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I Call Her Amy

By: Nakod Apa



CHAPTER ONE

The morning rush hour was past but still the traffic flowing from airport to town that Friday remained heavy. Not that our slow, stop-go-stop progress bothered me unduly since I was already late. However Paul Strafford, the corporation's Personnel Manager ("Vice-President for Human Resources" in new-speak) kept interrupting our conversation to complain bitterly over every minor delay.

It was, perhaps, a measure of their board's desperate need for my expertise that he had himself come to meet me off the aircraft; or perhaps he felt his personal intervention could somehow recover the two days I had lost being stranded by the air traffic controller's strike. 

He sat beside me in the back of the corporation limousine - an overweight businessman with sandy hair and surprised eyebrows, soberly dressed in a dark grey suit with matching waistcoat and turn-ups on the trousers. A total contrast to my black cargo pants; beige, long sleeve knitted shirt, and brown, soft leather jacket - I've learned to dress for comfort when travelling.

'How long do you expect to take?' He asked.

'You can never be sure,' I said. 'It depends what I find. I had hoped to finish the initial survey by the weekend after next, but with this additional delay I guess it'll now be about the end of the month.'

'And how soon after that can we expect the rescue plan?'

'Not long. In these matters time is vital.'

He grimaced. 'Don't we know it. Much longer and the shareholders will start hearing rumbles. . . . Incidently, I've arranged for you to have the use of one of the apartments we keep for visiting VIPs. It'll give you greater freedom to plan your schedule.' 

'Sure.' 

In the circumstances I'd have thought that I rated VIP status. Perhaps I did and he couldn't express himself well. 

'I expect you'll want to lunch in the director's dining room and eat out for your other meals, though there is a kitchen in the apartment and the housekeeper will stock the fridge for you - if you tell her what you want. Alternately we have a cook on call if you wish to entertain anyone.'

'Humph.'

'Talking of entertaining, if you feel the need for female company of an evening it can be arranged. Just let me know your preferences, I'm sure I can find a satisfactory lay for you on our list. Indeed there are several I can personally recommend.'

I was surprised. Not by the offer, that was pretty standard for an important client or consultant to big business, but by the admission that Strafford himself carried out quality checks on the girls they retained. I'd had him pegged as a Grundyite who accepted the propriety of a frigid spouse dutifully allowing him to penetrate her once a week; the result being the standard two point four offspring. It seemed I had underestimated him; that he was a closet libertine.

I was tempted, especially since I'd been pretty celibate for a while now, it being ages since I met a woman I really fancied. Maybe I was just getting older but I'd come to find that no matter how conventionally attractive a woman was, nor how well endowed - often the same thing - in itself that just wasn't enough; there had to be something else, something in her personality that clicked. I wanted to feel not only lust but also affection; this I was unlikely to do for a professional lay, so I decided to refuse.

'Thank you for the offer Paul, but these days I've become rather particular. I prefer to pick them myself. Perhaps later.'

'Up to you. Maybe you'll see something that suits you round the offices. If so, let me know. Assuming she's on the permanent staff then there's a good chance I'll be able to persude her to put out for you.'

I rather doubted that would happen, which just goes to show that even the most perspicacious of us can be wrong because it was barely a couple of hours later that I found Amy.

Strafford was giving me a brief familiarisation tour of the administrative department when I noticed this winsom pixie with oversize spectacles, black slacks, a white blouse that had the top three buttons open and a spiky hairdo that said more about domestic economies than a stylists craft. 

She was standing bent over a desk, the effects of gravity giving any casual observer - me - a great cleavage display. I could see she was gloriously endowed, and her thighs good and slim as well, but it was a tingling and stirring of my cock that told me she possessed that rare something extra that I hadn't found for many a month. 

She looked up, thoughtfully regarded me, then caught my eye and gave an impish grin. She had me hooked, though I might still wriggle off, since too often I have found a poor voice can subvert the finest shape.

Leaving Strafford discussing a point with the office manager I moved toward her and asked what she was doing, but paid little heed to the words of her answer; it was the soft, southern lilt that captivated me, together with the way her eyes locked onto mine. This was a hook I had no wish to escape from. 

When I rejoined the other two the office manager looked at me and smiled, 'I see you've already noticed our main distraction.' 

Quickly I dissembled to cover my interest. 'Sure, that's part of why I'm here, to check for anything that detracts from your operating efficiency.'

His grin said he'd heard that one before. 'Well checking her's as far as you'll get. We've all tried to get in her panties but she just ignores us.'

'Does she now.' 

You can't succeed if you never try, so I turned to Strafford. 'Reference our discussion in the car, I was wrong. She could be just the one I'm looking for.'

'Like them young and skinny, do you?' 

Young, yes - what man does not like them fresh and nubile - but not skinny. To me she was slim or slender, but then I've never been one for broad hips and fat arses. 'Yes, but well presented,' I told him, diplomatically.

'I didn't think it would be very long before you found one to suit. I'll look into it for you when I get back to my office.' He was cynical. 

'If you would,' I returned to the task in hand hopeful of an interesting evening. 

CHAPTER TWO

Toward the end of the afternoon I returned to the apartment I had been allocated to find that a note from Strafford had been slipped under the door. It reported that the girl's name was Adeke Stark and that she was not a permanent employee but a holiday substitute working through the summer to earn enough to fund her studies at university. Stafford wrote that he would suggest she might find it profitable to share my solitary leisure time though, as she was only a temporary employee, he was unable apply much pressure and so couldn't guarantee that she would be willing. 

I hoped she would. Maybe it was only the change of scenery, but for once I felt I had found a woman I wanted. Not that there was much I could do until I heard from him, so I set about unpacking my cases and getting organised for the three weeks or so I anticipated my survey would take.

The door bell rang. It was the girl. 

Standing there, head slightly bowed she said nothing. Neither did I. 

Dressed now in white shorts and a green cropped top that contrasted nicely with her auburn hair she was taller than I remembered - a mere three inches or so less than my five foot ten. She wore a light, gold, slave chain around the right ankle of her long slender legs. A forecast, I hoped, of our forthcoming relationship. 

I gestured her into the apartment and directed her to the lounge. Following behind I savoured the tight arse below the narrow waist. Then, as she tentatively lowered herself onto the couch, I slipped to the small kitchen and collected a bottle of Chardonney. Pouring two large glasses I gave her one. 

To one side was a recliner and footstool. Pushing the stool close in front of the couch, I sat and, for several silent minutes, studied my quarry. 

The merry smile and mischievious twinkle in her eyes had disappeared, yet still she remained exceedingly desirable. It wasn't just the large hazel eyes behind the glasses or her pouty, kissable, bee-stung lips. There was an elegance about the way she held herself; proud of her slender body and young edible boobs. There was an intelligence in her eyes and something more, something I couldn't define, that made me want not just her body but also her company. 

Under my silent gaze she appeared nervous - almost fearful, with an aura of vulnerability that stirred me to protect and care for her.

'Mr Strafford explained what you are to do?' I said at last.

Timorously she looked down, hiding her eyes. Her voice was low. 'I'm to be your woman, to please and entertain you.'

'You don't sound over-enthusiastic.'

'I'll do whatever you want.'

I took a sip of wine. 'So, what did he offer to persuade you?'

She stirred uneasily. 'He promised that if I pleased you the corporation would sponsor my studies until I graduate. I would have no more money problems.'

'And if you said no?'

'He would dismiss me and make sure I never work again in this town.'

'I see he hasn't left you much of an alternative but to agree. We'll have to make sure that when I leave I can give him a good account of your willingness and competence.'

'Oh! I hope so. Please, sir.'

'Not sir, Alec. And I'll call you Adeke. . . no, that won't do. I can't see me gasping Adeke! Adeke! Adeke! as I come. I think I'll just call you Amy.'

'If you say so . . . Alec.'

'Right then, just remember you do whatever I tell you.'

Apprehension turned her mouth down. I hurried to reasure her. 'It'll be all right. I'm not an ogre, nor am I particularly kinky, and I want you to enjoy your time with me. Now, how often do you sleep with your boyfriend?'

She jumped slightly. 'I . . .I don't.'

'You've got a boyfriend?'

'Not a regular one.'

'And you've never put out for one?'

'N . . never.'

'It sounds as if you could still be a virgin. Are you?'

She blushed and studied her hands. 'Yes.'

'No problem - it could even be an advantage.' This was a real slice of luck since it meant that safe sex was not an issue and I wouldn't need to bother with condoms.

She said nothing for a moment. Then, 'I'll try to please you.'

'Of course you will. . . . . '

Leaning forward I rested my hands on her knees. Her flesh was smooth and warm as I slowly eased them apart then reached in and stroked the soft inside of her thighs - from her knees, up the legs of her shorts to the constricting fabric of her panties, and back again. 

She said nothing. Anxious, yet also diffident she continued to avoid looking directly at my eyes. 

'Don't be afraid. What could be more natural than a man and woman giving each other pleasure. If we take the trouble to get it right we'll both delight in the other.'

As she glanced up to see if I meant what I said I moved to sit beside her on the couch. Gently I put my arms around her and pulled her close. Momentarily she stiffened then realised she'd made her choice when she rang my door bell. She relaxed and nestled into my arms like a small furry animal. Her face was soft under my lips, her breath sweet when I found her mouth. 

I smiled at her. 'We've plenty of time. There's no rush. Anyway I've still got a trace of jet-lag. So I feel a quiet, stay-at-home evening would be best to start with. It would give us a chance to get acquainted. What do you think?'

'If you say so.'

'That's agreed then. . . . Now, I was about to have a shower. . . and also a shave if I'm not to scratch your fair flesh with my bristles. So why don't you go and get under the water while I scrape my face, then I'll join you and we can spend some time discovering what each of us has to delight the other. After that we can eat and explore our minds, see what we have in common.'

One last caress and I rose and took her hands. Hesitantly she let me pull her to her feet. Suddenly I was hit by a bolt of desire - I couldn't wait. I wanted her now. 

'Hold on a moment,' I said. 'On second thoughts, before you rush off with such wild enthusiasm let me unwrap you, see what you've brought for my pleasure.' 

She wavered. Again I sensed a slight reluctance, an apprehension in her. Why? 

I moved close and carefully removed her glasses, placing them on the coffee table. 'Do you really need these?'

'For detail work,' she said, softly.

Why do glasses give a woman an air of vulnerability? Is it because it suggests a slight blemish? All the more enamouring since we find it difficult to live up to total perfection. 

