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Just Let It Happen

By: _



I live in a fairly wealthy family.  We're not carefree by any means, but we don't have to worry.  And I'll admit it, people with money are strange sometimes.  My father is the vice-president of a company, and we live in a really nice neighborhood.  Our house is big but not lavish, but it's more than enough for the four of us, including my sister Sara, who is two years older than me.  She has long bleached hair, and a nice tanned, tight body.  And back to my point about people with money, we're a lot different than the other families around us.  We don't have dark family secrets, we don't lie to each other or squabble constantly.

In fact, we all get along really well.  My parents are very open with us, and my sister and I were unusually close.  Even after my parents gave me the sex talk, my sister told me all of the things they left out, like all of the positions and various activities people did during sex.  I always felt close to her, and she genuinely liked me.  Sometimes she would come in my room just to be around me, and we would listen to music or talk.

As I neared eighteen, Sara started joking around with me about sex.  Sometimes she would come into my room without knocking, to see if I was jerking off.  Stuff like that, she was just playing around.  Once I was eighteen, and I felt like I could do anything I wanted, I decided to pull that prank on her.

Our parents left for a business trip, and we would be alone for a whole week, and I knew that Sara would occasionally sneak boys up to her room.  I never really gave it another thought, I guess I just assumed she was having sex, and it wasn't a big deal.  I wasn't going to tell our parents, my sister and I trusted each other.

But one day, late in the afternoon, I waited until Sara had been in her room for a while, and I figured I would burst into her room.  So I snuck up the stairs to her bedroom and listened through the door.  To my delight, I heard distinct sexual sounds.  She must have been masturbating, I was so lucky!  I quickly opened the door.

Sara was on all fours on her bed, naked and facing me with her eyes closed, and to my surprise there was a skinny young man not much older than me slamming into her from behind.  I just froze, I had not expected to find Sara fucking someone in her room.  She opened her eyes when she heard me enter, but she didn't act embarrassed or angry.  She kind of smiled at me while I just stood there.  The guy stuffing her didn't let up, he looked questioningly at me, and then down at Sara.

"Who's this?" he asked casually.

Sara seemed to really be enjoying herself, and she was obviously approaching an orgasm.  Her face contorted a bit.

"My brother," she answered.

The guy kept slamming her, unaffected by my presence.  I just stared as he pumped into her, and after a few moments Sara squealed and gripped the bed tightly.  She lowered her face into the mattress and cried out into the sheets as she came.  The guy was not far behind, and he soon grunted and hunched over her as he shot deep inside of her.  After a minute of catching their breath, Sara looked up at me and smiled.

"Hey," she said.  "Don't just stand there, come over here."

I cautiously approached the bed.  The guy leaned back against the bed, and Sara sat up on her knees.  She pulled me over to her.

"You got quite the show," she said.

I didn't know what to say.  I felt weird with the guy who I didn't know laying naked next to me.  He probably felt the same way, although fucking my sister in front of me didn't seem to bother him, so he pulled the condom off his dick and got dressed and left quickly.

"He comes over once in a while," Sara said.

Sara didn't seem to mind being naked in front of me, in fact she was kind of touchy feely with me on her bed.

"Did you like what you saw?" she asked with a smile.

I looked her up and down.  "I like what I'm still seeing."

She leaned back on her elbows, giving me a great view of her body.

"Why don't you take your clothes off too?  Then we can be nudie buddies."

I shrugged and quickly stripped down.  I didn't feel shy at all, I wasn't worried that she wouldn't like seeing me naked or anything like that, I wasn't even embarrassed about my erection.  She smiled when she saw it, and reached out to touch it.  I was taken by surprise, and jumped.

She giggled.  "Does that feel good?"

I sighed.  "Oh yeah.  But, why are you doing that?"

Sara cocked her head.  "You don't like it?"

"No, I love it."

"Then just let it happen."

