Renee hung up the phone and leaned over the desk, cradling her head in her hand. The day at the office had been bad enough, and this was just the icing on the cake.
Somehow, the computer at the thrift store had picked up a virus. Without it, she couldn't print tags, enter anything into inventory, scan it out when someone purchased something, or keep up with the government paperwork. The weekend would be here in two days, and she had to send the volunteers home without getting anything done today. All of the computer places she'd called either weren't answering, or didn't have an opening.
Sitting up, she ran her fingers through long locks of auburn hair. It was hard enough only being able to open the store for the needy on weekends. The weak economy meant fewer people volunteering their time, and asking them to keep track of everything on paper would only make it worse. The government made sure that it was as difficult as possible to help anyone with grassroots charity, while large organizations paid administrators six figures. One way or another, she had to get the computer fixed — and do it cheap around her own work schedule.
The phone rang again, and she picked it up with a surge of hope. She'd left several messages, and prayed that it was one of the repair shops calling her back. Unfortunately, she saw her neighbor's number on the display.
"Hello," she answered.
"Hi, Renee. I thought you would be there. I have a couple of boxes I put together at my sister's. Do you want me to bring them by there, or just drop them off at the house?"
"Either way is fine."
Her frustration must have crept into her voice, because Phyllis asked, "What's wrong?"
Renee let out a sigh. "I've got a virus on the computer at the store, and I can't get anyone in here to fix it. I'm at a standstill."
"Oh, hang on a second." Her next words were muted, indicating that Phyllis had her hand over the phone's receiver, but Renee could make out enough to know that her neighbor was calling for her son. A second later, she said, "William is good at that sort of thing. He's just lazing about the house, anyway. I'll send him along to see if he can fix it for you."
"I don't want to put anyone out," Renee said automatically, though she was truly elated.
"Nonsense. I'll send the boxes with him too."
"I really appreciate it."
"I know how much of your own money you spend, and I can't usually help all that much. This is one way I can do my part. Well, second hand anyway."
Renee laughed. "Second hand is my stock in trade."
"What should I tell him?"
"That it just won't do anything. I have pop-ups I can't close, and they won't let me get to my programs at all. Have him come to the back door."
"I'll send him along in a few minutes."
"Don't mention it. Goodbye."
Renee hung up the phone with a smile on her face. If she could get the computer fixed for free, it would be worth every ounce of frustration. Her grin widened when she considered that William wasn't exactly hard on the eyes either. She couldn't count the number of times she'd hidden behind the curtain, peeking at him running around in the back yard with his shirt off.
At thirty-six, divorced, with a career and the thrift store eating up her time, it was the closest she'd been to an actual naked man in nearly two years.
With the prospect of getting something done today ahead of her, she went to work sorting the donations. About fifteen minutes later, she heard someone tapping on the door and went to answer it. As expected, it was her neighbor, carrying a box of the donations Phyllis had promised.
"Thanks for coming, William."
"No problem, Ms. Parke. Where should I put this down?"
"Please, call me Renee. Just put it over there with any of the closed boxes. I haven't started on any of those yet."
He carried the box over to the table, and she couldn't resist a glance at his butt. He was wearing tight jeans, and the gorgeous glutes visible below the bottom of his jacket drew her eyes like a magnet. She knew darn good and well that she shouldn't be letting the naughty inclination get the better of her — especially with her neighbor's son — but she couldn't help it. He was just too delicious, and she was too deprived.
Once he put the box down, he said, "I'll go get the other one, and then I'll see what I can do with the computer."
"I really appreciate it."
"Fighting a virus is actually fun. Well, at least when it's not on your own computer. It's a challenge."
Renee smiled. "Happy to provide some entertainment, then."
He laughed, said, "Yeah," and then headed out for the second box.
She went back to sorting, a shiver running through her as she looked at his butt again. No matter the demands of her life, she knew she had to make some time for her needs — and soon. She was sure that every cashier at the grocery store was talking about her because of the number of AA batteries she'd purchased recently. The way her nipples were stiffening in response to William was one more indication that part of her was going into full-scale rebellion.