'I think I prefer you without.' I said, cupping her cheek with my palm. 'You really are beautiful.' I leaned forward to press my lips gently on her eyes. Instead her face tilted up and our mouths met in a slow kiss. Her lips were warm and her body soft under my touch.

My breathing wavered slightly, my hands caressing her shoulders were unsteady - I seemed to feel a myriad of small feet, insects, scurrying across my back. Who was this woman, this girl I had only just met, and what was she doing to me. 

When we broke apart her eyes looked deep into mine as my fingers moved of their own accord; found the bottom of her crop-top and leisurely drew it up and over her head revealing a simple white cotton bra - so mundane, yet on her so sexy. Reaching round I unfastened the catch and slid it down and away allowing her entrancing young breasts to billow proudly from her slender form. Shyly she crossed her arms over their bare mounds until, leaving her top and bra to fall unheeded to the carpet, I gently took her wrists and pulled her arms wide.

Over the years I have been lucky enough to sample many a delectable boob, but never before has a pair promised such delight - their full, convex lower curves rising sharply to meet concave upper slopes at long, dark, sky searching nipples set in wide brown areoles.

I cupped each full, soft mound, my thumbs stroking their neat points. She sighed and demurely lowered her head. For several minutes we just stood, all my feelings and senses concentrated on the joyous weight in my palms. Finally I dropped my lips to a nipple and tasted her. She gave a quiet moan and held my head in her hands as first my tongue toyed, and then my lips sucked, her bud.

My free hand caressed the satin skin of her belly, found the waistband of her shorts and unzipped them. A slight nudge of her flaring hips and the cloth floated down to her feet. Her panties were also plain white cotton, matching her bra - almost passion killers. They would have to go. Leaving her tits for a moment I knelt in front of her, gripped the offending fabric at the sides, and in one quick jerk dragged it down to the floor. Her lush pussy hair was a slightly darker chestnut than that of her head.  

I looked up into her face. She was gripping her lower lip between her teeth; a solitary tear stained her cheek. 

'Why so glum?' I asked. 'You grow more and more desireable by the moment.' I stroked her bush, 'But this needs trimming. I just hate to have hairs caught between my teeth.'

Lifting first her right foot then the left, I pulled the shorts and briefs from around her ankles to leave her standing before me, legs apart and naked except for the gold slave chain. 

Seeing her so vulnerable my desire was unbridled. Her flesh was so soft and smooth I couldn't resist caressing her - but gently, oh so gently and delicately, as if she was a doll that would break in my hands. I let my finger tips glide up the inside of her lithesome thighs, barely touching, just hinting at the holding and caressing to come. I felt an overwhelming need to possess this lovely young thing, to make her total mine, to start a new life within her.

She seemed uncomfortable, timid and - yes - somewhat apprehensive under my lustful observation, possibly at the contrast between my fully clothed form and her nudity. 

Reaching for her pristine pussy my fingers spread her open, explored her, teased her clit. Then I pushed a middle finger up inside, pumped it in and out, giving a taste of what she would feel when I took her. She moaned and flushed.

Soon she was wet so, withdrawing my fingers, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom where, sweeping the sheets and blankets to the floor, I laid her reverently in the middle of the bed.

Lost in a sea of joyous emotion I struggled to keep her needs formost in my mind - I must be gentle, I must not hurt her, she must enjoy losing her virginity as much as I was going to enjoy taking it. But I was ethralled by her beauty. I wanted her. I needed her. Now! 

She lay quiet, resigned, a picture of vulnerability as she waited for me to deflower her. I stepped back and tore off my shirt, my shoes and socks, my trousers and underpants. At last I was naked, filled with a primitive desire to possess and own this enthralling, willing creature. Stepping to the bed I saw she was looking at me with a mixture of expectation and shyness. 

I lowered myself onto her. Then, taking her by the arms, I pulled her tight, those firm breasts pressing into my chest. Ravenously my lips claimed her mouth which parted under my probing tongue as if she were hungry for my kisses.

Putting my hands beside her shoulders I raised myself to free her beautiful boobs, then spread soft kisses down her throat, across her shoulders and onto her mounds. We both moaned as my circling tongue found her nipples, prompting them to peak. She was giving herself to me, surrendering to the force of my lust.

My staff rock hard against her fresh young crevice, she instinctively spread her legs wider, raising her knees alongside my hips, freely offering her maidenhead to my impatient manhood. As I made a tentative first entry she locked her feet behind me offering me admission. 

With one swift thrust I pushed as hard and as deep as I could, filling her all at once. She gasped as I broke her hymen. Her nails dug into my shoulders as I stretched unused muscles to their limit. Raising her hips she clamped herself tightly around my shaft, taking me deeper. 

Smoothly I ploughed in and out, tilling her nubile body, rejoicing in the soft, throaty moans as she tightened her arms. Closer and closer she approached her climax, until suddenly her first orgasm took her with an overpowering blast. 

As I continued driving into her pristine cunni she forced her nails still deeper into my shoulders. She arched up to me, wanting me to ride her faster and harder, saping my will to hold back. I was beyond gentleness, I had lost the battle for control; my body was tingling with delight. Hoarsely I cried her name - 'Amy! Amy! Amy!'

I felt a strength, a power, a desire to crush her to me and possess her very soul. My animal appetite gripping me and with one final, mighty thrust my seed erupted into her clutching cavity.

Emotionally exhausted, never wishing to leave, I collapsed onto her chest, breathing hard, my temporary madness slowly ebbing. I hadn't taken a woman so fervently since the early days of my now defunct marriage.

'Please, you're heavy,' she said. 

I rolled to one side. 'Sorry, I forgot.' Mentally I castigated myself for my selfishness. 'Did I hurt you? I got somewhat carried away.'

She started to relax, her body soft against my side. As she laid her head on my shoulder my hands left her waist and I wrapped my arms about her.

'Just a little. But it was worth it. I never thought it would be like that,' she said.

'Now you know why I said there was nothing to be afraid of.'

'Oh, yes, I wanted to believe you. I know it was silly but being the first time I was just a bit frightened.'

'It's never silly to fear the unknown.'

She sighed and settled closer to me. 'But did I please you? I know I wasn't very good - you deserve better. I so want to please you. Show me how.' That note of apprehension was back in her voice.


I Call Her Amy



All at once I realised it wasn't the act that had frightened her; it was her inexperience. She was scared she wouldn't be able to satisfy me, wouldn't prove good enough for me.

'Don't worry, I'll give you a good report. Anyway if there's any problem I'll finance your studies through my firm.'

'It's not the money. To hell with the money.' She was crying, tears streaming down her cheeks. 'It's you. Did I make you happy? Please say you'll let me stay?'

What was this? She wanted to please me, but not for the sake of the money. Was she saying she cared about me? But she didn't know me, we'd barely met. I felt I must be old enough to be her father.

'Let you stay? Just you try and leave. You are mine for the foreseeable future.'

'Thank you, thank you.'

She was thanking me! 

I put the thought to one side and rubbed my chin. I really did need a shower and shave. Climbing out of bed I strode toward the bathroom. 

'Somehow I missed out on that shower. Why don't you come and join me?' I called.

I had my face lathered up and the razor poised when the phone rang. Naked I stumbled to the lounge and picked up the receiver. It was Strafford.

'Did the girl appear?' He asked.

'Sure, did you have any doubts?'

'Well, I got the impression that neither the carrot nor the stick had any great meaning for her - that she would do what suited her.'

'No, it's fine.' Somehow the less I said the better - at least until I'd sorted out my confused feelings toward Amy. I felt like a puppet dancing to some master's command, yet able to stand aside and watch, knowing everything I did was exactly right and as it should be.

'Look, being as how it's Friday you're not going to get any work done for the next two days,' he said.

'Yes.'

'Well, the company owns a cabin up country. Rather remote, but on the edge of a small lake. Why don't you take the girl up there and chill out?'

'How far,' I asked.

'Hour-and-a-half, maybe two hours, drive.'

I thought quickly. What was the alternative? Not much, unless I took Amy clubbing - which really was not my scene any more. I had decreed a quiet evening but somehow it no longer appealed. 'Thanks,' I said. 'But what about wheels?'

'I'll have someone stop by with a company car, the keys to the cabin and a map. Say ten minutes.'

'I'll be ready.'

He rang off and I returned to the bathroom where the water was coursing from the shower, the steam already clouding the mirror. All I could see was a vague outline of Amy's body through the glass of the cubicle. I smiled to myself, it was going to be nice soaping that fascinating form. Quickly I finished scraping the hair off my chin.

She had the flow turn to high and I had to search for her in the water vapour. At last my hands found her slim hips and I could explore her inspiring body under the warm spray. Leaning forward my mouth found a long nipple. As my lips sensuously sucked I felt it harden in anticipation. She withdrew slightly - was she really so self-conscious? Patience, patience, I reminded myself, this is all new to her. Finding the shower gel, I squirted a large dollop on my hands and began to soap her body. She trembled and again edged away from me but I reached around and tapped her on the butt saying, 'Keep still and relax.'

Cupping my hands I smoothed the gel across her delicious breasts, rubbing her hard nipples, rolling them between firm fingers. Several minutes caressing and massaging the soap into those matchless boobs were followed by running my still soapy hands down to her pussy, my fingers going where no man had gone before. Gently I rubbed her clit then pushed a forefinger into her innocent virgina. She jerked and gave a small cry.

'Take it easy. I'm not going to hurt you. You're mine now but, as I said, I want you to enjoy it as well.' 

I pulled her to me and she arched her back offering her mouth for my delectation. Lowering my head I gently pressed my lips to her's then lightly slid them across her soft cheek and down to her kneck. She threw head back baring her throat - I licked it feeling her pulse beating madly below her ear, which I briefly nibbled. Slowly I ran my lips across her shoulder, down a breast, past her navel to that adorable pussy to suck her clit. A gentle caress of my tongue, a brief taste of her sweetness and her knees buckled. She fell before me with a groan. 

I stood tall again and pulled her head into my groin. She got the message and began to eagerly explore my masculine virtues with her mouth, caressing a new hardness into my rusty cock. I was begining to feel the pressure building again when there was a banging at the door of the apartment. 

Shit! It must be Strafford's errand boy. Easing Amy's head from between my legs I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my hips and headed for the door. 

When I returned to the bathroom my cock was limp again and not even the heavenly sight of my inamorata under the full blast of the spray, her pale skin a rich peach from the rush of her emotions, could repair the damage.

