1 comments/ 39192 views/ 2 favorites Derailed Ch. 01 By: Uncle South Loop Sally, my regular assistant knew. Whenever she was out, I emphatically repeat my standing order to each temporary replacement. Calls from Mrs. Beatrice Hollingsworth Smyth were to be given the highest priority and it was extremely imperative, even if I were on another call, I was to be immediately interrupted and notified even if I was out of the office or at home sick If they asked, I'd tell them only that Mrs. Smyth was a valued client as well as grandmother of my college roommate and closest friend. The real truth was that she was the source of my livelihood and success. It was my most guarded secret. I met Mrs. Smyth my sophomore year in college, when I'd accepted Jeff's invitation to spend break at his parent's home. As her grandson's friend, she'd accepted me with more than her usual well-bred courtesy. Our relationship deepened when Jeff and I continued on to graduate school together and after when we both accepted jobs at J. P. Brighten Investments. After serving the mandatory years of apprenticeship, Jeff wound up in the Investment Bond department. Knowing my first choice was being a stockbroker, he told his grandmother and she became THE client I needed to get started. Mrs. Smyth, as matriarch of an old eastern seaboard family, was very wealthy. Our personal tie, added to my need to establish myself, provided more than enough incentive for me to work hard. Recognizing my good fortune, I placed my personal life on hold and devoted all my waking hours to my work. My efforts paid off. Mrs. Smyth's portfolio outperformed both industry benchmarks and the firm's internal standards. My patron was very appreciative and was soon sending me referrals. Five years later, my combined portfolios totaled $200 million with my commissions far exceeding the personal ten-year goal I'd set for myself. At thirty years old, I'd achieved financial success that many older brokers still only dreamt of. Though I'd achieved professional success, it's come at the expense of having a personal life. I wanted both and it bothered me that the one excluded the other. My dilemma remained constantly in my thoughts. Lately, it always surfaced in the few sparse minutes I allowed each day for personal reflection. I hadn't been able to shape a plan for the how and the when for getting to my personal objective. Monday, I was four hours into my normal six-teen hour day on when Mrs. Smyth called, "Good morning, Mrs. Smyth, how are you?" "I'm just fine, Garrett. Thank you. How are you?" "Great! The Dow's already 30 up points today, I'm betting it'll go higher. You'll be pleased with the results when it does." "I'm sure I will, you've never let me down. But, I'm not calling for an update. I may have another client for you, but I'm not totally sure it'd be wise for you to take her on." Her remark left me somewhat puzzled. Unlike my other clients, due to our relationship, our calls were usually a mix of business and personal matters. My family was mid-western middle class and I'd learned to tell which of the two she was on from the tone of her voice. This time, I wasn't sure and asked, "Why?" "Because I think of you as more than my broker and the last thing I'd ever want is to do anything that might hurt you. I'm not as familiar with this woman as the others I've sent to you and she's closer to your age than any I've sent you." "I don't understand. You know I design investment strategies to personally fit each of my clients." "Just like you, Garrett, always the professional. It's what I admire about you, but in this instance, I fear it's what makes you vulnerable." "Vulnerable?" "Yes. You're so dedicated to your work that you don't get out much. Are you dating anyone yet?" "No. But, I'm trying Mrs. Smyth, I really am." I lied. "It's OK, Garrett. I believe you. It's not just that I'm nosey. I'm just concerned for your welfare. And, getting back to the point, the prospect I've in mind is an extremely attractive divorcee, late thirties and there are some rumors floating around about her." "Rumors? Financial problems?" "No, I'm certain she's very solid financially. The rumors pertain to her life style. Specifically, to her sexual conduct" I smiled in replying, "I appreciate your concern as I do our friendship. But, I may not be as naïve as you think. Other than you, of course, I follow the old rule of never mixing business with pleasure. It's work for me and I've no desire to stop. Should I call her or will she call me?" "I'll give her your card, but only if you promise to be careful." "I promise I'll be careful...VERY careful. If things don't feel right, I'll make some excuse for not taking her on." "Fine, Garrett. Just remember what I've told you and keep me posted. Her name is Amelia Thorne." "I'll remember, Mrs. Smyth. I will. Amelia like the lost woman aviator pilot" "Yes." I hung up the phone, curious about Mrs. Smith's comments. Though well into her seventies, Mrs. Smyth had lost nothing mentally. I was certain her description of Ms. Thorne would prove true. But, I'd some doubt of the rumors for I knew how malicious the very rich could be overly judgmental of one of their own. It was highly probable that the rumors were planted by women who envied the youth and looks of Ms Thorne. I told Sally to send Mrs. Smyth a case of the expensive port I knew she was fond of, dictating the wording of the card to be included. While I was secure in our relationship and we'd never brought the subject up, I was sure she was well aware that she was the major source of my success. I hoped she'd deem the gift more as one of friendship than of homage. Amelia Thorne called Tuesday and made an appointment to meet at my office that afternoon. Our phone conversation was short and wholly business-like. I was expecting her to have a sultry sexy voice but she'd been brief and her tone was reserved leaving me to expect a normal arms-length relationship. Sally came to my office at 1:30, instead of using the phone to announce Ms. Thorne's arrival. Her face wore a beaming smile in announcing, "I know you're REALLY going to want to sign this one up." I smiled back in response, "I was told she was an attractive lady. But, looks aren't are hardly a new client consideration." "This one might be an exception." Entering the reception area, I found both Mrs. Smyth's and Sally's assessments were completely accurate. One quick glance at her jewelry and clothing convinced me of her wealth. Taking her fully in I thought that if there were just one single woman created to be adorned in only the finest, that woman would was Amelia Thorne. She was stunningly beautiful. I walked directly to her and held out my hand, "Ms. Thorne, I'm Garret Tomlin. It's a pleasure to meet you." Her eyes met mine as she firmly clasped my hand, "A pleasure to meet you too, Garret. Please call me Amelia." She rose from the chair and seemed to scan my entire body as I was admiring hers. She'd her dark brown hair drawn back in a French twist accentuating her striking features of deep blue eyes, full lips and a creamy complexion. Her beige low-cut V-necked dress appeared to be of soft cashmere. Flawlessly tailored to cover and tastefully reveal her appealing woman's shape beneath. The dress ended above the knees of her well-formed, white-stocking clad legs. I turned slightly and extended my arm out towards the hallway I'd come from, "My office is this way. Can I get you something to drink while we talk...coffee...soda...water?" "No thank you, nothing now. Maybe later." Walking down the hall, Amelia drew stares from all my fellow employees that we passed. Obviously accustomed to long looks, she strode smoothly along with a smile the only sign of acknowledgement to the double takes. I enjoyed some spill over attention and was sure there'd be queries later from my co-workers. I began with Amelia as I did with all new clients, providing the usual information on J. P. Brighten and supplying reports showing the firm's and my own ability to outperform the market. She listened attentively and asked appropriate questions. When I finished the "canned" portion of our meeting, she said, "Garrett, I've $20 million to invest." She waited, but I didn't make any reaction to the figure. Instead, I calmly responded, "Amelia, the firm, and I as your broker, would naturally be very happy to have you as a client. Can I provide you with some references?" "No, Mrs. Smyth and a few of her friends have given me all the references I need. They speak very highly of you." "That's always good to hear. I'll need two things from you to get things rolling. One is the standard client contract and the other is a questionnaire that'll help design an investment strategy tailored just for your needs." I bent forward