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Found in the www. “The affair with Mrs. Sims&The affair with Mrs. SimsMy wife and I separated and divorced when I turned 30. We didn’t have any k**s yet, so I felt quite free. It was a big weight off of my chest! After the divorce was final, I decided to change jobs (And basically careers) and go from being a Network Administrator, to opening up my own PC Repair shop. I had some money saved up, and it didn’t cost too much to get started. I had a bunch of used PC’s, monitors, parts, and so on, and kept a nice selection on new processors, fans, chassis, and so on. I was almost starting to make money after about a year, and I got lucky. I started a contract with a company to build them about 100 computers per year. After that, I started bidding on some county and state projects, and next thing I know, I was working and making money! This story is about how I grew and needed to hire an employee. Mrs. Sims ended up being that employee.Once per week on Monday nights I donated my time to a large church by my house. I took a bunch of old laptops in and set them up, and had senior citizens and other older (some were as young as in their 50’s) folks from the church come to learn how to use a PC. It started off with only about 3 people showing up the first two weeks, but word got around, and it was up to 8 people after a couple of months. It was mostly men wanting to learn to use the internet, but the women wanted to learn to use Excel and Word, as they were good at typing, and wanted more skills. One of the ladies, Carol Sims, was attending to learn how to get some skills so she could get a job. Mr. Sims never had to work, her husband did well in insurance, but he was no longer able to work due to bad diabetes and he needed to stay home. They weren’t financially able to just retire, so she had to go to work.Mrs. Sims is actually kind of pretty for an older woman (I will give her age later). She always dresses nicely (You could tell they had been living comfortably) but she is shy, and not real talkative like the older men in the class. The men are all mouthy and opinionated, and talk all the time. Mrs. Sims had colored hair. Kind of brown, red tint. She seemed to be in good shape, kind of skinny. I never really noticed her breast size or rear end size (Until later). She didn’t seem to wear much make up that I could tell. She did have pretty blue eyes. I really enjoyed giving back to the senior citizens who came to learn about computers. I figured it would eventually come back to me somehow. But it seemed to be the same thing. The men only wanted to know how to get around the internet, and the women wanted to learn applications. I added more and more software to these laptops, and after a few months (When I was getting busier at my work) decided I was going to need a part time helper at my store. To give you an idea, I had a storefront in an older building in our town, actually close to the church. I live in a fairly large community. The storefront is about 1500 square feet, which I have the front two-thirds as retail, and the back third of it is my workarea. It was an old dry cleaners, so it always had an odd smell to it.Anyway, it got to the point where I could pretty much spend about 10 minutes with the men, and they were on their own. I think they came to the church to get free internet, and have a helper when they got stuck. Mrs. Sims wanted to learn as much as she could, but never really told me why. She just said she wanted to learn the computer. One evening, after I closed up the store, I headed to a different grocery store to pick up my usual…Bread, cheap meat, chips and soda. Nice diet for a single guy. I treated myself to TV Dinners and ice cream sometimes. As I went to check out, there was Mrs. Sims at the register! I said hello, and she had a HUGE smile and greeted me as if I was a close friend. As she was checking out my items, I asked her how long she had worked there.”Only a few weeks. I have to work because of my husband’s health. He has diabetes, and he has to have surgery on his feet or he will lose them. He cannot work anymore, and we are waiting on his disability to kick in. “”I am sorry to hear that. Do you enjoy it here? Maybe it is a blessing in disguise???””No. That is why I am trying to learn all I can from you, so maybe I can get an office job. I cannot get the hours I need here, and when I do work, my husband gets upset I cannot make him supper.” I was not sure how to respond to that.”Mrs. Sims, I will do my best to teach you all I can so that can happen.”She is a pretty nice lady, so I thought I would do her a big favor. The next Monday I asked her if she had a few