'What was that?' She asked.

'A messenger delivering the car and directions for our weekend retreat. Come along, time to get on the road.'

'I thought we were going to have a quiet evening here,' she said.

I couldn't really explain what had made me alter the arrangements, so brusquely I told her, 'Change of plan.'

Dutifully she donned a bathrobe and headed for where her clothes lay in a pile on the lounge floor.

I stopped her as she picked up her bra. 'You won't be needing that,' I said, 'nor these.' I picked up her panties and crumpled them in a ball. 'If I decide I'm wrong we'll get you something a bit sexier on the way. That's what plastic is for.'

She contemplated me for a moment then said, 'If that's what turns you on.'

CHAPTER THREE

The dusk was deepening to nearly full night as we started up the road. 'We didn't get round to eating and I'm hungry,' I said, 'Keep your eyes peeled for a diner. . . Oh, and a store where we can stock up on essentials for a couple of days.'

'There's a place a couple of blocks up ahead, beyond the church,' she offered.

And indeed there was - a group of stores serving the local area. The supermarket wasn't the largest but had all we needed - bread, cheese, eggs, milk, coffee - the staples and, what I thought more important, a good selection of wine. 

While I filled a trolley I sent Amy to browse the shelves to find some music to play on the car's CD. Then it was next door to the pizza parlour for some immediate comfort food. 

Shortly we were back on the road, mouths full of pizza, laps full of crumbs, listening to the opening bars of her chosen music.

The existance of telepathy is certain. How else could she have independently selected, not just my type of music, but two of my favourite composers - Prokofiev and Sibelius. So it was to the strains of the Dance of the Antill Maidens from Romeo and Juliet that we continued on into the dark. 

Over the years I've found that the women I pull usually tend to want to talk a lot, to probe for common interests and try to create a rapport. But not with Amy - we didn't need to say much, being content to listen to the music in companionable silence. It seemed that it wasn't shyness or not knowing what to say, but as if the one coupling had already made us an item, neither having anything more of immediate importance to learn about the other. Which wasn't true of course since I knew hardly anything of her and she could know little of me other than my physique, yet somehow it didn't matter. We felt right together; or at least I did and I hoped she felt the same.

Strafford's directions were meticulous and, though it was now fully night, I easily found the cabin at the end of a lonely dirt track. The headlights showed it standing alone facing the edge of a small lake, seemingly surrounded on the three remaining sides by a thick wood. 

It was quite small, the interior being stiflingly hot and somewhat musty from being shut in the early summer heat, however it was neat and clean. Before checking the layout I flung open the windows to permit the light breeze from the lake to clear the worst of stuffiness. 

The place comprised a sleeping room, made cramped by a large king-sized bed, and a living-cum-dining room with a kitchen alcove and a stone fireplace, before which was that ultimate cliche of the love-nest, a broad, thick, imitation tiger skin rug. The one surprise was the bathroom which was large compared to the rest of the cabin and sported not just a shower but an oversize tub designed for sharing. Whoever was responsible for equiping and maintaining it - Strafford? - clearly had just one use in mind.

It only took a few minutes to unload our sparse luggage and fit the provisions in the store cupboards. I looked at the shower then thought 'What the hell, we've got ourselves a lake here.' 

We hadn't brought any swim suits but a swift glance around the local area didn't reveal any other inhabitants - human that is - so it seemed skinny dipping would be the order of the day. 

'Come on Amy, get your kit off. We're going swimming.' I stripped off my pants and shirt, picked up a couple of large towels and, naked, headed for the water.

Close to the shore it was little more than waist deep but I didn't want to explore in the dark - the morning would be early enough for that so I contented myself with a few lazy strokes until, with a cheerful 'Yippee!', Amy jumped in and, like a cheerful, innocent child, proceeded to splash me. Laughing I copied her play and poured water over her body from my cupped hands. The light from the cabin window was just enough to show the sun warmed water cascading down her tits and, the soft breeze being slightly cooler than the water, raising goose bumps on her arms and hardening her nipples.

Puling her tender beauty close my fingers teased her wet breasts until her nipples stood erect and ready for tasting. Meanwhile my hands explored her young body, lingering between her thighs, fondling the mound I had so savagely penetrated that first time.

Nor was she content just to receive my caresses. Her expression was remote as, her eyes lowered, she ran her hands slowly over my chest and stomach, concentrated on the feel of her finger tips on my skin. I sensed her blushing slightly as her hands dropped lower and closed over my erect shaft. Novice that she was she examined it minutely, stroking it from tip to base until I could withstand it no longer. 

Tipping her head back I kissed her shy smiling mouth while, hands under her ass, I raised her in the water and pulled her onto my hips until my thrusting cock found her sweet entrance. She gave a shiver and groaned as I slid into her. Hungrily I nuzzled her neck. She dug her fingers into my shoulders and pulled her luscious tits tight to my ribs. I tried to guide her, to delay our climax but it was not to be; all too soon my seed erupted into her tight tunnel. 

When I withdrew I kissed her on the cheek, 'Thank you, my dear. That was delicious. You're so, so beautiful.'

'No, I'm not,' she protested. 'How I wish I were.'

'We can none of us see yourself as others do. Beauty is said to be in the eye of the beholder and what I behold, both with my eyes and my arms, is a very beautiful woman.' 

Woman I'd said - not really, she was a girl. A girl barely half my age that I was becoming determined to keep and care for and enjoy for as long as I was able. 

'Thank you.' She stood irresolute waiting for me to decide what next we should do.

'I'm not hungry after that pizza, but I think a glass or two of wine is called for. How say you?'

'Sounds good.' 

I climbed the narrow beach to where I had dropped the towels. 'Come, let me dry you.'

The joy of that evening was unending. It was bliss to feel her smooth young skin under my hands as I roughly rubbed off the water. 

Even out on the porch the night was hot and humid. So, with just a towel wound round my waist I settled in the swing seat that stood facing the lake and sipped my wine. After a minute or two Amy, her body honest and unadorned, came to sit in my lap and fold my arms around herself. Quietly, peacefully, not talking, together we admired the reflection of the crescent moon and stars in the water, content just to be holding each other. 

The moon had moved a quarter of the way across the sky when she put her lips to my ear and quietly said, 'Again. Please.'

Grinning, I looked into her mischevious eyes, 'Must I. An old man like me needs his rest.'

She felt under the towel around my waist and stroked my cock to firmness. 'I think you've had more than enough rest.' Sliding from my lap she disappeared into the cabin.

Stiffly I climbed to my feet and followed to find her lying on the bed with her legs spread, the bright moonlight pouring through the uncurtained window highlighting her alabaster thighs and bountiful bush.

I started to take her the way I had meant to possess her the first time - with every scrap of gentle affection and sensitiveness that I have acquired over the years. I kissed her ear, caressed and grasped her breasts. Oh, how I delighted in their smooth silky weight, I just couldn't get enough of them, I was obsessed with them. She rubbed my chest and kissed me, her long sinewy legs gripping my waist, her feet in the small of my back. She reached down, grasped me and touched my tip to her opening saying, 'Not too quickly, please.'

'I'll try, my dear.' I said.

I eased into her and started pleasuring her with slow measured thrusts. Pulling out almost completely before sliding back in as deep as I could. Softly she whispered, "Oh, yes! Yes! Alec!" as the spasm of her initial climax tightened her maiden muscles around my cock.

But then I could hold back no more - once again my control fled. Once again I repeatedly slammed into her. This time, her face contorted with lust, she matched me all the way. Her back arched, her hands grasped my ass, pulling me in deep. Our orgasm's built and built until with one last, mighty thrust I emptied myself into her tight treasure. She screamed her primal release across the placid lake, while squeezing every drop of my seed from me. 

Energy spent, she laid her head against my shoulder, a gentle smile on her face, her body relaxing against me as she basked in the comfort of my embrace. I turned onto one elbow and, while nuzzling her neck, used my other hand to toy with her nipples. She moaned quietly. Surprisingly I almost felt ready yet again, but my mind told me it was too soon, so I kissed her gently and rolled away saying, 'Sweet dreams.' But like a happy child she had already dropped off to sleep, softly snoring.

I hadn't felt so alive for months. I was sleepy from jet lag but also relaxed and happy. It was little more than nine hours since Amy had arrived at the flat ready to serve my presumptuous needs, yet I'd already taken her three times. What had I done to deserve her? I didn't know. What had given me back the stamina of my youth? My eyes drooped and I began to drift off half dreaming, half wondering how she made me feel so self-assured, so capable of taking on the world and winning. CHAPTER FOUR

A cold front went through just before dawn sweeping away the sticky, humid air and leaving everything crisp and sharp. I woke early, still not properly acclimatised to the change in time zones, but even so refreshed and happy. Amy slept on, sprawled face down, legs akimbo across the bed, the slave chain gleaming around her ankle. I was tempted to introduce her to a typical lovers awakening but instead confined myself to covering her with a sheet.

Never at my best until I've had my morning cup of coffee I set a pot to brew and its sharp aroma soon filled the room. Pouring two cups, I took one to Amy who, as I approached the bed, stirred and opened her eyes, rolled on her back, smiled up at me, and lazily stretched. The sheet slipped to the floor presenting me with a most delightful image to start the day. Ever the gentleman, I scooped up the material and moved to spread it over her. 

She shook her head, the smile broadening into a mischievous grin. 'I don't need it and why hide what you've already come to know quite well.'

'Because where you're concerned my will power is somewhat weak. You best keep your delights hidden or we could find ourselves spending the whole day getting to know them better.'

'But we're repeatedly urged to keep fit, and what could be a better form of exercise.' She laughed at me, 'You do well for an old man but there's always room for improvement.'

'Minx! What can a babe in arms like you know? Wait till I've given you some more - a lot, lot more - practice.' 

It was all fun but still the old man jibe hit home. 'You think I need exercise? Come on then. I'll race you round the lake.'

'What about food? I'm hungry.' She protested.

'Only for food? Anyway you shouldn't take exercise on a full stomach. You can stuff yourself after you've earned it. Come on, off that bed.' I caught her ankle and dragged her to the floor.

'Tyrant. Didn't I performed well enough for you yesterday?' She curled into a ball. 

'We can continue this philosophical discussion later. Now get your arse moving. Three times round the lake.'

'Ooo, so masterful, and long words this early in the morning.' Still laughing she jumped up and rushed out of the door.

