2 comments/ 36060 views/ 26 favorites Soccer Dad By: Wifetheif Phil Saunders worked hard to preserve his air of mystery. There was the expensive European cars, the tailored wardrobe, the Italian shoes, and his casual air of menace. No one, not even his closest friends knew that Phil was a federal Marshall who spent a small fraction of his time on occasional bounty hunting forays. Most of the time he was tracking down drug laundering operations in a nondescript building on the seedier side of town. No one ever suspected it housed a cadre of federal agents cyber-sleuthing. This anonymity served Phil as an effective cover and allowed him to infiltrate in places that fear the feds. If Phil had "just happened" to allow the rumor to float about town that he was secretly an eraser for the mob, it really would not be his fault is someone believed him now would it? Most days. Phil was a normal single dad, albeit one better dressed, and more well mannered than most. His ex-wife Claire had divorced him after she crossed paths with an old high school flame at a reunion. Claire, in many ways, had never quite accepted that the diploma meant that she was finished with that chapter of her life. Despite college, marriage, and the apparently good life that Phil had given her, Claire was gone like a shot when she found out that Eddie was now single and still interested in her. Phil was angry at first, but it soon passed. He certainly could not be upset with Eddie, Claire was quite beautiful, it was only natural that he was interested in her. Phil passed from anger to something resembling amusement at the fact that his wife still considered herself sixteen years old! If she was this addle brained, Phil thought, it was best to be rid of her. The divorce was as amicable as one involving children can be. Phil bought out her share of the house and Tommy, their son, got alternate weeks with his parents. Since the only thing Claire seemed interested in now was Eddie's cock, she often allowed Phil to have main custody. Phil had built a network of support for those times when he was suddenly called away, but for the most part he made it work. There were unquestionable advantages to being a single, seemingly deep pocketed, single father. Namely soccer moms! . Even though Soccer was not his favorite sport, Phil tried to attend every practice and game that he could. It was amazing how often as he made his way to the bleacher seats, the gorgeous young mothers would either hide their wedding rings or surreptitiously flash their naked ring fingers when he strode past. Of course Phil would return a smile with one of his own. He usually preferred women who lived out of town. Small town gossip that he could not control might crimp his style. Some of the women were quite enticing indeed. A tall redhead often caught Phil's eye. She was always well dressed and seemed sexier than the other women. Her long red hair framed her face like a halo. Her alabaster skin and clear complexion were quite enticing. In either yoga pants or her fashionable skirts, Phil could tell that she had killer legs. From what he could tell her breasts were quite nice and once, she had worn a navel bearing, clingy blouse, so Phil knew that she was not concealing a roll of flab under her, ordinarily conservative, attire. Phil knew that her name was Lilly and that she worked for one of the local banks. That she was divorced and that said divorce was rather bitter could be heard by anyone within earshot. Oblivious to the activities of her own child and the others, she was usually arguing very loudly with her ex-husband over her cell phone. Out of curiosity Phil often ease dropped, "Listen you cheap bastard I DON'T care if it means that you can not afford to buy "Jenny" a new Beemer, your kid comes first! IF I don't get the check on time, I swear to God that I will sneak into your house like a ninja and castrate you while you are lying in the arms of your whore!" Phil smiled inwardly. "As screwed up in the head as Claire is," he thought, "at least she spares me the drama." Phil cast a long, appreciative look at Lilly and then focused his attentions on the game. Tommy, had all the ear marks of a better than average player. Phil was caught completely of guard a short time later when Lilly brushed up against his arm. The pee wee players were gathered around the coach, getting a post scrimmage breakdown, Phil's mind had been elsewhere, contemplating what to make for dinner when Lilly introduced herself. "You are Phil Saunders, Tommy's father right?" "Yes, Ms." "Bachman, Lilly Bachman. Rose Conner is my daughter but I reclaimed my maiden name." "Nice to meet you Lilly, I've noticed you at practice." A serious look crossed her face, "Mr. Saunders, I wasn't flirting with you." After a moment of awkward silence the ravishing redhead lowered her voice a bit and said, "I understand that you can do things?" Phil locked his face into a neutral expression and replied, "Such as?" "Well..." Lilly's eyes darted about to establish that no one was in earshot before continuing in an even softer tone of voice, "I understand that you can lean on people, sometimes make them