Prologue
Kathy O'Neil was in her back yard washing the cherry red '65 Mustang her late husband had purchased for her, and as usual, I couldn't take my eyes off her. The sun was shining, and the temperature had climbed past the century mark for the third straight day. It was the kind of heat that made you want to take all your clothes off, regardless of who was looking. I stood watching Kathy through the small window above her kitchen sink, waiting for her daughter Kristina. We were going shopping at the mall where it was cool, before returning later in the evening to go swimming. As Kathy's hands flew in a circular motion over the hood of her car, her breasts bobbled wildly beneath her t-shirt, and from the side I could see her shorts riding up the deep slit between her buttocks. Although I was filled with guilt, I began to fantasize walking up from behind as she was bent over the car, my arms closing around her waist. She whispered to me that there wasn't much time, so I pull her shorts down, and enter her quickly, taking her hard and fast over the hood of her car. Again and again, I drove my cock into her, my hands gripping her huge breasts as they slapped together...
"Hi baby," Kristina said, kissing me softly. I was jolted from my fantasy immediately, as Kristina pushed her teenage body against me and I captured her in my arms, slipping my hands down to cup her buttocks while slipping my tongue into her mouth.
"Oh my, you are happy to see me," she laughed, stroking my cock. "I'm sorry I was so tired last night. Apparently, our fun this morning didn't completely satisfy you though."
"No, no, it's okay, sweetie. I just wanted to return your favor, I wasn't angry. Just disappointed." The guilt was overpowering now, but there was no reason why she needed to find out that the erection was not because of her.
She hugged me tighter, kissing me on the cheek, then led my out the door.
"You don't want breakfast?" I asked.
"No, it's nearly noon. I'm sorry I took so long, but the shower felt so good. We can grab something at the mall." She gathered her small purse, adjusted her hair in a mirror hanging over one of the kitchen counters, and led me to out the door.
"We're leaving now, mom," she shouted out to her mother, who was now waxing the car behind the giant pool in the back yard. "We'll be back later."
"Ok, you two have a good day. Goodbye Kevin," Kathy said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She smiled at me, and I thought I recognized a glint in her eye, as if she had seen as much as I thought she might have the night before.
"We'll see you soon, Kathy. It was wonderful to meet you."
Part I
Kristina
I had been dating Kristina O'Neil for seven months, and I'd been in love with her for almost six. Kristina was 19, and I had met her when she began working in my office as an intern during her senior year of high school. At 28, I had already built my accounting firm into one of the more successful businesses in the area, and we regularly took on interns from the high school that were interested in pursuing a degree in accounting or finance in college. The experience looked good on their college applications, and we were able to get a lot of extra work done that nobody really had much time to do.
I interviewed Kristina myself, and she was easily the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, I nearly spilled water all over my desk when she walked into my office. She had long blonde hair, perfectly straight, and framed the beautiful features of her face, which were settling into a gorgeous smile. Her soft lips parted, revealing a perfect row of white teeth, and cheeks flushed a bit as I walked over to shake her hand. Kristina's big blue eyes flickered for a moment as she introduced herself, and I fought to restrain the little voice inside my head that suggested she liked what she saw. She was dressed in an expensive navy pantsuit, and beneath the jacket she wore a cream colored blouse with a plunging neckline.
I invited her to sit down, and as she did so, she unbuttoned the jacket. For the second time in two minutes, I nearly spilled the bottle of water I had been sipping from, as I sat down behind my desk. My eyes were drawn to her enormous breasts jutting proudly from beneath the confines of her blouse, which was impossibly stretched to its outer limits. Kristina had the deepest cleavage I had ever seen, and as beautiful as her smile was, I couldn't help but steal quick glances at her breasts throughout the interview.
We talked for nearly an hour, and I was delighted to discover that she was as smart, charming, and funny as she was beautiful. I hired her on the spot, and walked her out to the door.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Thomas. I won't disappoint you." She shook my hand, and her smile reappeared. My knees buckled, but I managed to maintain my composure.
"Please, you're making me feel old. My name is Kevin, you're free to call me that, unless it makes you feel uncomfortable."
"Ok, well, thank you, Kevin," she said, laughing softly. "I'll be here at 2:30 on Monday. I'll see you then?"
"Have a great weekend," I replied, watching her leave. I turned just in time to catch the remaining remnants of the smirk that had passed over my assistant Janet's face.
"What are you grinning at? Don't you have work to do?" I teased.
"Well, I knew you'd hire a gorgeous one eventually," she said.
"You were extremely professional," she said. "The entire time I was there, you never indicated that you were interested. I appreciate that very much."