I followed, pausing to check that there was no one to witness our naked dash. By the time I set off she was well ahead, sprinting along the narrow strip that edged the water, her bare feet leaving deep prints in the soft sand.

'Three times round, remember!' I shouted after her, adopting a steady jog, my flaccid member flapping with each step - proof, if I needed it, why jock-straps were invented .

The lake was small, a former sand quarry by the look of it; though why so far from any town was a mystery. Being about two hundred yards across, three times round would be approximately a mile; quite far enough for me - I never was a runner, more of a games player. Include bed games in that!

She acknowledged with a wave, continuing to draw away. At the end of the first circuit she led by a fifty yards but was beginning to labour. By the end of the second lap my steady pace had brought me level though I was finding it tough in the soft going. I could hear her heavy breathing as she strove to stop me getting ahead, but she was paying the price for her early pace and still had forty yards to go when I reached the end. Hands on my knees, lungs bursting, I watched her finish, beautiful boobs bouncing with every stride.

'Not so bad for an ancient athlete, eh?' I said continuing to admire her heaving breasts as she fought to regain her breath.

She held her hands up in surrender. 'Okay, okay. I was wrong Mister Universe - you're in the prime of life. Am I to be chastised for doubting you?'

'A first offence only nets you probation, and if your future performance proves satisfactory you may earn a full pardon.'

Taking her hand I pulled her to me and kissed her hard. With her hands around my neck and mine cupping her buns we pressed our naked, sweat soaked bodies close, my engorged manhood digging into her belly.

'Last evening - we never properly finished that shower. Shall we do it now?' She said.

'Why?' I looked down into her eyes. 

Calmly and seriously she looked back at me, 'I could say because I'm hot and damp but . . . to be honest . . . I want to feel you inside me.'

Where was the timid, apprehensive girl of yesterday? What had happened, not just to her, but to both of us? What had I done, taking this young virgin? We hadn't even known each other twenty-four hours ago yet I'd already had her several times and now she wanted me to shaft her again. Ah! Well, this was not the time to examine, to think, or to analyse. It was a moment to follow my feelings. Bending down, one arm around her shoulders, one under her knees, I carried her back into the cabin and stood her in the bathroom. 




I Call Her Amy



Turning on the water she adjusted the temperature until it was warm but not over hot. As I stepped beside her she pulled me under the spray and massaged my scalp until my hair was soaked. Opening the shampoo bottle she poured a dash over my head and scrubbed until there was a thick lather.

'You can rub as hard as you like,' I told her, 'but the white patches at the sides won't come off. I've tried.'

'I don't want them to, they make you look distinguished.' 

The suds rinsed away she took a bar of soap, wet it and rubbed briskly until she had a good lather. Then, hands on my shoulders, she polished my flesh with a hard, circular motion. Gradually she wandered down to my arse and around to my groin, tenderly rubbing my balls and washing my rigid cock. Now on her knees, she washed my thighs, my knees and my calves. 

As she took each foot my cock was right before her. Gingerly she kissed the tip before opening her mouth and starting to suck it.

'No,' I told her. 'Keep that for the wrong time of the month. It's too quick. I could come before I'm inside you.' I pulled her up, took the soap from her fingers and quickly bathed her. 'When you're ready I'll stick it where nature intended. That way we both get to enjoy it.'

For a moment I was lost as I realised the implications of what I'd said. I was hardly conscious of massaging her breasts over and over while, moaning, she pushed them into my demanding palms. I was making love to her, not just fucking her. I wasn't just taking and using her as a sex object, a toy to satisfy my appetite. I was concerned to give her pleasure. 

Gently I eased her against the wall, bent my knees and spread her thighs. Hands on her arse I pulled her onto my rock hard rod, slowly sliding all the way in. Tenderly I kissed her eyes, her lips, her neck as I rhythmically thrust in and out. Suddenly she stiffened, cried out and arched her hips into me. Faster, harder I drove into her until with the water cascading over our fevered bodies she triumphantly squeezed me empty.

As I withdrew she again took my genitals and lovingly washed them. 'Careful with the family jewels,' I said. 'Can't do without those bits.'

'And just you take care which pussy you stick them in.'

'And how do I decide that?'

'You don't. I do.'

This conversation was going places best avoided until I'd sorted out what was happening between us. Towel in hand I retreated to the main room. 'What do you want to eat,' I called.

'You.'

'Cannibal! Seriously, just toast and coffee or something more solid?'

'Toast for now, I'll organise something substantial for lunch. We can have it early.' 

She came to join me one towel wrapped around her waist sarong fashion, her hair tied in another. As I cut the bread and filled the toaster she rubbed her bare tits against my back. I turned and planted a smacking kiss on each nipple. I was a young man again.

We sat and ate in a companionable silence, Amy staring out at the lake, me staring at her. I had a sudden thought - what was I going to do with her while I was conducting my survey?

'Next week - what are you planning to do during the daytime while I'm around the offices?'

She looked a little confused as if the question had not occurred to her. 'Work, as usual, in the office. . . Of course if you need some clerical help. . .?' 

I'd always carried out my surveys alone; never considered I needed any assistance; but why not? 'Perhaps. Let me ponder the problem.' 

It would keep her occupied and might take some of the mundane recording chores of my shoulders. Being bright enough to make it to university she'd easily cope, indeed it would probably be a waste of her talents. Maybe she could act as my assistant - I'd have to assess how much she could undertake without proper training. If nothing else it might help me recover the time lost by my delayed arrival.

'Right. You're on. I hereby appoint you as my special assistant - first class, temporary, lowly paid. Now, what shall we do with today? And no schoolgirl quips.' I wagged a stern finger at her.

'Nothing special. Maybe just chill out, have a swim, soak up some sun.'

'You haven't looked over there. It's becoming cloudy, seems like we could get some rain.'

'Then I don't know.' She looked around the room. 'I've just realised there's no TV, no DVD player, no books.' She suddenly grinned, 'You'll just have to spend the day screwing me.'

'God, girl! Have mercy. Us grey panthers need to be used sparingly or we wear out.'

'Stop pretending. You were the one who started by wanting me. So don't complain that I'm too much to handle.'

She had a point there. Now I was seeing the real Amy - bright, frolicsome, sexy. Why was I so lucky? Why had no man grabbed this pearl of a woman? This was no time to meditate on providence - no doubt in the future all would become clear.

Then it occurred to me - if she was to be my assistant she would need new clothes.

'I'm a consultant, a specialist and need to dress to advertise my professionalism, else they don't think they're getting their money's worth.' I told her 'If you're going to be my assistant you'll need to do the same. You'll have to dress the part. Slacks and blouse just won't do.'

She looked at me for a moment then without a word ran into the bedroom. Five minutes later she reappeared. 'Will this do?' She said with a broad grin.

She'd pulled her hair down into two short bunches and fastened one either side of her head with rubber bands. My tee shirt was tightly belted around her slim waist and made an effective ultra-mini dress. Her large, round glasses were perched on the end of her nose. She twirled round a couple of times then bent forward and mooned me to show she wore no briefs. Oh, she was delightful.

'Great, my dear, but we're supposed to study the business not create a riot. How about if we go look for an outfit or two?'

'Well I don't have anything much back home. Being a student I mainly live in jeans. I can't afford many clothes.' 

'Righto, that decides what we do today. Shopping it is. We could also eat out, and maybe take in a film. We won't need to go back to the city. The map shows a small town further on up the road.'

'Are you sure? Don't go wasting money on me.'

'My God! A woman who doesn't want to go shopping! You never cease to amaze me. Anyway it's my money and I'll decide whether it's being wasted.'

We tidied up the cabin, reluctantly dressed and some thirty minutes later were heading on further up the road. Now I regretted not allowing her to bring bra and panties since it could prove awkward having her try on outfits without any underclothes. I put it to her that we should first get some bras and briefs since, although much I preferred her without any, she would need to wear them for work. She agreed the point, but was a little dubious about allowing me to choose them because, quite rightly, she sensed they would the sexiest I could find. 

How well she was coming to know me. However, I was toying with the notion of having her wear sports bras, for if I revelled in watching her bouncy cleavage so would other men and that might encourage them to hit on her - which I could not, would not, accept. Wait though, there I was becoming emotional again. Surely I wasn't jealous over a young girl I had coerced into sharing my bed. Firmly I again put the thought from me, to be dealt with later - along with my other doubts.

Half-an-hour later we arrived at the town and set out to explore the shopping scene. It was a small place, something of a backwater and only ran to a couple of the local outlets of national stores, and two or three small boutiques; I made a beeline for the latter.

The first catered mainly for the young market and here we found a reasonable range of bras and thongs. At first Amy objected to my choice of thong on the grounds that they were far too expensive, though I sensed she was really more concerned about how miniscule they were, particularly since she thought I was going to have her wear them with a mini skirt. It seemed she was basically quite a traditional sort of girl - except where I was concerned. There was a clue there somewhere. Anyway I compromised and as well as half a dozen that demonstrated why they were called briefs also bought her a couple of high sided panties suited for a maiden aunt.

Bras were easier and we agreed on a some lacy, push up ones. For outer garments I had in mind a very simple, high quality, conventional look. This required a move to the next boutique down the road. Here I found just what I wanted and she was soon the possessor of two lightweight linen suits with knee length skirts and power jackets. 

As we were leaving the shop it occurred to me that in the past I had been invited to dine with a board member or two. It was likely to happen again, but this time I could request that she partnered me instead of some woman brought in to even up the numbers who, inevitably, would either be built like a bus or have the brains of a jelly-fish. I was used to such working dinners and travelled with a monkey suit in my luggage but Amy would need a formal dress. 

We were in luck. The shop had the perfect answer in a heavy, full length, watered silk gown. At first Amy protested that it was far too costly but gave way when I told her we could put it on expenses and the tax man would pay. Then she said it really wasn't her - she was definately a tee-shirt and jeans sort of girl. I agreed that mostly she was, and that is what I wanted, but that there were times when she would need to dress up. Eventually she relented, as I knew she would, for what woman can resist elegant clothes. 

She disappeared into the fitting room leaving me to gaze at the other customers. 'I think that will suit your daughter,' the saleswoman remarked while I waited. I started to correct her then realised that it mattered little what she thought of my relationship with Amy. I gave a guarded grunt.

It was a different, more mature, elegant woman that returned, the dark green fabric contrasting well with her rich hair. The floor brushing hemline made her look taller, the tight waist set off her hips and the deep slash of cleavage emphasised her sexy, sensual personality.