He put down the second box, and then picked up a CD jewel case off the top of it. Before pulling off his coat, he reached into a pocket and pulled out a thumb drive, which he sat next to the computer with the CD. The t-shirt he wore beneath the jacket showed off muscular arms, and stretched in the most interesting ways over his torso.
"So, how bad is it?" she asked as he sat down at the computer.
"Won't know for sure until I boot it up in safe mode and start running some of the cleaning tools."
"I hope you can fix it."
"Do my best."
Renee went back to her work, hoping to at least make a dent in it. She hated asking the volunteers who helped in the store to do extra work. She finished the first box, happy to discover that nearly everything within was in good condition, and nice. Some down-on-her-luck woman would be tickled to have the nice clothes — perfect for job interviews. Renee wished she'd asked the woman who brought them in where she shopped, because she liked a few of the outfits as well.
With one of the sorting tubs full, she carried it over to the corner where she put items ready for laundering or dry cleaning before hanging them on the racks. Even though everything looked clean, she didn't take chances. The local laundromat and dry cleaners offered their services at a deep discount anyway.
As she stood up and turned around, she noticed Will's eyes darting back to the computer. He had been looking in her direction as she bent over to put down the tub on top of another already waiting.
Was he actually looking at my butt? she wondered while returning to her sorting table. Don't be ridiculous. You're almost as old as his mother — ancient to a nineteen-year-old.
Despite the rationalization, she couldn't help looking over her shoulder every so often. She never saw him looking her way again as he clicked away on the computer, but it didn't stop a part of her brain from going off in naughty directions again.
"Think I've got 'er licked."
Renee's face burned, as his words were all too close to what her imagination had conjured up. Her pussy tingled despite the embarrassment, still reacting to the fantasy of Will slipping between her legs.
"So, it's fixed?" she asked without turning around, not wanting him to see her bright red face.
"I'm going to run a couple more tools to make sure, but yeah, I think so. You should really have an anti-virus on this."
"I didn't think I needed it, because all I use it for outside of tracking things in the store is sending email."
"If it's hooked up to the internet, you need it. I know a good free one, and another free program that blocks a lot of other stuff before it can infect you. I can set up your email program and browser to block a lot of stuff too, if you want?"
Having pulled herself together, she at last turned around to see him looking back at her. "Please. If you don't mind?"
"No problem. It doesn't take all that long."
He was still looking at her, wearing a half-smile, and Renee felt her face warming again. "What?"
He shrugged. "Guess I've just never seen you dressed up for work before. Not many women wear stockings any more. They are stockings, and not pantyhose, aren't they?"
Not trusting her voice, she nodded and responded, "Mmm hmm."
"They look good on you."
With that, he nodded and turned back to the computer. Her heart beating fast, Renee returned to her work as well. The next time she looked over her shoulder, she caught a brief glimpse of him looking away from her to focus on the computer again.
Surely he's just being nice — or just fascinated that I'm wearing stockings, like he said.
Having finished another box and filled another tub, she decided to push things a bit. Her hips swayed a little more than usual as she walked over to the corner with the tub, heels clicking on the floor. She purposely put the tub down on the floor, rather than stacking it, and looked over her shoulder while still bent over.
She caught him staring straight at her butt with a sultry grin on his face. He snapped his gaze elsewhere and said, "You should be good to go here."
"You're a lifesaver," she said as she crossed the room, her hips once again swaying. Just having someone so young looking at her that way was a boost, and she planned to enjoy it.
"Anything else I can help you with, while I'm here?"
Absolutely, she thought, but said something else entirely. "I'm way behind and could use some help getting a few things ready to go out on the floor. I need to make sure everything's working on the computer anyway."
He pushed the chair out from the computer and stood up. "Just show me what you need me to do."
Renee had a mental flash of lifting up her skirt. That was showing him exactly what she needed him to do.