disappear." "Ms. Bachman," replied Phil evenly, as a brilliant scheme unfurled in his mind, "I hardly think this is the time or place..." Phil reached into his pocket and withdrew one of his more vague business cards. "Pick out a quiet restaurant in Turnersville that you like, my treat, text me the time and place and IF I can work you into my schedule I will." With that Phil winked at Lilly Bachman and then slowly stepped over a few yards away. The coach's post game spiel over, Phil bent low to receive Tommy in a tremendous bear hug. Yet even while he held his son close, Phil's mind was focused on Lilly's fabulous legs. It was not hard to figure out what was on Lilly Bachman's mind. Ordinarily, this would place Phil in a quandary. As a sworn agent of the law, it was his duty to mention to his superiors that a local soccer mom wanted to hire a hit man. But Phil knew that there were far finer things to do with Ms. Bachman than to send her to prison. Perhaps, just this one time, his bosses would not need to know. Phil felt just like a contented spider in an extremely sticky web as he read Lilly's text. Of course he would be there. Three nights later, Phil was waiting in a rear booth at the finest dining establishment in Turnersville, outside the prying eyes of his small suburban town. Phil had arrived early to make sure that the recording and video equipment was functioning properly. A small part of Phil felt like a weasel but the rest of him understood full well that what he had in store for Ms. Lilly Bachman was a damn sight better than prison would be. No doubt the beautiful young mother would feel the same way, once Phil laid all of his cards on the table. She arrived at the appointed time. From Phil's seat he spied her glide through the front entrance like a she leopard. She removed her jacket and hung it on the rack by the vestibule. For a moment Phil's breath froze. Under the expensive jacket, she wore a short clinging dress of shimmering material that exposed a great deal of her real estate, and sexy black nylons on her long and luscious legs. Her shoes and handbag matched the dress. Lilly's long hair was done up in a stylish coif. It was obvious that she was going to use every bit of charm and feminine wile that she possessed. Unfortunately, she had no way of knowing that Phil, while appreciating the smoldering package that was Lilly Bachman, would never become a moth trapped in her flame. Even so Phil had to strategically hide his erection as he helped Lilly take her seat. Phil played it cool and ordered a very expensive meal and appropriate wine for both of them as he made small talk while waiting for Lilly to come to the point of her conversation. After nearly an hour, during which Lilly carefully probed Phil for weaknesses or signs of betrayal she finally summoned her courage, "Phil, I suppose you have an idea of why I am here." she said slowly "I know it is not my good looks and scintillating personality, but I would like to hear it in your own words." Lilly turned both ways, lowered her voice and began her tale of woe. "My ex-husband, Joseph Conner is an asshole, why I married him I'll never know. While I was pregnant with Rose, that mother fucker stated sleeping with my best friend. Jennifer Mathews!. I could perhaps have handled that triple betrayal but Joseph had to rub it in. He left me for Jennifer, knocked her up right away and now treats Rose like she has leprosy." Phil placed a sympathetic expression on his face and replied as sincerely as he could, "Gee, Lilly, I'm really sorry to hear that. If you don't mind my saying so, Joseph is a moron for cheating on a woman as beautiful as you, however scads of men are assholes and terrible fathers. Those issues are best handled by a priest. "You don't understand, Joseph is one of the sharpest lawyers in the county, he knows all the judges and attorneys. He finds every way imaginable to avoid paying me the alimony and the child support I am due. The judges give him continuance after continuance and never even bother to look at my legal arguments and petitions. Worse, the asshole knows that he is hurting Rose and myself and he doesn't care. Money that SHOULD be going to me he spends on his whore and the little brats he brooded with the bitch." "Again, Lilly I am sorry for your frustrations, but I don't offer legal counseling either." Once more, Lilly looked around before continuing. "Phil, there is nothing more I can do legally. However there is a huge insurance policy with Rose as the beneficiary that is still good. Joseph bought it during one of the very few moments in his miserable life when he felt guilt. IF that policy were to pay off. It would give Rose and myself everything we need. And I would never have to deal with that waste of skin ever again." After a moment of silence Lilly eyed the man opposite her with seriousness, and in a deliberate motion, ran her right hand the length of her body, "Will you do this for me Phil? I'll make it worth your while." "You want me to kill him?" "Let's just say he needs to have an accident. I understand that you are a man who can provide such a service." It was at this point that Phil slid his federal shield