The saleswoman fussed around spreading the skirt, adjusting the straps. 'What do you think, my dear?' She asked Amy. 'I'm sure your father likes it.'

Amy looked at her, startled, then at me. I put my finger to my lips and smiled at her to stay quiet. She got the message and pertly grinned back.

After that I had to buy the dress. It would forever mark a shared moment. We managed to keep straight faces until we arrived back at the car, then dissolved into gales of laughter. Blithely giggling we drove to a restaurant. There she played - overplayed - the dutiful daughter. It was 'yes, father dear', and 'no, father dear', and 'please, daddy darling', while I consulted her with a 'dear' here and an 'Amy darling' there.

We were having fun, enjoying being together, yet beneath it were both conscious that we were progressing to an inappropriate, possible risky, relationship. We had clearly fallen for each other.

Our leisurely meal complete, hand in hand we wandered down the main street, window shopping. I bought her an executive brief-case to go with her new role as my assistant but firmly resisted the lure of the jewellers. Maybe before I went home. Finally we came across the cinema.

What we saw I cannot recollect. I do remember with vivid clarity that we sat in the rear row like a pair of adolescent lovers. I had one arm around her waist, the hand cupping and fondling her breast; the other hand sedately, companionably, holding her's. 

Afterwards we picked up a few more supplies and headed back to our playhouse in the woods. The journey passed quickly as we chattered inconsequentiality about a variety of subjects and I made one or two observations relating to her proposed duties as my assistant. 

When we arrived she disappeared into the bedroom bearing her new clothes and I made shift to stow the groceries.

Then she called, 'Alec come here.'

When I entered the room she was beside the bed modeling one of her new bras and a thong. Unbelievably sexy, she raised her arms, enticing me to her; I kicked off my shoes and crossed the room and drew her close. Tilting her head forward, her eyes closed, she kissed me and thrust between my lips to explore my mouth. I put one hand behind her kneck and held her while our tongues danced together.

After a few minutes she eased back slightly and her hands unbuttoned my shirt and unzipped my trousers. She reached in for my cock. 

'Ah! The valiant soldier is already at attention,' she said.

'What did you expect, Private John Thomas was obeying your orders.'

'Oh! Did I do that?' She grinned.

'It seems he's your's to command,' I told her.

'Oh! Goody, goody. My very own champion. I better put him to the test.' 

She slid my clothes off me then stood back, looking down at my rampant prick, 'Present arms . . I mean cocks.' She rapidly unfastened her bra and slipped her thong down her legs.

'I told you clothes weren't needed here,' I observed sitting down on the ege of the bed.

'Is my aged master tired?' She giggled.

'Not so much of the "aged". And I've got a muscle here with more than enough energy to satisfy your demands.'

'Then I want it. I want it now. I want to feel you inside me.'

'Yes, Mam. As you command.' I slid back to the centre of the bed. 'Climb aboard.'

I thought the bed was going to collapse as she jumped on top of me to squat on her heels, her lithe body astride mine, her knees besides my hips, her nipples hard and shiny with sweat. Grasping her waist I positioned and guided her down, her damp cunni sliding over my hard cock, impaling herself on me. 

Open mouthed she knelt above me. 'Oooo, yes. You may be a dirty old man but you have what it takes to please a girl.'

'I'm psychic. Just a glance at your tits and I know exactly what you need.'

She raised herself until I was barely in her then slammed down hard taking my full length. Eyes closed, leaning back, one finger rubbing her clit, she tried to force me even deeper. Her nipples were hard and sensitive as I reached for them, but she swatted my hands away.

'Keep still. I'm in charge.' 

Beautiful, smiling, she started riding me; lifting and leaning forward until I was barely in her; sliding back down; grinding her mound against me; hoisting up again. She reached behind for my balls, not taking her eyes off my face as her unseasoned muscles squeezed my lance.

Her eyes were still tight shut, her mouth half open, her breathing loud and deep. She opened her eyes and gave a happy grin. 'Look at me, mistress of all I behold.' Gently she squeezed my balls, 'And of all I hold.' She increased the speed and power of her pumping.

Soon I could tell by her moans that she was getting close. Her hands were on her ankles, supporting herself and taking the load from her knees as she drove relentlessly up and down, like a rutting animal. I ignored her earlier wish and grasping breasts slippery with her sweat, pulling myself up to meet her pummeling.

Suddenly I could take no more and my seed cascaded into her. Immediately she responded, bucking madly and coming with a scream of, 'YESSSS! YESSS! YESS! YES!'

Slowly she went limp in my arms. Glowing with joy she smiled radiantly at me, wrapped her arms around my head and leaned down for me to suck a nipple. We lay for a while as my erection gradually subsided.

'If that's what those clothes do to you, then they were cheap at the price,' I said.

CHAPTER FIVE

Sunday produced the best weather of our brief stay at the cabin; sunny, warm, with just a light wind. We slept late and, yes, I did show Amy how lovers should wake up to a new day. No more remarks about age and room for improvement; not after I had given her a prolonged taste of the missionary position, then the doggy way and finally had her ride me until her knees protested at too much up and down motion; and that was just in the morning.

Meals took up much of our time. Sitting opposite each other on the porch we ate from trays on our laps. The intention was to enjoy both the breeze on our bare bodies and the view across the lake, but the scene that kept me entranced was Amy. Some women's bodies are best in the imagination - unwrap them and the actuality can be disappointing. Amy is the reverse. No matter what her raiment she is ravishing, a feast for my imagination; then I undress her and discover the reality is even more alluring. 

I was addicted to her. I would forget to eat, lean forward, fondle and suck her beguiling boobs and feel myself well fed. She in turn would reach and massage my prostrate penis until it proved ready for a further feat of fun.

It was as well we prepared only a simple, cold meal since before we finished our mutual arousal forcing us back inside where I bent her over the table and drove in and out her tight tunnel with all the strength I could muster. 

She was a marvel. She loved it gentle, she loved it rough, she just loved being taken. Where my stamina was coming from, let alone the quantity of seed with which I was filling her, amazed me. The golden rule is 'use it or lose it' and for some years now I'd hardly been using it, yet I certainly hadn't lost it. No doubt I would pay the price later with a bout of exhaustion; still I could always blame that on overwork. 

Between times we talked. I told her of my boyhood in a small country town; of how my marriage foundered because my wife had wanted a career while I wanted children; of my work and how I branched out to form my own company. She told me of her solitary upbringing, a car crash before she was born condemning her to grow up fatherless; of her studies; of her hopes for the future.

Did I learn anything vital about her? Did she provide any great revelation? No, somehow I'd known from that first glance, that first shaft of emotional lightning, all that mattered, all that made her important to me. Yet her lack of a father niggled; had she selected me to fill an unspoken need? Or was that just kitchen-table psychology. It was too soon to be certain; I was too close to the problem; I would sleep on it.

After our carnal exploits a drowsy siesta seemed appropriate, but I steeled myself to become the hard headed man of affairs and decreed it time she was instructed in the duties of an assistant. 

She jumped at the notion and, leaving my lap where she had been sitting combing my hair, sat herself before me and assumed the role of attentive student. Having no papers with me I was compelled to describe instead of show, but being a bright young woman she quickly grasped the principles. Not wishing to rush things I kept the first session short; I planned to add to her tasks as she gained experience, for I was already convinced she could assume much of the workload.

'That's enough theory for today,' I said at last. 'We'll see how you get on with those bits and, all being well, I'll add some more in a day or two.'

Lazily I levered myself out of the folding chair I'd been sitting in, looked at the lake and contemplated a quick swim then remembered a little chore I'd mentioned that first evening and not yet undertaken. Stepping across to where she sat I bent over and combed my fingers through the abundant bush of hair between her legs. 

'Remember I said this needed trimming? Actually I think it nicer if a mound is shaved completely bare. Are you going to humour me and let me have my way with a razor?'

She looked at me somewhat apprehensively. 'Well. . . If you really want to.'

'Don't worry I rarely cut myself and I'll be extra careful with you. Now where would be best - the bedroom? Yes, I reckon on the bed, provided we don't splash too much.'




I Call Her Amy



Having positioned a couple of pillows half way down and to one side of the bed and covered them with towels, I called to her to, 'Hop up here! . . . This should push your pussy nice and high so that I'm not cramped by thighs and bulges'.

I moved the night table close by while she arranged her ass on the pillows and delicately parted her legs. Fortunately I carry a small pair of scissors in my toilet kit. With these I gingerly cut away as much of her pubic hair as possible, leaving her with a short, stiff stubble. The fallen curls I collected and saved in an envelope - I had an idea I might find a place for them.

Collecting some hot water I first soaked a washcloth until it was almost unbearably hot. She gasped as I covered her shorn mound with it. 'Does it have to be quite that hot?'

'The hotter the better. It softens the hair and makes for an easier, smoother finish.' Delving into my toilet bag I found my brush, cream and a new razor. 'At least I use a disposable safety razor, not one of these ancient cut-throats. . . . or even an electric one. I've never managed to get a good result with one of them.'

Whipping off the cloth I squeezed some cream from the tube, firmly spreading it across her dark bristles. Wetting the brush in the small bowl of hot water I'd placed on the table, I started briskly working the cream into a white lather over the whole of her mound. 'Don't fret I'm very experienced. I've been shaving for years.'

'Yes but that's yourself, what about other people.'

'There has to be a first time for everything.' I grinned down at her as I stretched her skin between thumb and first finger and pulled the blade across her prominent pubes in a long steady stroke. 

Stiffly she held herself still, hardly breathing, as I watchfully scraped the lather and stubble from her soft flesh. Two minutes and it was done. Rinsing the blade in the water I put it to one side and took the washcloth to rinse away the last traces of soap. Amy sighed, relaxed and let her breathing become normal. Gently I tested her skin with the tips of my fingers. 'Smooth as the proverbial baby's bum,' I said, sitting on the bed beside her and leaning forward to smother her silky softness with kisses.

She looked at my balls then at the table with its soap, brush and razor. 'My turn.' 

Rising she threw the towel to the floor by my feet and the pillows to the top of the bed. 'But right now I'll take a rain check.' 

She knelt before me and took my tip between warm wet lips, gave a brief suck then paused, clearly this was not something she had done before.

'Treat it like a stick of rock or a drink-on-a-stick.' I suggested. 'But remember the golden rule - no teeth.' 

In response she grasped its base with a warm, soft hand. Squeezing and stroking it very slowly, she licked and nibbled its length for a minute or so before bending forward and and again taking me into her mouth. 