in sliding both forms the front edge of my desk before her. Instead of picking them up, Amelia leaned forward to look at both. Her dress top billowed out giving me a good look down inside. Her half bra barely covered her nipples leaving the top arcs of her surrounding red circles peeking out above. She made a quick scan that ended so abruptly that I was caught looking. Embarrassed, I snapped back as fast as I could. Instead of being offended, she settled back in her chair with a smile of amusement. I held my composure through a few passing seconds of silence before she commented, "I'll need run the contract by my attorney. I'm sure it'll be fine and I'll be able to sign. I should have it and the completed questionnaire in a few days." "Good. Please call me if you've any problems. Any other questions?" "Yes, I've several about you. They're personal. I'm sure you'll understand my need to learn about someone I'd be intrusting the major potion of my assets with." "Of course. Ask away." Amelia glanced as she began, "You've only art hanging in you office, there's no personal. Are you married or seeing someone seriously?" I thought it best to lie, "Not at the present. I was, but it ended amicably some time ago. She and I went our separate ways." "That happens, to some of us more than others. Do you know that I'm divorced?" I continued my deception, "No, I didn't. I'm sorry. While I've been neither married or divorced, I've heard divorce can be very unpleasant." "It can be. Mine was. But, once it was finally over and done with, I learned that life after divorce very rewarding. There were no children to cause complication. Fortunately, I've remained financially comfortable and enjoyed excellent health with no need re-open the settlement." "That's good to hear. Now that we're on the subject, I have to ask because it's not on the questionnaire and could be important for your investment strategy. Is there a chance you'd be remarrying in the near future?" Still wearing her amusing smile she answered, "No chance now and I feel it's unlikely that I'd even consider marriage again for at least 5 years. I enjoy being unattached and completely free to do whatever I want." She hesitated as if talking time to carefully choose her words before continued, "Forgive me, Garrett. I didn't mean to sound cynical. I believe marriage works for some people very well, but not for everyone. It's just NOT for me now or in the near future. I'm having too much fun which I'm sure, with you being an attractive young single man, you understand." "I do." I answered quickly, responding as any male would in receiving a compliment from such a beautiful and exceptionally attractive woman. "I'm SURE you do. I don't want to bore you with the story of my life, but my divorce opened up a whole new world for me. I'd led a very sheltered youth and was a naïve virgin when I married. It was only after it was over, that I learned how good sex could be. I really LIKE having money, but I LOVE fucking. By staying unattached, I can fuck anyone, anywhere, choose, anytime I want." So shocked by both her statement and the nonchalant manner of delivery, I could neither speak nor keep from showing surprise on my face. She stared at me with her amusing smile thru the ensuing silence only to finally break it with, "I've one more request, it's personal and I ask out of my overly cautious nature. I need to be sure that you're as healthy as you look. There's a service I've used called On Site Medical Care. If you don't mind, I'd like them to come and give you a physical. They'll do it here in your office at your convenience. I'll pick up the charges, of course. Will you do it?" Recovering from shock and thinking of the $20MIL, I agreed, "No objection here. In fact, it's been a while since my last physical. I could use one." "Good. I'll have them call you and I'll get going on the contract and questionnaire. I've no more questions. Is there anything we need cover?" "No, that'll do it for now." Amelia drew more long stares as I walked her out. My mind was still spinning from our meeting. Needing a little time to clear it, I purposely nearly ran back to my office to avoid being stopped by any colleges who'd seen me with her. I made it back and closed my office door. I needed a full hour to sort through my rambling thoughts of Amelia, her shocking statements, her unusual request, and Mrs. Smyth's warning. Refocusing, I followed standard company procedure and ordered a credit report on Amelia. I worked late to make up for lost time. On Site Medical Care called me the next morning and gave me a physical, including drawing blood samples in 30 minutes that afternoon. Amelia's credit report arrived later to verify she had $20 Mil and showing where it was held. I felt certain I could beat the return her funds were now earning and had services create an account in her name. In addition to liquid funds, Amelia owned a home in Wellington and a condo in the city. I used a map and found Wellington was a small suburb on the far fringe of the city. I recognized the condo address and knew it was in a very exclusive area. I opened a new client file folder, wrote "Amelia" on the tab and put it in my desk drawer. I didn't touch it for five days when the market decided to take a wild roller coaster ride, bouncing up and down several hundred points. I worked long hours Wednesday thru Saturday, spent Sunday resting at home and returned Monday for two more hectic days. Wednesday the market finally stabilized and I went home at 5:00 to get some needed rest. The calm remained into Thursday. Amelia called shortly after 1:30, "Hi, Garret. It's me, Amelia. How are you?" "I'm fine today, Amelia. The market's been wild for days, but has finally settled down. How are you?" "I'm doing well, thank you. I'm calling to let you know my attorneys have given their OK on our contract. But, I'm having some difficulties with your questionnaire." "I've the time now if you want to go over them." "We could. I'm staying at my condo downtown and, if you can come over, we could take care of both tonight. Are you free?" Immediately feeling excited about seeing her again, I quickly accepted, "I'm free. What time?" I let her give me the address I already knew. Hanging up, I was excited, having already calculated her account would boost in my commission income by 20%. Amelia, being who and what she was, offered a professional challenge and a personal one. I was confident of meeting the first and a little unsure of the second. Arriving promptly at 6:00, I felt prepared to expect her little ploys purposely meant to rattle me. But, when Amelia opened her door with her hair down, wearing a long, silk robe under clearly showing she was braless, I faltered. She caught the admiring sweep of my eyes to give me her amusing smile. I pretended ignorance and passed in avoiding brushing against her in the narrow entry hall to her living room sneaking a single sideways glance at her jiggling firm breasts. I made the obligatory compliment on her condo, refused her offer of a martini and asked for a glass of water instead. My choice made her lose her smile for a second. It quickly returned as she complied with my choice and poured vodka on ice for her. The two documents lay on the coffee table and we sat, with the sides of our legs touching, on the nearby sofa. Amelia waited to sign the contract until I'd arrived. The questionnaire, basic to formulating her investment plan, took time to go over. I somehow managed to keep focused despite our touching legs, inhaling her scent and her frequent body shifts – brushing against me in leaning forward and sitting back while I remained hunched over the papers with my forearms resting on my legs. An hour later, when nearing the final stage of the process, my concentration started to wane. Amelia's shifting had loosened her silk robe to uncover her legs to mid-thigh and slide up above her robe's belt. When she now leaned forward, the material billowed out giving me a clear view bared breasts. Amelia stayed bent forward for the last few questions and seemed to relish seeing me unable to refrain from taking several peeks at her exposed nakedness. She pushed closer, slid her arm under mine and started rubbing my inner thigh. I responded and saw her eyes dart to my crouch to see that I'd an erection straining against my shorts and pants. My composure was giving way. I rushed us through the last few questions and she asked, "Are we done?" "For tonight, yes. I'll need to open your account and draft a format investment plan that you'll need to sign. To speed things up I could fax it to you, answer any questions you might have over the phone you could sign it and fax it back to me. I assumed you'll be transferring funds by wire and will leave you with