts that had invaded my mind. Jake fed me a bite of pasta with his fork. Then he picked up a small meatball between his fingers and reached across the table toward my mouth. I opened my lips and took this morsel. I closed my lips around Jake’s fingers as he removed them from my mouth.

Jake’s eyes lit up with the feeling of my kiss on his fingers. I couldn’t wait any longer. I thought do it now or walk away. I motioned for the waitress and dropped thirty dollars on her tray. Keep the change I added. Jake arose and helped me from my seat like gentlemen do. As we walked out the door, Jake put his hand around my waist and we practically ran to my car.

I fumbled with my keys as we approached the car. I found my remote and unlocked the doors. Jake bounded into the passenger side and I jumped into the driver’s side. I looked over at Jake. He had this wild animal like expression. I know my face had a similar look. I cranked the car and I smoked the tires as we sped out of the parking lot.

I didn’t know where we were going, but we were going somewhere! By instinct I was driving toward my home, but I knew that wouldn’t work! I jerked the steering wheel to the right on a dirt road near my house. It led to an abandoned pond in the middle of a wooded area. I pulled up to a secluded spot by the pond and threw my shifter into park.

I grabbed Jake by his collar and pulled him to me. We kissed so passionately. I was kissing like I hadn’t kissed in years. I felt lust that I hadn’t felt since I was in high school. Jake unbuttoned another of my blouse buttons as we kissed. I felt his warm hand cupping my breast. I was in a fervent heat. In minutes I was topless with Jake suckling on my nipples.

Somehow, we exited the car and we were entwined on the ground on the passenger side of the car. Jake had removed his shirt and I was impressed with his strong chest and chiseled abs. I raised my bottom as Jake removed my jeans. Jake fingered me through my panties as we lay kissing. At that second reality hit me like a train. I jumped up, grabbed my clothes, and backed around the front of the car.

I kept saying over and over, sorry Jake I can’t do this. I jumped into the car and left Jake standing there. I pulled over near the main road and shook the grass from my hair and I put my clothes back on. I sat in my car in tears over the poor judgment and indiscretion I had committed. I got myself together and drove home.

Paul my husband was upstairs working on the remodeling job when I got home. I unloaded the groceries and put them away. I went upstairs and talked with Paul a few minutes. I told him that I was going to go out to the patio and get some sun. I changed into my cutoff jeans and bikini top. I poured me a strong mixed drink, grabbed a towel and went out to the patio lounger.

It was so warm and nice, I undressed and dropped into my recliner naked. I closed my eyes and I couldn’t get the thought of what I had done out of my mind. After a few large swallows of my drink, I felt warm and my mind drifted back to Jake kind of like the setting for a romance novel. I replayed what had happened in my mind.

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