Those were the best words I'd ever heard in my life.  For the next few minutes, I had my first handjob.  Sara was an expert in the manipulation of male genitals.  She fondled and rubbed and caressed, I thought I would cum immediately.  She lovingly jacked me off, while I relaxed on the bed.  Finally, I came in her hands, and it was the most blissful feeling I had ever experienced.  She smiled up at me.

"Feel good?" she said cheerily.

I nodded.  "I'm a virgin," I blurted out.

She seemed surprised, and then she gave me a big smile.

"How about we take care of that?"

I couldn't believe what she was saying, did she really want to have sex with me?  She crawled on top of me and moved her hips over mine.  She lowered her face to mine and kissed me very sensually.  It was so erotic, and the thought of fucking my sister was really arousing.  So I let it happen, as she had suggested.

She rubbed her crotch against my dick, which was rock hard again.  She circled her hips around on me, and pressed her tits against my chest while she kissed.  She was really experienced, I could tell.  She sucked my tongue into her mouth and swirled it around, and I was too overwhelmed to do anything back.  She kept humping me and kissing me until she had her fill and then she raised her hips.

She moved my dick to her warm hole and I sunk right in.  She was really wet and I slid all the way in.  It felt so good filling her up, I came right away.  I was so embarrassed, I was worried she would be mad.  She just smiled and kissed me.

"It's okay," she said.  "It was your first time."

She squeezed me inside of her and started to ride me, and I was still hard.  It felt so good, and since I had cum twice already, I could really enjoy it without worrying about finishing too soon.  I squeezed her tits and played with them while she rode me.  She came after a few minutes, and it felt so good to have her climax around my dick.

Then she rolled over and I fucked her missionary.  I slid in and out of her hot pussy, which was full of my cum.  She had two more orgasms, and she loved it when we kissed.  We were both full of lust, we couldn't get enough of each others' bodies.  Finally I came with a deep groan inside of her.  She held me tightly against her as I released my cum inside her pussy.  I was exhausted, and we just laid there, still joined.

"Did it feel good?" she asked.

"It was fantastic," I sighed.

"Do you like how my pussy feels?" she asked.

"It was so warm and tight."

"You filled me so full of cum, I've never let a guy cum in me before."

I looked up at her.  "Really?  Why did you let me?"

"Because I love you, silly."

"Did you use...protection?"

She smiled.  "Don't worry about that.  Just relax, and we'll fuck again when you're ready."

After a few minutes, we fucked again, and I came inside of her.  I loved filling her up with my cum.  Afterwards, she gave me a nice long blowjob, and I came in her mouth.  I loved knowing that I lost my virginity with my sister.

Just Let it Happen Harry



THE SETTING is New Zealand, errors and grammar are copyright to the author.

*

CHAPTER 1

Bored stiff and facing another weekend home alone and not being asked to parties because it was known she was currently without a guy, Chelsea Rhodes was passing the reception desk late Friday when a tall guy in a blue shirt and yellow jeans for goodness sake was being turned away.

"As I said sir we don't hire executives here. Our agency is Executive Search International and here is their card."

Chelsea smothered a laugh. This guy must be joking. Dressed like that he should be asking building services if there was a vacancy for an interior window cleaner. He turned, she caught the appreciative stare in the almost emerald green eyes and her thighs appeared to spread slightly on their own accord.

Ohmigod.

She restarted her breathing and said recklessly, "Sir, I'm Miss Rhodes, director of operations. Would you care to join me for coffee and the meeting room over to my right where we can chat?"

Mr Green Eyes turned to the receptionist and snorted, "Is this usual?"

"No sir but you could do well by going with Miss Rhodes. She had a reputation for doing things differently."

Chelsea struck quickly. "Yes, and that scares off people, particularly men. Are you apprehensive about my approach, perhaps even scared of me Mr Green Eyes?"

He laughed and said anything but scared. "Are you available for dating?"

"Coffee Mr Green Eyes?"