wiring instructions" Her hand rubbed inner thigh more firmly as she commented, "Good, then we're finished. Sure you don't want a drink now, to toast our new relationship?" "No, thank you. I really should be going so I can start in early tomorrow on the paperwork for your account." It was a conveniently valid excuse - one I hoped would enable me to make a quick escape even wit ha hard-on. Gathering the papers from the table into my brief case, Amelia tightened her grip to keep me from standing. In a taunting tone, she said, "I know your clients appreciate your devotion to their needs, but you should take time to 'smell the roses'. After all, you've landed my account. Since you won't celebrate with a drink, I've something else you might like to do even more." Leaning in to kiss me, her hand covered my erection and stroked my hardness. Pressing harder, she opened my mouth, snaked her tongue in to lick my lips and explore my mouth. My resistance dissolved along with the thought of escape. Amelia suddenly broke off, sprang up and let her robe slide off. Seeing her completely naked above me, I gasped and fell back into the sofa. With her amusing smile, she looked down and continued, "We're both adults, both our recent blood test were totally and I know you want me as much as I want you. Say it for me, Garrett. Say you want to fuck me." I cried out, "Yes!!!!" "Yes what, Garrett?" Yes, I want to fuck you! Please!" Amelia beamed in sheer delight, spread her legs and dropped her knees to the sofa on either side of my legs saying, "Good, Garrett, good! I've been wet for the last hour." Creeping forward, she sat back on my legs and leaned forward to kiss me again. I felt her tugs removing my tie, unbuttoning and pulling out my shirttails. She brushed my bare chest before pressing into me. I felt her nipples squish against me as she kissed harder. Pushing and rubbing into me sparked my own desire. I swiped my hands down the soft bare skin of Amelia's sides and across her back. She broke away, took my hands in hers and brought them over her breasts saying, "Please, my tits are begging for attention." I swathed and squeezed her supple twins then took her nipples between the tips of my thumbs and fingers. She did the same to mine. Both sets hardened from our tweaking. She bent to suck mine. In response, I pinched her fully swollen tips. Derailed Ch. 01 Leaning away, Amelia breathed, "Suck mine." I eagerly obeyed and she softly moaned as I lapped and sucked. Her breathing labored, her hands flayed over my back, my neck and through my hair. With surprising strength, she grabbed my shoulders, shoved me sideways and twisted me to my back. My legs swung onto the sofa as she, still straddling me between her legs, bent over to frantically undo and unzip my pants. She yanked my pants and shorts to my knees. Positioning herself above me, she clenched my shaft, aligned it to her opening and sank slowly down. "Oh...yes...your cock feels soooooooo gooood." Amelia squealed, taking me into her velvety hot channel. Slicing in, my hard cock easily parted then was engulfed by her slick spongy inner walls. Full impaled, she rolled her hips exclaiming, "Gawd, nothing like a hard cock in my pussy!" Her savoring lasted but seconds before she planted her hands on either side of me. Bending forward with nipples grazing my chest, she edged up my cock. Stopping with only my bulbous head left in, she rammed back down. With a third fierce thrust, I clamped her breasts and held on. Amelia's body jerked and held on the fifth down stroke screaming, "OH GAWD, YESSSSSSSSSSSS!" Amelia's hot spurt burst over my cock's head and oozed into our coupling. Her body's tremors vibrating into mine. Pausing only until her orgasm calmed, she resumed her ardent thrusting. Her second gush triggered me. My first spurt so strong, I bucked up lifting us both off the sofa. She matched my spurts with more of her own. Her upper body collapsed on me. I wrapped my arms around her and felt her panting breath gusting against the side of my head. I held her tight until we both calmed. Amelia lifted up, planting her forearms on my chest, kissed me and said, "Garrett that was one INCREDIBLE fuck! Wanna do it again?" We both laughed and I answered, "You bet. But, I need a little time to recharge." She giggled then teased, "I know. I can feel." Rising back up, she lifted her body slowly. My shrinking cock plopped out, releasing a stream of our mingled cum. Amelia caught the leaking sticky cream on her hand fingers. She lifted her drenched fingers to her open mouth and sucked emitting an "Ummmm". Withdrawing her cleaned fingers with a smack, she offered, "Mixed cum is sooooooo delicious. Have a taste." She scraped up another coat on her fingers and brought it to my open mouth. I sucked and swallowed the salty mix thinking I'd how I'd accept anything this beautiful creature offered me and said, "We both taste delicious." "Yes, we do." She giggled back, swiping over her still dripping center and skimming my shriveling cock to recoat her fingers. Smearing it on my stomach and chest, she added, "I just love EVERYTHING about fucking. I even like the way cum smells, tastes and feels." Bounding off me onto the floor, Amelia laughed looked down at me. I did too, realizing how I must look. My shoes and socks still on. My pants and shorts bunched up at my ankles. The top half of my body was cum-smeared. My arms were still in my shirt and suit coat, the backs crumpled beneath my weight. When our laughter waned, she said, "We both need some cleaning up. I've a huge shower that's just what we need." Derailed Ch. 02 After helping rid me of my clothes, Amelia took my hand and led me to her bathroom. The shower, as promised, was huge with eight spray heads and a bench. I washed her first, applying gobs of shower gel to smear and spread over her body. She wriggled with glee in my paying extra attention to her breasts, rear cheeks, ass and slit. Rinsing off the lather, I planted kisses all over her body. When it was her turn, she enthusiastically returned the favor leaving my crotch for last. Kneeling, she lathered my balls and cock and worked them thoroughly with her hands. I stiffened and after the water rinsed the suds off, she glanced up and took me into her mouth. She greedily sucked, nibbled and flailed me my hard cock with her tongue. She paused then slowly took in my full length. I closed my eyes at the sensation of the ridges of my domed head passing into and then out of her throat. Releasing me suddenly, she rose then bent over with her legs spread and hands planted on the bench inviting me to, "Take me from behind." I stepped up and ran my domed head up the length of her heated, slick slit and a deeply hidden primal instinct in me rose. I clutched the sides of her hips, firmed my stance and jabbed my full cock into her. Amelia yelped from the stabbing invasion of her pussy. Filled with a primordial desire, I took her hard in the spraying shower completely overwhelmed by my own want. I viciously banged away nearly lifting her body up with my thrusts. My consciousness faded, muting her moans and screams echoing the sound of shooting water. I was shocked back with the first jolting spurt of my release. I froze pressed against Amelia's quaking ass, my cock spewing cum deep inside her convulsing pussy. The spraying shower waters brought us both back with our hands braced on the shower walls for needed support. Only after I'd shrunk and fallen out, was she able to move. Instead of being angered, by my brutal assault of her body, she embraced, kissed and thanked me profusely. On shaky legs, we'd cleaned up again, dried off and staggered to her bed where we'd collapsed and fell immediately asleep. It was still night when I woke. Spooned against Amelia's backside, pressed against her warm nakedness, inhaling her scent and feeling her breathing. My first thoughts were those of the previous hours - vivid images of Amelia and I with our sounds and our two bodies linked in passion. I held onto them as long as I could before succumbing to rising awareness. Fucking Amelia had to be THE most incredible sexual experience I'd ever known. That she'd seduced me into our first coupling and encouraged our second in the shower was beyond my wildest fantasies. I'd broken my 'no personal relationships with clients' rule, but hadn't the slightest regret. She was the most gorgeous woman I'd ever met, let alone fucked. Opening my eyes, the lights from the city below streamed through the curtain-less window casting an incandescent glow on the room. I lifted my upper body, planted my elbow on the bed and propped my head up in my hand after bending my elbow. The pale light gave the gentle slopes and valleys of Amelia's supple body a soft glow that I found