As she finally reached her house, Julie cursed silently shaking out her umbrella. What a perfect way to end the perfect week. It had started with Brad finally leaving. She knew it was a long time coming, but the finality of it really hit hard. Work had been unbearable all week and now the storm. She shivered as the cold wet rain fell heavily. Grabbing the mail and practically stumbling through the door, she was thankful it was finally over. Kicking off her new shoes, she breathed a sigh of relief to be free of their pinches
Heading up to her room, she casually opened the nondescript piece of mail. A charge ran through her as she looked at it.
Julie,
Your father told me about the divorce. You should get away from it all for a while. There's a ticket to the resort in the envelope. I'll see you down there.
Jack.
Dropping heavily on the bed, Julie let the rest of her mail fall to the floor, clutching the letter. Jack Davis was a neighbor, good friend of her dad's, and quite possibly the sexiest man she knew. It wasn't his looks that got her, but the way he acted. So powerful and in control. The text of the letter was so true to form. It wasn't an offer or a request, it was an order. There wasn't even contact information for her to confirm. He just assumed she'd be there.
As she slowly peeled of her wet slacks, Julie laid back. Her mind drifted back to her youth. Julie thought of herself as a strong woman, but she had always melted for Jack. Jack was a divorcee but she had never known his wife. She had, however, seen the steady parade of supermodel-like girlfriends he went through. Apparently she wasn't the only one who felt his magnetism. Her friends never got it though. Jack always seemed to scare them. It wasn't a surprise. He was a large, powerfully built, bear of a man with eyes that could see right through you. It was all part of what made him irresistible to Julie.
It didn't matter anyway. Her friends never really got her taste in men. They were always trying to set her up with guys her age but her sights were set higher. Sure, she dated younger guys occasionally, but the relationships that mattered were always with older men. From the sweet professor in college who gave her the first orgasm at the hands of a man, to her boss who just used her (and she loved every minute), to her worthless ex-husband Brad. She wasn't bitter, but she desperately wanted to move on. And now there was Jack.
Closing her eyes she hooked her finger into the waistband of her panties, lowering them then kicking them off. As she lay back on the satin sheets in just her sweater, she felt a warmth running through her. Her creamy thighs rubbed together as she thought back. All the memories of teenage fantasies flooded back to her mind. Slipping her hand between her legs, feeling the warm slickness, she imagined him in one of his dark suits. She always felt so girlish next to him. She knew she was all woman now, but there was no doubt the way he'd make her feel.
Biting her lip, she began to rub her clit furiously. She imagined him bending her over one of those huge boardroom tables at his office, slamming his cock into her from behind. She felt so dirty imagining something so graphic, but Jack was every fantasy to her. Sometimes sweet, and romantic. Other times forceful, but always in control. As her head rolled back, she could feel the waves of her impending orgasm sweeping over her. That's what she really wanted. She wanted him to be in charge. Shrieking out she exploded violently as the scent of her sex filled the room. As he climax subsided she looked back at the letter, now wrinkled from being clutched tightly between her fingers. She couldn't just get up and go could she? I mean it was so impulsive. What was he expecting? She shook the thought from her head. He had never treated her as anything but a daughter. It was a one-sided fantasy she told herself. She'd have to turn him down.
As she stepped into the small building that served as a terminal for the airport in this little town, sweat trickled down her neck. It was so warm, but really it just made her feel hot. She just shook her head. When she received the letter she was so sure she wouldn't come, but she should've known better. After a quick call to her job she had packed her bags with her sexiest summer attire and departed the next morning. It was almost as though she didn't have a choice. The helplessness both scared her and aroused her.
"Miss Miller?" a voice from a nice looking young man, snapped her from her reverie. "Follow me"
She looked at him surprised he referred to her by her maiden name. He simply took her bags from her hand and started to walk from the building. Quickly following after him she called out, "where are we going?"
"Mr. Davis has instructed me to deliver you to his bungalow," he replied as he opened the door of the luxurious BMW.