across the table. Lilly's eyes grew big and her jaw fell open, "Oh my God!" "Now comes the point Ms. Bachman where I inform you that our conversation has been recorded on both audio and video. I should start reading you your Miranda rights about now. But, PERHAPS, That won't be necessary." Lilly Bachman's posture sagged, defeat obvious in every part of her body. "You see Ms. Bachman, were I to report this little conversation to my superiors they would arrest you. Even if you do make bail, you won't be out long. My evidence COULD send you away for at least five to ten years, meaning that asshole Joseph would get custody of Rose. It will be very difficult for you to pick up the pieces of your life once you got out of prison, and forget about ever working in a bank again." Lilly sputtered, "But the other ladies, the other moms of the soccer team were SO sure you were a..." "A hit man?" Phil let Lilly twist in the wind before he continued, "To cite Napoleon, "History is a fiction agreed upon." It serves my purposes to be perceived of as something I am not. Right now I'm Federal Marshall but I DON'T necessarily have to be one in your case. Perhaps I can still help you out, that is of course if you help me out." Lilly licked her lips pensively and asked meekly, "What do you want?" "Well my dear Lilly, for ALL of this to go away, for me to "somehow" manage to "erase" the data and simply recall that we had a pleasant dinner date this evening, I'm going to need a little commitment from you." "Oh God! Phil you KNOW I can't say no. What do I have to do?" "My ex has Tommy next week. I have a very nice condo at the beach. It sure wold be nice to spend that week, say from Friday night til the following Sunday afternoon, with a beautiful, willing woman who is obedient, enthusiastic, and does not have the word no in her vocabulary." Phil felt like grinning in triumph but kept a sober, serious expression on his face as he told Lilly, how to escape from her predicament. "Why are ALL men such pigs?" spat Lilly. "I could call your supervisor and tell him that you are trying to blackmail me." Phil laughed softly. "The recordings will end just after you asked me to kill your husband. I would tell my supervisor that YOU were lying to deflect from your own guilt. With my record my boss WILL believe me. No Ms. Bachman, that course of action only leads to MORE charges for you and a longer prison sentence." At this point Phil's eyes hardened into sharp points and he said almost malevolently. "Make NO mistake, Ms. Bachman, unless you make me very happy, I WILL see to it that you are prosecuted. I'll have your case tried locally; with so many of the area judges carrying your husband's water, do think ANY of them will give you a fair trial? No, they will view putting you away as doing a solid for your ex-husband! Face it, you are in a world of trouble and your only way out is through making me VERY happy." Lilly Bachman placed he face in her hands for a long moment before she spoke again. "I was so sure you were ... Emily swore up and down that you were .. now I'm worse off than I was. Mr. Saunders, you seem to have me exactly where you want me. I have no choice other than to give you what you want, but I will hate you every single moment." "So long as you are smiling, obedient, and enthusiastic, I would not care if you started sticking needles in a Voodoo doll behind my back." Phil allowed Lilly to twist in the wind for a few more moments before he brought the young mother's disappointing evening to a close. Before he allowed her to go home, Phil swore her to secrecy about both the dinner and his true identity. He also had Lilly text him a list of all of her clothing sizes." "I'll be in touch, Ms. Bachman," said Phil just before she stomped inelegantly out of the restaurant. The next few days passed very differently for Lilly and Phil. For Phil the days were heady times of anticipation and preparation. There was a jaunty spring to his step. He was due the vacation time and Claire, in one of her periodic parental guilt phases, was more than happy to take Tommy for a slightly longer than normal week. He was so happy at work one of the other agents strode by his desk and opined, "I know SOMEBODY who is getting laid." A wan smile was Phil's only response. Lilly Bachman, had to move her vacation around, she would lose some of the summer days she coveted with her daughter. Lilly reasoned that she could not be any kind of mother to Rose if she was in jail. Lily concocted a cover story for Sarah, her next door neighbor and good friend. Rose would stay with Sarah and her children, .This pleased Rose a great deal. Saraha's daughters were close to Rose's age. The three often played together, spending a week together promised to be fun lark for all of them. With child care out of the way, Lilly tried to psyche herself up for what she needed to do. "Phil Saunders may be a pig," she thought, "he is not at all the type I prefer, but at least he is handsome and in shape. This would be a thousand times worse if he was some flabby, gross middle aged bag of flesh." she rationalized . While not in any sense happy about her situation, Lilly