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“You sure you don’t mind writing the letter?” “Not at all. I’m glad to help out Wendy.” I replied to Laura. We work at the same company in different departments. Our paths cross in the hallways, break room and the other usual places. We got to the same happy hours and other events. She’s really terrific looking for a woman ten years older than me. I’ve tried to initiate a little off-work fun, but it’s been a no-go. She won’t date anyone from the same company, even though we sometimes go to the movies or meet for lunch. I have definitely been classified in the ‘Let’s be friends’ category. I’ve just offered to write a letter of recommendation for her daughter, Wendy. If I think Laura is good looking, Wendy is three times hotter. She’s five-foot-six inches, shoulder-length light brown hair, tanned and tone body with curves in all the best places. I’ve guessed that if she’s not a C-cup, Wendy is definitely a very large “B.” Wendy is absolutely gorgeous for a seventeen year old, almost half my age. “When does Wendy need the letter?” I asked. “Well,” Laura hesitated with a look of concern, “she needs it by tomorrow. Is that enough time?” “No problem. I’ll just email it to you.” “Well…that’s the other part of the problem. The letter needs to be hand written on a school form, and I forgot the letter. Can I drop it off to you after work?” “I’ll be home. Just come on by whenever.” The work day dragged slowly, especially when you don’t like your company. I left work a half hour early to beat the afternoon rush hour and arrived at my condo forty-five minutes later. A quick change and I headed out the door for my daily run. I don’t really like running but it’s the easiest way to keep trim. I run three miles a day in about forty minutes. It keeps my six-foot-four-inch frame to 220 pounds. With my size and my hair slicked back, as I usually wear it, I look like an extra for “The Sopranos.” The run, as it usually does, cleared my head of all the daily crap at work. I got back to my place and spotted Wendy standing at my door with a folder in her hand. “Hey, have you been waiting long?” “I just got here a few minutes ago,” she said. Gorgeous as almanbahis ever, she’s in a pair of light green cotton shorts with a plain white t-shirt. Her long tan legs are a wake-up call; the outline of her lacey bra, slightly visible through her shirt, started to bring me to attention. “I thought maybe you were still at work.” “I took off early. Your mom said she’d be coming by later tonight with the form.” I held my house keep and stepped past Wendy to unlock the door. I’m not sure what perfume she was wearing, but it smelled delicious. I opened the door and motioned for Wendy to enter. Always the gentlemen, it also gave me a clear view of her firm shapely ass. “Well, it’s due tomorrow.” She paused. “I really appreciate you writing this for me.” She got the concerned look on her face just like her mother, “Is it okay if I wait for you to finish it? I really need to have it done and can’t come back for it.” I walked into the kitchen as she was speaking and poured myself a glass of water from the jug in the fridge. “Sure, it’s not a problem. I know what it’s like to be under a deadline for school. I need to take a shower first.” I walked past her with the glass in my hand and eyes riveted to her bright brown eyes so I don’t get caught scoping out her body at close range. “If you want something to drink, help yourself. Turn on the TV or stereo, make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right out.” I walked down the hallway to my bedroom still thinking about her delicious perfume. I started to undress when it occurred to me I left my bedroom door open. I close it just enough for me to wander around my bedroom without giving a peep show (I do have a little modesty still left in me). I heard the television as I turned on the shower water. The warm shower, Wendy’s image in my mind and the lingering aroma of her perfume has a hardening effect on me. My penis was growing just being around her and now it was at full mast. I lowered the water temperature to help dispel my hard-on. After some time, the water turned to ice and I’m back to a respectable state. I put on a loose fitting shirt and baggy shorts, comb my hair and into the living I went. Wendy was sitting on the sofa watching almanbahis yeni giriş television with her knees bent, she had her bare feet on the edge of the coffee table. “What – You live in a barn? I have dinner on that coffee table every now and then, ya know.” She was startled for a moment and turned to see me smirking at her. “You took long enough. I get yelled at when I use that much hot water.” “I’m sure you’ve heard that when you have your own place you can do whatever you want.” I walked to the fridge to get a beer. I noticed one is missing. “Do you want another beer?” “No, I’m not done with this one,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone. I opened the bottle in my hand as I turned to see her holding a half filled bottle in the air. “Your mom wouldn’t like it if she knew you were drinking a beer.” “Well, you said to help myself to something to drink and this is what I chose.” I swear her eyes twinkled when the little smile grew on her lips. She took a sip and I wish I could be the bottle for that moment. “Well, before you get too tanked, where’s the form you need me to complete?” “It’s on the table.” She pointed with her free hand while she held the bottle close to her mouth for another sip. I took a pen from the kitchen counter and sat at the small dinette table before I become mesmerized by her. Inside the manila folder was a single form with her name and contact information at the top. There were three questions with room to write a brief essay question and an area for my name and contact information. This shouldn’t take too long, as I sipped my beer. I filled in the easy part first – my name, address and phone number – and then began tackling the first question, which I read aloud to Wendy. “What skills or knowledge does the applicant posses that you feel would be a benefit to the position.” I glanced to Wendy who was oblivious to everything except the television program Total Request Live. She held the beer in her right hand, resting it against her chest. The dip in her shirt formed from her cleavage was the perfect spot to hold the bottle. “Maybe I should tell them you can drink a beer pretty good.” “Ha ha. almanbahis giriş You are just sooooo funny.” She said flatly and sipped her beer. My penmanship isn’t the best after writing on computers all the time. I was very careful with my printing so whoever had to read the application could actually read my writing. I finished answering the second question when Wendy got up from the sofa and headed to the kitchen. I heard her open the fridge followed by the closing of the door with the clinking of bottles. She walked over to me at the table and handed me the beer. “You better not have too many of those. Your mom’ll think I’m a bad person for giving you booze.” “This is my last one.” She was on my right side as she leaned over the table to see what I had written. As she reviewed the paper, I reviewed the contents of her shirt. The neckline opened enough for me to see her beautiful teenage breasts gently wrapped in a lacy-topped light blue bra. Each cup held a round, firm titty. I could almost see the top part of her areolas; her nipple protruding out just a little bit. “Good view?” I raised my eyes to see Wendy was inches away from me. “Oops! My bad.”   “You’re as bad as the boys in school,” she said in a wise-ass tone. Wendy stood straight and drank a few gulps from her beer. Her perfume was still hovering around, her tanned legs within inches of me. I decided to play a bit and tickled the back of her knee closest to me. With a bit of a yelp her knee buckled a bit and she leaned against me, gripping the bottle so she wouldn’t drop it. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Stop! That tickles.” She straightened up again. I slowly reached towards her like I was going to do it again. She bent her knees away trying to elude my advancing fingers. “That tickles. I hate that!” I found a spot on the back of her left thigh and gave it a little pinch. Boy, are her legs are tone. Not brawny, there was some give to the muscle, and her skin was so smooth. She jumped away again. “Don’t, that tickles too,” she said in a half whine, but she didn’t move any further away. “Are there any places that you’re not ticklish?” I stood up and stepped towards her. I literally towered over her. I placed my hands on her waist. She didn’t move at all, just stared at me. “My mom wouldn’t be happy if she knew what you were doing.” My hands caressed up her bare arms and across her shoulders.

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