I just started college. Over the summer, I found a part-time job working at the local quick lube place not too far from my house. It didn't pay too much, but it was enough to put away some spending money for the next school year. I kind of liked it, because it was an easy job to do and they closed at about six in the evening and that left me free to go out with my friends if I felt like it. After about a week there, they started trusting me there by myself to close up. Carl, the manager, liked to get out early on Fridays so he showed me how to do the cleanup and to shut down the equipment out in the bay and he would close out the cash register and head for the bank, trusting me to lock up when I was through. We weren't supposed to do it that way, but the odds are no one would ever find out.
Anyway, one Friday, he'd left for the bank with the deposit and I'd started to put away the tools when this car came driving up to the bay. There was this older redhead in the car. I'd forgotten and left the bay door open and she'd gotten out of her car and walked up behind me as I was working. I was kind of startled. I explained to her that we were closed and that I was packing up for the night, but she started going on about how she had forgotten her credit card at the shop the day before and wanted to make sure it was still there and that someone hadn't walked off with it. I remembered her. She looked pretty good. She was almost forty, with this carrot-colored hair, great-looking legs, and big jugs. When she'd been there, she must have come fresh from a workout class, because she was wearing tight shorts over a leotard. Everyone commented on it. I'd even jerked off thinking about her that night before I went to sleep.
She was dressed more conservatively this time, though, wearing slacks and a nice blouse, like she'd just gotten off work in some office. I tried to tell her, as I closed the bay door, that she'd have to wait until the next day to ask my manager, but she wouldn't take no for an answer. Carl had left me with the keys, so I let her into the office. I figured it was safe, considering there wasn't any cash around the place. I kind of liked looking at her ass move, too. I could feel a stirring in my pants as I opened the door, just from thinking about her butt.
I walked behind the counter and couldn't find her card. She asked if maybe it was in the manager's office, so I went in there, too. I was checking out Carl's desk, when I felt her hand on my ass. She grabbed it, squeezed it, and slipped her hand down under and around the front, giving my balls a squeeze. I jumped and when I stood up, she was so close I could feel her breasts up against my back and smell her perfume. All I could do was just stand there and stutter, but my cock had a mind of it's own and I was starting to get a noticeable bulge in the front of my pants. I was afraid to turn around because of it and asked her what she was doing.
She slipped her hands around my waist and ran them up and down my stomach and then slid them down to where my meat was sticking out in my pants. She squeezed and rubbed it hard, just making it more uncomfortable for me in those tight pants. She told me that the day before, when she'd been there, she'd noticed me eyeing her as I'd worked on her car and that it was only fair that she got to do the same with me. I tried to tell her I didn't know what she was talking about, but she just squeezed my cock again and ground her pussy into my butt. "I know you want me," she said. "Why don't you just admit it? I can feel you want me so bad." She squeezed tighter on my cock. It was beginning to hurt. I turned on her and told her I didn't know what she was talking about and asked her to please leave. That's when she started crying. "I'm sorry," she said, the tears streaming from her pale grey eyes. "It's just that I saw you looking at me yesterday, and it's been so long since anyone's looked at me that way." She gave out a sob and sat in the chair in front of Carl's desk. I wasn't sure what to do. There I was, standing there with a boner poking the front of my khaki pants and this woman old enough to be my mother was spilling her guts to me. I hate to admit it, but it was kind of a turn-on and my dick was starting to hurt from the way it was pressing against my briefs. I leaned down to give her a hug. That's all that I meant to do. My arms slid around her back and I pulled her to my shoulder, my cheek next to hers.