The first trip to the office felt awkward but Betty greeted me warmly and Jean was at her desk and smiled at me as if everything was normal. By noon it seemed that the previous day was forgotten, except by Brian who continued to avoid me. All in all a net plus.
The next day, a Wednesday, I had a run that would take about 4 hours. When I got in my truck I checked my folder for the invoices and packing slips for my deliveries that day. There was an envelope with my name on it. Puzzled, I opened it. It was a note from Jean thanking me again for driving her home the other day and inviting me to dinner the next night. I had never met her husband and son and thought it was nice she was inviting me into her home to meet her family. I wasn’t sure I really wanted to do that but I had a long day to think about it.
When I got back to the warehouse I brought my papers into the office. Jean saw me right away and seemed to beam at me. She walked over to me looking around to make sure we were alone and asked. “Will you be there tomorrow?”
” I’m not sure Jean. I don’t want to put you out.” I answered.
She scoffed and said “You won’t be putting me out.” Her brilliant green eyes looked into mine and she grabbed my forearm squeezing it firmly. “Please?” My cock stirred with the attention she was giving me especially with her big tits just inches away from me. Don’t be stupid I said to myself.
“Sure, what time?” I replied.
“Right after work, about 5:15 or so.” She said.
“I’ll be there.” I said. She seemed to beam again and said “Great!”
The next day after work I drove into Jean’s driveway. There were no cars in the driveway and the garage door was closed. I nervously went up to the door and rang the doorbell. Jean opened the door with a big smile on her face. She was dressed in very nice stretch slacks and a tight fitting blouse that actually showed some cleavage, something she would never wear to work.
“Hi!” She said and actually bounced up and gave me a quick kiss on my lips causing her breasts to brush against my chest. “Come on in and make yourself comfortable. I have a few things to do in the kitchen.”
“Hi!” I replied and looked around nervously, expecting her husband or son to come out. No one appeared and I sat down on the couch. I heard Jean rustling in the kitchen. After a moment I got up and went into the kitchen.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked glancing around.
“No, I think I’m pretty well set. Dinner should be ready in a little while.” I looked through to the dining room and was surprised to see a small table with only two place settings at it.
“Where is Jim and your son?” I asked.
“Oh they took a few day father and son vacation before school starts up.” She said nonchalantly.
The implication of that statement stunned me. I was having what could only be considered an intimate dinner with a stacked, sexy MILF. It was just earlier that summer that I had learned that term from that asshole Brian. I smiled at the irony of the fact that it was because of him I was here.
Jean looked over at me smiling nervously. “You don’t mind that it’s just me, do you?”
I smiled nervously at her. “Of-of course not.” I stuttered.
“Good!” She smiled warmly. “Would you like some wine?” She seemed to notice my hesitation and said “I know you’re underage but I won’t tell anyone.” She hesitated briefly and continued. “About anything that happens tonight.”
My head was spinning now as she poured a glass of wine and handed it to me. If I was at home daydreaming about a scenario like this I would be rock hard and masturbating. As it was my cock was still soft and the reality was I was nervous as hell.
She had made a nice roast and I helped her get it and all the fixings on the table. I pulled her chair out for her and she smiled at me. “Thank you kind sir!” She said. As I sat down she raised her glass in a toast. “Here’s to a nice dinner and a wonderful evening.”
We sat and ate and conversed. Jean was easy to talk to especially after my tongue was loosened with a little wine. I kept glancing at her tits discretely. She looked up from her plate and saw my eyes divert. She smiled and picked up her glass and swirled her wine, her eyes looking directly into mine.
