The Deli Guy

[SexyChele]

Samantha Wells glanced at the clock in the lower screen of her computer as she hurriedly worked on a last minute project that was due that afternoon.

12:10 - lunchtime! And she was starving. She really didn't have time to stop for lunch, but she would need to eat something in order to continue. She called out to a couple of co-workers to see if anyone was going out. No. Everyone had brought their lunch. Damn!

Sam quickly grabbed her keys and purse and hurried to her car. There was that little deli around the corner that everyone at work went to. Said they made the best sandwiches. And it was close. She parked her car and walked into the small deli. Wonderful smells filled her senses, and her stomach rumbled in protest.

She waited for several customers to place their orders, before stepping up to the counter. Her eyes were on the menu above the counter, and as she lowered them she held her breath.

"Hi, can I help you?"

He was gorgeous! Well, okay. He was cute. His smile could light up a room. He was very nearly perfect. And if he was 21, Sam would eat her purse. She pushed the thought from her mind, or tried to, and placed her order. Instead of counting out her money, she found herself watching the young man making her sandwich, looking up with a smile occasionally, his movements light and happy. An image of this young man naked flashed in her mind, and Sam found herself blushing. This was ridiculous! Sam was 35 years old, and while she was still considered a "hot babe" by the men she dated, she knew nothing was gonna happen with this guy.

"Uh, miss? Miss? Yeah, that's $3.69."

Sam snapped back to reality. "Oh! I'm sorry. I'm, uh, working on a big deadline at work, mind somewhere else."

She handed him $5.00 and waited for her change. As his hand brushed hers, she felt a tingle of electricity. She smiled at him and grabbed her bag and left.

As she drove back to the office, she had a hard time getting this guy off of her mind. Sheesh! She was almost old enough to be his mother! The rest of the afternoon flew by in a haze, until she turned her project in. As she drove home that evening, Sam passed the deli. It was open, but Sam couldn't see if "he" was there.

"Ridiculous, Sam! Why are you even thinking about it! Damn, girl, what is wrong with you?"

Still, even on the way home, she thought about the sandwich she was going to order tomorrow from the deli, hoping he would be working.




OOC: This is an open thread. While it is pretty obvious this is exploring the "older woman, younger man" fantasy, I really don't know where this will lead to. Anyone feel like making a sandwich?

 

[PhoenixPrime]

OOC: Been an age since I was 21 but. *L

Deli Guy: Bart Richards
Age: 22 (pffffffft! *L)

Wow, I thought as I made her sandwich, why haven't I seen her in here before. She the woman from my fantasies.

Sandwich finished I took a very deep breath and also included extra garlic dill pickles and two cup cakes. Kinda hokey maybe but what the hell.

I wrote "Bart: 555-8930" on the back of one of the shop's cards and put it in my apron pocket in case she came in tomorrow. Hope springs eternal, I thought.

At home that night I could clearly see her as I lay slowly stroking and imagining... wishing... hoping that maybe, just maybe.

 

[SexyChele]

OOC: Been a while since I was 35, so there!

When Sam arrived at work the next morning, she received several stares from the guys she worked with. At breaktime, one of the gals from the cubicle next to hers, gave her a jab and a wink.

"So, ya meeting some one after work, huh, Sam?"

"No, why do you ask, Lisa?"

"Sam, you look hot today! If you aren't meeting some one then that means it must be some one here at the office! Who? Tell me!"

Sam blushed, and she knew that Lisa must be thinking she'd hit the jackpot. It was true. Sam had taken more time getting dressed this morning, and now she regretted it. She was going to look like a fool - as well as be the laughing-stock of the office!

She excused herself from Lisa and as she made her way back to her desk, received a couple more compliments from a couple of the guys. As she settled into her chair, she had to admit that she did look pretty good. She had kept her body trim and tanned, and with her long auburn curls and big blue eyes, people had a hard time believing she was actually in her 30s.

Sam still couldn't believe she was trying to dress for the appreciation of a guy who had be more than 10 years her junior. But the black skirt molded to her hips and dropped to just a few inches above her knees. The light blue blouse was loose, yet clingy, covering yet revealing at the same time. She could feel the white lace thong caressing her body with every move and she knew the matching bra held her breasts in an enticing cleavage. She had left her legs bare, but she had slipped on a pair of high heeled black sandals.

As lunchtime approach, Sam was nervous. Maybe going back to the deli would be too obvious. Two days in a row? Who ate at the same place two days in a row? But there was the issue of those cupcakes. What did that mean? Confusion regarding her order? Or something else? Should she even bring it up? Maybe he wouldn't even be there!