irresistible. I lifted my other hand from her limp grasp and brought it gently to her waist then swept it over the top of her smooth upturned hip, down her leg and back up to her top breast. Lightly using my fingertips, I brushed the kush edges of her breast and swept in small circles to slowly close in on her nipple. Amelia cuddled back against me sleepily murmuring, "Ummmm, Enjoying yourself?" "Very much. Do you mind?" I continued my feathery strokes, sweeping through her chest's valley to her other breast, continuing my feathery stroking. "Not in the least. Your hand is warm and your touch is so gentle." When her other nipple puffed against my fingertips, I swerved down over the ridge of her ribs, crossed her stomach and scaled up onto her rise below in replying, "Good I'm glad. You're the most incredibly beautiful and sensuous woman I've ever known. I feel guilty about the way I took you in the shower. I never lost control like that before. I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry. I REALLY did enjoy it. I'd of stopped you if I you were hurting me. Being fucked that rough was a surprise. I wouldn't want it that way everyday, but as a change of pace, it added some extra pleasure." I listened with my head turned to Amelia's face while swathing over her smooth mound, reversing direction when touching the two points of hipbones. "I still feel the need to make amends...prove to you that I can be tender lover too." "What do you have in mind?" "I'd like you to just lay back and let me explore your gorgeous body with my hands and mouth." "Mmmmmmmmmmm, that sounds delicious. Can I touch your body a little at the same time?" "That'd be fine, but let's both try to take it slow and easy." "I think I can do that." She said in turning over and drawing her far leg up to plant her foot down on the bed. I ran my hand up her velvety inner thigh and felt her fingers brush my stirring cock and delve lightly down to cup my balls. Intent on staying controlled, I blocked out her touch and leaned in to give her a short tender kiss on the lips while gliding my hand down her to lightly swipe between her legs. Bending in with wetted lips, I gave each nipple a pecking soft suck and then rose to my knees beyond her reach. She remarked, "This could be harder than I thought." Savoring both budding nipples with my lips and tongue, I stroked her warming slit. I pulled away to suggest, "I'll try to make it easier on you. Roll over for me. Show me your lovely backside." "Yes, sir," she said in obeying, crossing her arms over her pillow and dropping her head . Starting on the backs of her calves, I made one slow caressing stroke up her thighs, smooth cheeks, back, neck, shoulders and upper arms. I gently kneaded her shoulder muscles and she asked, "You giving me a massage?" "Sort of like one, but one I plan to enjoy giving just as much as I hope you'll like receiving." I spread my fingers and veered out to skim the edges of her flattened breasts then drifted down over her back stopping at atop the twin smooth rear cheeks. I plied the plush pair, lowering my mouth to kiss and suck in several small tufts of skin with my lips. Amelia released muffled purr of approval, "Ummmm". I slid a hand between her legs to find what I'd hoped for. She was warm, yet not yet puffed and damp. I gently patted her pussy then lifted away to hobble sideways down to her feet. I grabbed one, lifted it to my mouth and slowly licked the bottom. Bending it back, I sucked each toe. In repeating the process on her other foot, Amelia tossed back, "That feels so good. No one's ever sucked my toes before. Do you have a foot fetish?" I smiled in answering, "Not really. I just wanted to feel and taste every inch of your body." "Every inch?" "Completely." "Sounds heavenly." she cooed as I dropped her foot and spread her legs to run my hands up the backs of her legs and thighs. I stopped, unable to resist a second fondling of her ass cheeks. I pulled a cheek aside, whetted a finger and touched her puckered anus. Amelia winced at my touch, "Be careful." I pulled away, "Sorry, I didn't think you'd mind." "No, it's OK" "Go ahead, just be do it slowly. I'll tell you if I don't like it." Doing as told, I amply rewetted my finger and smeared around the wrinkled rim of her small hole. Increasing pressure with each swirl relaxed her surrounding muscle and I inched my fingertip in up to the first knuckle. As I delicately twirled and worked my finger in, I bent over to kiss her cheeks, the backs of her thighs and knees. . When I tried a slow withdrawal of my finger, Amelia clench it tight and protested " No! That feels good. Another finger would be even better." "Some other time, lover. That's a promise. It'll give us both something to think about for next time." "Damned, Garrett! You're such a tease! You sound sure there'll be a next time." "I REALLY hope so. Being with you tonight has...er... IS wonderful. I hope there's a next time." "I do to." She relaxed and I pulled my finger out causing her moaning objection of, "Awwww" Not getting any promise, for the future, from Amelia served to encourage my resolve to remain controlled and make the most of the present. I repositioned my legs and arch my back to kiss my way up her smooth back while lowering my hips to rub my stiff cock and balls around and over her ass as I kissed her neck and shoulders. Amelia gasped, "Oh god, Garrett." Her response of enjoyment strengthened my resolve to pleasure her more. I lifted up and off her telling her to, "Roll back over" I lay down on my side next to her and twisted my body in to kiss her. She leaned into me, pulled the back of my head, press our lips together and jabbed her tongue into my mouth to thrash mine. I felt her hand snake between us to fondle my balls and cock. Our kiss grew urgently hard as her tongue flailed in my mouth and her hand started pumping my cock hard. My control threatened, I broke the kiss and wrenched away to trap her right nipple with my lips, suck it and stretch it up. Amelia's loud groan echoed of the walls. Releasing her one nipple with smack, I suckled her twin in the same manner before laying a trail of kisses down the center of her body. Amelia emitted whimpering pants. I purposely halted my trail at the mound below her waist, shuffled back down, grabbed a foot and kissed the top. Recovering control, I leisurely worked my lips and hands up one leg savoring the taste of her skin. Catching the strong musky scent of her arousal, I glanced up to see she was plying her breasts with her hands and taunting her peaked nipples. I backed down and repeated my ascent up her other leg. I spread Amelia's legs and pushed my chest into her heated, now wet core and rubbed. I laid another trail of kisses down the center of stomach in retreating back, halting with my nose a mere few inches above her pussy. I gazed at her puffy darkened groove, now glistening with seepage. Stabbing my tongue tip deep into her drenched entry, I twirled it around before dragging it up through her crease. When my nose touched something hard. I lifted my head and brought my hands up to part her fleshy folds with my thumbs. My nose had bumped into Amelia's clit that was larger than any woman I'd ever been with. Swollen hard, it rose up nearly full inch. Thrilled with my discovery, I stuck my tongue full out and circled it with the tip then lashed across it. Amelia's body shuddered and she groaned, "Oh...yes...Garrett...yes." Taking the stiff nubbin between my lips, I inserted two fingers into her slick entry below and made a dual attack of pumping my fingers and slathering her love bud. Amelia's writhed furiously in response and her loud guttural shrieks echoed off the walls, "Ohhhhhhhh...gaaawwwd...I'm cummming!" She clamped my fingers when her hot juice gushed out on my two buried fingers. I redoubled my dual assault, plummeting her clit with my mouth and sped up my pumping fingers. Amelia let out an ear-piercing scream with her second bed-shaking orgasm. I pulled my sticky fingers, licked off and swallowed her salty flow before drilling my tongue into her to greedily gather more. Feeling fully redeemed, I straightened up and shuffled forward lifting her leg to rest on my shoulder. I pulled on her leg to bring her hips off the bed, bent my steely hard cock and guided it to her entryway to slip the mushroomed head in. Amelia, propped up on her elbows, glared down and exclaim, "Yes, Garrett. FUCK ME! " No longer needed for steering, I set my hand down on her pelvis and stretched my thumb out touch the tip of her clit peeking out between her puffed ridges. Very slowly, I pushed into Amelia's heated velvety channel. Her spongy walls parted easily, clinging to and soothing the stretched skin of my cock as it pressed in. Unable to move her