He hesitated. That told Chelsea he was hooked. He was just getting used to a female using power play.

"Right, lead on Miss Rhodes -- I guess you have a first name?"

"It's Chelsea."

"Hi Chelsea, I'm Harry Chandler, just returned from England. "I worked in women's mail order apparel in Manchester."

"What, specializing in bras and panties?"

"Very droll Chelsea. The company was Sutherland House and I worked as director of business development."

Chelsea swung around to look at him. "Sunderland's is huge."

"Sales of £37.7 million last year through Sunderland House and its nine subsidiaries."

"Well we managed the equivalent of £1.5 million pounds."

"Even better in fact. My read is $NZ5.88 million in sales last year."

Chelsea smiled and said someone had done his homework. "Here we are, black. Milk is in fridge."

"Black thanks."

Chelsea poured two black coffees and forty minutes later was sitting in the chief executive's office with Harry. Paul Rich questioned Harry at length and then said, "Well, Harry please return here on Monday with your credentials and an outline of what you think you can do for this company. For the past two years we have talked about appointing a business development manager. Of course the offer of such a position starting from scratch would probably be an insult to you."

"Not necessarily. It would depend on the company's marketing objectives. I shall do what you ask. Do I report to you or Chelsea?"

"To Chelsea at 9:30. Our management meeting will have finished by then. Tell me Harry, you obviously appear to have studied our annual reports. What is one thing that strikes you about our company?"

"Your dispatch and returns facilities are in this building. That central core should be relocated close to the nearest container port and freight distribution network at the center of your market that certainly is not here in Auckland."

Paul and Chelsea exchanged glances "We have been battling with our board for two years to accept a strategic plan to rationalize our distribution network. Your arrival here may be opportune. The stubborn directors on our board may be prepared to listen to The Man From Manchester."

They laughed.

Outside Paul's office Chelsea said, "You impressed Paul greatly."

"And you?"

Chelsea's breathe caught.

"Or do you think my interest remains confirmed to bras and panties?

She blushed and dammit he caught some of that change in coloring as he raised his eyes after briefly running them over her bust line

He grinned and waited for her to say something.

She had nothing more to say but her mouth through some obscure connection with the sexual oriented part of her brain did. Her mouth blurted, "Are you predatory Mr Chandler?"

Harry reacted as if his brain had just been read: "Er, now that you mention it..."

"What Harry?"

"It's Friday night, let's go to a bra I mean bar."

Chelsea smiled and told him to wait in the main lobby; she would collect her handbag. She walked off in confusion and tried to work out had she just primed Harry Chandler to ask her out for a drink. The conclusion was she guessed that was triggered by her question about predatory. How on earth did that word get into their conversation? She knew the word, admittedly, but hadn't used it in conversation, ever.

As Chelsea walked from the elevator wearing her fashion-statement sunglass and carrying her fake zebra skin handbag Harry turned into her smoothly and took her free arm. She was aware the two women receptionists were staring and nudging each other. Gawd, rumors about Chelsea and her man in yellow jeans would be all over the office within minutes.

* * *

Milady Mail Order Ltd had operated since 1937, an unfortunate time to start a new business but by having to survive the harsh environment of the world war years and the five years of post-war recovery ensured the fledging company established the correct product lines for the time and focused on the importance of concentrating on core product to deliver. 

Ten years ago Chelsea's mother Ruby Rhodes, only child of the founders Ralph and Katie Stone, had updated the company on the urgings of her architect husband That radical step of changing a very familiar company name to Phone For Fashion Ltd resulted in a slump in trade that lasted for only a nervous two months before the associated brilliant marketing campaign began to bite. 

Women's talk about Phone For Fashion in coffee shops, hair salons, country general stores, bridge and women's golf clubs and company staff cafes expanded and sent company sales soaring. A year later Ruby Rhodes, the company's current chairman, won the Chamber of Commerce's national award of 'Businessman of the Year'. The award was then renamed 'Business Person of the Year' by the sponsoring organization that for very obvious reasons had operated for generations on the simple assumption that no woman would ever become a top dog in the business world.