At 12:00, Sam walked out to her car and drove to the deli. She parked, and collected her breath, before she walked from her car to the deli. Inside, it was crowded with the local lunchtime business traffic. Sam held back, trying to find "him", but not seeing him.

"Uh, miss? I can help you over here..."

Sam looked up, and her heart began to race. She could barely walk over to the counter, and when she did, she rested heavily on it.

"Hi! I don't think you remember me, but I was in yesterday. I ordered just a sandwich, and for some reason I also got 2 cupcakes." Sam suddenly felt stupid relaying that bit of information, but she continued, "I just thought I'd bring it up in case it was a mistake. I'll be happy to pay for them. But I also want to get a turkey on wheat as well."

Her heart was thudding as his eyes never left hers....

 

[PhoenixPrime]

Bart:

She was here again. Wow. Does she look hot or what. Just as I pictured her last night when.... and I blushed.

Recovered again, I walked from the back area and greeted her as I do all the customers, but less mechanically and with more warmth in my voice.

When you mentioned the cupcakes, I cleared my throat and said, "No ma'am. No mistake and no charge. They were on me."

My eyes seemed to have a mind of their own as I looked down at you leaning on the counter.... especially the well displayed cleavage framed by the gap in your blouse.

Looking up again as you ordered the turkey on wheat our eyes met and seemed to 'lock'. Something was happening, but what?

"Ahem, yes ma'am. White or dark meat? Do you like it thick or thin?", I asked, the double entendre unintentional and unnoticed.

When you'd told me I made the sandwich, added the extra pickles again and two cupcakes and slipped the card from the pocket of my apron into the bag with your lunch.

I collected and gave you your change and hoped you'd be calling me and not the boss to complain.

With a big smile and a little wink, "Have a nice lunch ma'am. Hope you enjoy it all and will come back again verrry soon."

 

[SexyChele]

Sam blinked hard at his question. Before she could think clearly, she muttered, "Thick." She watched him walk towards the back, and cursed herself silently. Damn, she was going to have to get a handle on her brain! He evidently meant nothing by the words, yet her mind responded instinctively.

As he handed her lunch to her, Sam smiled and left quickly. When she returned to the office, she finally caught her breath. Walking back to her desk, she opened the bag while absently staring at her email. Her fingers touched on something, and she looked down.

Yes, there were 2 cupcakes once again. And the extra pickles. She smiled at the thought of some young hunk trying to capture her interest by giving her cupcakes. Somehow, here at the office, it all seemed so sweet.

Sam pulled out the confections, and the pickles, before she retrieved her sandwich. Something fluttered to the floor, and she bent over to retrieve it. She glanced at it - it was simply the card to the shop. Must be incase she wanted to call in an order. She was about to toss it in the trash, when something on the back caught her eye.

"Bart: 555-8930"

That was his name - she remembered seeing it on the apron he wore. His number? To her? Or had he meant to give this to some one else? Some one younger? And what should she do with it?

She remembered his smile, the little wink he gave when she left. Was she imagining things? Did she just crave attention and was willing to get it anywhere she could find it?

She finished her lunch, and went back to work, the card by the phone. At her break in the afternoon, she decided to call. As her fingers punched out the number, she was surprised to find out she was shaking.

"Jefferson Street Deli. How can I help you?"

Her heart was in her throat, as she debated what to say.

"Hello. Um, I'd like to speak to Bart, please?"

 

[PhoenixPrime]

"Just a second please," and the phone is set down.

"Hello, this is Bart. How may I help you this afternoon?"

 

[SexyChele]

His voice startled her at first. She swallowed hard, then continued.

"Ah, hello Bart. This is Samantha Wells. Sam, actually."

The voice on the other end was quiet.

"I was in the shop today. The redhead, blue blouse? Turkey on wheat - with the additional cupcakes thrown in?"

Sam only hoped she wasn't making a fool of herself.

 

[PhoenixPrime]

Bart:

After a shocked silence that only lasted seconds, but seemed to drag on and on, "Ohh, hello, ummm, Sam. I wasn't expecting you to call me here. I thought, well actually hoped would be more honest, that you'd use the number on the back and call me at home.
"Wait a second please."

The voice is muted, perhaps his hand over the mouth piece, but not totally covering it, "Charlie. Cover the front for me. I'll be gonna take my break. It's a very important call from Sam."

"No, not him. You don't know this Sam and thanks."

"Okay, I'm back again. I can't tell you how happily surprised I am to hear from you Sam. Does this mean that there's a chance I'll get to see you away from the Deli?"

 

[SexyChele]

Sam brushed her hand over her forehead, and suddenly felt warm. His home number! Why didn't she think of that? He must take her for an idiot!