body, Amelia stared intently down to watch my shaft fully disappear until her damp puffy pussy lips squashed against my body. I paused. Her upper body and head dropped back as she said, "You cock feels soooooooooo good." Amelia whimpered when I started to inch back out. Pinned down by my hand, she tried following by scooting down but I was the stronger. She abandoned resistance, allowing me to fuck her with slow and easy thrusts. I taunted her clit with one hand and used the other paw and squeeze her breasts. When her pussy clenched my cock on my backstrokes, I pinched her nipples. I varied the pace of my strokes, watching Amelia writhe in pleasure beneath me. She screamed again as her third orgasm quaked her body and burst over plunging cock. Getting closer to my own release, I increased the tempo and force of my thrusts. Amelia, her body still trembling in after-shock, plead, "Finish in my mouth Garrett!" I pulled out, let her leg fall off my shoulder and scrambling up over her body on my knees. She bent up from the waist and grabbed my ass to pull my throbbing cock into her mouth just as I felt the burning sliver shoot up my shaft. I fell forward, flinging my hands out against the wall just as my first burst spewed in Amelia's mouth. Though it was the third time tonight, my release seemed equal to the earlier two in amount and intensity. The tip of my cock was engulfed in a sticky pool of cum and Amelia's saliva. Her lips firmly puckered just beneath my cock's domed head, she took each spurt. Her tongue rubbed my cock's underside several times as she swallowed. Her thumb and forefinger clenched my shaft, pumping out all I had. My body ceased jerking and I relaxed. Her mouth told her I was through and she softened her puckered lips as my cock began to shrink. She released me slowly with a little pop as my cock exited her lips. To make sure she'd gotten every last drop, she lapped her tongue over my tip. When calmed enough, I backed off her and wriggled down to take her in my arms. I kissed her, tasting my own discharge on her lips. We lazed in the after glow, locked in an embraced and kissing until sleep overtook our weariness. I woke again in the dawn's early light, prodded by my internal clock and carefully crept from bed and out to the living room. After redressing in my rumpled clothes and gathering up Amelia's papers into my briefcase; I carried my shoes to the kitchen, found a pen and wrote on a note pad of paper: 'Amelia, last night with you was amazing. Thank you, Garrett' Leaving my shoes and briefcase near the door, I silently padded back to the bedroom. I laid my note on the pillow next to Amelia's head and left without disturbing her. Derailed Ch. 03 I floated home, riding atop an emotional high like none I’d never known. The exhilaration lingered on as I readied for another day of work and left for the office. Only by immersing myself into to drafting Amelia’s investment plan. I faxed her plan over at 9:30, anticipating she’d make few if any changes, and then turned immediately to making a list of her initial portfolio buys. Just before noon, Amelia faxed back the signed plan without changes with a handwritten note on the cover sheet, “Garrett, I’ve signed the plan as is. The way you conducted yourself last night convinced me that you’re a person I can trust. I’m excited about our future relationship, Amelia.’ In my first quick read, I thought I detected a cleverly disguised double meaning in the words of her note – the second pertaining to what we’d shared. It was possible that wishful thinking was making me read something that really wasn’t there. I was still bothered by how Amelia had made no promise of future meetings. Needing to hurry and place buy orders before the market closed, I put thoughts of Amelia and her note aside. Aided by the list, I got them all in. I worked late to get caught up on my other client’s accounts before leaving for the weekend. I couldn’t help breaking my normal “recharge the batteries” weekend routine. I called Amelia twice both on Saturday and Sunday, but only reached her answering machine and did not hear back. Afraid of missing her return call, I didn’t go out the entire weekend. I went to the office even earlier than normal on Monday and buried myself in work. At ten, Mrs. Smyth called. After exchanging our usual greetings, she asked, “Garrett, have you heard from Amelia Thorne?” “Yes I did. We’ve met twice and she’s placed her account with me. Thanks again. As always, I really appreciate your referrals.” “That’s great, Garrett. You’ve always done well for my friends and I. But, what I’d really like to know is what did you think of her?” “She’s exactly what you told me, well off financially and a very beautiful woman.” “That she is. Did she do or say anything inappropriate to you?” “No, it was all strictly business between us.” If I were Pinocchio, my nose would have shot out. “Good, Garrett. But, please be very careful with her. If the rumors are true, I fear she might seduce and hurt you.” I faked a laugh in replying, “No need to worry. Our relationship is strictly a business one.” Thankfully, my nose remained the same length. “For your sake, I hope it stays that way. Well, enough of my nosey prying. I’m looking forward to seeing you Wednesday night at the charity dinner.” “Me too, Mrs. Smyth. I’ll see you then.” Hanging up I breathed a sigh of relief. I’d completely forgotten about Wednesday night and had managed cover my lapse. The dinner was a yearly event for Mrs. Smyth’s favorite charity. Aware of ‘who buttered my bread’, it’d been a month since I’d returned the invitation with a check for my dinner. I’d added an additional $5,000 donation check. I knew Mrs. Smyth, as a trustee, would get a list of contributions received. The dinner was held at Chesterfield Country Club, in a room large enough to accommodate the 500 plus attendees. I found Mrs. Smyth immediately upon arrival and sat at table with her and her friends who were all my clients. I spotted Amelia, at a table about 100 feet away, just as dinner’s first course was served. Amelia’s eyes met mine on my third furtive glance over and her face brightened. Coyly avoiding being noticed, she pursed her lips to throw me a kiss across the room. My will power was severely tested for the rest of the meal. Needing to keep up with our table conversation, I struggled to keep my mind and eyes off Amelia. On the few glances I did manage, our eyes met. Dinner finally ended and was followed by several lengthy closing speeches. With the freedom to survey the crowd and Amelia without being detected, I didn’t hear what was said. She was obviously the most beautiful woman in the room and images of her naked body filled my thoughts. The evening dragged to conclusion. Mrs. Smyth went off to perform her social duties as trustee. I stayed until the last of my clients left. Amelia saw when I was finally alone, smiled and jerked her head towards the exit doors. So as not to be noticed, I waited until she left the room before following. In the hall outside, Amelia stood down at one end. She waved for me to come and disappeared into a doorway, holding the door open until I caught up. She let the door close as soon as I passed through. Alone in a stairway, we embraced and kissed passionately. In breaking she said, “Garrett, I’m so glad to see you here. Unfortunately, I’ve got to be somewhere else tonight but I’ve time for us to be alone together. Come with me.” She led me down the stairs, through another door marked ‘Men’s Locker Room’. Once inside, Amelia wrapped her arms around me and kissed me hungrily. With her body hard against mine, I hardened in arousal. Breaking off, she panted, “Seeing you tonight, all I could think about was how your cock felt in me and what I could do to get you alone.” Before I could reply, Amelia was on her knees, pulling my pants and briefs down to my ankles. Her one hand grasped my stiffened shaft near the base and the other fondled my balls. Her tongue flicked out and licked my domed head before she looked up, “At last, I can finally touch and taste your wonderful cock.” Keeping her eyes fixed up on mine, she opened her mouth and took me in. As if famished, she hungrily devoured my shaft with her warm lips, wet mouth and lashing tongue. Coupled with her manipulating hands, I grew full hard in seconds. She pulled her head off to declare, “I NEED your cock in me now! Lie down on the bench so I can fuck you.” I quickly obeyed, shuffling over and reclining on the narrow bench before the lockers. Amelia rose, pulling up her dress to reveal she’d not worn panties and straddled over me. She guided my stiff cock’s head into her slick opening, braced both her hands on my chest and slowly lowered her body down. The sensation of her warm, wet pussy