Thinking that she was enjoying the attention a bit too much, as she felt the tingle of wetness gathering between her legs, she tried to switch back into business mode. "Well, grab one of those boxes from that table in the corner for starters. Put it down here."
He went to get the box, so Renee sat down and clicked an icon. While the program opened, she made sure the printer was loaded with the special card stock she needed. Even though the box wasn't all that heavy, the muscles in William's arms bulged. He almost seemed to be flexing, and the sight set off an even stronger tingle between her legs. She fixed her eyes on the computer screen and printed out two sheets of tags.
"Take one of those, punch them out, and string them up with about six inches of string from that spool."
He nodded, taking one of the cards and following the instructions. For a first-timer, he got in the rhythm quickly. Naturally, despite trying to focus on the task at hand, she noticed that he had dexterous fingers that presented all sorts of possibilities.
Once all the tags were ready, she said, "Okay. Now start taking things out of the box and putting them on hangers. The ones in that box are for tops, and the other for bottoms. Tie a tag on the hanger. I'll enter it in the computer, and then scan the tag."
Will popped open the box and chuckled. "What type of hanger do these get?"
She looked over to see him holding up a pair of lacy, crotchless panties. She shook her head and said, "They don't. They must have been mixed up with everything, and the laundromat went ahead and washed them. Just toss them in that bin over there."
"Pity to throw them out. These are pretty hot."
Renee made a show of rolling her eyes, but all she could think about was him with her own far more conservative panties in his hand. I really, really need to find time to date again.
Entering everything into the database required a lot of attention, which helped her calm her raging hormones. Since things were going smoothly and he seemed willing to help, she kept going through a second box. Once it was done, William asked, "Want me to grab another one?"
"No, it's getting late. We have enough done that I won't be putting too much extra work on the volunteers." She looked at the full rack, ready to roll out onto the floor, and realized it wasn't going to be easy to push. "You could push that out onto the floor for me."
As he wheeled the rack out, Renee leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. Finally, a chance to relax. She shifted her neck from side to side, then forward and back, feeling stiff muscles everywhere.
She gasped when hands settled on her shoulders and squeezed.
"You don't have to..." Renee trailed off as his strong hands kneaded the muscles in her shoulders. It felt like pure heaven, and she changed her tune. "Oh, never mind. Don't stop."
Will chuckled and kept working her tight muscles. "Looked like you needed it."
She moaned and said, "I do."
His magic fingers soothed away the tension in her neck and shoulders, making her putty in his hands. Soft moans and coos escaped her as she grew more languid by the moment. Lulled into an almost dreamlike state, her thoughts began to drift, turning the massage into the beginning of something much more. As her arousal grew, the ache in her stiff nipples and between her legs pulled her out of the daydream.
Now longing for her vibrator, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Thank..." Words failed her as she realized where his eyes were fixed. A quick glance down revealed that her prominent nipples were tenting both bra and blouse.
"William," she gasped, bringing an arm across her chest to cover up. Fantasizing was one thing, but reality staring her in the face sent her into a panic.
"Kind of hard to ignore," he said as his hands left her shoulders, and he stepped around beside the chair.
Hard to ignore — especially the word hard — echoed through her thoughts as she turned toward him and found herself face to face with bulging denim. Whatever she meant to say evaporated into nothingness.
He reached down, adjusting his manhood and making her blush. She looked up at him to see a lusty smile on his face. "Don't," she whispered.
He moved his hand to stroke the fingertips over her concealing arm. "Why not?"
"We can't." Her blush deepened when she realized that she had inadvertently included herself, rather than only admonishing him. "Your mother..."
"What she doesn't know won't hurt her." His eyes roamed over her body. "You think I didn't notice you strutting and showing off that ass? Damn, you're hot."
Renee gasped again as her body reacted powerfully to those words.
William's fingers circled her wrist, lifting her arm. Her eyes had once more focused on the bulge in his jeans, and she didn't resist as he guided her hand back to her side. He let out a mixture of a moan and a growl as he gently squeezed her breast — the stiff nipple poking against his palm.