As she began to move her head up and down, I said, "Come here, my darling." 

She straightened up and looked at me. Reaching forward I put my arms around her and drew her up alongside me. 'We both need to work at this. Kneel near the bottom of the bed.'

Lying on my back I inserted my head between her knees and pulled myself along until my lips kissed her labia. Quickly she got the idea and bent forward to resume her exploration of my expectant member. I stretched my arms down and fondled her pendent boobs, rubbing and pinching their sensitive buds while running my tongue up and down her smooth, swollen, rounded lips. Immediately her clit grew erect and poked out of its cover for me to suck. As I licked her on the outside and the inside, and thrust deep into her damp slit she moaned and frenziedly suckled on my cock.

Gently I bit her and she ground her mound into my face. 'Oh! God, Alec. That's good. More, more, harder!'

She squeezed my head between her thighs, grabbed my cock and in her excitement raked her teeth along its length. I very nearly came in her mouth, so forcefully I rolled her over, twisted round, then with her legs bent over my shoulders slammed into her. Three or four full, deep thrusts and we came together. Still inside I stopped and leaned down to kiss her rosy lips then watched as the lines of passion and strain smoothed from her features. 

When I lowered her legs and pulled out she smiled back at me, 'Almost the best so far. We must do that again, later,' she said.

'Which, the shave or the sixty-nine?'

'Oh, the sixty-nine, you fool.' Lightly, she punched me in the stomach.

CHAPTER SIX 

I eased myself up to lean my back against the bed head. Pulling Amy to me I sat her with my arms around her, one boob filling my hand, her head on my chest. Tranquil and quiet we rested, the only sound our gentle breathing. 

'Not sleepy?' I asked.

'No. I'm thinking.'

'Penny for them.'

'You don't get them that cheap. . . I was just thinking about us.'

'What's happening, you mean?' I said.

'Yes. What am I going to do when you've finished the survey and left.'

 'I haven't got that far. I just don't know what's going on. Working alone, away from home and to a deadline can be stressful and taking you seemed a way to have some relaxation. And if that were all, then okay. But it's proved to be more than that, more than a casual fuck. It's created some sort of deep emotion for both of us.'

She didn't say anything for a while, then asked, 'Why with all the other women around did you pick me? It can't be my looks and it's clearly more than lust.'

'That's part of it. Maybe the core of my uncertainty. I don't know why you. It happened. I didn't even think - just acted. Anyway why did you say yes? Why not a boy of your own age?'

'The boys are just that - boys. They're not nearly as grown up as they think and I wasn't going to give myself to someone immature, self centred and inconsiderate. I wanted it to be special.'

'Sure you aren't looking for a father figure?'

'Noooo . . . I don't think so. If I were I've had plenty of offers. No, I saw you and something said you were the one.'

'For what?'

'To make me a woman. To help me grow up.' She paused then almost whispering, 'But now I just want you fucking me; making love to me. Caring for me. I want you inside me all the time.'

Somewhere inside me an emotion welled up, filling me, bringing tears to my eyes. I tightened my grip, pulling her close and kissing her face. 

'Thank you. I was beginning to wonder if I were just using you. Yet I couldn't help myself. It's all so right, so natural. I've never felt like this before, even when I was first married.'

She kissed me back and said, 'I know. That's just how I feel.'

'Perhaps we should just be like Buddhists for a while, live from moment to moment and accept what comes. It will all make sense in time.'

'You mean like that quote 'seize the day'. I can never remember the Latin.'

I laughed, 'You mean "Carpe Diem", and what follows, "put no trust in the future".' 

I squeezed her to me. 'Most people don't know that the quote starts "While we're talking, envious time is fleeing", so let's make use of it.'

'Why not?' She slid her hand down between my legs - searching. 'Looking at the sunset, I suppose we will have to be leaving soon.'

'I think there's time for me to fill you once more.'

'Oh, good.' 

Amy's mouth settled softly onto mine. She straddled me, pressing her warm thighs down beside my body, her cunni descending around my cock to embrace its ample girth and slowly swallow its throbbing length. 

With my hands on her hips supporting her weight she clasped her breasts, squeezing them together. Face ugly with passion she rode me ardently, as if, somehow, this were her final chance to please me. Her muscles rhythmically clenched and released my tool in a glorious pulsating embrace. Climaxing she cried out in triumph, like a beast in a field, making me catch my breath. 

I could restrain myself no longer, in a paroxysm of pleasure my floodgates burst and the hot surge of my semen filled her.

CHAPTER SEVEN

I remember the next ten days as amongst the best of my life and would have been happy to see them go on for ever. Indeed I almost wished something would go wrong with my survey and drag out the time, for always I was aware that all too soon I would finish it and, leaving for other contracts, so lose my Amy.

For the moment though a typical day would start at sparrow fart when she disentangled her limbs from mine and whispered, 'Good morning.'

Giving her a quick kiss I would slide from the bed. 'Your turn to make breakfast.'

She grimaces, so I add, 'But no hiding that beauty under clothes.'

'Right you are, sir.' Naked she scoots into the kitchen while I use the bathroom to slowly shit, shower and shave. Towel wrapped round my waist I join her at the kitchen table.

'Please, boss. May I wash and dress now?' 

'Not yet. I want to start the day by enjoying the view.'

A view that so distracts me it takes ages to finish a simple meal. At last we are done. I get up, my towel falling unnoticed to the floor, and walk round to where she sits. I run my fingers over her face - a blind man seeking to feel her beauty.

She giggles. 'Stop it you fool. You're tickling.'

My fingers slip round to her ears . . . lightly glide down her kneck . . . find the valley between her breasts . . . fold around their firm beauty . . . my thumbs stroking her buds. . . Her breathing deepens and a shiver runs through her as my hand moves to her stomach.

'Don't tease, Alec. Just take me. Oh! God, I want you.'

'You're just saying that to keep your job.'

'Of course. Why else would I stick with an old guy?'

In punishment I pinch her long nipples between thumb and forefinger.'Careful or I'll be looking for a new assistant.'

'And where will you find one with a cunni as tight as mine?' Her hand grasps my wrist and guides me down to her slit.

'I'll just put a notice in a student rag. "Licentious boss seeks attractive assistant. Unused virgina prefered.'" I slip two fingers inside her.

'That'll get you arrested.'

Lifting her from her chair I bend her over the table, her delightful dugs sliding across the dirty plates.

'Surrender! I surrender! I'm only kidding. There's never been a better boss.' She pushes her ass back into me as I firmly enter her.

Soon I'm empty and, kissing her tenderly on the back of the neck, slip from her. 

'Is that all big daddy? Have I worn you out already?'

'You're insatiable. Now go and get ready. We're late for work again.'

That's what I'll miss, I thought. The fun, the joy, the affection.

As expected Amy took to being my assistant like the proverbial duck takes to the wet stuff. It was as if we had been a team for years, and I was left wondering why I had never before thought of having an aide. 

Lunch we would take in the Directors Dining Room where, as we ate, we would discuss progress and apportion the work for that afternoon. There were a few raised eyebrows when I first took Amy in with me, but I made it clear she went where I went and they had no real grounds to object.

On returning from work she would run in first leaving me to follow. Closing the door behind me I would turn toward the lounge and stumble over Amy's already discarded shoes. Her jacket decorates one arm of the sofa, her skirt the other; her blouse is a crumpled heap by the bedroom door while her bra hangs from its knob. Inside her thong rests forlornly on the floor beside the bed. 

Amy herself lies naked on the covers, legs spread and knees slightly raised.

'Come along, slowcoach. Don't dilly dally. A girl could fade away waiting to be screwed.'

By now most of my clothes will have joined her's. Swiftly I shed my boxers and, slithering up from the foot of the bed, honour the inside of each thigh until I reach and pay lengthy homage to her sensitive centre.

'Oooo! That's it. That's the spot.' Her lips murmer.

She feels silky smooth as my skin brushes her's. I reach underneath and gently knead her soft cheeks. She sighs and writhes slowly, forcing her labia against my face. My tongue explores her grotto, nourishing her need.

Slowly my hands mould her hips, skim her stomach, cup her breasts, caress her shoulders, find her arms and crawl along to her wrists, raising them above her head.

I push myself up to admire her delicious tits with their erect nipples. Taking one in my mouth I tickled its tip with my tongue. A deep purr comes from low in her throat, her breathing quickens. Groaning and moaning, she lifts her knees higher, her shaven mound wriggling, searching to enfold my shaft.

Hoisting my hips I place my glans between her labia. She is panting, lusting, impatient. 'Now, you bastard. Now!'

I thrust hard.

My balls nudging her ass, I pause while she locks her ankles behind my back then, her muscles firmly embracing my cock, start to pound in and out.

She matches my rhythm until her body shakes. She moans, 'Oooh Goddd, Aleccc,' and climaxes. A few more thrusts and, with a cry of 'Amy! Amy! Amy!' I erupt, filling her.

Slowly I relax, releasing her wrists and waiting for her legs to slip from my back. Then I take pity on her and roll off, whispering, 'My darling. My dearest Amy. You're wonderful.'

Quickly she flings herself atop me seeking to impale herself again. But she is too late. 'Hold on, darling. I'm not twenty any more. I need to refresh my balls.' 

'Oh! Papa! don't say I'm too much for you.'

'Never. You're just an insatiable little girl.' 

The evenings we would spend in the flat, content to relax over a glass of wine before retiring early to bed to continue our delight of each other. 

It was a settled pattern of work and play and the survey proceeded apace - partly, no doubt, because I now had an assistant, but mostly I am sure because, my mind being filled with Amy, I was not concerned about it - I did not try. I followed the Zen adage of 'watching it happen'; and so happen it did, smoothly and efficiently. 

Toward the end of the week I called on Paul Strafford in his office.

'How's it going?' He wanted to know.

'Not bad,' I told him, 'should be finished by the fifteenth. I'll know better after the weekend.'

'That'll please the Chairman. By the way he's having a small dinner party next Wednesday. Told me to ask if you would care to attend.'

He was being diplomatic, there really was no way I could refuse without giving offence. 'I'd be pleased.'

'Good. I'll organise a partner for you. The daughter of one of our senior directors most likely. Her divorce has just been finalised so she's available and looking.'

Here we go again. Why must they always try to fix me up with other men's cast-offs? 'I don't know the woman - she's probably very pleasant - but I'd prefer you didn't. I'll bring Miss Stark.'