minutes afterwards for me to assist her more with her PC practice. She said yes. I decided to give her one of the laptops so she could work on it at home.”I can’t take this, it is yours.””Mrs. Sims, these are extras from my shop. I have 20 more just like them that I bought from a company that went out of business. Please, just practice your typing and get better. Getting a good office job will be a good thank-you.”She smiled and shook my hand. I looked at her and because I thought it was a strange thing to do…To shake my hand. Her hands looked older than her face. She had skinny, veiny hands, kind of wrinkly. Her fingernails, however, were PERFECT. I could tell she had been getting manicures for years, and she had a French manicure. I thought it looked great.Back at work, I was falling behind. Whenever I would get a good groove on working on PC’s, I would either get a customer, or would have to go on a service run. My on-site charge was so much higher than my drop-offs that I never turned down on-site work. The problem was I had to close and lock the store and put a note ‘Be back in an hour’. I really had to get a part time helper. I wanted a techie from the local New Horizons, but I knew kayseri escort that I could only get someone for about 2 or 3 months, then they would get another job. I needed to train someone, and keep him.That weekend, I went out for a Beer run and some food and saw Mrs. Sims at the grocery store. I asked her how her practice was going. “I cannot thank you enough. Can you help teach me write a resume? It would be short because I haven’t worked since I was 17 when I got married. That was over 35 years ago, and don’t know what to put down.” She said it kind of quietly, so other people could not hear her, afraid to lose her job.”Of course. That is a GREAT idea for next Monday.””Oh, I need to see your ID. You have some beer here.” Great…I forgot they scan your Driver’s License at this store.”Her you go” I said to her, handing it to her. She scanned it and looked at it.”You are a young pup…Only 31. I have a son older than you.” She said.”Really? No way. Mrs. Sims, it is not proper to ask a lady her age, but I cannot believe that.””Would you believe I am 53? My husband is 58. I just wish he didn’t just eat whatever he wanted all these years.””I am sorry. I wish I could do something” Then her voice lowered again.”Please, if you can help me with my resume, it would be so wonderful.””Sure, Mrs. Sims.” She gave me a huge smile. Her teeth were nice. No ugly spots, and they were all nice and straight. It made her look very pretty. Her hair, that brownish-red color, was just about shoulder length and wavy, and looked nicely brushed. As I walked away, I turned around to look at her again. She actually had a nice shape in her grocery clothes. They were black slacks and a cotton shirt. The next Monday came, and it was very crummy weather. Mrs. Sims and one old man were the only two that came. We had thunderstorms that kept the others at home. The old man did his thing on the internet, and I started working with Mrs. Sims on her resume. It was difficult…No, impossible. She had 3 months of relevant work experience. All at a grocery store, and she wanted to work in an office. Who the heck would hire her? Then I came up with an idea while we were trying to think of how to word her resume.”Are you comfortable with money?””Yes, I deal with it at Kroger.””What about customers. Do you like dealing with customers?””Yea. I guess. I seem to.””Well, what hours are you wanting?””I, well, um, I don’t really want to work after 4. It upsets my husband that he has to wait till I get home to eat, and with his blood sugar messing up it is hard.””Would you want to work for a small company? I have just the right place that would hire you.””With this resume? Who would hire me?””I would. I need someone part time to help with customers so I can go on-site and keep the store open, as well as answer the phone. I need help, and you could help. I open the store at 9am, but I am there by 7 or so most days because I am swamped. You would help out a lot. And if you need time off, just ask. Let’s see. If you work 9 to 4 that is 35 hours per week, unless you can work Saturdays, too. Then I would only have you work 5 hours, so you work full time. I won’t make you stand all day, and there will be some slow time for me to teach you about computers.””I can’t do any of that.””Why not? The offer stands. You can think about it. I need the help. What are they paying you there? 