Alive with an irresistible surge of sexual energy, she said, "Oh, this is so wrong."
"That's what makes it fun."
Past the point of no return, Renee laid a hand over the eye-catching silhouette in his pants. He moved a little closer, and she squeezed, feeling just how big it really was. "Oh my god," she whispered under her breath.
William released her breast to pop open a button on her blouse, and she could wait no more. With an ease born of desperate need, she yanked his belt through the buckle and released the clasp with one hand.
Another button on her blouse slipped free of the hole as she tugged on the top of his jeans, pushing in the button with her thumb to release it. She pulled down the zipper slowly, the pressure from beneath making the teeth part with ease. Only two buttons on her blouse remained by the time the zipper reached the bottom, revealing tented boxers within the parted V.
Her blouse fully open, she shrugged it off as a small measure of relief from the heat rising within her. She turned in the chair, and a quick snap of William's fingers released her bra, leaving the ends of the band dangling at her side. She pulled down the front of his boxers, and let out a long, warbling moan at the sight of his hard, naked cock.
He appeared to be in much the same state as she was, pushing his jeans and boxers down a moment later. She shrugged off the hanging bra, dropping it to the floor next to her chair and saw his eyes light up.
William left his pants bunched up around his calves and reached out to brush her nipples — one after the other — with a fingertip. She rarely felt self-conscious about her b-cup breasts, because her large, long nipples had never failed to attract welcome attention. They stood out from the small circles of her areolae, seemingly begging for attention.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this. Fuck, those are awesome nipples."
Renee sucked in a deep breath as he leaned over her and his tongue flicked one of the sensitive buds. She let the breath out as a yelp when the touch of the slippery organ sent electric pulses shooting through her to coalesce between her legs. When she opened her eyes again, the sight of the gorgeous young man teasing her with his tongue set off a whole body shiver.
She could see him kicking at his pants in her peripheral vision as she entwined her fingers in his dark brown hair. Once he'd finally escaped from his jeans and shoes, Will moved in closer so he could wrap his lips around her other nipple.
"Oh yes," Renee breathed as he sucked hard, his tongue darting over the tip of the stiff point in his mouth. Through the corner of her eye, she saw his cock bobbing — now close enough to reach easily — and seized the opportunity.
William growled past her nipple when she wrapped her hand around his cock. She stroked it, almost in disbelief at the size of it. Her fingers were barely able to encircle his girth, and virtually as much of the throbbing organ stuck out above and below her hand as she could grip. It was frightening, and at the same time, her pussy ached to feel it stretching her.
He continued to worship her breasts, licking and sucking with gusto. Renee stiffened for a moment when she felt his hand unexpectedly slip beneath her skirt. He pushed it up without looking and caressed her thighs, paying special attention to the top of her stockings and the straps connecting them to her garter belt.
Letting her head loll back, she said, "Oh, you're making me so wet."
He let her nipple slip from between his lips for a moment. "Oh yeah?"
His hand moved higher, and she parted her legs in response, letting him cup her sex, pressing a finger into the cleft. He smiled as she sucked in a noisy breath — her eyes widening — and then his eyebrows twitched upward.
He slid a finger beneath the leg of her panties and tugged them aside, revealing the trimmed nest of curls between her legs.
"Oh yeah. You don't shave."
Having experienced a moment of anxiety over exactly that, she smiled and shook her head.
He stood up straight, pulling his t-shirt off to reveal washboard abs decorated with a thin trail of hair leading down to his manhood. A triangle of hair adorned his pecs, and she was just as excited about that as he was about the hair between her legs. Most men shaved, and she had always preferred the natural, manly look of a hairy chest.
Will pushed her chair back, away from the desk and moved in front of it. Her heart started pounding in anticipation as he dropped to his knees in front of her. He lifted her right leg, slipped off her shoe, then moved to the other. Once her heels rested behind him, under the desk, he kept her foot in hand and lifted it to his lips. He kissed each nylon-shrouded digit before lowering her foot to the floor once again.