Margaret’s Arm Candy

This is a bit of an involved story. It is broken up into three sections. If you have the time you should start from the beginning. If you are a little pressed for time I suggest you jump to chapter three.



It must be difficult for a woman to work in a stereotypical male workplace. When I was 18, I was working in the repair department of a fairly large new car dealer in my home town. Between the repair shop, the body shop, sales, and customer service, there was not a single woman. There were only six women working there, and just as you may suspect, they all worked in either the clerical section, or at reception.
I would hate to call it a daily ritual, but since all of the employees park behind the shop, and the women all worked in the front, the would walk through the shop to and from their car each day. You could always tell when it happened too, because all of the air tools went silent, and the hoists would stop moving so the guys could take their time and stare at the ladies as they go through. I can’t say that I wasn’t guilty, but luckily for Margaret, there were two young blondes that would draw all of the attention.
Well, maybe not all of the attention. I had found out quite early that I fancy older women. Maybe it was the fact that their bodies tended to be naturally shaped closer to the proportions that I appreciate, or maybe it was that I had a bit if a mature nature myself, and was bored and annoyed with the normal “Barbie” attitudes of the girls I had grown up with. Whatever caused it, Margaret was the only one drawing my attention. And luckily, I believe that I was the only one at the time.
At 47, she was only petite in a few ways. She was 5’4” and was somewhat thin in the waist with nicely shaped legs. However she possessed an exceptionally round bottom, unbelievably wide hips, and a generous C cup that must have brought her to about 140 pounds, carried in all the right places. She always wore pants and a button down blouse, which would bulge just a little at her tight waistband. That bulge, combined with the wide hips and well proportioned breasts would make you certain of her not so recent maternity.
She had a cute face with soft features. Even without makeup, her natural beauty did not come close to showing her age. She wore round glasses over her warm, brown eyes surrounded be her shoulder length curled brown hair. I couldn’t have put together a more perfect mature woman if my life depended on it.
Yes, she was married, and had a son that I believe was just a few years younger than I. Obviously this ended my hopes of any relations, but that wouldn’t stop my cautious glances, randy thoughts, and the occasional flirting comment. I made an effort to be friendly with her when we crossed paths, and make conversation in the break room and any other chance I had. I would like to think it paid off, since I believe we were just a little closer than you would expect of two coworkers that are not even in the same section. It may have been enough to arouse suspicion from the other ladies, who loved to gossip of course, if the age difference had not prevented those thoughts to start with.
This continued for a few months. I began to make more flirtatious comments as I got more comfortable, and it seemed that she was more receptive to them, although she would never reciprocate. Then came the day that would change everything.
The clerical department always took their lunch early, so the break room would be less crowded. This also meant that I had never eaten lunch with Margaret. But today was different. My supervisor asked me if I was available for a job. He didn’t tell me what it was, but he said that it was scheduled for early this afternoon. I didn’t think anything of it, I just accepted the job, and he told me to break early so I could start during lunch.
I went up to the break room to take my lunch, and two of the ladies were already in there. One of the blonde girls was eating in the far back corner, watching the news. And Margaret was in the opposite corner reading a book, and looked to be finished with her lunch. I sat down across from her, and a seat over, because I assumed she didn’t want to chat. I opened my car magazine and started paging through while I ate.
Margaret looked over her book and asked me why I was there so early. I smiled and told her that I had planned to change my work schedule so I could look at her pretty face while I had lunch every day. She smiled and started to make small talk. We talked back and forth for a while, but something wasn’t right. I do not remember what I said, but at that point she seemed to get distant. I asked her what was wrong. She said it was nothing. I said “It is obviously something, come on, out with it.”
I didn’t expect what I heard next. She started to tell me that she and her husband had been having trouble. She said that her husband had an ongoing affair with some young bartender, and that they had actually been separated for a couple of months. I hadn’t expected her to confide in me and was a little surprised to hear that she had moved out and her son was staying with her husband. I tried to comfort her, but it didn’t seem like she was even really that upset about it. Then I looked up at the clock and saw that it was time to leave.
I stopped down by my bosses office to see what he needed me to do. He told me that they needed me up in the admin department to help with a little moving. This got me a little confused. I thought that Margaret would have known about it and mentioned this during lunch. But, nevertheless, I went upstairs to the admin department, and walked in to see Margaret standing there with a big smile on her face. This only added to my confusion.
“I told them I could use a young strapping man to help move some furniture. I figured they didn’t have too many to choose from.”
I kept sort of quiet, trying to gather what was going on around me. After I was done with what seemed to be an oddly small amount of work, Margaret asked me to come over and sit down by her desk. At this point, my confusion was turning into suspicion. I obviously wasn’t really needed to help with this work. Put that along with the odd events in the break room, something was going on.
Margaret cleared her throat. “OK, just give me a second…..For a while now, I have been noticing you,…. noticing me.”
Where was this going? Was this a harassment complaint? No, no, she was going somewhere with this. My mind started to race as I looked her in the eyes and she started to smile. I didn’t know what to do at that point. I looked down and cracked a smile.
I looked back up and started “I don’t know where this…”She cut me off.
“I’m just saying that we seem to get along well…..and with what I was telling you before…..I was wondering if you could do me a little,…..well I guess not little,…..favor.”
My mind came to a screeching halt and my face went blank.