Now chief executive Paul, Ruby's daughter Chelsea and the advertising and the marketing managers agreed that the company was in need of a makeover and it's over-bloated product lines slashed. But in their way stood the influential chairman, Ruby Rhodes. She argued the fundamentals were sound and the executives didn't have to worry the board about decisions to make slight adjustments to product lines or apply for permission to change emphasis on marketing although they must not be too radical.

Whenever executive directors brought a new makeover plan to the board, Ruby's comment was always the same: 'Don't change the car when its running smoothly and serves everyone well". The outside directors were handpicked by Ruby so guess what? The executive directors -- Paul and Chelsea and financial controller Belinda Charles -- would leave at the conclusion of the meeting once again with their revised recommend strategy for change destined for the trash can.

* * * 

At the bar Chelsea and Harry chatted like people do getting to know a little about each other and after two drinks she rose and went to leave.

Harry looked surprised and said goodbye and, "Er, do I get a kiss."

"Please yourself."

They kissed and Chelsea gave him her card at told him coffee would be ready for him in her office on Monday at 9:30. She then left without looking back, hoping the abruptness of her departure would trigger his sex drive.

But no, he didn't come running after her and that perhaps raised questions about his sexuality.

She was almost at her apartment when he called.

"We forgot to go to dinner."

Her heart upped its beat. "Oh did we now?"

"Yes."

Well, where was this getting them? She made the move. "Here's my address."

"Got it, and...?"

"Bring over some take-outs. Make mine for a woman on a healthy diet."

"Fatty steak, onions and potato burger?"

She laughed and cut his call.

Chelsea changed into a black cat suit, looked in the mirror and said, "Oh God' and lowered the top and put on a bra. She then had second thoughts of looking like a female provocateur so changed into the clothes she had been wearing.

Almost dropping off to sleep after watching an hour's chat show, Chelsea raced to check herself in the mirror before answering the door.

"Sorry I'm so later, but good cooking takes time."

They kissed, lightly. He hadn't changed either.

Harry got down dinner plates from the cupboard without having to ask what cupboard as she opened the bottle of white wine he'd given her. He saw her bemused expression and smiled when he explained, "My mom also keeps the heavier daily-use tableware on the closet cupboard above the side right of the dishwasher."

He unloaded the containers wrapped in foil and with tags in beautiful handwriting. She wondered where had he found a take-out bar of this standard and handed Harry his wine.

"My hotel kitchen did this for me. This is your grilled chicken and pressure steamed carrots, broccoli and peas and a salad and this is low-cal dressing. I have steak, fries and peas and for desert we have fresh fruit salad with low-fat yogurt." 

"Oh your darling man," Chelsea said, and finding him with his wineglass in one hand and her container of steamed vegetables in his other hand, placed her hands around his neck, pressed up against him until his belt buckle pressed into her gut and kissed him slowly and thoroughly.

"Wow."

"Time to eat," she giggled and flushed because he stood still, 'ruminating'.

Harry left a couple of hours later but the only other kiss was at the door. Chelsea had considered putting on a porn DV and wait for him to do the rest but decided, reluctantly, that was not the way to begin a relationship that quite possibly might last a month, perhaps longer. So she called her mom and yes she could join her and her father tomorrow for lunch. It would be on the launch and yes could bring a guest.

Harry had been in the position to follow the conversation so said, "It appears we have a formal date planned if I am to be the guest?"

"Yes, out in the harbor. As you know New Zealand has some of the finest pleasure boating waters in the world. I'll fill you in. My late grandparents co-founded the company and their only child, my mother, is chairman of the board. I'd like her to look you over outside the boardroom so please don't seduce me on the boat in front of her. I'm sure Paul will hire you because you fill a need."

"Seduce you...may I seduce you?"