10 bucks an hour?””Close to it.””I could do 12.50 per hour, but I cannot give you any benefits. I am not big enough for that, but, like I said, if you need off, just say so.””Let me think about it…And talk it over with my husband.””Sure.”The next day at 8am I was in the office, the phone rang. It was Mrs. Sims.”Frank said he was fine with it. He wants me home in the evening time, and I am too tired to do those night shifts at Kroger. I have to put in my notice. Is that okay?” I was quite excited. She was going to be my first employee ever. This was going to be awesome. A few weeks later she showed up at the shop, and I let her in. I had to laugh under my breath. She was dressed up.”Mrs. Sims, you look really professional. You look very nice, but you don’t have to dress like that to work here. I only wear Khakis when I know I have to go see customers, otherwise, I have jeans on in the winter and shorts on in the summer.””I am sorry, do I need to go home and change?””No, ma’am. I just want you to be comfortable.” She had on slacks and a nice blouse with one of those thick vests with lots of flowers on it like ladies in their 50’s wear. The day went well. I showed her how to do things like ringing up customers and answering the phone. I told her not to worry about the techie type stuff, to give customers my cell phone for those things. It went pretty well with her.After a few months, work was great. I was catching up, and putting in more bids, and winning more bids, and getting busier and busier, and Mrs. Sims seemed happy. I even bought a small fridge and microwave for us to keep food and drinks and heat up our lunch. She would clean like crazy, and my shop looked so nice and organized. She even knew the difference between a graphics card and a hard drive!However, she came in on a day and didn’t say much. I didn’t push the issue. We never talked at much of a personal level. “How are ya today, Mrs. Sims?””I am fine, Dave.” She didn’t say more. After a few hours, I knew something was wrong.”Mrs. Sims, do you need to take the afternoon off?””No. I will be fine. Frank and I got into it this morning. He is really down because he feels he may never work again, and is not taking it well, so he was yelling at me. I was up late cleaning and making sure the house is nice, and I am tired, and my feet hurt, and I am just not well rested. But I will be okay.””Go take the day off. Do what you need to do.””No, I don’t want you konya escort upset because of what is going on at home with Frank.””Well, the offer stands. You can take off any time you want.””Thank you. Do you mind if I just sit down and work and type out invoices and things today? I am just worn out.””Sure, whatever.”As the day went on, she seemed to be happy with customers, then get sad. I came up from my workbench and saw her rubbing her feet.”You okay, Mrs. Sims?””Yea, I am just dealing with hurting feet.””Here, have something for that.” I went into our restroom (Which smelled like flowers and was so nicely stocked with everything needed thanks to Mrs. Sims) and got the hand lotion from the vanity. I walked over to Mrs. Sims and pulled up a chair.”May I?” “What, Dave?””Place one of your feet up here on my leg…I will rub your feet for you…””No, that is okay.””I am sorry, would you husband be upset?””Probably, but he never rubs my feet…I have to deal with his because of his diabetes.””Here, I promise to be professional with it…If you don’t like me doing it, I will stop.” She looked at me, and raised her foot up to my knee. We were sitting in the front part of the shop, but in an area that if a customer came in, he/she could not exactly see what we were doing. I put a bunch of lotion on my hands and started caressing her feet. They were quite pretty. Her toenails were finely pedicured, and they matched her fingernails. She did not have long, skinny toes, but nice, smooth toes, and nice feet that didn’t seem to look as old as her hands. I rubbed between her toes, up and down the top of her foot, and on the bottom. I looked up at her, and caught her looking at me.”Now the other foot.” I said. She popped off her shoe, and I continued to lovingly caress her pretty foot, just like the first one. I was totally enjoying it. “How does that feel, Mrs. Sims?””I could get used to this.””Well, good. I will gladly keep doing this if you keep being a great employee. Speaking of that, I really am happy with you being here. I want to make you an offer. You keep working at your rate, but if you either bring in new business, or upsell a customer, I will give you half of the profit. You know how the profit is here, right?””Sure, but don’t expect miracles. I like working for you, but I don’t know if that kind of pressure will be good for me.” Mrs. Sims seemed to be lacking in self-confidence sometimes. “No worries. It will be like a bonus for you.” During this time, I moved from her foot up to her ankle and