was at least resolved to her fate. And then Phil's package arrived in the mail. Inside the box was a very expensive, very skimpy dress with matching barely there underwear. Accompanying the dress, was a note giving detailed directions as to how she was to travel to the rendezvous. Lily read the note several times. Just when it occurred to her that her tormentor had sent her evidence that could be used against him, the letters of the message began to blur, a few hours later every trace of writing had vanished. Lily wadded up the paper and tossed it into a trash can. "That's why HE'S the Federal Marshall and I'm now little more than a whore." she said bitterly into the emptiness of her bedroom. The instructions had not been hard to memorize. On Friday night, Lilly was to don the clothing that Phil had sent. A n attractive raincoat arrived the next day for Lily to wear over the slinky dress. Lily realized that the outfit was complete, sexy little shoes, complementary earrings, choker and bracelets. Dressed as Phil desired she was to drive to Turnersville, the next town over. A reserved parking space in the garage across from the Valley View Hotel, had been provided for her car. Phil would pick her up from the lobby at 8:00 O'clock sharp. Lily packed her overnight bag with things that she would need, including lots and lots of condoms that she sincerely hoped that she would not be asked to use, but was not naive enough to believe that Phil Saunders was just spiriting away so that she could see his etchings. Everything came off without a hitch and Lilly found herself in the lobby of the hotel, wishing she was anywhere else on the planet. Looking just like the cat that ate the canary, Phil Saunders strode into the hotel lobby. Lilly was irked that he was so clearly enjoying himself. Striving to lighten her mood, Phil treated Lilly to a cocktail in the hotel bar, but insisted that she wear the coat and keep it closed. Lilly had no problem obeying that request. She did not want to attract undo attention and the dress she wore under the coat was sure to do that. "Oh don't be so morose, Lilly. I'm an interesting guy with a wicked sense of humor. I'm not bad looking and I am an accomplished lover." Lilly glared at him. "You are a black hearted blackmailer. You used your position to mislead me." "On the contrary, Ms. Bachman, I NEVER told you that I was something that I am not. Would you prefer to have this conversation in the local prosecutor's office?" "You're a real asshole, Phil. If you were interested in me why didn't you try chatting me up at our kid's soccer practices?" replied, Lilly coolly. "As I recall, you spent EVERY practice and EVERY game glued to your cell phone chewing out your loser of an ex-husband. I've heard you ask other parents who won the game or what the score was. Soccer moves like a glacier, if you are not aware of the score you are either dead or oblivious, and I can tell you have pulse." "Okay, you made your point. But after this week of fucking an asshole I'll STILL be stuck with my asshole ex!" "Perhaps not. Lilly. That is if you are a very good, very enthusiastic, and wonderful submissive young woman this week." "What do you mean by that?" asked Lilly. Phil's only response was a brief smile before he stated, "Well time's a wastin'. Let's get this show on the road." Phil placed money on the bar and took Lilly's hand as she slid off of her stool. Phil carried Lilly's bag and continued to hold her hand until they reached his car in the garage across the street. Like the gentleman Lilly thought he wasn't, Phil opened the door of the car for her as she centered herself in the seat of Phil's expensive sports car. As Phil took his seat and put the powerful vehicle into gear, Lilly razzed him with, "While you have no class, Phil, your car certainly does." Phil sneered at Lilly and replied, "This is your last warning, your vocabulary about me changes as of this moment." "Yes, Master!" spat Lilly. "Someone really wants a spanking don't they?" Lilly remained silent in the wake of those words from Phil, but she did stick her tongue out at him. "You're a lousy comedian, Lilly." stated Phil. For the next several hours, Phil and Lilly rode in silence, light jazz playing on the car's outstanding sound system. Since it was the off season, very little traffic occupied the road as they neared the coast. Soccer Dad Once or twice, Phil tried to strike up a conversation but Lilly was cold to him. Phil knew full well that he was being a rat, but having Lilly Bachman all too himself was a temptation that came from the lizard part of his brain. "I don't need her to even like me." Phil thought to himself. "Besides she will warm up once we get to my place." Phil's condo was part of a duplex about three blocks from the beach. After the divorce, Phil's grandmother had passed away, leaving Phil the balance of the estate his wealthy grandfather had established. Some of the money went towards the expensive car he was driving, a third of it went to purchase the condo and the rest was invested for Tommy's college fund. There was also a nest egg that allowed him to buy the luxuries he had become accustomed