"I was being factious Harry, over-exaggerating the suggestion you should do nothing but impress my mother. This is a way of entertaining you and dropping you gently in front of my mother so that when you face the procrastinating bitch in the boardroom..."

Horrified, Harry pointed out Chelsea had just called her mother a bitch.

"My relationship with my mother domestically and at our workplace Harry are the same as chalk and cheese. Get it?"

"When it comes to company business you see your mother as being obstructive?"

"Very good Harry. We should just hire you for your brain."

Looking slightly confused, Harry nodded as if it added up. "And Paul thinks similarly?"

"Even more so. He fattens his salary with bonus performance payments and he thinks a modernizing restructuring will release a new flood of cash in our direction from consumers. I agree with that thinking, totally."

"You have commissioned a marketing study?"

"We have failed to win board approval for that."

"Oh dear."

"Thank you Harry."

Well, thought Chelsea, closing the door behind her departing guest. She knew she really liked Harry and he could be a huge asset to the business. Also he could seduce her as soon as he wished and as often as he liked. Oh, within reason.

Parents Ruby and Charles sipping coffee on the aft deck of the flybridge watched their daughter approaching.

"It's a guy," Charles said, squinting to see who was with Chelsea. "A taller guy at last."

As the pair approached closer Ruby waved and said dryly, "He might not be a sex toy for Chelsea -- he's wearing a purple shirt, green pants and orange boat shoes."

"You mean gay?"

"I refrained from making a sexist comment darling."

Charles grinned and said clever bitch, she'd made him think she'd said it.

The greetings were friendly and Harry took the smile from Ruby's face when asking him what was his career, he replied he was unemployed.

"Don't worry mom. He's just arrived back in the country after spending six years working in northern England."

"Not London?"

"No Mrs Rhodes."

"We're friends here. Please call my Ruby and the father is Charles."

"Not the husband?"

"Father and husband," she smiled.

They were cruising at 20 knots out in the gulf when Charles cut back to eight knots when Ruby called lunch was ready. It was served on a foldaway table on the flybridge with folding chairs being lifted from a deep locker. Charles remained seated at the helm but was able to join conversation.

Eying that impressive array of cold food on the table, Harry complimented the chef. Ruby smiled and asked what was his home town."

"Tauranga."

Ruby smiled and said it was a great place. "It's near Hamilton where my executives once thought it might be more efficient to relocate our entire company operations there. What do you think of that?

"What does the marketing study say?"

Harry jumped as he felt Chelsea's foot slide up and down his leg while she eyed her mother.

"We haven't commissioned such a study yet."

"Well, like Charles here, if you are the captain of your ship you must steer the right course."

"Who said I was the captain?"

"You did say my company." The foot stoked his leg again.

"Oh yes, so I did."

That provided the perfect opportunity for Harry to press forward. "Also Chelsea had told me you were chairman of Phone for Fashion. It is quite likely your company will hire me this coming week. I'm here today so we see the softer side of each other before I begin pressuring you what to do with your company."

Before he'd finish, Harry had felt Chelsea's foot pull abruptly from his ankle and she looked across at him darkly. Her mother had now put down her glass and was asking her daughter, "What is this darling?"

"Torpedo has stuck amidships and the captain is about to counter-attack but is it too late?" Charles laughed. 

"Stop being childish Charles," Ruby said, not amused.

"It's something you ought to be familiar with mother as you would have used some sort of tactical maneuver when you went in against grandma determined to restructure the company. It's just that Harry has jumped in a little premature. He'd not undergone the recruitment process yet."

"I see. Well for your information young lady, back then the company had long been stuck in a rut, going nowhere."

"I understand that mother and Paul and I can see that's exactly where the company is today, going nowhere."

"How dare you."

"Had grandma still been alive twelve years ago she may have used those exact words to her mother in this same situation."

"Harry fill the glasses of the ladies," called Charles, an expert in commercial law. "I don't want our ladies getting too heated."