achilles heal with the lotion. Mrs. Sims seemed to let out a moan that I could faintly hear. ” I need to get back to my systems. I hope that helped, Mrs. Sims.””Like I said, I could get used to that.” What I didn’t tell her is that it turned me on SO MUCH to do that to her. I wanted to just whip out my cock and stroke it on her feet with that lotion. I know I couldn’t though. I was horny the rest of the afternoon. I couldn’t wait to get the store closed to go home and jerk off…To her beautiful feet.The next day, Mrs. Sims came in to work in a much better mood. It was wintertime, and she was all bundled up from the near zero temperature we had outside. When she took off her coat, she had on like a t-shirt material shirt, and slacks. She took off her boots and put on some open toed sandle-type shoes. I couldn’t wait to see her toes again! It was a pretty normal work day, and Mrs. Sims was quite happy, and great with the customers.”I have my first sale!” She exclaimed.”What do you mean?””A friend of mine wanted more memory for her computer, and is coming up later to buy it, and have us install it. So it is my sale, right?””Of course! Awesome job!” Wow, that was fast. She was really excited about her job. I promised her I would give her the bonus. We buy 1gb memory DRAM for about $13 and sell it for double (That is what we do for most items. That is pretty typical of the markup for most PC items) and I charge $35 for the installation, because I run diagnostic tests when I install it.I told Mrs. Sims that $13 of the sale of the ram was profit, and I count half of the $35 as profit, so it came to $30.50 as profit. I actually was so happy for her, I pulled out a 20 dollar bill and handed it to her, and I told her to keep the change. I told her the “Bonus” would come in as cash. She was so happy.”This will be MY money, not for bills at home. Franks won’t know about it. I can get my nails and hair done with this money, and I can go spend money on myself.””That is awesome. Keep the sales up, because we will both win!”And so it went, and we had a nice shop going. Around a week later, Mrs. Sims approached me.”Dave, um, would you mind rubbing my feet again?””Sure, come back to the workbench. That way I can monitor these O/S loads I am doing.” A few minutes later, she came back. She already had her shoes off, those pretty shoes she wears with everything. She sat next to me.”Are you sure you don’t mind doing it?” She asked.”Mrs. Sims, it is the least I could do for you.. I have gained my sanity back with you here, and I have made a bunch of money thanks to you.” With that, I started rubbing her foot. I had tan khakis on, and they were loose fitting. It wasn’t any time before I got horny and hard as a rock rubbing her foot. I figured she had to notice, if she was looking in the least bit. My khakis were the dress up type, with a different, more dressy material… It showed the lining of my hard cock much easier.”Here let me do your other foot.” I told her. She swiped her foot across my lap, and brushed up on my cock, accidentally. I pretended not to notice, and went for her other foot. I am actually not sure if she noticed. I lovingly caressed her foot and ankle. Her moan actually was louder this time. Her moan made my cock twitch in my pants. I KNOW she saw izmir escort it, but she said nothing. It seemed like only a few minutes, but I actually rubbed her feet for 20 minutes. I think I enjoyed it more than she did. (In remembering this, as I type, it has made my cock so hard thinking back on it.)”Are you comfortable with me rubbing your feet like this, Mrs. Sims?” I thought I would ask because I figured she HAD to know it was making my cock so hard.”Do you not like to do it? I like it. I look forward to it. It makes me relax, because once I go home, there is no relaxing. Frank seems more demanding then ever, and he is not appreciative of what I do for him.””I just thought, well, you know. It kind of made me excited today doing it to you. I don’t have a foot fetish or anything, it is just that, well, I don’t know. It just made me excited.” I was trying to get the right words out. I did not want to lose my only employee. Not now…”I noticed, and don’t be embarrassed. I am a married woman, and I will let you know if I get uncomfortable. Right now I enjoy my job, and I think it is a nice benefit to get my feet massaged. It is much cheaper than the massages that Frank and I pay for. Or should I say USED to get to pay for, since he cannot work now.” So, there it was. She is really pissed about not getting to do the things she used to do. I know she tries so hard, and she loves working with me. I think it is mostly for the money, but she is helping my business