'Must you? Do you really think she's suitable as a partner? I doubt the Chairman will look kindly on having one of his clerks foisted on him.'

'Eminently suitable. Indeed if she's not acceptable then I'll likely be unavailable myself. Besides, she's not just a clerk. I'm training her to become my assistant.' I was pushing my luck but feeling somewhat irritated at his disdain for Amy.

'If you insist. You planning to use the cabin again this weekend?'

'No. There's a contact I want to visit in Mountjoy while I'm over here. If I can have the car I'll drive up after lunch on Friday. I came to ask if you could recommend somewhere to stay overnight.'

'Sure, use the car for anything you want. I don't have much call to go to Mountjoy, but when I do I always use the Bay Tree Motel. Plain, but adequate for the odd night. I'll have my secretary ring to reserve you a room.'

'Thanks.'

He pulled a note pad forward began to scrawl a reminder saying, 'And how is that girl Stark working out? If you're training her I take it she's proving a good lay?'

I decided not to say much. 'Very well. I've no complaints.'

'Nice to hear. Might give her a poke myself while you're away - see if she's worth putting on our list of regulars.' 

A red mist suddenly came over me. He was going to have Amy? Over my dead body. Instinctively my fists clenched, I fought to restrain myself from hitting him. Fortunately he didn't notice and by the time he looked up I had myself under control. This called for quick thinking.

'You'll have to wait, Paul. I was planning to take her with me up to Mountjoy.'

'No problem, It was just an idea.'

As I left the office I couldn't resist a final remark. 'Not a very friendly idea, if I may say so. I don't like sharing my women.'

I'm not sure if he heard me. Anyway he didn't reply.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Around ten on Saturday morning we set out to drive to Mountjoy. We could have started earlier but instead elected to spend an extra hour in bed studying human anatomy - I specialized in the female form while Amy extended her knowledge of the male. 

I had estimated the trip would take about three hours but in the end we arrived half an hour early. Having found the motel we went looking for a place to eat after which I sought out my contact. Giving Amy several large banknotes and orders to buy herself a summer dress - while I have nothing against jeans it quickly gets boring if that's all a woman wears outside work - I let her loose around the shops. Having quickly overcome her reluctance to spend my money she set off with a grin on her face and a spring in her step.

My afternoon turned into one of those long frustrating sessions where nothing gets decided. I came away somewhat disgruntled with no clear idea of whether it was going to produce any more work or not. However back at the motel Amy soon cheered me up by prancing around in a simple linen dress that buttoned all the way up the front.

'Thought this was the most practical,' she said. 'You should find it quick and easy to undo.'

'I don't know. Maybe. How about I give it a trial run.'

'What a splendid idea. But perhaps we should wait until after we've eaten. The follow up might take a while and we don't want to find everywhere shut.'

She was right, of course. Once I got that dress off her it would be a long time before we went anywhere.

When we returned from feeding the inner man - and woman - she produced a small parcel tied with ribbon. 'You better see how I spent some of your money. I can return it if you don't like it.'

What on earth had she been buying? The packet was surely too small for it to be any clothing. Again I was wrong. Carefully undoing the ribbon she pulled out three small scraps of white material cut into diamond shapes. Each had lengths of thin white cord attached to the points.

'What is it?' I asked.

'A swim suit.'

'You'll have to show me.'

'The new dress certainly came off quickly with her handling the buttons, though what interested me more was what was underneath - nothing but smooth skin.

She disappeared into the bathroom. When she reapeared she was a revelation. 

The white diamonds where roughly four inches from point to point. Two successfully hid her bulging nipples, though didn't even pretend to fully cover her tantalizing tits, and the third defended her mound.

It was the way the cord held them in place that was artful. The near points of the top two diamonds were joined by a short string in front, the outside ones by a cord running horizontally round her body. Their upper points were held up by cords tied in a bow behind her kneck, the lower held down by ties running to the top of the diamond over her pussy. That had its side points attached to a cord looped around her hips while the tie from its bottom point disappeared into her slit and then up her backside. Never have I seen such an incitement to seduction, my erection was instant.

She slowly turned around until she was facing the full length mirror. 'Like it?' She asked staring at her reflection.




I Call Her Amy



'Bend over.' 

She leant forward, resting her hands on her knees.

'Spread your feet.'

'Wider.'

'Not bad. I particularly like the way, from the back, you appear naked.

'I thought you would.'

Moving behind her I massaged her bare buns then pulled her into my fork, my hardon probing along the crack of her butt.

'I can feel that my master approves.'

'This, I think, is the best feature.' I pulled the bow in the small of her back and the bottom fell off. Another tweak of the bow behind her kneck and she was naked.

'You'll have to be careful where you wear it.' I told her, my hands sliding to cover her tits. 'The wrong place and they'll be declaring an emergency to deal with an epidemic of men having heart attacks.'

After that the inevitable followed and it was very, very late before we found a local bar for a quiet drink.

CHAPTER NINE

The formal dinner was on the following Tuesday. Whether the chairman thought it was a success I don't know. He certainly seemed to enjoy himself, but then who wouldn't with Amy by his side. Not that I think she had been originally placed there, for shortly after we had been introduced I saw him having a quiet word with a flunkey and the sitting plan being hurriedly revised.

Earlier I had declared a half-day holiday and taken Amy to what I was reliable informed was the best hair salon in the town, where I insisted her chestnut locks be tamed.

But she still hadn't been too happy about going. Seeming to think she would be out of place she had a severe attack of cold feet. I pointed out that as an eminent consultant I expected to be invited, and not only was she my assistant, and therefore worthy of similar treatment, she was my partner for the evening.

Then she quibbled about what she should wear. 'That's what I had bought the green dress for,' I told her. 'We'll just have to find you some shoes with a highish heel and you're set. If my experience is anything to go by you'll be the belle of the ball.'

And so it proved. 

Dressed and ready she looked magnificent. For once the word beautiful did not apply - she was more than beautiful, she was elegant, and with her rich, chestnut hair tamed into what I called a bird's nest of curls - the hairdresser never forgave me - on a head held high above a slim column of emerald green silk, it was easy to miss her obvious intelligence. 

As the diners sipped their pre-dinner sherries and martinis it became obvious she was the cynosure of desirous male eyes, and the envy of all the females. We had hardly entered before she was the centre of a cluster of lecherous directors.

In a rare moment when she was not besieged by hosts of overweight executives I whispered in her delicate ear, 'You realize they all fancy you?'

'Certainly. I'm just deciding which cock I shall allow to pleasure me tonight.'

'Hussy. You just love seeing their pants tent.'

'You insisted I come. Anyway it gives me a warm feeling of power.'

'And are you going to have one?'

She smiled and briefly stroked my cheek. 'Why, you're jealous.'

I didn't reply. She was right and I was beginning to wonder if I had been wise to bring her.

'Don't worry, you're all the man I want.' She grinned mischievously, 'Daddy.'

God, but I was proud of her.

After the dinner I was briefly questioned on my progress, and whether I yet had formed any ideas towards the rescue plan. Diplomatically I talked around the subject until the opportunity came for us to leave.

Back in the apartment I climbed out of my monkey suit, had a brief wash and, slothfully replete, sat on the edge of the bed.

Amy came and stood with her back to me saying, 'Undo me, Boss.'

Slowly I eased down the zip of her dress then watched as she slid it from her shoulders, stepped out and carefully hung it in the wardrobe. Turning back she smiled at me as she removed her panties. Naked, boobs jiggling, she stepped past me and lay on the bed.

'Come on lazybones,' she commanded. 'Time you were on parade.'

'The spirit is willing, but the flesh is somewhat overcome by an excess of wine,' I told her fumbling out of my underclothes.

Finally ready for action I sat on the bed beside her and lightly stroked the silky insides of her thighs. 'I'll do my best, but tonight you may have to be satisfied with being eaten out.'

'Stop chattering and get on with it.' Exposure to the lecherous top brass had made her conceited.

'Now who wants to be the boss?' I asked, smothering her mouth with mine before she could reply. 

I moved one hand to her left breast and kneaded it until the nipple grew hard then switched to feel the weight and firmness of her other one. That bud was also hard so I kept it standing up proud and expectant with light rubs of my palm.

Several long minutes later I came up for breath and looked down into her eyes, both palms pampering her glorious globes. Taking my head in her hands she guided my mouth down to the scene of the action.

Long licks around her buds then gentle sucking had her moaning with pleasure. She gasped when I took a boob into my mouth and arched her back so I could dine first on one then the other.

Both hands on her waist I lifted and turned her onto her knees. My cock was probing between her buttocks searching for its lair. She pressed back at me trying to impale herself so, placing one hand under her, I cupped her mound and held her still while my erection took refuge in its hole.

'Time you did your share,' I said, reaching round and pretending to milk her pendant tits.

'I knew it, a woman's work is never done,' she said rocking slowly to and fro along my cock. Soon she got faster and harder, her breath coming in loud gasps, until long before I was ready she climaxed. She tried to fall forward and let me slip out so I pinched her nipples hard and made her boobs bounce.

Should I resign myself to a first failure or try again to empty my balls into her greedy cunni. She took the decision for me by slipping from my grasp. Turning round she pushed me flat on the bed then, eyes glinting mischievously, knelt over me in a sixty-nine.

'Is my hero feeling his age?' She asked, 'let me give him a helping mouth.'

Then she plunged down on my cock. Hand gripping the base she gripped the head with her lips and began to flick its slit with the tip of her tongue. Her free hand found my balls and gently rolled them around.

'I think we can extract something from this,' she said before slidingher mouth all the way down my length and then slowly, so maddeningly slowly, all the way up.

As she plunged down and up she lowered her hips and ground her cunni into my mouth. Her soft thighs caressed my cheeks as I sucked her swollen labia, pressing my tongue deep into her sweet, wet tunnel.

Her legs firmly clamping my head I gently nibbled her fat, tender inner lips making her moan. Firmly her silky flesh sucked and squeezed my manhood making me groan. My hands pressed up and mauled the firm flesh of her boobs. 

Suddenly I felt it blossom within me, start to flow up my shaft toward her waiting mouth. 'I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming . . .' I warned her as her body tensed and began to shake. She gasped for breath. I could hold back no longer. We clutched each other joyfully as my seed erupted into her hot mouth and her fluids flooded around my tongue. 

CHAPTER TEN

A couple of days later and the survey was complete. It was time to fly back to my office and prepare the restructuring plan I had been commissioned to produce. But how was I going to leave Amy? I kept putting off telling her for as long as I could but finally I could postpone it no more.