And then his crackled over the phone:

"Does this mean that there's a chance I'll get to see you away from the Deli?"

Is that what she wanted - really? Did she really want to go there?

"Well, Bart, as you might guess, I'm a, well, I am a good deal older than you. How much? Well, I'm, I'm 35, Bart. Yes, I've been told I look younger."

There was a slight pause before she continued....

"And, uh, yes, if you'd like to spend some time with an 'older woman', there is a chance you will get to see me away from the Deli."

She tried to laugh, but it somehow sounded like a nervous twitter to her.

 

[PhoenixPrime]

Bart:

"Well I'm over 21 and it's the person not their age that counts. I've got to say if you'd asked me to guess I'd have guess about 25 though.
"Ummm, do you have plans for tonight or is that too 'fast' for you?" I try to hide the hope and nervousness, but don't know how successful I am.

 

[SexyChele]

Tonight? Sam's mind screamed at her.

"Um, just a sec. Let me check something, okay?"

She put the phone at her chest and breathed deeply. No, this wasn't going to happen. He was just teasing her. Yeah, he'd probably meet her and then have a laugh with his buddies afterwards.

Still. What did she care what happened afterwards. Would she ever see him again?

"It looks like I'm free tonight. If you'd like, I could meet you somewhere - maybe that little bar on the corner of Jefferson and Broadway?"

Lisa walked by just as spoke, and Sam caught the outright leer of satisfied delight. Yes, she would now be the subject of office gossip as well.

What was she getting herself into?

 

[PhoenixPrime]

Bart:

"That'd be fine or maybe the Irish Pub on Lexington and 58th if you'd rather.
"A nice place I've gone a few time, but really don't know anyone there so won't be interrupted by folks dropping by to chat. That way I could concentrate on you, Sam." Very pleased and eager tone of voice now.

 

[SexyChele]

Sam's mind was racing. Yes, the bar on Jefferson was a bad idea. Too many people from work went there afterwards. Too difficult to explain why she would be in the company of some one so much younger than she. It would be better to go someplace where she really wasn't known.

"Yes, I'm familiar with the Irish pub. And you're right - that would be a much better idea. I should be getting off around 5, and can be there, oh, within a half hour. Is that good for you?"

Sam tried to remember if she had brought all of her make-up with her to freshen up with. Yes, she believed she had - and what she didn't have could be borrowed.

She was almost embarassed to think that she should be getting this excited to meet this stranger, this kid! And yet her heart was beating furiously. Just the thought of seeing him again made her tingle all over.

 

[PhoenixPrime]

Bart:

"I'll be there Sam and will have a cold drink waiting for you when you arrive.
"Oh, and thank you Sam. You've made my day and now I'm really looking forward to the night. I know it'll be memorable, I just know it." Again unaware of the possible message that last sentence may be sending to you.

I left work an hour early, rushed home and showered and shaved, changed into clean faded jeans, a dark red shirt with 'billowy' sleeves and freshly shined ankle high boot.

A dab of the 'pheromone' aftershave just for luck and off to the pub.

I arrived at 4:50 and found a table. Luckily I'd arrived before the after work crowd. I ordered a pint of half and half, half dark and half light beer, and a Black Velvet, half Guinness Stout and half champagne, to be delivered to the table a 5:25 or when I signaled. The extra couple of dollars in the tip assured it would be on time.

As I waited the pub began to fill up and when I was asked I let any wanting them to take all but one chair to other tables and turned down offers of company. That chair, next to mine, was reserved for Sam and I didn't want any intrusions.

I sat sipping and fantasizing about what could happen and hoping like hell the fantasies came true. A bit of adjustment made the crotch of the suddenly tighter jeans more comfortable but also revealed a bulge if someone looked.

 

[SexyChele]

OOC: Thank you!

Sam hung up the phone, her heart beating in her chest. What had she just done?

That afternoon seemed to go by so slowly. Several times Lisa came by and snickered, but Sam did her best to ignore the other woman. More than once, Sam's hand moved the phone, determined to call the whole thing off. Each time, she pulled back.

When 5:00 finally came, Sam felt a total wreck! She hadn't felt this way since she was in college! Grabbing her purse, she made her way to the ladies room, where she freshened her make up, and checked her hair. She spritzed some perfume behind each ear and down her cleavage before she even thought about what sort of message that would send! Lisa caught her in the bathroom, but Sam only said her good-byes and hurried out the door.

On the drive to the pub, Sam felt her body trembling. 'It will be okay, once I get there and have a drink,' Sam thought to herself. That's all I need!

