CHAPTER 1
John rubbed his temples to try and relieve the eyestrain. Working non-stop for the past week and a half on the project, he’d finally gotten it done. The client had wanted the project finished yesterday, but John wasn’t through with it yet. Three times yesterday and last night he’d gone over the entire project, correcting the little mistakes that were always so distracting and which could sabotage a lot of good work in a hurry.
The anger and impatience in Milton’s voice last night surprised him, but he’d have to live with it. John’s pride in his work product made sloppy work unacceptable and late or not, it wouldn’t be ready until it was ready. Yes he was a little behind schedule, but best to get it right the first time out rather than having a potential buyer nick-pick it to death over trivial things. John hated when that happened, it was so easily avoidable yet surprising easy to let happen.
He’d gotten up early this morning and after breakfast he got down to the final edit. He poured a cup of freshly brewed coffee, and absent-mindedly sipped the hot dark liquid. Forcing himself to take it slow, he was critical of everything he had done. When he’d finished the final review, he realized he hadn’t changed a thing, that everything was in order, no typos, no glaring lapses in logic, nor misplaced labels on any of the exhibits. Milton might find something, but John considered the project presentation 99% done and ready to go to press.
Printing out a copy for Milton to review, John headed for Milton’s house on Lake Rockford. It was Friday and after dropping it off, John planned to take care of few non-Milton related business items he had put off, but after that he planned to take a well-earned three-day weekend to recoup his energy.
As he drove towards his destination his thoughts turned to Teresa. She had called earlier in the week and had asked him if he’d like to party with her when she returned from her trip. Unconsciously his tongue wet his lips as an image of Teresa came to his mind, dark auburn hair draped over one green eye, thrusting out a stiff nipple protruding from a half-dollar sized areola of her incredible 40D tit for him to suck.
The sumptuous image caused his dick to grow hard. His mind wandered as he thought of all the wonderfully decadent things he and she would be doing trying to fuck one another’s brains out. She was a great once a month gig and he looked forward to banging her to near unconsciousness.
“Damn!” he said out loud as he slammed on the brakes, nearly missing the turn into the Lake Villa subdivision.
John drove down the winding streets lined with opulent houses to Milton’s home, enjoying the responsive handling of his BMW Boxer. Finding the house he pulled into the circular driveway. Clearing his mind of salacious thoughts, he stepped from his car and for the first time noticed what a beautiful day it was, clear blue skies, warm and with a gentle breeze. It was a perfect day for a round of golf or any other outdoor activity.
“Screw the bull shit,” he muttered. He just wanted to give Milton the ad material and get the hell out of there to start the weekend early. Clutching the packet of material, he walked through the open gate of the porte-cochere.
Trigger, the fox terrier, eagerly greeted him with his ever-present tennis ball ready for a game. Trigger dropped the ball on his foot and tensed for action. John rang the doorbell. He waited and rang the bell again. Still there was no answer. He was certain Milton had said he wouldn’t be leaving until noon and it was only eleven. Reasoning that if Trigger was out, then Milton was probably in the backyard taking care of something before he left.
John picked up the ball and threw it into the back yard. He walked around to the back of the house expecting to see Milton out on the dock, fooling around with one of his boats. He’d only taken a few steps before Trigger was back, dropping the ball at his feet. The speed and energy the little bastard had always amazed him. John took a few more steps before Trigger dropped the ball on his feet again. The energetic little dog picked up and dropped the now wet ball on his feet as he walked at least four times on his way to the back yard.
Rounding the corner of the house, John saw Sandy, Milton’s nineteen-year old daughter sunning herself by the pool. The pupils of his eyes involuntarily dilated at the luscious sight.
“Oh baby,” he muttered to himself.
He tried not to gawk, but hell, she was practically naked in the scanty red string bikini. Even from a distance he could see that her tits bulged at the edges of the skimpy top causing a bulge of his own to begin to form. He paused and studied her before approaching any closer. He guessed that she had 36C tits, very ample but not overly large.
She turned her head towards him and sat up on her elbows, long honey blonde hair cascading across her bare shoulders. She pulled down her sunglasses, revealing her sparkling blue eyes, flashing a wide, bright smile as she greeted him.
“Hi, Mr. John! Daddy isn’t here. He and Mom left for the airport fifteen minutes ago.”
A pang of panic set in. “Damn,” he muttered so that she couldn’t hear. “He said he wasn’t leaving until noon.”
“They had to go do something before they went to the airport. Dad said for you to put the proposal on the kitchen table and he’d look into it when they got home Monday afternoon.”
John couldn’t help but gawk at the pretty girl. He’d seen her many times over the past three years that he’d been working with Milton. To John, it seemed like Sandy and her two younger sisters were always lounging about in a bikini around the pool and John always struggled not to stare. All three of Milton’s daughters were good looking babes, very athletic, and he always made a great effort to be cool with the risqué display of young flesh, after all, he was twice Sandy’s age and her younger sisters were definitely jailbait. Still the pretty young cunts were great to look at and to fantasize about.
“Uh, um, you didn’t go with them?” asked John trying to extend the moment.
“No, I came home unexpectedly yesterday.”
“Oh yeah.” He was about to ask her if she still played soccer but then remembered that Sandy was a freshman at State U. “How’s State U?”
“I dropped out.” She bit her lower lip and continued, “Daddy’s furious with me, but I figured I’d better drop out rather than flunk out. At least I can apply for readmittance for the fall.”
“What was the problem?”
“Oh, you know,” she said cryptically. “I got behind and I knew I couldn’t catch up.”
John smiled at the lame excuse. “Too much partying?”
“Yeah, you could say that, “ she said sheepishly. “Daddy says I have to get a job.” She pouted, “Do you believe it, he suggested I join the Air Force or something.”
“Well, I don’t know about the Air Force,” John answered hesitantly. John struggled to keep the conversation going so that he could prolong looking at the lovely girl. Client’s daughter or not, he was hard as a rock.
As the silence became awkward, she batted her long lashes and rose to her feet. John sucked in his breath. Her figure was divine. A deep navel accented her wasp-like waist that flared into womanly hips before tapering into her slender shapely legs and perfect feet. She walked towards him gently swaying her gorgeous hips. John’s eyes darted back and forth between her jiggling tits and her crotch. Her ample tits, strained at the two triangles of thin material, the outline of her nipples clearly visible. Thin strings dove from her hips to connect to the tiny strip of fabric that barely covered her crotch; it was evident that she had to shave her pussy.
John was keenly aware of his massive hard on and hoped that the young girl either wouldn’t notice or better yet, not be offended. Smiling sweetly, she took the packet from his hand and turned to walk towards the house. Scanning from her wide shoulders that narrowed to her small waist, his eyes followed her torso to where it swelled to her rounded hips. As John got a good look at her backside he muttered, “Jesus.”