Opening another bottle of the very smooth wine from the Nelson region, Harry filled everyone's glass. When he sat down, the upset chairman turned her attention to him.

"Are you some sort of business guru Harry?"

"No, just an executive who cast himself off from Clarence House to return home for a new chapter in his life."

"You mean Manchester-based Clarence House?"

"Yes."

"Well, well. At last I have clear vision what this is about. Either Paul or my daughter head-hunted you."

"No, I walked into the offices yesterday looking for a job."

"We hire executive staff through our agency."

"So I learned but a very beautiful and enterprising young woman called Chelsea Rhodes had overheard that conversations, looked unbelievably at me dressed in a blue polo and bright yellow jeans apparently thought my audacity at attempting to become an executive in the company was worth hearing about, so she took me aside for coffee and within the hour later she was introducing me to your chief executive who apparently didn't believe he was wasting his time."

"I see. And precisely what was your title with Clarence House?"

"Director of new business development."

"Ohmigod."

"Ruby, may I suggest we get back to enjoy light conversation and ripping good boating. This is indeed luxury class. I say this because today I am still unemployed and may also be unemployed by the end of next week."

"Not if I can help it."

"Ruby, please. You know hiring and firing is outside your professional jurisdiction. Please give me a fair good and leave me to Paul and his manager of HR to assess my submissions to make my case for being hired. I'd like the decision to be made professionally without any political pressure."

"Very well. Do you have any other surprises for me?"

"Only one."

Charles and Chelsea leaned forward as did Ruby. You went through school and university with my mother, Shelia Wells."

"Ohmigod, one of my best friends. When you said had been reared in Tauranga I thought of asking you if you knew her. We've lost touch -- so she's Shelia Chandler these days?"

"Yes, runs her own accountancy firm and is a leading business adviser and often is appointed to Government committees."

Chelsea's foot was back to running up and down Harry's leg and that touching was now activating him sexually. Presumably that was her plan.

"Come and allow me to hug you dear young man. I wish to apologize for being a little bitchy with you."

"Only if you listen to my plea. It's now doubly important that you don't interfere with my appointment and don't treat me as special nor my ideas if I am appointed to your company."

"I've already given you my assurance I will remain aloof from your employment negotiations and as if thinking I'll be a soft touch in business matters, just ask Chelsea. I become a hard-nosed bitch at work, it's my altered-ego inherited from my mother. She was just the same."

"In that case Ruby, here comes the hug.

CHAPTER 2

After the launch docked Chelsea said to Harry as they walked to her apartment: "You put both feet in the fire and yet came out unscathed. That's remarkable. Come in and I'll put on an adult DVD and let's see where that takes us."

Harry said no but the way in which he did it charmed Chelsea. "No sweet lady; two fires in the one day would be too much for me. I like you and sense I'm going to like you a lot more but let's put your fascinating invitation ahead of us. I suggest the evening of the day I'm appointed, that's if I am appointed."

"Yes, that would be perfect. Oh, I trust mom to keep her word. All she will do is to call the head of our employment agent and tell her to call Paul without saying why, only that she's heard he is considering employing an executive without her firm being involved and pointing out that would be a breach of contract. Paul being Paul will react appropriately and invited Lillian to his office for the first interview at 9:45 Monday."

"Your mother is sneaky but that's prudent management."

"Good boy," she said kissing him goodbye without being too gross about it.

Chelsea attended only the preliminary meeting on Monday and not the recruitment interviews. On Wednesday morning Paul called her in to his office and resting his fingers together said solemnly, "He's checked out from Clarence House as being their loss of the decade and there was a huge upset when he handed in his resignation because whether he knew it or not he was chief executive designate."




Just Let it Happen Harry



"Ohmigod...um, he'd too bright not to have know that."

"That's exactly my thinking. Lillian and I agree he should be offered a position and this is why I've called you in. He is a terrific negotiator."

"So will be appointed above me?"

