This was more than a few years ago, as I was freshly divorced, and, in the fallout from the divorce I had decided to move across the country to a job I found in Los Angeles. I think it was fair to say I was bringing a lot of shame with me when I came over, living in a nice apartment in a slightly less-nice part of the city and starting over at a small company. My experience as a Southernor trying to date in LA was decidedly messy. I certainly didn’t act or dress like the people here, and I felt like everyone I met was way out of my league. I had a fantastic pre-social media ghosting where one girl who was truly amazing vanished as I was paying the bill. It wasn’t a great time, and I quickly was giving hope of finding anyone any time soon, and instead decided to focus on work, where at least professionally I had gotten myself on the fast track with the boss.
One thing I noticed working there was that the front office in particular was staffed with a lot of truly stunning women in their early-to-mid 20’s. Later (long after the events of this story) I found out that the boss/owner of the company, who was a tremendous sleaze, had a habit of poaching his employees from the Orange County strip club he frequented. (He swore they were always the waitresses, never the dancers.) But, before I was aware of this, one other employee, Jane, who had started about the same time as me got assigned to help me on some stuff. To the extent I have a type, she was it, standing nearly 5’7″, with long raven hair. As we worked together, I treated her as an equal, like a good professional, which she really liked. It quickly became clear she was not especially educated, but she was curious and willing to give things a try. We worked together off and on on side projects, and I simply left it at that – I wasn’t looking to fish off the company pier, and honestly it never occurred to me to think there could be anything more than an a professional relationship.
Where things started to change was when the boss gave me tickets to a Dodgers game (the company had some nice season tickets). I mentioned it to Jane, and she lit up about how she loved the Dodgers, so I automatically asked if she wanted to come. She jumped on it and her face lit up. A few days later the game came up, and she brought a change of clothes to replace her professional attire, and instead of her usual sport coat and dress (or paintsuit) she was in a tank top and torn jeans, and for the first time I couldn’t help noticing she had an absolutely killer body. I was trying and thoroughly failing not to stare at her cleavage. My dating life was still in absolute neutral, and the sight of her surgically-enhanced body was a visual gravity on my eyes. If she was bothered, she didn’t show it. We got to the game and it was clear she knew nothing at all about baseball, but I was happy to teach, and explain the goings-on, and everything I said kept getting “wow, you explain it so clearly!” and responses like that. Was she kissing up to me? Was she flirting? (besides having given up on sex, i was incredibly inexperienced. She found a way to mention over the course of the game she had been into gymnastics and cheerleading in school. She also mentioned meeting the boss at “the club.”
“The club?” I asked. She named the strip club that was formerly her place of employment. She mentioned a number of other girls in the front office that had worked there. Ohhhh…As the game quickly settled into a rout, she caught me looking at my watch. “Do you need to go?” she asked. I replied that my cat would be fine.
“okay.” There was a pause. “actually, is it okay if we go?” I said sure. As I started to drive back, I put the work address in the navigation system. “Do you mind just taking me back to my place? I rode with the other Jane to work this morning.” (We had two Janes in the office.) Of course I didn’t mind. As we went back, the conversation was a little more personal, but nothing memorable. As we got to her apartment, she smiled and said “give me a hug!” Of course I did, still a bit clueless, but as the hug started to break, she left her hands laced behind my head, and kept her face close. I might be dense, but I’m not THAT dense, and I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips parted instantly and we began making out in my car. “Do you want to see my place?” Not really, but I sure wanted to see what was going to happen in her place.
“Sure, I’d love to.” Her apartment was honestly pretty terrible and an absolute mess, but as long as it wasn’t actually on fire, I wasn’t about to care. We went in, and she held my hand and lead me straight to her bedroom, turned around and began kissing me again. This time I shamelessly had my hands all over her. The first thing I did was lift her top up, and as I started, her arms went above her head, letting me take it off. She unsnapped her jeans and peeled them off for me, standing before me in matching dark green lace underwear. Sometimes you say someone is stunning as another word for beautiful. This time I was actually, completely stunned. I know the boss would claim she was waitress, but she had CLEARLY invested in her body for the stage. She smiled and even laughed a bit at the stupid expression on my face, stepped up me, and said “let’s make this fair” and started unbuttoning my shirt. I was quick to help her out of this, and in very little time I was naked, and she pushed me onto the bed, tying her hair back as she knelt in front of me. Her big green eyes locked with mine as she licked the underside of my shaft and then my length vanished in her mouth. my head fell back and I groaned out loud. Jane quickly twisted her head back and forth, rising up and down my shaft. This continued on for a few minutes until she picked her head up and gave me a wicked smile as she stood up and worked her panties off. I scooted back on the bed, and she swung a leg over me, and pushed her hips down. I groaned, and suddenly, very suddenly I felt that rush of orgasm coming. “Oh no!” I cried as I came inside her. Was it five seconds or ten? It didn’t matter, it was hilariously fast. I was embarrassed, but she just laughed a bit, and kept her weight on me, and my length fully inside her.
“That’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.” She reached back and unclasped her bra, shrugging it off and exposing herself to me. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts, moaning softly as I caressed them. At this point in my life, where she was the third person I had *ever* had sex with, this was beyond stunning. To this day, it still ranks as the most amazing body I’ve ever had my hands on. She moaned softly as I caressed her slowly, and louder when I squeezed. Pretty soon it became clear she really enjoyed the attention to her chest, and I certainly enjoyed giving it to her. Eventually, my erection returned inside her and she started to grind on it. Her moans got louder as she braced herself on me. This second time around, I was good to last a very long time, and she just closed her eyes and moved her body on me, using my length inside her, and grinding her clitoris on me as she methodically engineered her own orgasm on me.
As she finished, a thin film of sweat on her body, I decided I was not going to make her do all the work. She dismounted and I rolled on top of her, kissing my way down her body. At first there was a bit of surprise, but when she felt my tongue on her, I felt her body relax and her legs come up. Her hands ran through my hair as I went to work, sliding my tongue back and forth across her clit, and then eventually working a finger inside. “mmm, fuck me with it.” she moaned, and I began working my finger in and out as I licked, and she came again, her hips heaving up and pushing me to the side. She quickly pulled me up by the shoulders for a cuddle. “Thank you.” She said.
“It was my pleasure.” I said.
“No, thank you.” I pulled back confused. She explained that I was the first person in ages not to treat her like a piece of meat. I was, of course, just oblivious. I thank her in return, telling her how hopeless I had been feeling. She gave me a kiss, telling me I was a catch. I kissed her back, saying she was the better catch. She rolled onto her back, pulling me on top of her, in the next phase of a night we would spend up until about 4 in the morning doing different versions of this over and over and over…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rixkjn/i_was_a_divorcee_about_to_turn_30_who_had_just
Great story! Leaves me wondering what came of you two after this
What about the cat?