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Bob Doe You Naughty Man

By: egmontgrigor2010



CHAPTER 1

Three months after being divorced by his wife who'd found in mid-life she was romantically attracted to another woman, Bob Doe finally came out of sulking. Reading the signs, daughter Mira decided to introduce him to Mrs Apple, the widowed mother of one of her friends.

The good intent was in vain. Verity Apple's breasts were too large for Bob's liking and he preferred a woman who was a better organizer and more intelligent that he was because that meant he was told what to do and how to do it, the theory being there would be less arguing. Verity proved to be flighty and a little lazy and dumber than Bob so when finding she was rather appalling in bed, choosing to lie cast and contributed nothing much beyond panting, he was rather elated when she asked did he mind her saying she might prefer your pal Tom Saddler.

As they sat at the table after dinner having this amicable conversation, Bob stupidly said he'd been about to ask Verity to move in with him. She expressed surprise and cupped her chin and said perhaps she would consider the best offer. She asked what was he offering?

"Er nothing," Bob said beginning to panic. "You just move in and do all the housework, cooking, do the roof when it needs repainting, attend to the trash..."

"Bob I must say this with as much kindness I can muster: Shove your offer."

Bob fought to conceal his relief. 

Eyeing at his reddening face as she finished her coffee Verity said, "Oh you poor guy. I've offended you by turning you down and now you are angry with me."

Exhaling, Bob said he'd get over it.

They kissed goodbye outside Verity's apartment block, she making it quite clear this was their finale and he has not being invited up.

He gave her a little dig, "What no more sex?"

"Thankfully no; your problem is you don't know when to stop."

Bob mistook her disapproval for a huge compliment and almost swaggered to his new black all-wheel-drive Cadillac SRX that Verity adored. 

In an attempt to make sure Verity did not return, Bob called Tom Saddler and said, "You skunk, I attempted a big hit on Verity Apple but was rebuffed. She told me she was going soft on you."

"Oh yeah? I thought the reverse applied. She told me you had zoom to burn."

"Well apparently she's off zoom."

They chatted and when running out of things to say inside ten minutes, Tom said, "Thanks for that tip off. I aim to give Verity all my attention."

At home Bob, feeling the passion of a freed man, looked at the local Real Estate newspaper insert from the morning's newspaper and when on his second whisky decided to put an offer on one of the four penthouses in the new Apollo apartment tower that was almost ready for occupancy. He called Linda Shadbolt, selling agent for the developer.

"Hi Bob, has it fallen off yet?"

They were old friends and used to fuck before he became engaged to Stella. Linda said she'd heard he'd sold his business and he said yeah, to a management buyout.

"Good money?

He was cagey and said he was happy. "Although I'm only forty-eight I am going to try early retirement."

"Are you calling about Apollo?"

"Yeah."

"The premium apartments with the river view are gone or are under contract but some of those agreements could be a mite shaky. I'll try some pressure to force a cancellation for you."

"What about a penthouse?"

Linda was good but he heard her suck in breath. He smiled.

"Which one would you like?"

He grinned and said it would depend on an inspection but first he wanted 15% off the advertised price.

"Bob I could try the CEO of the development company on that but I don't know. She may agree to 5%."

"Linda you need one of those sold to initiate further interest. Tell Mrs Vaughan I'll sign tomorrow at the advertised asking price less 15% and the only counter-offer I'm interested in hearing is an ever larger discount."

"I'll make sure she gets that message Bob. Um do you want me to come over now?"

"You're married to a great guy baby. Don't be stupid and risk it."

"Yeah right. What time do you wish me to call in the morning?"

"I'll meet you outside the entrance to Apollo at 8:00 sweetie. Let's get this cracking."

"Yea I agree. Listen I haven't said this but less fifteen is pretty close to current market price."

"Understood."

New day Bob and Linda agreed one apartment had the edge and he returned to her office and signed the preliminary agreement to buy Penthouse 1 for the asking price less 15%.

A couple of days later Bob received a call. The voice was that of a young woman. 

"Mr Robert Doe?"

"Yes."

"I'm Rosalie Apple also known as Rosie Apple."

"Verity's daughter who was returning from overseas?"

"Correct, I arrived three days ago. I would like to meet."

"What coffee or lunch?"

"Over light lunch would be fine. I'll pay."

They agreed on the time and café. 

A super looking chick with rosy cheeks and hand-sized boobs came up to the table and Bob decided she couldn't be but she said hi Mr Doe. He sprang to his feet.

"Miss Apple welcome. You are swell looking," Bob said, aghast his touch of sophistication had deserted him.

"Oooh and what it is about me that appeals?"

"Um you face," Bob said looking at her breasts and he looked up into a knowing smile.

Her eyes were bluest blue. He almost groaned. "May I call you Rosie?"

"Help yourself," she said with a thoughtful smile.