to, they added verisimilitude to his hit man alias. After pulling into the driveway, Phil shouldered Lilly's overnight bag and hoisted two sacks of groceries from the trunk of the car. He opened the door, turned on the light and gestured for Lilly to enter. The beautiful redheaded woman, liked the layout and the decor of the condo. A large living room, tastefully furnished led into a medium sized kitchen A half bathroom and a screened porch made up the first floor. A banister circled the room on the second level which obvious housed the bedrooms. Lilly asked to use the small half bathroom on the first level and then helped Phil store the groceries in the pantry and refrigerator. The tension in the room became quite thick as the last of the produce was stored away. As if reading Lilly's thoughts. Phil announced. "Time for the curtain to rise on our little peep show, Ms. Bachman. Follow me." Phil led Lilly to the large open area of his living room between the sectional sofa and the big screen TV mounted on the wall. "Let us see at how good you are at following instructions." he said as he positioned Lilly. Only now did he ask her to remove her raincoat. Lilly opened the concealing coat and set it on the couch. Lilly was every inch the vision in the short lavender dress that Phil had imagined. The brief dress clung to her torso, limning the sweet swell of her large breasts. The dress had a bit of tasteful decolletage and exposed nearly every inch of Lilly's magnificent legs. On those fine stems were sexy white stockings. Phil was rock hard immediately. "Very nice. If you don't mind my saying so, Ms. Bachman, you are one staggeringly beautiful woman." Next came several minuets of long silence as Phil took in all of Lilly's beauty. Several times he circled her to appreciate the view from all angles. Phil tried to commit the vision to memory. He sincerely wished to take pictures but he simply could not afford to leave behind an evidence trail. "Now, Lilly we have to see if you followed my instructions to the letter. I can tell that you donned the dress I picked out as well as the shoes and jewelry, but let us see if you put on the underwear I bought for you. Take off the dress." Lilly shot Phil a withering look and then reached for the zipper of the dress. She realized that she should not have expected anything else but sh had hoped that Phil would at least sir down to a cup of tea with her first. The brief dress fluttered to the floor and Lilly stepped out of it. Phil's breath caught in his throat. Lilly was clad in gossamer lace that was nearly transparent. Around her neck and wrists the chrome choker and bracelets made her look like an expensive slave. The skimpy bra was just opaque enough that Phil could spy Lilly's areolas and fine nipples. She wore a gold ring through the left one. Her thorax tapered to a flat tummy with a sensual navel then flared into spectacular hips. Beneath the garter belt supporting the stockings, Phil could see the fiery thatch of her pubic hair through the transparent panties. "This week is going to be spectacular." thought Phil to himself before he stated out loud. "Exemplary, Lilly. Kick off your shoes. I'll unwrap you the rest of the way in my bedroom." Lilly sighed and stated, "I'll do whatever you want, Phil, all I ask is that you remember to use a condom EVERY time. I don't want to have any more kids with men I don't love or respect." "I would not have it any other way Lilly. Much as I would enjoy knocking you up, I simply can not afford the risk. My bedroom is the first door at the top of the stairs." Phil delightedly trailed Lilly on the stairs watching the perfect moons of her ass flex through her transparent panties as she mounted each riser. Lilly was obviously committed to fitness, there was barley an ounce of flab on her. Phil's bedroom was not quite like Lilly expected. The bed and partially mirrored ceiling fell into place, but the furniture was vintage modernistic pieces dating from the mid 1960's. On the wall was more sophisticated art than Lilly would have guessed for a bachelor soccer dad. She had expected a wall of pinups and centerfolds. An overflowing bookshelf lined one wall, the other was almost entirely picture window. Phil pushed a button and the lighting in the room became soft and romantic and romantic music began playing. "Why don't we dance a while, Lilly. And then I can undress you and you can undress me." That had more appeal for Lilly that just plunging headlong into sex with a man she barely knew so she replied, "I'd like that, Phil." She took his hand and was instantly in his arms. Phil was the sort of tall and well built man that ordinarily attracted her, but Phil's coloring was wrong and he owned no beard or mustache, two of Lilly's absolute requirements. Perhaps he biggest objection to Phil was his more than passing resemblance to her ex-husband, Since the divorce Lilly had dated only men that looked nothing like Joseph Conner. She knew it was silly to assume that just because a man resembled one who had betrayed her so spectacularly, that he also would fail her, yet Lilly could not help believing it. Her experience so far with Phil