She pulled into the parking lot, and managed to find a spot. She looked about to see if there was a car that was familiar, but there was none. Setting the alarm, Sam walked quickly to the pub, opening the door, and adjusting to the dimness.

She felt several pairs of eyes turn towards her, some lingering, and she blushed slightly. Looking about, she was almost afraid he hadn't shown, when there, yes over by the wall, there he was. Making her way to the table, she saw him start to rise, then noticed he held a linen napkin close to the crotch of his jeans. Could he? Because of her? Sam smiled.

"Hello, Bart, how are you?" Sam was surprised at how calm her voice seemed.

 

[PhoenixPrime]

Bart:

I know my smile must have look a mile wide when I saw her come in the door. I knew because it made my cheeks ache. God I hope it didn't look like a grimace.

The napkin hid the results of my fantsay thoughts, I hoped, as I held the chair for her.

"Hi Sam and just in time. Here comes the drink I promised you."

I sat and hoped the table would hide my straining cock.

The Black Velvet was brought and left.

"It's a Black Velvet ever have one," I asked as I scooted closer so I could hear you over the dart players, the jukebox and the general noise of people having a good time in a pub.

I sniffed, then again. Wow, I thought, "killer perfume. Very feminine just like she is.

Now that I was closer, since I was taller, as I looked at you it was impossible not see and, oh my, appreciate the cleavage I could see in the opening of your blouse.

I made a concerted effort not to look, other than if you were distracted, and not to talk to your tits, but it was very difficult since what I could see looked sooo good. Better than my fantasies even.

 

[SexyChele]

As Sam sat down, she smiled to herself at his eagerness. She had to admit that she felt flattered - well, at least a little. As the drink arrived, she looked at him over the rim of the glass, and smiled.

"Yes, Bart, I've had Blace Velvet before." She took a sip and felt the liquor warm her throat.

Sam leaned back in her chair, and crossed her legs. She held her drink with one hand, while crossing her other arm across her stomach. Little did Sam realize that the effect was to press her breasts together, creating an even deeper cleavage than had previously been there.

She noticed his eyes drifted several times to her breasts and then quickly back up. She felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine, and she wondered if he truly might be attracted to her. But then, weren't most men attracted to most women's breasts?

Sam frantically sorted through her mind, trying to find something they might have in common to talk about. She took another sip, and smiled sweetly.

"So - Bart, is it? I'm curious, if only for my own insanity. Why did you agree to meet me? I mean, you're a good looking guy, I'll bet you could have your pick of young women. Why hang out with an old lady?" She laughed softly, as she had never before considered herself as "old", but somehow in the present circumstances, it just seemed to fit.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bart:

Chuckling quietly and smiling, "Why did I agree to meet you? Sam do you look in the mirror when you dress? You're a beautiful and sexy woman.
"The young chicks are all too in love with themselves and being 'trendy'. Most don't have anything to talk about. Looks only carry ya so far you know. Eventually you have to talk.
"As for being 'old'. What are you 29-32? Hell that's only 7 or so years older than I am. I don't see any huge age gap there, do you? Even 10-15 years is nothing if the two people are good together and comfortable with it."

I pause in what I'm saying and very blatantly and obvious let my eyes travel up and down your body, what I can see of it with you seated.

Looking back into your eyes again, "Sam, look around. Look at all of the other women in here and forget age as a factor. Do you see any more attractive, vibant and sexy than you? I don't."

 

[SexyChele]

Sam could feel herself blushing and hoped the dim light of the pub hid that fact. She glanced around the room, taking in all the people around her, then looked at Bart and smiled.

"Yes, I suppose you are right," she stated as she took a sip of her drink. "And by the way, I'm 35 - if it matters!"

Sam laughed as she looked at Bart over the rim of her glass. She ran her tongue lightly over the rim, before smiling again. She suddenly leaned forward, unaware that her blouse framed her cleavage wonderfully for Bart to view.

Sam could feel herself drawn to this young man, something about him caused a stirring within her, that Sam could not explain. She placed a hand on his arm and looked into his eyes.

"So tell me, Bart. Where do we go from here?" Sam's eyes twinkled with mischief - the alcohol was certainly getting to her, and suddenly she didn't care.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bart:

I watched as you did as I asked and looked around the room and smiled in return when she looked back at me and smiled.

"I know I'm right I said," the confidence in my opinion clear in my voice, " and no it doesn't make a bit of difference to me if it doesn't to you."

The gaping opening in the top of her blouse drew my eyes like a magnet as more of your magnificent breasts were uncovered, but I quickly looked back into your eyes. The erection, that had been my constant companion since the fantasies prior to your arrival, didn't twitch when I looked down into your cleavage and imagined. It jumped and lurched as my need, my craving ratcheted up at least 6 levels higher and I just caught the moan before it slipped out.

