Part two of the "Sophie" series
"Call now for instant relief, you'll just loβ¦."
The rest of the advert was cut off as Sophie switched the tv off.
Leaning her head back on the sofa she sighed softly. Glancing at the clock on the wall she noted that Josh was an hour late.
He had gone on a business trip, an urgent contract. One that could make them rich supposedly. She had not wanted to go, business trips were not her style. He had been gone a week already and aside from missing him terribly, she was as horny as fuck. She hadn't got laid in a week. She had tried using her vibrator but it didn't seem to satisfy her need anymore. She needed hot, erotic action.
It had been two weeks since her illicit fuck with Ben. She would have called him to help her out but he was on holiday in Europe and he wouldn't be back till the end of the month, two more weeks away!
Josh had phoned after the meeting had finished early in the afternoon and told her he had secured the contract and had told her to get all dressed up so that they could go out tonight, but of course, Josh wasn't back yet.
This was why Sophie Harper was all dressed up. She was wearing a short black cocktail dress, which clung to her curves, emphasising her very ample chest, which was held by two thin straps over the shoulders. She wore black high heels, to further enhance her sexual presence. Finished off underneath by matching black lace bra and panties. The bra pushed her tits together to form a formidable sight of cleavage.
She looked a knockout as always. Her long straight blonde hair hung down her back, her long white legs were shown off perfectly by the mid thigh length of the dress. Her blue eyes looked even bigger than normal, emphasised by the mix of black and blonde.
She had been so horny lately that she had thought of seducing the next man who cam by, even the paperboy.
Just as she was thinking of a way she could fin someone to fuck tonight, the doorbell rang.
Jumping up, her 36C breasts bounced with the full life they had. Soft and firm.
She ran towards the door, smoothing her dress when she got there. She calmly opened the front door.
Opening the front door, expecting to see Josh, Sophie had a bit of a shock, she hadn't expected to see the man staring back at her.
Charles Riley was Josh's boss. A nice guy from all that she had heard about him. He gave money to charities and even ran homeless shelters around the city. A respected man and well liked in the community. He wasn't one of these rich people who stuck their noses in the air or only mingled with other rich people. Charles Riley was as much at home with the homeless people as with the rich and famous. Everybody liked him, except Sophie.
At the work party almost a year ago he had pinched her ass and had tried to dance with her a little informally. Now Sophie wasn't one to mind flirting with people, but Mr Charles Riley was not the man of her dreams.
Charles Riley was 56, grey hair on his balding head, a large nose, short and overweight. His suit looked ready to burst at the seams. And he stood there with a large smile on his face, obviously ogling at her body.
"Mr Riley! What can I do for you?" Sophie said trying to hide the surprise in her voice.
"Sophie. Looking good as always." He said with that stupid smile on his face. Sophie moved a little more behind the door. "Josh phoned me after the meeting this afternoon and told me he had got the contract, I was happy for him of course and asked him to come over for a drink, but he insisted that I come over here. Is he in?"
"No he isn't back yet. He should have been an hour ago but he's not and he hasn't phoned yet." Sophie answered
"Ahh, he said he might not be back, what with planes being as they are. He said if he wasn't to just wait for him, that you would take care of me." His smile deepened at the last words.
"He never told me." Sophie said, "I suppose you had better come in."
Sophie moved behind the door and let the old man in. There was no way she was gonna walk in front of this guy and give him an excuse to view her ass.
When he had entered, she shut the door behind her and followed him into the lounge. Riley sat down on the sofa opposite the chair. The table in between, the TV to the left and the other sofa opposite that.
Sophie held her dress as she sat on the chair. "Dirty old bastard!" She thought, "I'm old enough to be his daughter."
They sat there for a couple of minutes in silence. Sophie looking everywhere else while Riley openly ogled her.
"Fancy a drink?" Sophie asked, anything to get her out of there.
"Yeah, sure." Riley replied.
Sophie stood up and berated herself mentally for bending a little too far forward, then quickly walked into the kitchen.
She opened the fridge and took out a beer. Popped the top off and brought it back through to the lounge, handing it to her boyfriends boss. Riley held onto her hand as she handed him the bottle. Sophie pulled her hand away from his and moved back a little. Riley took a swig of the brew and placed it on the table in front of him. When he stood up he was a little shorter than Sophie.
Walking over to her slowly, she did not back away. "Damn it, this is my house. I won't let him beat me in my house." She thought.
Riley stopped and offered his hand out to her.
"May I have one dance please Sophie?" He asked all gentlemanly.
"A..a.dance?" Sophie stammered incredulously
"Yes, just one dance." Riley replied smiling
Sophie was a little confused. Maybe he wasn't a sleazy guy after all.
"Just one." Sophie replied sternly.
Riley took the young lady's hand. Damn she looked so hot today. Every time he had seen her she looked amazing, but in that figure hugging dress, she looked radiant, and so unbelievably fuckable.