I'm The Boss' Working Girl

I bought an older car, all I could afford. One afternoon my car wouldn't start and the Ex VP of my department drove by on his way out of the garage and offered to help. My car's issues were too much for him and he offered to drop me off on his way home. At my complex he asked to see my apartment, because he hadn't been in one since college. Pressed against my breakfast bar he held me against him.

I asked him what he wanted and he said he wanted me. For what? Stupid question. In my room he had me straighten out my bed, pick up my clothes and then get undresses for him. While I stood there he took his clothes off and asked me to get in position on the bed.

I got on the bed and told him to get it over with, he did. My first old man, not his first working girl. From then on he considered me his working girl. I got my car fixed, then traded in for a new Camry. I had sex in a beach house, in a Hyatt hotel, on a new queen bed, mostly on my new queen bed. Most always with my arms and legs around him, a few times on my hands and knees. With the apocalypse I moved into a high rise apartment in his building. So his drive to see me is a ride on the elevator.

He will turn 46 in December, he wants to take me to the mountains in Colorado.