out immensely!”Mrs. Sims, what were you paying for a professional massage?””We would buy a 5-pack for $500 for 45 minute massages. I haven’t been back to her for about a year now. I am hoping to save up my money to go to her again. It really relieves my stress.””What all does she do?””Oh, mainly my back, arms, and hands and then my legs and feet. You are taking care of my feet, which helps, but it only helps so much.””Thanks, I think…””No, No, No…Take it as a compliment. Really, I am sorry if I offended you. It feels great, but I am ready to have the full body massage.””Well, here…Take this money. Consider it pre-payment for your next bonus you will bring me.” With that, I handed her $200.00, enough for her and Frank to get their massages. She tried to give it back, but I insisted.”Take it. I am sure with his diabetes, he needs it. Tell him it is a gift from me to him for letting you work with me.” With that, she thanked me, and we went back to work. She scheduled the massage for that weekend, and she came back the next Monday in great spirits.”Dave, what are your long term plans for the business?””I have no idea. Pay my bills this month and hope there is some left over for food for me.” I was half k**ding, half serious. “Why are you asking?””Because Frank and I are always fighting, and I am thinking about separating with him. I cannot afford to lose this job though. I don’t know where I would go, or what I would do.””Don’t split up with him. He is hurt because he cannot work…Actually, I have thought about that. I have work for him, for him to do at home, if he is interested. I will pay him what I pay you. It is simple. I will take home these screws I get with my chassis. I have to separate them because they are in a big bag all mixed up. I need the larger chassis screws separated from the Hard drive and floppy drive screws. It would gain me about an hour or two per day, and he can go as slow as he wants. He could get about 15 hours per week, and keep his disability because I won’t pay him enough to go over the limit.””I am not sure he would do it…He is pretty proud.””Well, tell him it would be about $200 to $250 per week extra. Just ask him. I will take some screws home with you for him to test it out.”Surprisingly, he took me up on the offer. Their relationship seemed to get better over the next month or so, and I was in a good mood. Spring had arrived, and it was warming up, so I could travel farther out for some projects and make more money. “Mrs. Sims, how are the massages going?””We cannot afford them. Franks medical bills are just too high. We are doing okay, but we don’t have that extra money lying around.””Why haven’t you asked me to massage your feet lately?””I wasn’t sure if you really liked doing it.””Well yea, I do. I just want you to be a happy, hard working employee. Trust me, I think I enjoy it as much as you.” That was in reference to my cock getting so hard the last time I did it.”How about after lunch, then?” She said.”That is cool. I have to go out and get some more parts at Frys. I can get us some lunch.” I took off, and brought a surprise back to the office for Mrs. Sims.When I got back, we ate, and I told her I was going back to the back bench to work, and I told her when she wanted, I would massage her feet again.She came back, and had already taken off her shoes. I hadn’t paid too much attention, but she had capris on. They were the type that flared on the bottom. They were the type that many women in their 50’s wear. I was sitting in my chair and she sat next to me. I told her that instead of sitting across from me, I told her to kind of sit next to me. “Why?” She asked.”You have those capris on…I can rub around your ankles better if you are a little closer. If you want, I can massage your legs. You tell me how the lady does it. It will be another benefit of working here for you.””Okay, thanks. Let’s see.”With that, I pulled out a bottle of the new K-Y Massage Oil they sell at Walgreens.”What is that?””Massage oil. I think it will feel better to you.”What I didn’t tell her is that is was warming oil. I hope she liked it. I started massaging her wonderful feet. She closed her eyes. She seemed totally in the moment, fully content. I poured more oil on my hands and went up to her ankle and the edge of her capris. I was hoping no one would come into the shop. It was usually totally dead in the shop from 1 to 4 or so. The phone rang a bit, though. As I rubbed her leg, I just stared at her leg. For a lady her age, her legs were awesome. Not fat, not skinny. A fair amount of muscle tone. Very nice for a lady in her 50’s. I know one thing, my cock absolutely throbbed
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