"Yes, on a salary $20,000 more than you earn, limo and business class travel when he feels it's justified. Like you he doesn't want a car and his title is director of business development. I'll recommend to the board he be made an executive director with a seat on the board."

"That's fine," Chelsea said, swallowing and having trouble looking at Paul.

"There's more, " Paul said. "The proposed announcement in the absent of any objections from you is that Harry's more senior title will be deputy chief executive, which requires board approval. Are you okay with that?"

"Yes," Chelsea said, her voice almost failing here.

"Good girl. At that point in negotiations I had to call your mother and she confirmed our thinking."

Paul paused until Chelsea was forced to ask, "And what was that?"

"As you will be appointed by your mother as her successor when she retires, no matter what position you hold, it is best that we look seriously at grooming Harry to be my successor."

Chelsea, her color returning, said: "I always was designated to be my mother's successor, wasn't I?"

"Until yesterday, no. At least not necessarily. We forced the issue and your mother is now satisfied you have advanced so much that you are probably a better fit as chairman than she is. She authorized me to tell you that."

"Ohmigod."

"Then, what are your objections, if any, to the terms and conditions of the appointment of Harry as I have outlined?"

"None, absolutely none. I must say you've led me into this very well Paul."

"Thank you. I have invited your mother and now you to attend the signing of the contract in the boardroom at 4:00 today with Lillian and Elizabeth from HR also attending. A photograph will be taken for the business media and for our annual report. Well then, let me buy your lunch. We have other matters to discuss."

Chelsea said, "Thank you. I suppose I'm required to move out of my premium office?"

"No, initially Harry wants an office in with sales and marketing and then shift to the warehouse operation to study what is being done and how it is done and then talk to us about shifting the product activities to Tauranga. He says it doesn't matter where top management, admin and sales and marketing are located and the board could meet on the moon and still be effective, not that that would be efficient."

"Tauranga -- why Tauranga? Because Harry grew up there and his parents and two sisters live there?"

"Harry completely floored me. Our sales-based studies had shown Palmerston North is our marketing center. But Harry produced a far more complex computer study that he'd done based on customer location, volume of sales per customer, population spread, population growth projections, densities of $-sales per customer and location of customers who have not purchased from us during the past twelve months. He possessed the software for processing a much more complex analysis and consulted with Dave in IT with my permission. The data was fed in and out came the defining line geographically of our recent past, current and future sales in dollar-value. The line cut across the North Island five miles north of Tauranga, a major shipping and land transportation hub. Game over. Harry used data we've never considered and his far more refined version shows the parallel line indicating our market center is a lot farther north that what we had calculated."

"Ohmigod, what was mom's reaction?"

"Amazingly simply really. She said that was really interesting strategic information and hurry Harry along with his recommendations."

"Mother said that?"

"Yes, she accepts we are acquiring a business authority of some magnitude in our market sector that it likely to project us forward with progressive momentum."

* * *

Harry went home with Chelsea after dinning at a restaurant with her parents and Paul and his wife Angela. Chelsea made coffee and seating Harry in front of TV put on an adult DVD and hitching up the skirt of her tight back dress draped her long legs over Harry's and lay back into the corner of the sofa, looking very relaxed although expectant.

"Are we to have sex," he smiled. When she said it was over to him Harry reached out and took Chelsea's hand and said he'd never watched a sex movie with a woman before so she better be ready to defend herself.

Chelsea giggled and the stage was set.

"God like at the size of that women's nipples," Harry said, as the woman on-screen slowing lowered herself on to the object waiting for attention.

"Mine are quite large when aroused," Chelsea said, the invitation implied.

Harry fiddled around her ankles over the silk stockings and that began making Chelsea's legs twitch. Eventually his hands slid along the nylon to her knees and her breathing halted momentarily and slowly her legs parted. Harry's hand continued until he reached the pad of flesh on her leg above the top of the hold-ups. After a little play around there and brushing fingers over her already moistened crotch, Harry lifted Chelsea's legs and slid from beneath them. He leaned over Chelsea and they slipped into a very long kiss, Chelsea draping her arms around him.