enveloping the stretched skin of my cock was pure ecstasy. Her bare ass cheeks settled on the tops of my thighs at full impalement and she flexed her inner muscles to squeeze my cock. Straightening up from the waist, she rotated her hips to bend and press my bloated shaft against the velvety walls of her pussy. “Garrett, I’ve missed your wonderful cock. It feels even better in me than I remember,” Amelia whispered hoarsely. After five or six hip rotations, she flopped down throwing her hands and forearms onto my chest and kissed me hard on the lips. Our tongues dueled. Our breaths rushed out of our noses over the other’s cheek. Slowly she started lifting up until I was nearly out and then inching down in measured strokes, maximizing the pleasure of our fucking. Unable to draw in enough air, she broke our kiss in drawing up and panted, “Oh yes…it so good …to fuck you…AGAIN! I’ve got to cum…cum with me, Garrett!!” Amelia’s hips shifted into high gear, fervently springing up and then plunging down in a feverish rhythm. Her scream echoed of the walls when her first release hit and she froze holding my full length inside. Her second jolt brought me with her. My cock erupted, spurting cum deep into her. Our mingled juice surged over my shaft and oozed out onto my balls. She collapsed down onto me fully, her lips plucking my neck and ear. Our pulsing quakes of release passing through both our bodies. Her tremors slowly abating as I emptied into her. Amelia rose up and off me while I was still semi-hard explaining, “Garrett lover, it’s been wonderful being with you again. I wish I could stay longer, but I must run.” She walked over to a sink on the far wall to clean up, adjust her clothing and comb her hair in the mirror. I followed and was only half done when she finished. She leaned in to give me a quick kiss saying, “Good night and thank you.” She turned and started for door. I called out after her, “Amelia, when will I see you again?” “I’ll call you, Garrett.” **************************** Driving home, disjointed thoughts whirled through my mind. Amelia on her knees sucking my cock…had anyone seen us sneak out…’Men’s Locker Room”…what Mrs. Smyth and my other clients said…dump Conglomerate stock tomorrow…consequences of violating my personal/client rule…telling Jeff about Amelia or NOT…when next with Amelia…divorced and nearly ten years older…had Mrs. Smyth seen us leave…where were Amelia and I going …she’s going to call. The churning paused. Saying she’d call wasn’t much, but considering evasive she’d been our first night and tonight happening by chance, I deemed it progress. Obviously, she enjoyed having sex with me. She’d been the aggressor and I’d been most willingly seduced both times. With a woman like Amelia, I’d no resistance. My confusion was rooted in uncertainty. I’d learned, early in my adult life, that setting goals and working towards them made my life easier. The goals gave me direction. They simplified all my decisions and provided a purpose for every thing I did. Until I met Amelia, my life was one continuous mapped out track towards reaching my self-set goals. When would she call? If she did, was it wise for me to continue seeing her? If I did, could I avoid developing an emotional attachment to her? Did I make a huge mistake in ignoring Mrs. Smyth’s warning? I arrived at my apartment with no answers, exhausted both physically and mentally. I shed my clothes, left them strewn on the floor and plopped into bed. I was asleep before my head touched my pillow. Derailed Ch. 04 Thursday, I woke at 5:30 refreshed and eager to get to work where I could stop thinking about Amelia. By the time I reached the office, I’d ratcheted my work mode up to a new height and attacked my work. I went non-stop to 7:30 before calling it a day. Having purposely worn myself out, I retired early and was asleep immediately. Friday was a repeat of Thursday until mid-afternoon. I left the office, taking a walking break to clear my head. When I returned, I’d a voice mail message from Amelia inviting me to her house in the suburbs tomorrow at 4:00 PM. I knew the area of her home from my map, but wrote down the detailed directions she gave. Wanting to her real voice, I tried calling her back but got her answering machine. Saturday, I managed to find enough errands and chores to keep me busy until it was time to leave. The drive out was uneventful and I turned onto Amelia’s road ahead of schedule. I slowed down for the final leg of my trip with the road winding through huge wooded estates. High brick walls or wrought iron fences limited my view of the residences. Some were set back so far off the road they weren’t visible. I found Amelia’s and easily negotiated entry through her security gate. An older Hispanic-looking maid met me at the door and, using broken English, led me through the house to a swimming pool in back of the massive home. She seated me at a table shaded by an umbrella and went back inside. I waited, enjoying the pleasant summer day, the secluded quiet and admired the wall of tall trees where the manicured lawn ended. From the map I’d studied, I guessed the woods beyond had to be the start of a large forest preserve. Living and working in the city as I did, I’d forgotten the peace and privacy offered by rural areas. About fifteen minutes later, I heard a noise. Expecting Amelia, I turned towards the house where it’d come from. Wearing a short white terry cloth swim cover, she walked towards me. As she neared, I though the bright sunshine was affecting my eyes. She looked and walked like Amelia, but appeared to be fifteen years younger! Blinking didn’t change what I was seeing. My mouth dropped open in amazement. She halted, standing before me and said, “Hello, Garrett.” I stared up in stunned disbelief. I knew The Fountain of Youth was a legend. Also, if a way to reverse the aging process it would have had to been reported in the media and I’d have read about it. What my eyes beheld, my mind knew wasn’t possible. She’d Amelia’s body, her hair, her eyes and her face. Her mouth formed the exact same amusing smile of Amelia’s. I muttered, “Who? How? What?” The young Amelia giggled and extended her hand to say, “I’m Cassandra, Amelia’s younger sister. Everyone calls me Casey.” It took a few seconds to sink in and unfreeze my body. Waiting for me to take her out stretched hand, she again giggled and continued, “Just about everyone is surprised at how much Amelia and I are alike. But, you’re the first I’ve met to be shocked speechless.” I sprang up in finally being able to take her hand, “I’m sorry. Amelia never mentioned she’d a sister. The two of you look so much alike I couldn’t believe my eyes. I’m very happy to meet you, Casey.” After our handshake ended, our hands stayed joined while we studied each other. She broke the silence, “Nice to meet you too, Garrett. Amelia described you as handsome. I see what she meant.” “Thanks for the compliment. I’ll remember to thank Amelia when she gets here. Will she join us soon?” “No, she’s not here.” “Not here?” “She said you’d probably be disappointed and asked me to explain why. This might take a while. It’d be best if we both sat down.” In taking our chairs, we both heard the sound of the rear door closing from the house. It was the maid carrying a tray with two glasses on it. Casey said, “I asked Maria to bring us two gin and tonics, Garrett. I thought it might help if you had a drink in hearing what I’m going to tell you.” I was both puzzled and disheartened. As soon as the maid set my drink on the table, I took a full swig then asked, “Where’d Amelia go?” “She took an early morning flight to Europe and will be there for three months.” “Three months?” I was sure my disappointment on my face. “Yes. She only decided to leave yesterday. She’d something to tell you and didn’t want you to hear it over the phone. Since the two of us are very close, she called me, explained her problem and asked me to take her place. I agreed to take her place and tell you in person.” “How much did Amelia tell you about the two of us?” “If you’re asking whether I know that the two of you were intimate, the answer is yes. It was one of the reasons I agreed to meet you. She wanted you to know that it’s also one of the main reasons she thought it best to go away for a while.” “How so? I don’t understand.” “Amelia thought you might. She wanted you to know she thought you were a wonderful person. She trusts you as her broker and admires you even more for the person that you are. As much as she enjoyed being with you, she knew she wasn’t right for you - the woman you needed. Amelia was afraid that, if she kept seeing you, she’d wind up hurting you.” Casey gave me time to absorb what she’d said, waiting for and watching me quietly. We both took a few sips of our drinks in the silence before I spoke, “You can tell Amelia thanks for me. Tell her I’ll miss her and that, although its kind of hard to take now, deep down I know she’s right.” I drained my glass, stood and offered my hand saying, “And thank YOU Casey for volunteering to be Amelia’s messenger. I guess I should be going now.” Holding on to my hand, she stammered back, “No, wait! Can you stay a while? You’ve come all the way out here…only to hear some disappointed news…the weather’s perfect for sitting outside and…I’m here alone with the servants. I could use some company…the cook can fix us something for dinner…we could eat dinner out here.” First thinking Casey’s invitation only a sympathetic gesture offered due to the message she’d delivered, I almost declined. But, her tightening grip and the expression on her face changed my mind. I sat back down saying, “I’d like that. It’s been so long since I’ve been out of the city; I’d forgotten how good it feels to get away. Sitting out here, with such a gracious hostess, is a special treat for me.” She giggled gleefully, released my hand slowly in excitingly replying, “Good! Can I get you another drink…some wine…an appetizer…or dinner…John, the cook makes a wonderful Cobb salad.’ I smiled at her bubbly, rapid flow of words in trying to guess what I’d like. Casey’s demeanor was so unlike her older sister, it terminated my confusing train of thought brought on by their nearly identical appearances. Having been lover to the present day Amelia, it was possible she’d once had the youthful exuberance of Casey. But, the Amelia I knew was so overpoweringly confident of getting whatever she desired, I couldn’t even imagine her being like Casey in her youth. Having weathered my initial shock and the disappointing news, it slowly dawned on me how fortunate I was to meet both sisters. It was a unique experience to know two equally attractive women with a genetically shared beauty. Their age difference and their contrasting personalities roused my curiosity in an odd, yet intriguing way. I responded, “I’d like another drink, will pass on the appetizer for some wine with a Cobb salad later – thank you.” “Good!” She exclaimed, popping out of her chair with another gleeful giggle. I watched her walk over to an inter-com mounted on a pole about 10 feet away and press a call button. The maid answered and Casey said, “Maria, we’ve a dinner guest. Please bring us two more drinks for right away. Tell John to put a bottle of that white wine I like on ice and make up two of his wonderful Cobb salads for our dinner. When the wine and salads are ready, bring them out.” “Yes, Ms. Casey.” Maria replied. I never took my eyes off her as she returned. I admired her long, shapely legs showing beneath her swim cover and caught a few glimpses of something red she was wearing underneath. I guessed it to be a bikini she’d worn while sun tanning, swimming in the pool or both before I arrived. She settled back into her chair asking, “Garrett, how’d you become a stockbroker?” “I’ll answer that and any other questions you have on the condition you’ll answer any questions I have about you.” “Agreed. But, under the circumstances, can we exclude any questions about Amelia?” “OK by me. I won’t if you don’t.” We didn’t and talked for the next three hours, pausing our flowing enthusiastic conversation only a few brief times in eating our salads and drinking the bottle of wine. Almost immediately, we discovered a shared sense of humor and laughed a lot in getting acquainted. I answered all her questions about my work then, when it was my turn to question her, I changed the subject to our personal histories and together we worked our way up to the present asking and answering questions of each other. Time past quickly as we talked. I’d never had a more enjoyable conversation with another woman, even cumulatively with the ones I’d dated. None of the others talked so candidly, were as quick-witted and liked to laugh as much as Casey. She made me think she felt the same way about me. Something beyond physical attraction sparked between us. Casey told me she was staying at her sister’s because she’d recently been laid off, as a buyer for a large retail store, when a larger chain bought the store she’d worked at in New York. I’d a twinge of excitement in hearing she liked the area, wanted to live closer to her sister and was looking for another job locally. Completely forgetting about Amelia, I blurted, “So, there’s a chance I might see you around.” “That’s possible…I mean…you could, if I find a job here.” Casey fell into an awkward silence and I realized my mistake immediately. I’d made her uncomfortable in hinting at the two of us seeing each other, with Amelia and I having been lovers. I felt like an ass, blowing what could be an incredible opportunity. Unable to think of a way to correct my error, I felt it best to apologize and leave as fast as possible, “I’m sorry, Casey. I shouldn’t have said that. I got a little too carried away and forgot what enabled us to meet. Thanks for everything. I’ve REALLY enjoyed meeting you. I should go.” My standing to leave snapped her from silence, “No! Please don’t go. The night’s still young and perfect for sitting outside. Besides, after what I’ve given you to drink, I wouldn’t feel right letting you drive back without having some coffee first. Sit down and I have Maria get some.” I agreed and Casey made a second trip over to the intercom to order a pot of coffee. Maria arrived shortly after with our coffee and collected our empty dinner dishes, silverware and wine glasses onto a tray. When Maria turned to leave, Casey told her, “Thanks, Maria. That’ll be all for tonight. Tell John we won’t be needing anything more and he’s off duty too.” Night fell triggering lights in the pool and along the walkway back to the house. After downing two cups of coffee, I excused myself for a needed visit to the bathroom in the house. Returning to give final regards before leaving, Casey greeted me with, “How about a swim before you leave?” “Sounds good, but I didn’t bring my trunks. You have any around for guests?” “We probably do…but I wouldn’t know where they’re kept.” Disappoint showed on her face but was quickly replaced by the family’s amusing smile and a widening of her eyes, “Duh! We’ve got so much privacy back here, who needs bathing suits? Perfect time and place for skinny dipping.” Before I could respond, she was on her feet stripping off her swim cover and the red bikini beneath. She did it so fast, I’d yet to move when she’d finished and stood before me wearing only a beaming grin. She laughed in delight at shocking me still and seemed to enjoy me gawk at her naked body. She gave me a long flash before tossing out an undeniable invitation, “C’mon, lets have some fun!” Casey turned and ran over to dive into the pool. I laughed so hard, it took me longer than it should’ve to shed my cloths and follow. The two of us splashed and swam around like a couple of kids getting away with something that was not allowed. We played a game of cat and mouse with me chasing her around, only to have her bounce out of reach when I came near. Our game ended when she stopped and stood in neck-high water. I halted two feet away; close enough to clearly see her bare breasts swaying in the water we’d churned up. She’d lost her smile in saying, “Garrett, I need to ask you something…seriously. Amelia told me you two were lovers and nothing more. I didn’t even know how you looked like until today. It’s kind of…awkward thing to ask…but…do you think there’s any chance for the two of us?” “That thought hit my mind before dinner…it’s gnawed at me ever since…I was afraid to say anything…for fear of ruining things…between us. I REALLY like you, Casey…more than anyone I’ve ever met. And, it’s not just sexual…like it was with Amelia. What I’m feeling is deeper. I’m attracted to you, not only by how you look on the outside, but who you are on the inside too. The odds might be against us, but I don’t care. I want to try, no matter what the risk.” Her face brightened when I finished. She raised her arms and beckoned me to, “C’mere.” We embraced and kissed for the first time. It wasn’t a long kiss of burning sexual desire. Our mouths stayed closed, our lips content in savoring the warmth and softness of our first kiss. It ended with us holding our embrace and rubbing cheeks until she rested her chin on my shoulder. More seconds passed as we relished our naked bodies being pressed together, before she said, “You’re answer was more than I’d hoped for. How we met doesn’t matter. I’m just thrilled we did.” Again, we kissed, this time longer, pressing our bodies pressed harder together. My cock, shriveled by the cool water, unfurled and