It nearly escaped again when your warm hand rested on my bare forearm, but I silenced it and covered your hand with mine and squeezed gently.

"Well Sam, umm, I know where I'd like us to go, but don't want to chance rushing you or giving you the wrong opinion of me or why I'm here with you. Umm, ahh, it's just that. . . well I think you understand Sam," I said rather hesitantly, hoping I hadn't just blown any chance I had to know you much better and far more intimately.

An unbidden quick glance down at the tops of your breasts, your deep cleavage again and I looked back into your eyes again as I waited for what you'd say. A sip of my half and half wet a suddenly dry mouth and the tip of my tongue my dry lips.

 

[SexyChele]

Sam smiled as she took the final sip of her drink. He was trying so hard not to let her catch him looking dow her blouse, that she had just about nailed him every time he did so.

As she considered his words, he ordered another drink and smiled at her.

"Trying to get me drunk, huh?" She laughed a sincere laugh. "Look, I have to take a little trip to the ladies room. Why don't you see if you can get one of those pool tables over there? I'm feeling a little ambitious tonight. And why don't we make the game interesting? Eh? I'll let you come up with what the wager should be. Since you know what you want."

As she stood, Sam lightly ran a finger down his face, then turned and made her way to the ladies room. As she walked, she realized the alcohol was affecting more than she had thought. Whoa! Better slow it down girl!

She freshened up her makeup and checked her hair, then looked at her clothes. Sam was feeling a little carefree, and if she needed to call in sick tomorrow, there was nothing pressing on her desk. She slowly undid one more button on her blouse, exposing just the the top of the lacey bra underneath. She smiled at the finished product, and walked back out into the pub.

He was not sitting at the table, but she heard her name called, and when she looked it was him, standing by one of the pool tables. Now, this ought to be good - she used to be able to play the pants off of most men. Then she giggled at her own thought as she approached the table.

Trying out several pool cues, she left her back turned to him, bending over just enough to cause the skirt to hug her ass tightly.

"So, Bart, what type of wager did you decide on?"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bart:

"Well Sam," I said quietly as I stood looking down and you and enjoying the sights the newly opened button exposed, "I've thought of two possibilities. You decide which it'll be. I think that's fair don't you?
"First one is, the loser becomes the willing, umm, servant of the winner's for the night. No request to be refused regardless of it's nature.
"The second is, the loser spends the night with the winner at whose ever residence the winner chooses. The time to be spent as the winner wishes. Talking, visiting and watching tv, what ever the winner wishes.
"How do those sound to you? Interesting? Intriquing?"

'I hope you know how to shoot so I don't have to lay off to badly Sam,' I thought to myself, "after all I did pay my way through college shooting pool.'

I picked up a cue, looked down it's length to be sure it was straighter than a dog's hind leg and waited for your choice of bets.

 

[SexyChele]

Sam laughed at Bart's "choices".

"Well, either one sort of sounds the same - wouldn't you agree? But I'll go for the second one. I like the idea of watching TV with you."

She laughed again at the look on his face, and she lightly smacked his butt with her cue as she moved to the end of the table.

"Okay, rack 'em up - I think I'm ready!"

She waited until Bart had the balls in line, before she took aim and shot. She smiled coyly as 2 balls sunk into pockets. Moving slowly around the table, she bent over, to take her next shot, fully aware of how her skirt was riding up her ass, showing off her legs.

"Hey, Bart - I could use another drink, if you could."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Bart:

"Well no actually they're only the same in that we share each other's company either way. The first, well I'll bet you can figure that out yourself," I laughed.

"Hey! Remember those swats go both ways Sam, " I laughed.

At your request, I caught the barmaid's eye and held up two fingers.

'Ohhh shit,' I thought, 'as my eyes followed your legs up until they vanished under your skirt then drank in the sight of your skirt tightly huggin your taut ass cheeks.

As you lined up your next shot, I moved behind you and just after you stroked the cue ball my hand cupped your ass cheek and squeezed then gave it a light, playful spank.

 

[SexyChele]

Sam gasped as his hand swatted her, then turned around, a retort on her lips. His arm slid around her waist, his hand down to her ass.

"Yes? You want to say something?"

Sam stopped, and smiled coyly.

"No, just wanted to let you know that it's your shot."

He gave her a bit of a squeeze before letting her go, and as he turned from her, she reached out and have his butt a hard squeeze. Laughing at his reaction, she picked up her drink to watch him make his shot.

As she watched him, she found herself considering the value of letting him best her. That might be fun. Then again, it might be fun for him to do as she liked!