Finally Harry pulled free and reaching both hand under the tight skirt gripped the panties at the hips and with cooperative timing Chelsea lifted her hips and groaned when watching Harry sniffing the panties he'd removed. She lifted her inside leg on to the back on the sofa giving Harry full access to a neatly trimmed and wet pussy. As Harry's tongue slipped into her and two fingers pushed in under it, Chelsea turned to watch the woman on-screen, holding her legs very wide, scream into orgasm as the muscular guy pounded her like a jack-hammer.

Chelsea felt drained when slipping back on to the sofa after Harry delivered on one of the best Doggy's she'd ever had. He'd proved thick enough to give her the feeling he was just the right size for her and he'd talked with her throughout instead of remaining mute on auto as most other men to have know her carnally had tended to do. She lay against him on the sofa and he said, "You have great tits." 

"I'm falling in love with Mr Chubby she cooed, taking the still almost stiff penis in her hand. It was sticky with their juices but she didn't mind and was in no hurry to clean up. Leave a man too early and he'd only want to eat or watch TV.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes and I have to admit that filthy film was a good way to get started."

"Yeah. I switched it off before the two young men attempted to butt-penetrate the whore together."

"God, how disgusting. She'd sound like an ocean liner leaving port when she passed wind."

Chelsea shrieked with laughter and had to slam a hand over her mouth to choke on the laugh in case it sounded whorish.

She swept her hair back. "Would you like to stay the night?"

"You mean to start a relationship?"

Chelsea didn't hesitate. "Yes, why not and why don't you move in with me?"

Harry took time to answer. "Please allow me decided about that last invitation tomorrow when my feeling of starry-eyed passion has died."

"Oooh. Am I to get more?" Chelsea laughed hopefully.

Next morning over breakfast, staring at Chelsea looking so beautiful after her shower and wearing a silk gown and only lipstick for make up, Harry who was wearing only his briefs said, "When do you suggest I move in?"

"This Saturday would be fine. I need to make room for you."

"It will only be temporarily."

"Oh."

"Don't look disappointed darling. Tomorrow I intend visiting that elderly couple that have the penthouse on top of the building we occupy. They look as it they might suit retirement village life. We'll have to see. I first have to find if they are interested in moving. My understanding is they operated a small special publications business from there, employing half a dozen staff, but the business folded a couple of years ago."

"And you want to live up there, on top of our business?"

"Yes, don't you?"

"I guess I could be convinced."

"We could have a modern apartment with an office each and with the building only seven years' old, it would have sufficient design strength to support a rooftop swimming pool. The company could buy the entire floor and develop the apartment and pool to our specifications and we'd lease that facility."

"I am interested, and if we can't budge mom we'll develop it ourselves."

"Right." 

Chelsea asked something she'd been thinking about. "You aim to expand the company's depth of mail order activities, don't you?"

"Yes, something is turning over in my mind; I'll let you know when it gels. We could require the remainder of this building for administration."

Chelsea said that sounded interesting. "I sense that is not all the story."

Harry laughed and said, "Fucking women's intuition."

"Come on, out with it," she said, snapping the elastic on his briefs. 

He looked at her deeply.

"Oh god -- you can't, not so soon. You scarcely know me."

"Something happened to me when I was at reception and you turned your pretty face in my direction. You intervened and took a chance and gave me coffee and then liked enough about what I said to commit and take me to see Paul."

"Yes, I did that. I seemed to sense something."

Harry smiled and took both her hands. "I had decided to return home to find someone to marry Chelsea and this has rather raced away on me. But I think you know what is going to happen, sooner rather than later, don't you?"

"Don't rush it Harry, just let's feel our way. But you can expect Miss Rhodes to say yes when she is asked. Just let it happen Harry."

THE END