expanded between us. We ground our fronts against each other while our hands explored our backsides. A single craving, borne out of two needs, became a single want. Her lush lips pushed in and opened both our mouths. She was first to run her tongue tip over my lips. I did the same to hers then we took turns sucking each of the other’s lips separately. I pulled away slightly to plant kisses on her forehead, nose, cheeks and chin. When I dipped down to kiss her neck, she bent her head back for me to let me work my way down. I brought my hand around and covered her breast. My fingertips found and fondled her stiff nipple. Casey stopped me asking, “Make love to me…but not here in the pool for our first time…out on the lawn under the stars.” Hand-in-hand, we waded to the shallow end of the pool, climbed up the submerged stairs and walked towards the padded lounge chairs. She started undoing the ties of one chair’s padded cloth cushion. I did the same to another close by. We carried the two cushions over to the lawn and laid them side-by-side. I took her hand to help her lay down. The light of the moon combined with the pathway and pool lights enabled me to see every slope and rise of her gorgeous body as she settled onto her back. I hesitated, unhurriedly scanning over all of her, before saying, “Casey, you are so beautiful.” She bent her knees, slid her feet out spreading her legs open and stretched out her arms to beckon me. I knelt between her legs, set my forearms on the pad near her sides and eased my torso gradually down on her but withheld my full weight. Our lips joined, her arms wrapped around my shoulders and her legs encircled my lower back to pull me to her. My hard cock trapped tightly between our two pelvic mounds. We kissed hard. I stabbed my tongue through both our lips touching hers with my tip. She sucked my tongue as I slid mine in and out, our mouths acting out what we wanted to do with our bodies. Only our need of air made us break. I pecked my way down her neck to the valley between her soft mounds and dragged my face slowly up and over her right rise. Turning back, I caught her nipple between my lips and sucked. Her hands gripped the back of my head when the trapped peak hardened and stayed when I switched over to give her other nipple equal treatment. Her hands held on when I trailed kisses down the center of her body, ignoring the chlorine smell and taste of pool water on her skin. Reaching her puffy woman’s cleft, my face warmed and the strong sweet aroma of her arousal flooded my nostrils. Casey’s fingertips dug into my scalp when I stretched my tongue out and lapped her slick entry to gather a layer of her warm seepage to taste and swallow. She shuddered moaning, “Yessssssss.” Encouraged, I pushed in and drew my nose up following with my extended tongue parting her puffed pussy lips. When my nose met the stiff stump, I knew what it was immediately - a hidden trait shared by the two sisters. When I probed Casey’s sensitive clit with my tongue tip, she whimpered and her fingernails dug into the skin my head. I seized the sensitive bump with pursed lips, sucked and tongued it’s crest. Her entire body tensed and trembled. She jerked my head away to plead, “Stop Garrett! Please! I’m so near…but I want…our first time…with you inside me.” Her request released me from the struggle to control my own needs until I’d pleased her first. I rose up on my knees and shuffled forward steering my steely hard cock to her opening. She lifted her legs, clasped the back of her thighs above the knees and pulled, rolling her hips back and up. With Casey wide open in offering, I needed to bend only slightly to set my cock’s round head to her gateway. I wedged my dome into her velvety softness. Her warm salve of stimulation bathed my stretched skin. Finding her very tight, I pressed in with a slow cautiousness to let her adjust to my intrusive girth. Aided by her slick oozed juice, I squeezed ahead. Her taut inner walls parting to welcome each burrowing inch. When fully sunk in, I held still and leaned down. Her eyes were shut. Her lips were parted with corners upturned in a smile of pleasure. I covered her lips with mine. Casey’s embraced me with her arms and wrapped her legs around me crossing her ankles at my lower back. Our kiss deepened. Our tongues danced. Her four limbs tightened their hold. A strong wave of prickling sensations shot out from my buried cock tingling every nerve in my body. When I started to withdraw, Casey turned her head aside to plea, “Yes, oh yes, Garrett…I want you! I NEED YOU!” When I was nearly out, her legs tensed pulling me back in. Though only our first time, her legs pulled on my ensuing thrusts and loosened on my up-strokes in perfect harmony. Her lips plucked my cheek and neck. Our pace quickened, spurred on by our need of release and my fervent plunges grew stronger. Casey clamped her legs hard to hold me in on a deep stroke. Her pussy gripped my shaft. Her teeth sunk into my shoulder as her hips jolted up with her first burst of release. I came with her, my cock spewing cum into her depths and our mingled juices flooded our connection and then leaking out. Our two quaking bodies vibrated into each other. My throbbing spurts ebbed as I emptied into her. When fully spent, I held still and savored each of her waning shudders. I told her, “You’re amazing.” “So are you.” She replied and we kissed. It was a kiss of mutual appreciation and, when over, she teased, “Wanna do it again?” “Of course, I do and will when I recover.” When I shrank and slipped out, we lie on our sides kissing and running our hands over our each other’s body. Our open palms glided over our perspiration-slick skins, reveling the touch and feel of the slippery layer created by our making love. We spent the night outside, enjoying each other and making love both in and out of the pool. Completely exhausted, we went inside just before dawn. I stayed Sunday and, on Monday, called in sick for the first time since I’d worked for J.P Brighten Derailed Ch. 04 Casey came home with me Monday night and stayed through Friday, continuing her job search during the day when I was at work. We went back to Amelia’s to spend the next weekend. With neither of us able to bear even the thought of a single day apart, we began spending weeknights at my apartment and weekends at her sister’s house. When she found a job, we packed all her things and brought them to my place. Our love grew stronger every day and, two months after meeting, I asked her to marry me. Casey didn’t give me an immediate answer. Instead, she asked for some privacy to call Amelia. I took a walk to have a cup of coffee at the corner shop. I returned, an hour later, just as Casey was hanging up. The pensive look on her face told me to remain silent. I sat down and anxiously waited for her to speak first. Keeping her somber expression, she chose her words carefully ending the silence, “Garrett, I love you and want to marry you. But, you need to make me a promise that you can NEVER break. Amelia and I had a long heart-to-heart talk about all three of us. She couldn’t have been any happier in hearing about us. I told her I wasn’t going to accept until the both of you solemnly swore to never mention the past affair the two of you had. That goes both for when all three of us are together AND when any two of us are alone. She’s given me her word and I believe her. Can you make the same promise?” I didn’t need any time to think it over and answered, “I can. I promise you and I know I’ll never break my promise. It’s you that I love, Casey NOT Amelia.” Her face lit up with delight, “I believe you, Garrett. My answer is yes, I’ll marry you!” POSTSCRIPT: Casey and I have now been married three years, still growing more in love each day. We’ve an adorable two-year-old daughter named Alexandra that we call Alex. We’re expecting another child in five months. After Casey and I got engaged, I managed to swing a promotion for my assistant Sally. Sally caught on quickly in assuming responsibility for managing some of my clients’ accounts. I was soon working fewer hours and finally had the private life I’d put off for so many years. Amelia and I have kept our words, taking great care to avoid being left alone together. She’s been the perfect sister to me. Recently, she’s even mentioned marrying the rich Italian shipping magnate that she’s been seeing for several months. I’ve got everything I’ve ever wanted and am completely happy with my life now. There’s only one last thing I need to do. It may take years for me to find the right moment. But, eventually I’ll find a way to thank Amelia without breaking our promises to Casey. I’ve got to tell my sister how much it meant to me, the day she walked into life and I was DERAILED.