When I looked at your bed, it felt like the right thing to do. Don’t you like me undressed?”How do you tell a fourteen year old that seeing her un...ressed is something you desired of her from the first day you laid eyes on her? Jayden has everything I want in a woman: a beautiful delicate body, a mystery between her legs and, if all goes well, a means of fantastic sex. My body is shaking and we still haven’t even kissed.“You are beautiful Jayden, I love looking at you.”A smile now fills her. Once we were both naked, my son took me into my own bed, then he took me. I hate to say I felt, as the song says ... like a virgin. (Oh that sounds so fucking cheesy! Especially since the song was a big thing around the time I was Robert's age!)But I can honestly say that I've never, ever been with anyone and felt the things I did with him. It was lovemaking, it was a pounding fuck, it was sweet and naughty as hell and so much more. As I look back on it, I think the experience was heightened. She really was cute. She wasn’t busty but she was really fit and toned. Her shoulder-length slightly curly browny-blonde hair was just long enough to catch in a small knot at the nape of her neck, some wisps hanging down the sides of her face. She was slender, skinny almost, but you couldn’t see any bones or veins. Her skin was tight and toned and perfect.By evening we were exhausted. We hadn’t stopped for dinner. Because we were visiting waypoints in different orders to other teams we’d often. I was her boss, but at the company that employed us both, I was every ones' boss. Her divorced husband was the lead attorney for a union that was known for strong-arm tactics and he objected to her having male company. But I wasn't a man who had affairs and anyway we had a lot of work-related issues to discuss and resolve.So there we were at the piano bar, about eleven PM, on bar stools, her skirt at her stocking tops and my hand on her thigh, her left boob pressing my shoulder. The music.