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They went to a nice quiet pub, but Lisa was upset and embarrassed when the snotty cow barmaid asked Michael if "his daughter" had any form of ID to prove her age. As she rummaged through her handbag, looking for her driving license, she could feel her face getting redder and redder. Eventually she found it, and the barmaid served them their drinks, and took the order for the food.
"Stupid bitch!" said Michael, once they were sitting down away from the bar. He could see Lisa was upset, and wanted to make her feel better. He smiled at her, and she grinned back.
"Yeah! Fat stupid bitch!" giggled Lisa, before taking a couple of large mouthfuls of Vodka and Coke.
"She's probably jealous of your good looks, and fantastic body," said Michael, looking the teenager straight in the eye. A big smile spread across Lisa's face.
"You're just saying that to cheer me up," she said, fishing for further compliments.
"You should know me by now. I always mean what I say. And anyway there's no need to be upset by people thinking you're younger than you are. I wish someone would think that about me!"
"That wasn't what I was upset about, I always get asked for ID in pubs, it was when she called me your daughter," said Lisa. "I mean for all she knows we could be lovers!"
"Could we?"
"Well yes." Lisa could feel herself blush again. "If you weren't married, that is."
"Well," said Michael, " pretty soon I won't be."
Lisa looked at him, not knowing what to say.
"We're getting divorced. She's been having an affair for the past 6 months," he lied. "So you could be my lover, if you really want to be."
Lisa said nothing for a couple of seconds. Her head was spinning. Surely now was the time. Michael was the special man she'd been waiting for.
"Yes.....Yes, I want to be...." Just at that moment their food arrived and Lisa had to hold back from what she was saying.
"Say it to me Lisa," he said, once they were alone again.
"I want to be your lover Michael."
"Ok, but eat your dinner first," he joked.
Over lunch their conversation became more and more intimate, and Lisa told Michael that she was still a virgin, and her reasons for having waited until now.
"Don't worry, I promise to be really gentle with you," he said smiling at her.
He told Lisa that his wife was going away for the weekend, and they arranged that Lisa would go back to his house tomorrow after work. The office closed at 12:00 noon on a Saturday, so that would give them plenty of time together.
After lunch, they left the pub and went back to Michael's car. Once inside he leaned over and kissed the young girl on her cheek, putting his arms around her.
"I can't wait until tomorrow Lisa. You're so beautiful." he whispered in her ear. She turned to face him, and the two of them began to French kiss. As they swapped tongues Michael moved his hand inside Lisa's blouse. At his request Lisa had nipped into toilet in the pub before they left, and removed her vest, returning with the top 3 buttons undone.
"Ohhh yes!" panted Lisa, as his fingers found her erect nipple. "I want you to teach me everything Michael. You can do anything you like to me."
The pair of them stayed like that for a good ten minutes, practically eating one another. Lisa's panties were soaked through. No guy had ever shown an interest in her tits before, but Michael couldn't keep his hand out of her blouse. It was like he was turning on a tap in her virgin pussy, as he pinched and tweaked her nipples.
"We better stop," she panted, "we can carry on tomorrow."
Michael agreed, and he buttoned her blouse back up. Soon they were driving back to work, Lisa's head spinning even faster now, looking forward, slightly apprehensively, to the following day. On the way back, Michael told her that he intended to treat her to a new outfit, as he wanted to really spoil her rotten. She told him her measurements, and that she was a size 8. He even checked her shoe size.
As soon as they were back at the office, Lisa headed straight for the toilet, removed her sodden panties, and popped them in her handbag with her vest. She had to spend the rest of the day without and knickers on, and was glad she had decided to wear trousers that day.
That night Lisa had serious reservations about what she had agreed to do. She wondered if she had drunk too much, and got a little carried away. She rang one of her friends to ask her advice, hoping that she would reassure her, but Katy told her not to do it, that he was too old, and was probably just using her for sex. She thought about it some more, as she lay in bed. If she did drop out now, Michael would think she was a cock teaser, probably never speak to her again, and maybe even sack her. She knew she had no choice,
