Annie and I worked at the same place on a part time basis. It was a sports and rec facility where she worked the concession stand and I did whatever was needed. Sometimes I had to preside over the play area for the kids. Other times I was reffing soccer or putting together schedules for flag football leagues. It didn’t pay the bills by any stretch, but it was a fun and easy way to pick up some easy cash from time to time. I was considered the “Old Man” of the place at a whopping 27, but still being several years older than the next oldest employee, save for the owners. Annie was only 20, still in college, and lived with her brother. When I first met her, I was convinced she couldn’t be a day over 16, 17 tops. I didn’t really have any reason to think she’d be that young. At about 5’4 and 115 very lean pounds, she didn’t look disproportionately young, nor did she seem immature. I just assumed she was still wrapping up high school. Maybe it was because we never spoke? But that was as much my fault as it was hers. In all honesty, I think I was a little intimidated by her. She had very blond hair, beautiful and perfectly white teeth, and an amazingly even tan that ran deep brown all over her body. She was beautiful by any measure. It was a book that she was reading that sparked our first conversation. I happened to be reading and book by the same author that she had finished a few weeks before. Our conversation flowed very easily. She was very introspective, intelligent, and almanbahis well-spoken. I was embarrassed that I had written her off in my mind as a dumb blond girl. And so our weeks passed by, discussing books mostly, and casually learning just a bit more about one another. One random week, I had finished reffing a soccer game and stopped in the office to turn in the score sheets before I left. Turns out, we were the last two people in the place. It was oddly quiet in this place that was usually 20,000 square feet that teemed with constant action. It was dark, and quiet, and lonely. “Hey Annie, here’s the last score sheet. I’m outta here. See you next week.” “Hey, hold on a sec,” she hollered after me. “Are you in a hurry to be anywhere just now?” “No. Just headed home.” “Can you hang out a second while I close up shop here? I’m the last one here, and I hate being here and walking out alone. You mind,” she asked in total earnest. “Oh, yeah. No problem,” I told her. I didn’t give it a second thought. She wasn’t kidding. The place was huge, and so was the parking lot. Of course it was set way off the road several hundred yards, only accessible by a narrow drive. Honestly, I wouldn’t have wanted to be there alone either at a full foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier. So I waited while she wrapped up, and walked her to her car while we exchanged comments about teams that played that night, future leagues, and things of the like. There were several times in the next few almanbahis yeni giriş weeks that we ended up being the last two there. I always hung out while she packed up the office. I didn’t mind. It was nice to talk with someone who wasn’t yelling about a call, a fee, or was a screaming three-year old. There was no question that if I was younger or she was a bit older, I would have asked her out. Her body was amazing, but it wasn’t until I saw her from a profile standing tip-toe to put something on a high shelf that I realized just how attractive I found her. She was reaching above her head, causing her shirt to rise just a bit, showing off her perfectly flat stomach. Her shorts were just long enough to cover her butt, but still a respectable length. But it was her legs that caught my attention. They were perfectly proportioned, smooth, tanned, just flat out impressive. I watched her calves flex to stretch the last inch she needed and her feet arched out of her flip flops when she accomplished her goal, and turned to see me staring with my mouth open just a little more then I was comfortable about. I couldn’t help it. I tried to play it off, but I was caught. To make it worse, I just kept looking her up and down. She already knew I was, so what the hell? I’ve never been one to say that I have a foot fetish. But it’s safe to say I’ve always had an appreciation for girls with pretty feet. It’s not an easy thing to do to be presentable all the time. And her’s almanbahis giriş were perfect. As smoothly tanned as the rest of her, petite, perfectly pedicured as they always were. I’ve always figured if a girl takes time to make sure her feet are that well taken care of, she probably takes care of the rest of herself too. But ultimately, she was either too nice, flattered, or too embarrassed herself to say anything about having caught me looking. She sat on the desk in front of me and dangled her flip flops off her feet as we chatted. I couldn’t stop stealing glances. “Uh, so…you ready to get out for the night?,” I asked in an attempt to save myself further embarrassment. “Sure,” she said with a tiny grin, as she brushed past me, letting small hints of her lotion subtly invade my senses. I walked her to her car stammering like a fool, opened her door, and sent her on her way. Two weeks later as we were closing up, I tried to avoid being the last one there with her, but to no avail. She was in the office listening to music. Her flip flops were on the floor, and her legs were up on the desk, her calves gently flexed to show off her legs and shapely toes. “Hey, here’s the scores. I gotta jet,” I said quickly in an attempt to salvage any pride I had left. “Okay, hold on and I’ll walk out with you,” she told me Shit. Just what I didn’t want to happen. But what was I going to tell her? No? “Get in for a sec,” she told me when we got to her car. Shit. What now? “What’s up?,” I asked, obliging her request. She leaned across the arm rest and flicked her tongue gently over my lips. I immediately became rock-hard at her contact. Again the scent of her lotion intoxicated me as a gasped quickly to catch my breath.