Beth And John

by Elizabeth

 

My friend Heddy had been having problems with the last two sales ladies she had hired for her small ladies wear shop. Neither of them seemed to really care about the job, and frequently failed to show up, so when Heddy called on Saturday morning and asked if I could help her reorganize her store, I was not surprised. I always told her that whenever she needed help at the store, she simply had to call, which she had done a number of times. In fact, on one occasion she had let me take over the store for an afternoon, and my sales for that afternoon were fantastic.

My wife, Joan, had left for a week long seminar the night before, and I had no other plans. Heddy carried several lines of really beautiful clothes and just handling them all day would be a pleasure.

I knew we would be doing a lot of physical work, and simply wore a pair of jeans and a white blouse, some light makeup, and pilled my hair on the back of my head. It would seem funny being in the store in such casual clothes.

"Beth,", Heddy greeted me as I walked into the shop, "I’m so glad you could help me today. The next time those two show up, I’m giving them their walking papers."

"So, who would you get. More of the same?"

"No, I want you to come work for me. You’re great with people. You look very professional. And you love it here. I’m sure Joan wouldn’t mind. She’d get some great discounts."

I was shocked at the request. I’d often dream of working for Heddy or better yet being a partner. Joan and I had often talked about this, and she thought it would be wonderful.

"Yes," was my reply. Yes I’d love to! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

We hugged and smiled. We were the best of friends and would be great to work together.

We spend the rest of the morning moving the displays around, to give the shoppers more room and a better view of the new stock. Since it was a quiet Friday morning, without even one serious shopper, we managed to get everything done before one. The afternoon was just the opposite. It got to the point, where Heddy asked me to change into something more appropriate and start my career as a sales lady.

By five thirty, we were exhausted, and we were looking for a nice quiet evening. She invited to her house, so we could enjoy some Chinese food, wine, and a movie.

I had been too tired to change into my jeans and was still wearing the pink skirt and blouse. We were sitting in her living room, and just finishing a glass of wine, when her neighbor John stopped by to get his spare key. He was always locking himself out. I had often seen him walking around and both Joan and I had commented on how nice looking we thought he was. On more than one occasion, Joan had mentioned that she would like to take him to bed. I agreed, and even jokingly told her that if she had the chance, she better take him to bed, otherwise I would never talk to her again.

"John, this is my friend Beth."

"It’s ver nice to meet you," he looked at me sitting on the sofa. For some unknown reason I felt a flush of heat shoot right through me, and understood exactly what my wife mean when she said she wanted to take him to bed. "Why don’t you join us for a glass of wine," the words poured out of my mouth as if I’d known him for years. I slid over and motioned for him to sit down next to me.

"I’d love to," he smiled and accepted my invitation. Heddy brought another glass and let me pour John a glass. As I handed it to him our hands touched, and at that moment, I felt so very, very nice.

John told me he had often seen me when I visited Heddy and had recently built up the nerve to talk to her about me; a fact she had left out. He complimented me on my looks, and whenever he had the chance, he was touching me; sometimes on the leg, but mostly on my arm or hand. I didn’t complain. By the time he finished his glass of wine, there was no space between us. When the Chinese food came and I got up to pay for it, there was a disappointed look on John’s face.

For over an hour we talked, ate our food and laughed. John seemed genuinely happy for me when Heddy told him that I was now working at the store for her. He looked straight into my eyes, and mentioned that he would have to stop by and say hello. I smiled.

Heddy joined us on the sofa, so we could watch the movie. By the time the movie was half finished, John had his arm around my shoulder and I rested my head on his chest, with my hand on the top part of his thigh. I looked down and noticed a huge lump in his pants, gently brushed my hand over it, and teasingly whispered, "Is that for me?"

He turned, put his hand over mine, and nodded. "My wife will be jealous," I said.

"You can share it."

When the movie finished, we talked a little bit more, and both Heddy and I said we had to get some sleep because we had to get in early and clean the store before we opened. It was then that I kissed him. A real kiss. I couldn’t believe that I wasn’t going to bed with him that night and neither could he, because as soon as we finished kissing, he asked me if I would have dinner with him tomorrow evening. I didn’t even get to say anything, when Heddy said, "Of course, she’d love to. And you’d better treat her really well."

A date. I was actually going out a date with a man. My god, could this really be happening. I had just agreed to start work as a sales lady; spent the evening next to man and lusting after him; given a passionate kiss to him; and agreed to spend an evening with him. That night my dreams were all x-rated.

Business was very good on Saturday, and by closing time, I still had not decided on what I would wear or even had a chance to do my nails.

Heddy brought out nice fitted long black skirt with a full length slit on one side and a delicate black blouse that would look good with a black camisole and bra. With this on, there would be no way we would be able to finish dinner without him having his hands all over me.

I arrived at his condo about seven thirty and there was no doubt that he was more than happy to see me. When he first say me, all he could say was "Wow". I gave him a gentle hello kiss. That was not enough for him and he pulled me into him and gave me a long passionate kiss. I nearly melted.

 

 

 

*********************************************
© 2002 by Elizabeth. All Rights Reserved. These documents (including, without limitation, all articles, text, images, logos, compilation design) may printed for personal use only. No portion of these documents may be stored electronically, distributed electronically, or otherwise made available without express written consent of the copyright holder.