Saunders only confirmed her convictions. Despite wanting to be a million miles away, Lilly rested her head against Phil's chest and tried to put herself in the mood for the sex which he expected, but that she did not want. Phil's cologne turned out to be one of her favorites and she could tell that there were muscles beneath the expensive shirt. "Well I suppose there ARE worst places to be on earth." she rationalized to herself. Maybe Phil would surprise her and not be the total pig she expected. In any event, she understood that this first night would be the most difficult of the week. "There is no point in thinking about next Sunday, right now." thought Lilly. "Well here goes nothing." she said softly as turned her cool, passionless lips upward to meet Phil's hot, ravenous ones. The intensity of the kiss surprised Lilly, there was something more than simple naked desire behind it. Phil Saunders turned out to be one of the most adept kissers Lilly had ever encountered. She tried to relax and allow the gentle beat of the music to permeate and relax her. As their lips parted Lilly stated very softly, "Phil, I know that I have no right to ask this, but will please try to think of my needs this week as well as your own." "Phil's face wore a hurt look. "Why Lilly, I'm going to prove to you before this week is over that I am not simply an manipulating pervert. Well I AM that but I can be other things as well." Lilly emitted a brief chuckle. "We BOTH know what you are, Phil. It's nice to hear it from your own lips however." "Less taking, more kissing." said Phil as his head dipped towards Lilly's a second time. Lilly was better able to relax in Phil's arms. The man DID have a conscious, perhaps he DID see Lilly as more than just a sex toy. It was not much for Lilly to cling to but it was better than nothing. She felt Phil's fingers on the catch of her brassier. With an obviously practiced hand he manipulated the catch open and ran a hand the full length of Lilly's spectacular back. Phil shifted Lilly in his arms and the wispy bra fluttered to the floor. Phil would always remember the first unencumbered look he had at Lilly's magnificent breasts. Rarely had he encountered a more intoxicating pair. Phil began kissing down Lilly's neck, over the chrome choker and into the valley of her feminine hillocks. Gently he began to nuzzle Lilly's breasts and tease her nipples with his teeth. The more Phil worked the more Lilly was able to relax and put herself in the mood. Phil Saunders was not in a high speed rush to take Lilly. He was working on her breasts with passion tempered by sensitivity. "He's not simply pawing me. Maybe there is a gentleman in there somewhere." she though. Lilly embraced Phill and nibbled on his ear. Phil could not help but notice that Lilly was breathing a bit faster than she had been just a few moments before. He felt her fingers working on the buttons of his shirt. It was at this point that Phil got control over the baser, lizard part of his brain. "I will be very good to you, Lilly." he said with complete sincerity as he steered her towards the huge bed. Lilly was delighted to find some abdominal definition under the shirt, While Phil lacked facial hair his chest and tummy suited Lilly perfectly. As she worked the garment off, Lilly noted that Phil's had gigantic biceps. Lilly always did have a weakness for muscles. She began to kiss her way down Phil's body, savoring the tautness of his stomach until she reached his belly button. Lilly noticed the impressive bulge in Phil's trousers and was grateful that he was well equipped. Unbidden Lilly recalled a recent date that had ended disastrously when the man in question turned out to have a child's penis. When performing fellatio upon him, Lilly got the impression that she was sucking on an infant's pacifier. There were no subsequent dates. Lilly forced that unpleasant and unwanted memory from her mind and shifted her position on top of Phil so that she could open his belt. Lilly was quite skilled at fellatio. She enjoyed performing it but she had realized long ago that a spectacular session of fellatio made a man more conciliatory and compliant than any other thing on the planet earth. Lilly wanted Phil mellow. He would be easier to handle and less demanding that way. She worked down his silk boxers and encountered an impressive uncut penis. It was not bad as penis go, thought Lilly as her lips parted and she began to work her magic on the organ. Phil thought he had died and gone to heaven; never before had he encountered a more skilled master of the oral gift. Lilly gently sucked his balls, licked and stroked his shaft and encircled his maleness with he sexy red lips. Phil was beyond himself with elation as he watched Lilly's gorgeous red locks bob up and down with an enthusiasm he never thought possible. He knew that she was unwilling, but she was doing a spectacular job of hiding that fact. Phil allowed his body to relax as his came in a torrent. Phil had not jerked off all week, despite the erotic visions of Lilly that had filled most of his waking consciousness for the past several days. Lilly, parted her lips to demonstrate that she