Having graduated from college, I started my own business in commercial design and construction utilizing the skills I had learned while working in the construction industry and my studies in architecture and engineering while in college. Seven years along, I was doing very well in business but working long hours. I had been in a few rather serious relationships but eventually, the females I was involved with realized they came second to my career.
At age twenty-eight, my mother, who was now living a great distance from me, kept telling me that it was time to start stabilizing my life. I decided that owning a home instead of renting an apartment might be a great way to start. I found a very large, great home in a great area. Every home in the area sat on ten acres and each home was as private as private could be.
After moving in, I realized that lawn care and landscaping maintenance was more than I could possibly handle on my own. Not knowing who might be a reputable source in the area and not knowing any of my neighbors, I decided to have a little cocktail and cookout gathering at my place. I hand-delivered twenty invitations to my neighbors' mailboxes and asked for an RSVP. Surprisingly, I received sixteen positive responses.
At my little gathering I not only got to meet my neighbors and get some property maintenance recommendations but got to meet Larry and Lisa. As we talked, they told me that they had a sixteen-year-old daughter, Madison, who could probably do just about anything that I might need, and also it would be a good learning experience for her to be responsible and to see what a job commitment would entail.
I met Madison a few days later. She was a very pleasant sixteen-year-old who seemed a lot more mature than her chronological age. We agreed on what she would do and on what her pay would be. Her parents were more than satisfied with what I was willing to pay and also what their daughter would be doing.
For the next three years, Madison became somewhat of a fixture at my home. I often would be gone three, four and sometimes five days out of the week. We had reached a point that she would often have a dinner meal prepared for me when I arrived at home since she knew my schedule. It was rare when I actually would see her in person but we often talked, texted and left actual handwritten notes for each other. She was very trustworthy, and in my opinion, a great person and employee. From the onset, I had given her pool privileges if she would like to take a swim or use the whirlpool. I really didn’t know if and when she took advantage of it unless she would mention it to me. As those three years passed, I watched her begin to develop into quite a beautiful-looking young lady.
Madison graduated and decided to enroll in the local college. Surprisingly she told me she could still continue doing what she had been doing for me around the yard and house. Another year went by and she had now completed her first year of college and had made the Dean’s list for both semesters. We decided we should celebrate completing her first year. Plans were made for her to prepare an Italian dinner at my house, and her parents would attend as well. It was a Friday and I would not be getting back home from out of town until about four o’clock.
When I walked into the door, the aroma of Italian cooking filled the air. I had picked up a couple of bottles of fine Italian wine to go along with dinner and our little celebration. There were no cars in my drive and I wondered if anyone was even in the house.
"Madison?" I called out.
"Hi, Jack," her voice answered.
"I wasn’t sure if you were here or not. I didn’t see any cars in the drive."
"Oh, my parents dropped me off."
"They’re coming, aren’t they?"
"Well, no…there’s been a change in plans. My mother got a call earlier that her mother had fallen and broke her hip. She was going to have to have surgery and so my mom and dad were able to book a flight and they left to go to her."
"Oh! Well, what about our dinner? It was OK with them for just the two of us to dine together like this?"
"Oh yeah, they didn’t seem concerned about it at all."
"Perhaps I should call them."
Madison looked at the clock.
"You can probably reach them now. Their plane should have landed forty-five minutes ago."
I quickly grabbed my phone and called her father. I expressed my concern for his mother-in-law and hoped all would go well. He said he was sure everything would go okay and that he had no problem with me having dinner with Madison. All he asked was that I would drive her home when we were through, and I told him that would be no problem.
"Everything OK, Jack?" Madison asked.
"Yes, everything is fine. Just like you said."
"Good." Madison smiled.
Looking at Madison, she was wearing a rather strange garment. I’m not sure what one would call it: a dress, a smock, maybe an apron. It actually looked like someone had taken a red and white checkered tablecloth and created something to wear. I didn’t say anything to Madison about it. I told her I was going to put my things away, wash up a bit and then be back to give her a hand with anything she needed in the kitchen.
Upon returning to the kitchen she told me to have a seat, as everything was about ready. She had taken the two bottles of wine that I had purchased out of the packaging and had set them on the counter.
"Which one shall we open first, Jack?"
"Do you think that you should be drinking wine?"
She smiled. "Of course, why not? It’s just dinner. Not some drunken college drinking party."
"Well, OK. Let me do it." And with that, I opened one of the bottles.
I took a seat at one end of the table and watched Madison. She obviously knew her way around the kitchen but I still couldn’t figure out what she was wearing. She must have noticed me staring at her.
"What’s the matter? Don’t you like my dinner attire?" she said with a big grin.
"Well…I’m just trying to figure it out."
"I think it belonged to my great grandmother or someone. It’s a very old kitchen apron. It does cover everything up quite well, don’t you think?"
"I can’t argue with that."
With that, she said that everything was done. She undid the tie that was holding the apron together and removed it. As she took it off, my eyes couldn’t believe what I was seeing. There she was, no longer the young sixteen-year-old girl that I had met four years ago, but she was now Madison, the young lady. She was wearing a short khaki skirt that came half-way down her thighs and a white button-down blouse that was somewhat sheer as I could easily see that she was wearing a purple, plunging, push-up bra.
Suddenly I was looking at Madison in a much different way. I was noticing things about her that I had never really paid attention to before. Madison was a tall girl, standing about five-foot-ten-inches tall and had very shapely legs. Breast-wise, she seemed to be taking after her mother, who had very nice breasts. I did notice that she had left perhaps one too many buttons unfastened on her blouse as she was revealing a considerable amount of cleavage.
I could not take my eyes off her as she set all the food she prepared on the table. The food all looked good and tasted great. We sat and ate and drank wine and talked for about an hour before we had finished our meal. I helped clear the table, put the food away and get the dishes into the dishwasher.
"Wow, Madison, that meal was really terrific. A lot more than I had expected."
"Well, I’m glad you liked it."
There was still some wine in the bottle so we decided to fill our glasses and go into the media room to watch some tv. I gave the controller to Madison and told her to put on whatever she wanted to. I sat down on the two-seat couch, and somewhat surprising to me, she decided to sit right next to me.
The movie she chose was a romantic thriller. I was a bit uneasy when they got to the nude and lovemaking scenes. I noticed that Madison moved around slightly as well, repositioning her body. As the movie ended, we had finished our wine. Madison was seated to my left. We looked at each other and then she caught me totally by surprise as she slung her left leg over my lap, faced me, put her arms around my neck and planted one of the most passionate kisses I have ever had on my lips.
She was straddling my lap as she faced me. I felt her tongue enter my mouth. I was completely overcome by her affection to me. Here I was, a thirty-two-year-old man French kissing a nineteen-year-old and feeling her lower torso rock against my lower body. Was it the wine? Was it the lovemaking scenes in the movie? Or was it that I actually had feelings for this young woman that had been buried deeply in my subconscious?
Madison suddenly broke our kissing. She pushed back a bit and unbuttoned and removed her blouse. She acted quickly to unbutton and push back my shirt so as to leave me bare-chested as she pushed her bra-covered breasts against me and then kissed me again. I was at a total loss to say anything or to try to stop her sudden and unexpected advances on me. I could actually feel the heat coming from her pubic area as she rocked against me.
