Many thanks to those who read and enjoyed the first part of this story. Thank you, as well, for your patience while this second chapter germinated in my mind.
As always, all characters are over the age of eighteen.
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Six weeks in Toledo. No disrespect to the citizens of that fair town, but it was going to be hell. Not only was it going to take me away from my daughter, but I had just, and at long last, found someone slightly taller and more mature to love. More curvaceous too. Does Murphy's Law apply to relationships?
My first thought was that I would go to Toledo, get settled, then send for my girls. We'd be together, Kelly would get a free vacation (yeah, I know... vacation in Toledo...Oh boy!) and all would be good. That idea lasted about thirty seconds.
I walked into my sumptuous accommodations at the Toledo Holiday Inn...and found a roommate. So much for bringing roommates of my own.
His name was Tony, and he had been brought in for similar reasons. Apparently, John Lewis hadn't been the only one in the car. He had been coming back from a meeting, with another staff member riding shotgun. Tony was here to run their HR department, while I ran the whole show.
Shit.
My life had just been changed for the better, then I get sent here. Okay, so we'll make lemonade, and bring Kelly here. Now the lemons are rotten.
Shit!
I called Kelly to let her know I arrived safely, and to give her the bad news. She was disappointed, but put her usual, cheerful spin on it.
"Don't worry about us here. We're having a great time bonding. By the time you get back, we'll have the place repainted pink. It'll be a girl's house. How do you feel about a lifesize 'my little pony' on the living room wall?"
"It wouldn't be my first choice," I laughed. She was one of a kind. "Are you sure you'll be okay?"
"I'm not saying I won't miss you," she pouted, "but I do have my trusty vibrator to get me through, and the memory of our Sunday night send off. We'll talk every night, right? Skype for Lynn. I could dress for you, or better yet, undress for you... "
"I'd love that, but I have a roommate, remember?" I groaned. "Kind of hard to watch you without wanting to jerk off. Privacy is a little short around here."
"Right. I don't want to make it worse for you. No x-rated calls or Skype, unless the opportunity presents itself," she giggled. "Agreed?"
"Agreed. I should go, honey," I said. This conversation was depressing me, reminding me what I'd be missing. "I'll call you tonight."
"Okay, baby," she purred, "talk to you later."
I sat there, suddenly feeling very, very alone. The phone in my hand was my lifeline, back to where I desperately wanted to be. My mind wandered back to last night. Oh, what a night.
We knew it would be our last night for quite some time. Thank god Lynn was fast asleep, because we went at it like rabbits, and it wasn't confined to the bedroom. It was like something from a movie, where the lust just boils over, and the characters can't get enough of each other.
We left a trail of knocked over furniture, crooked paintings, and wrinkled rugs, as we fucked throughout the house. On the floor, the couch, standing in the hallway...out onto the deck, back in to the kitchen, dining room, and finally the bedroom. I came three times...once in, once on, and once down her throat. Her orgasms were more than I could count, and seemed to only add to her energy level. Well, I guess she was only nineteen. I felt older than my twenty-six years, but being around her was restoring my youth.
She gave me a wonderful goodbye blowjob Monday morning, and now I was here. Horny as hell, with only my hand for companionship. Oh...and Tony, hence the problem.
Shit, shit, shit!
***
Tuesday morning, Tony and I carpooled to work. I was thankful for the distraction. Last night's bedtime Skype call had been heart rending, with tears from Lynn, then from Kelly and me as well. My little girl didn't understand. Kelly was doing her best to ease the pain.
The Toledo office was pretty typical, with one obvious exception. It had more women than usual, or at least, more than my usual office. More women was not what I needed now, and I certainly didn't need more attractive, friendly women, but that's what I got, from the first step through the door.
"Holy shit," Tony whispered. "I think I'm going to like it here."
The receptionist, Denise, a tall, pretty blonde, with a very athletic aire, showed us to our offices. I was first.
"Mr. Stewart, this is Adrienne, your assistant. I'll leave you with her. It was nice meeting you." Denise turned away, and Tony followed, leering at her ass.
"Mr. Stewart," Adrienne said, extending her hand. I took it. She was a dark haired, slightly Hispanic looking, quite attractive woman. Perhaps a little on the plump side, but she carried it very well, including a positively huge pair of tits. Just what I didn't need.
We talked a bit, introductory chit chat. She learned I was a widower and single parent. I learned she was single, thirty, and had been John Lewis's assistant for six years. I was glad she was experienced ; I'd need her help. The single and thirty bit had me concerned, as she did seem a little too happy to hear I was unattached. Maybe I should have told her about Kelly, and that she was more than just my babysitter.
More than she needed to know at this point
, I decided.
We got to work, and thankfully, she didn't appear to be actively stalking me. The day progressed quickly, and before I knew it, lunchtime had arrived. My new best friend, Tony, stopped by my office to invite me out.
Oh, what the hell. It beats eating alone
, I thought. I didn't know he had also invited Denise.
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As it turned out, besides being pretty and the object of Tony's lust, Denise was also a font of information about the ins and outs of the office. I mean that literally. Seems a few of the staff were more than merely friendly. Some were more than friendly with more than one other staff member. Denise said she was a lesbian, but she winked at me when she said it, so it may have been just to get Tony off her trail.
She delighted in filling us in on the gossip, and regaled us all through lunch. Adrienne was a source of concern. Denise said she really liked to fuck, and had an on again, off again thing with her boss. Since that was me for the next six weeks or so, I would have to watch her. I didn't want anything to jeopardize my relationship with Kelly. Otherwise, I would have happily gone back from lunch and bent her over my desk.
Maybe Tony would like a shot at her?
The afternoon went quickly, and Tony took the passenger seat for our trip back to the hotel.
"So," he smiled, predictably, "your assistant's packing quite the pair, and likes to do her boss, huh? You gonna go for it?"
Funny, he didn't look thirteen.
"Nope," I said. I didn't feel the need to say more.
"Are you gay, married, or just nuts?" he laughed. "I'm going to get all I can. No one will ever know."
But I would