had taken in every bit of Phil's man juice. With a wink, she closed her mouth and swallowed. A stunned Phil could only utter, "My God, thank you Lilly." He gently embraced her and showered her with sweet, gentle kisses. Rolling over so that he was above her Phil continued to explore, Lilly's magnificent body with his tongue. When her reached her panties he worked them over her hips and down her long legs with her teeth. When Lilly made a move towards her garter and stocking, Phil moaned, "No leave then on." before his own tongue set to work on Lilly's crimson box. As it turned out Phil was no slouch when it came to pleasing women orally. In fact one of his proudest moment had come when he had dropped of his son at the home of his ex-wife. He arrived early and Claire was in the next room talking to one of her girlfriends when Phil overheard "The only thing I miss about Phil was the way he eats pussy." Smiling inwardly, Phil gently, yet soberly set to work on Lilly's beautiful sex. Now it was Lilly's turn to be impressed. Phil was focused like a laser beam upon her clitoris. Few men had ever shown such skill and determination when servicing her. Visions of an absolutely horrible week of demanding, humiliating sex began to vaporize in her mind. Perhaps Phil was not her type. Unquestionably, he had used his authority to take advantage of her, but he certainly understood what a woman wanted and needed between the sheets. For the first time in over a week, she was able to fully relax. Phil continued to eagerly work upon her nether regions and before long Lilly felt the first tingling of orgasm. It had been quite awhile since she had been completely satisfied by cunnilingus. Lots of built up tension melted away and Lilly moaned with pleasure as Phil brought her to the summit of orgasm and then plunged her off the summit like an Olympic down hill skier. Afterwards, Phil's face appeared over hers. Their grins shared the same degree of intensity. "It is finally nice to meet the real Lilly, Bachman." stated Phil mischievously. "The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Saunders." Replied Lilly with the same mirthful tone in her voice. As the former antagonists slid under the sheets, Phil removed a condom from a drawer in the nightstand and said. "Ms. Bachman, I think that we will have wonderful time together this week." Lilly was truly sad when the following Sunday afternoon rolled around. Phil had been wonderful the entire week. To Lilly's surprise and delight he had never been anything less than solicitous and kind. Even giving him several sessions of anal turned out to be a pleasure rather than a chore. The only thing that had irritated her the entire week was when Phil took a razor to most of Lilly's sacred grounds. Lilly was inordinately proud of her pubes, they proved that her hair coloring did not come from a bottle. Thus, she had never done more than trim it up for bikini season. Fortunately, Phil did not denude the area entirely, Lilly was left with a small oval above her vulva. She could not wait until it grew back. As Phil helped Lilly pack that final Sunday afternoon he said, "Lilly, you certainly have been everything I had hoped and more. I know that we should have no more contact after this week but I want you to know that I will pay you back. Look for a surprise in a few days, maybe a week." Lilly thought that Phil intended to send her an expensive gift. That was fine by her, she did deserve some consolation, although the sex had been some of the best of her life, part of Lilly still resented how Phil had taken advantage of her. Plus she still had to deal with her asshole ex. Lilly spent the first few days home reconnecting with Rose. They went for pedicures and Lilly took Rose to several movies. The beautiful redheaded mother had half forgotten about Phil's promise of a gift when she got a panicked call form Jenny, once her good friend, now the wife of he ex-husband. "Lilly its terrible, Joseph is dead!" "What are you talking about, Jenny?" asked a stunned Lilly. "He was finishing up the back nine on the golf course. He was alone at the time. They don't know how it happened exactly but they found Joseph with a broken neck in a sand trap! Oh Lilly what Am I going to do?" In a daze Lilly listened to her old friend, tell her that her greatest hope had come true. Even so, she was contrite and sympathetic to the woman who had stolen her husband. Sometime later Phil was watching Tommy's soccer practice when Lilly Bachman appeared at his side. "I don't know how you did it," she said "but I want to thank you." Phil met Lilly's gaze and replied, "I'm sure I have no idea what you mean, Ms. Bachman." "I'm sure you don't." she said, a half smile on her face . After a pause Lilly continued with, "Rose and I are taking a vacation in August at the shore, it certainly would be fun to have you and Tommy tag along. If you want to shave all of it off this time, I won't object at all." With that, Lilly Bachman winked at Phil and drifted back into a larger knot of soccer moms. Phil gazed at the brilliant blue sky, the expanse of green grass and said to no one in particular, "It is a beautiful day."