MILFs and Virgins

Robby’s blonde boss is beautiful and sweet, and he has a massive crush on her. As they get closer and closer, Lori realizes it, and the idea of being with the handsome young man becomes just too much for the married mother to resist.

Brett has been stuck in the friend zone for what feels like forever. But in one amazing week, surrounded by older women, he goes from famine to feast.

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She reached over and pulled me into a hug, which seemed to be the closest thing to heaven I’d ever known. Putting my nose in her blonde hair, I breathed deeply. I’m five foot eight, and in her modest heels, we were eye to eye. I set my hands on her back gently and felt the warmth of her body.

When she pulled back, she wiped a tear from her face and then mine with a little laugh.

For two weeks, we talked and got to know each other. We laughed and teased, even flirted a little bit. I know she caught me staring at her now and again. The pretty outfits she wore had been what she wore to her travel agency, so it was just part of her style. She wasn’t gonna start wearing jeans and T-shirts just because it was a hobby shop.

The next morning, she returned from an early appointment dressed differently. Instead of the lovely outfits she wore so well, she came into the store in a halter-topped bodysuit, tights, and leg warmers.

She must have noticed my eyes when she walked in. She looked amazing. Her beautiful, curvy body was on display, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her.

She looked at me a little sheepishly. “Is this okay? The place where Carl is getting therapy has a gym next door, and I signed up for some aerobics classes in the evening.”

I was nearly speechless, but managed not to make a fool of myself. “It’s fine by me.”

But it didn’t take long for her to understand that perhaps it was a little too casual. After a couple of men came in with their ladies, who gave her the ugliest looks, she came up to me in the storeroom.

“I did this so I could save a little time and catch a 5:30 class after we close,” she said with a concerned look. “But now that I think about it, I don’t think it’s appropriate for the store.”

I thought for a minute and then remembered a smock that Carl had sometimes worn when he was working on the big model railroad setup. Stepping to the coat rack behind the door, I plucked the old garment off a peg and handed it to her.

She grimaced as she looked at it. It was spotted with model paint in various shades and dried glue. “Seriously?” she asked me with a raised eyebrow before slipping it on and closing the snaps.

I shrugged. “This is a hobby shop. You fit right in. And it covers those curves pretty well.” The words were out of my mouth before I thought about it.

But rather than get upset, she smiled and grabbed the sides of the smock and pulled them tight around her. “These curves?” She said with a cheery smile.

I nodded nervously and looked pointedly at her face. I breathed a sigh of relief when she laughed.

The smock did the trick, and she wore it on Tuesdays and Fridays when she dressed for her aerobics classes, but replaced Carl’s with a new one that fit her better. It was in a rather lovely violet color, and it just covered her amazing ass. Some days, she’d leave and take Carl to some appointment or just go home and be with him for a couple of hours while I covered the store.

But as the third week ended, I was having real trouble with my imagination. She’d often wear the smock open until a customer came in, and then she’d button it up. It gave me an unobstructed view of her marvelous body for most of the day. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they were pleasantly plump, and I wanted to put my face between them in the worst way.