Precious Things

I looked down as we walked over to the table, not wanting to see his face, afraid that he saw my nipples. Please, please go away, but the more I wished them away, the harder they became. “No, it was just a breeze from the air conditioner over there, it is much better here,” trying to bring my arms up to cover my breasts without being too obvious. It did not work, only making it more obvious, so I put her arms down, my nipples still pointed and erect. He pulled out my chair and my skirt rode up my legs as I sat down. He pushed the chair in, the tablecloth hiding my bare legs.

“I’ll be right back. Now don’t go away, I have to make up for not being noticed last week.”

Michael returned with my glass of white wine and we began to talk about my plans when I graduate, what I was taking in school and my job prospects. I finally let it out that I had no job prospects, unable to lie to him. I learned that Michael was a COO, chief operating officer of a local telecommunications company and was very successful and obviously well off. During the dinner, I was a hit with the other men, my charm and good looks giving me an advantage, especially knowing someone as important as Michael. During dinner, Michael would often reach over, sometimes his hands accidentally touching me, the electricity shooting through my body again as they did. He seemed to be unfazed by his effect on me and it seemed to be so natural that his hands would touch me, almost like I belonged to him. The night passed quickly, quicker then I wanted it to. I was having so much fun, the center of attention at the table, even though there were other female students more attractive then me at the same table. It seemed that my connection with Michael gave me more power then the others. This excited me and yet at the same time frightened me. He also had the same effect on me. He seemed to be able to control me, not outright control, but subtle control, the ability to turn me to mush at the mere sound of his voice.

The evening finally ended, most of the people already gone. “I think you better be getting back to the dorms, it’s getting late and you said you have an early class tomorrow.”

I looked at him, “yes, I want to thank you for the lovely evening. I’ve never had such a nice time at one of the affairs before and I think it was because of you,” afraid I sounded to anxious, to eager, like I was trying to flirt with him.

“It was my pleasure, the university is lucky to have such an intelligent woman and might I add, beautiful woman as a student. Any company would be lucky to have you as an employee. I hope I have helped you with that.”

“Yes you have, almost everyone at the table asked for my resume. Again, thank you very much and maybe we will see each other again,” smiling at Michael as I said it. Was I actually trying to flirt with him, he was so much older then I was. But he did seem to drive me weak in the knees whenever he touched me.

“I’m afraid this is my last, I can only take the time to go to a few of these, but I am glad that I picked this one. Very nice meeting you, Jessica and hope we meet paths again.” With that, Michael touched my hand again before leaving, not turning around as he left.

I walked back to the dorm, thinking of the night. He was so much older. What would it be like to date someone that had to be at least forty-five? Would we have anything in common? What would sex be like? Oh, God, Jessica, forget it. You’re just a college senior, what would he want from someone like you. He could have his pick of any woman in this town. I reached my dorm, my roommate gone for the week. I quickly stripped off my clothes, hanging up my dress, another dinner two nights away. Nothing would be as good as this one. I got into bed and turned off the light, naked, not sure why, usually wearing a pair of men pajama bottoms. It was late and I fell asleep and began to dream.

I awoke the next day, my fingers tucked between my thighs, slick with my juices. God, that must have been a great dream, I wish I remembered it, the room smelling of my sex.

I never did see Michael again, though I did look at every dinner and I did go to many of them. Even after I got a job at Qualcomm, one of Michael’s contacts at the table having come through, I still attended two others, hoping to run into Michael again. But he never showed up again, finally giving up and that night started to fade from my mind.

Graduation came and went, I decided to remain in Southern California. My parents were disappointed, living so far away, but they understood how important it was to me to get a good job. And a good job was the one at Qualcomm. Qualcomm is a large telecommunications company and the job I got was in the accounting department. Some of the employees that had been there for a couple of years already seem impressed at the position they had given to a relatively new graduate. The job paid well and I managed to get a small apartment close to the beach. Not that close, but close enough so I could run on the boardwalk whenever I could find the time from work. I had run track in high school and I continued to run while in college. It helped to keep my ass round and firm. I still had not dated for almost six months now. With graduation and the new job, time for social activities was non-existent. 

It was September, most of the tourists gone for the winter, the boardwalk now relatively sparse with people compared to the 10,000 during the summer. I had just finished coming back on the boardwalk, running the six miles to the street where my apartment was. My mind was thinking of work and was not paying much attention as I turned the corner. Suddenly I slammed into a bicycle, tumbling towards the ground, trying to grab one of the brick walls as I fell. I was just about to hit the ground painfully when a pair of hands grabbed me tightly around the waist, catching me before my ass hit the hard payment.

“Gotcha,” he said, the voice sounding familiar to me. 

I looked up from the jumbled mess of my legs, strong hands helping me back onto my feet. There he was, Michael. Looking as handsome as ever, this time in shorts and a tee shirt, his bronze tan offset by the white tee.

“Why Jessica, is that you? Michael looked up, noticing the tight body in a pair of shorts and abbreviated top.

“Michael, I guess I owe you again,” I said, beaming from ear to ear. 

“Only helping a lady in distress and what do you mean again?

“That night I managed to impress enough people to get a job at Qualcomm. I have to thank you for that. And now you save my body from being splattered all over the pavement.”

Grinning sheepishly, “now that would have been a shame to do such a terrible thing to such a lovely body.”

I blushed, feeling his hot hands still on my body, burning my skin as one still held my arm tightly and the other was gently draping my waist. I felt him release them as his eyes noticed my embarrassment.

“I’ll tell you what, I will let you make it up to me. If you don’t have any plans for tonight, how about dinner with me tonight? There is an excellent small restaurant down near the cove that has the best seafood on the beach. About eight tonight? He did not give her much of a chance to refuse.

I jumped at the chance, “of course, that sounds great. I’ll meet you there if you don’t mind,” hoping that I did not sound too eager. My love life sucked lately and with the new job and tight money, the chance for great dinners had been scarce. And Michael was extremely handsome, though the age thing still bothered me.

“I’ll meet you in the bar, it’s called The Catch of the Day and it is right down in the cove. It’s the only one down there, so you shouldn’t have a problem finding it. Eight O’clock.” And with that he was off, running off to finish the five miles for the day, leaving me standing there, still surprised by the unexpected happenings.

This should be interesting, I thought. A date, I guess you could call it a date. With an older man, definitely older, almost as old as Dad, I thought as I finished up my run. Wonder what it would be like to make love to him. I did not have much experience with sex, at least very little experience with good sex. The last good sex I had was with her vibrator, laughing as I ran. The rest of the day went rather fast, trying to get the thousand things done on the weekends, things you didn’t have time to do during the week. I started to get ready for dinner with Michael, taking a shower. I looked at my body in the full-length mirror, my firm breasts, large nipples, tight stomach and that great ass. God, why couldn’t I find a decent lover, why were they all such jerks. I let the water run over my body, feeling good, washing away the work and run of the day. I ran the soap over my body, letting my hands fall down between my legs, running up and down my pussy. I better shave tonight, I thought, never can be too sure! I had shaved all of the hair from my pussy and it required frequent shaving to keep it bald, but I enjoyed the look. And it felt good when I masturbated and that was frequent.