'You're coming back?' She said.

'Of course. I've got to present my findings in person.'

'How long will you be?'

'Ten days, maybe a fortnight.'

'I'm not sure I can last that long. I'll have to find another man,' she teased, but her heart wasn't in it. 

'Do that and I'll . . ' I tried to keep the mood light.

'Yes, you'll what?' She tried to grin, then collapsed into tears.

Taking her in my arms I tried to console her. 'You knew it was just for my time here. And I always said I would see you were well rewarded for the marvelous joy you have given me.'

'But it was not the money, it was never the money. It was you. I want you. I want to be your woman.'

'But I'm old enough to be your father.'

'So what, Alec? Don't take me for a child. I'm a woman, and have a woman's needs, and that means the man who arouses, provokes, excites me. Who suits me. 

'But think, you're young and full of life, while I'm becoming a little tired.'

'You've been energetic enough for me these last two weeks. I'll keep you up to the mark.'

'Bully!' I tried again to lighten the mood. 'It's promise time. I, Alec, hereby promise you, Amy, that I will return to you as soon as I am able. Provided you, Amy, promise me, Alec, to think very hard about us while I am gone.'

'Agreed, your honour.'

'Right, now sit there. I've got a present for you.'

Finding my briefcase I took a small packet and put it in her hands. Eagerly she tore off the paper wrapping and opened the box. She looked down at the smooth, inch-diameter silver balls with a puzzled expression.

'They're very nice but what are they for, Alec?'

Sitting beside her I lifted her skirt and slid my hand up her thigh. Finding her slit I pushed a finger inside. 'They go in there. They roll around as you move about and make you forget all about me.'

Oh, I think I've heard of these. Chinese balls aren't they.'

'Yes, though Ben Wa is the correct name. Go on, you just pop them in. You can squeeze them out again when I come home.'

Warily she stood up and slowly shuffled around them room. After a few moments her breathing deepened and she walked normally. I could see her nipples hard and proud pushing out her blouse.

Reaching between her legs she took them out. 'Very nice. But can't compare with the real thing. Come here you've got some work to do before I let you leave.' 

'I'm your's to command,' I said, 'at least for tonight. Just one rule. You mustn't let me oversleep and miss my flight.'

'No fear of that,' she replied, 'I'm going to keep you so busy you won't have time for sleep.'

I was a more than willing accomplice in her endeavors, after all I could sleep on the aircraft. Even so, despite my best attentions, I didn't come every time she did. Though, given my age, I acquitted myself well. I covering her with my caresses and kisses - boobs, belly and back; toes, tonsils and thighs; clit and cunni. I was like a man possessed, a man condemned to lose her lovely young body.

The following morning she insisted on accompanying me to the airport, and I made no effort to dissuade her for neither of us wanted to say goodbye - even for a few days.

Once airborne I felt desolate. Why had I not thought to bring Amy with me? 

My mind kept remembering the hours we had spent together, exploring the details; the softness of her breasts; the taste of her nipples between my teeth; how soft and warm her hands on my skin; the joy of her lips against mine. The excitement and plain joy of just being with her. 

Was it love? Who cared what label I put on my feelings for her. Somehow nothing else mattered but caring for her. Why was she interested in me - an older man? No way of knowing, it was one of those mysteries of life.

Finally I decided. Life is too short and uncertain, so the while the intelligent man takes heed and is prepared for what the future my bring, he takes whatever pleasure he can on the way. I was going back to claim Amy as my woman - permanently. 

CHAPTER ELEVEN

By dint of an obsessive burning of the midnight oil I finished the draft plan late Thursday, which enabled me to catch the red-eye back to Amy and the joy of another free weekend together before formally presenting my findings on the Monday. It was raining hard when we landed, which further slowed the rush hour traffic from the airport, though this time I was the one irked by our stuttering progress. 

Eventually the company car deposited me at the apartment. I'd hoped to find Amy waiting for me, but the place was empty. I wasn't unduly disappointed since, wishing to surprise her with my early return, I'd refrained from phoning to say when I was arriving. Probably she'd taken the opportunity to catch up with her life apart from me. 

Dumping my overnight bag, but clutching my laptop and my briefcase with the draft plan, I set out for Strafford's office to check on events during my absence. He welcomed me profusely and relieved to at last have my report. However I detected a slight uncertainty in his manner. Was there something I didn't know? It became clear when I mentioned Amy.

'Sorry I had to let her go,' he said.

'Let her go. What do you mean.'

'Dismiss her. She no longer works for us.'

I felt a sudden icy calm. Everything seemed focussed, slow, deliberate.

'Why?' Was all I could say.

'She seemed fine putting out for you,' he said, 'but rather than let her sit around while you were away I asked her to entertain a couple of visiting firemen. She refused - rather vehemently I'm afraid. Gave me no option but to dismiss her.'

I saw red. 'You what? That wasn't the arrangement. She was for me, and me alone. And what of your promise to fund her education?'

He stepped back. 'She may have thought that, but the money was always dependent on her performing well as a member of our list of girls.'

I barely stopped myself hitting him. Just managing to say, 'Check the plan. I may see you Monday,' as I turned and abruptly left his office. I'm not sure how I avoided slamming the door behind me.

As I left the building I realised I had no aim. Where was I going? What was I going to do? Find Amy - that came first. 

I turned and stormed back to the personnel offices. Fortunately my survey over the last few weeks had made me familiar with their files and I went straight to the employee records and found her home address.

This being no time to ask for company transport I hailed a cab and set out to find her.

It took me to the lower side of town. An area not exactly run down but primarily comprising cheap clapboard boxes on small plots - some of which had been allowed to go to seed, while some showed an attempt to beautify their surroundings. Amy's was a compomise of roughly cut lawn surrounded by beds of annual flowers. 

Telling the cabbie to wait I strode apprehensively up the path to the front door. 

The woman who answered my anxious knock was an older version of Amy dressed in a red silk shirt and faded blue jeans, but minus the glasses. Trim and well preserved I put her at about four years younger than my forty plus.

'Mrs. Stark?'

'Miss Stark. But it's no good your trying to sell me anything.'

Miss, not Mrs or even Miz. Had she never married Amy's father? 'I'm no salesman.' I told her, 'I'm looking for Adeke.'

'Oh! Well I'm not sure. Who shall I say wants her?'

'Alec. Alec Johns.' 

There was no reaction to my name. It seemed Amy had not told her about us. She looked at me doubtfully. 'You'll have to wait. She's been out for a run and now she's cleaning up in the shower. I'll ask if she can see you.'

She retreated into the house. To hell with manners, I followed her down the corridor until she turned a corner at the end and I heard her thump on a door. 'Visitor for you, dear. Says he's called Alex, or John, or some such.'

There was a muffled screech followed by a bang as the door was flung back. A figure hurtled round the corner hastily fastening the sash of its thin bathrobe. 

'Alec!' Her hair was wet and sticking out everyway, her eyes were wide with excitement.

'Hold on,' I dropped my brief case and bent to put down my lap top as she flung her arms around me. I could smell her feminine scent, see her parted lips, then our mouths glued themselves together. She pressed her body tightly against me letting me feel her hard nipples through her robe and my shirt as her breasts thrust solidly against my chest.

An age later there was a cough from behind Amy. 'And what's all this?'

Amy pulled back a little. 'Mom, this is Alec.'

'We've met. And what are you Alec?'

'As of now, her boss,' I said. 

Amy looked questioningly at me. 

'I meant what I said,' I told her. 'I've got your contract in my briefcase. It only needs you to sign it. Forget Strafford for the moment, we can discuss him later - you've probably got a case for wrongful dismissal. Anyway everything you were promised is in the contract, including leave of absence on full pay while you are at college.'

'And what's this job? And how much does it pay?' Miss Stark senior asked.

'Don't worry, Mom. It's all agreed.'

'Let's not make it a secret,' I said, not wanting to upset her mother. 

Turning I told her parent. 'She's been learning to become my assistant, helping me with business surveys. Salary is the going rate - around five times what she was getting.'

'And is that all, and when did it start?' Her mother was suspicious.

'Not now, Mom. I'll tell you later.'

'Mr. Johns would you mind waiting in here,' she opened the door to what appeared a sitting room. 'Adeke, you come with me.'

I knew just what was happening. Amy was being interrogated about our relationship and then being advised not to make the mistake her mother had made. If I knew my Amy, and I reckoned I did, she would just dig in her heels and be her own person. 

After five minutes the door opened and Miss Stark senior stood looking at me.

'I strongly disapprove. But she's always done her own thing, so I can't stop her. But if you hurt her, or desert her, I'll see you live to regret it.' 

She really was very like her daughter. Perhaps if I'd met her first things would have been different and she'd be the one sharing my bed.

'You may rest assured I'm as concerned about her as much as you, if not more. She will never be hurt by me.'

'So you say. I have an appointment I must keep so I will say good day to you - for now.' With that she turned and left the house.

The front door had no sooner closed than Amy reappeared drying her hair. Gently I pulled her close, took the large towel from her and started to rub her head. She pressed her hand against my crotch and commenced massaging my already rampant cock. Her lips curled up in that typical impish grin. 'Feels as if you could do with some relief.'

'How did you guess?'

'Because I'm psychic, you fool.'

'And you don't want to play?'

'Of course I do. Can't you guess how much I need you inside me, stretching and filling me.'

'Well, what are we waiting for?'

'For you to serve your sentence. You made me wait; you left me alone; now it's your turn. Maybe, if you're extra good, you can have me this evening.' 

'Impudent hussy. After all the tuition and exercise I gave you. Without me you'd still be wondering what it was like having your bones jumped.'

'Delusions of grandeur. However I'll mitigate your punishment. You may kiss me.'

Dropping the towel I put my arms around her and impatiently pressed my lips against her's. As my tongue found its way into a warm mouth and traced along her teeth one of her hands cupped my balls, while the other grasped my erection through the material of my trousers and firmly stroked me. I very nearly came on the spot.

The minx, I wasn't going to let her get away with that. I wedged a foot between her's and, forcing her legs apart, thrust my hand inside her robe rubbing her engorged labia with my fingers. She was wringing wet, and not from the shower.

My balls were aching. My need for her was almost unbearable. No way was I waiting until the evening. I broke the kiss and pushed us apart. 

'Teasing time is over missy. I'm taking you now, with or without your co-operation.'

She gave a low laugh. 'That's my macho boss.'