Bob had expected the meeting would be about her mom who would have given Rosie an earful about Bob Doe being the only date she'd had in years who really meant anything to her but that his sexual horsepower was too much for her. This chick would be wasting her time. Her mom would have to put up with being driven round in Tom's eight-year-old Ford Ranger pick-up and being taught to play poker and being asked to help in the garden.

"You must be enjoying been back home?" he asked, not knowing what else to say.

"Well yes, I was homesick. But without wishing to sound disloyal mom is so full of complaints. I never thought I'd hear this from an older women but she even complained about having too much sex."

"Er I have been dating your mom."

"Yes she told me and that she's dumped you for Tom Saddler in an effort to have a more leisurely life."

They looked at one another awkwardly and were saved by the arrival of a pimply-faced student with the menus.

The both waved away the menus. Rosie ordered chicken salad and Bob a steak sandwich. He ordered a light-alcohol French wine without consulting his companion.

As the young guy walked away tiredly, Rosie said charmingly, "You look very fit and lean for a guy your age."

"Well I do workout," Bob said proudly but was embarrassed when she said, "What on women including my mother?"

Bob took a deep breath and said sternly, "About the reason for this lunch. I'm not interested..."

"Don't disappoint me, I'll pay."

"What?" Bob said, his mind now filled with images of his hands around those two little puppies whereas two seconds earlier he was about to say he was not interested in taking back her mother, being certain that was what she was after.

Their wine arrived so they sat looking for the young guy to blunder but surprisingly he didn't break a glass or spill a drop or go cross-eyed attempting to ogle the old guy's daughter if that's who he thought she was.

"Cheers," said Bob.

She said cheers smiling at him sexily and taking a sip.

"God this is good. Little wonder you ordered despite me being your host."

"Eh?"

She sighed and said she'd invited him to lunch and had booked and had said she would pay. Normally the host ordered the wine or at least asked his or her guests about their preference.

"I usually order."

"Oh macho man," she said kindly and he apologized for being presumptuous. She said she'd only been teasing.

Bob was still nonplussed about why did she want to pay him for sex? With her looks and bright personality she could pull in almost any guy just by placing a hand on her hip and looking at him and smiling, lips parted.

"Bob... if I may call you that?"

"Yeah of course. Um I had expected Rosie to be a hated name because of the association with Apple and the childhood teasing that would have resulted?"

She looked at him curiously. "I hadn't expected sensitivity from you. Rosie is fine, my preference actually. Bob, mom told me you have just sold your job placement agency and you were acknowledged as the best in that business in this city. I hate going through the wasteful process of applying for jobs and wonder if you would consider attempting to secure a direct placement for me. I'll happily pay you a handsome fee."

Oh crap, thought Bob. Rosie wasn't intending to pay him for sex. She was attempting to use him to shoehorn her into a job. His sighed thinking what a lovely sight that would have been watching her ride him cowgirl, she smiling and pushing his hands into those cute little puppies. He looked at them forlornly.

She was staring at him.

God she'd kill him if she knew what he was thinking.

She smiled and said, "If you are interested in seeing them just ask. I'm very keen to get onside with you Bob."

Bob's head dropped in shame and he muttered, "What kind of job?"

"I have a BA in business management and gained extra credits in marketing. I have worked in office administration, events organizing and my last position in England was PA to one of the most successful commercial real estate agents in Manchester."

"Commercial property and you know about marketing?"

"Yes."

"How old are you?"

"I'll turn twenty-six near the end of the month."

Bob smiled and asked to be excused to make a call. He went outside and called Linda.

"Hi it's Bob Doe."

"Oooh you've decided to take a second penthouse?"

He laughed and said Linda had told him yesterday she was desperately overloaded because her right-hand woman had left her and she'd not had time to scout around for a replacement. Well he thought he'd found her.

"I really want a younger, vibrant woman who is energetic and can work unsupervised and is creative."

"I think this one could be all of that. She's almost twenty-six and has returned from England where she was PA to a commercial property guru in Manchester."

Linda sounded surprised. "How the hell are you talking to someone like that when you're out of the business?"

"Don't under-estimate my natural born charm and magnetic appeal."

Linda laughed and said she could see the kid at 3:30 but she'd better not be late because she had other appointments.

As Bob returned to the table he noticed Rosie sizing him up. Jesus the hottie was light years more advanced than her mother. He made sure Rosie noticed him checking his zip.

"I have you placed, subject to you interviewing well."

"What?"

Bob was pleased to have impressed, to be sending her mind into a tizz.

"You will have noticed the new Apollo apartment tower?"

"Yes, it looks almost completed. It must be in the top five tallest buildings in the city?"

"It's the third highest actually. I bought something in that tower yesterday off an old flame who selling agent for the developer. Her name is Linda Shadbolt. She can see you for a few minutes today at 3:30. Her temporary office is the apartment manager's office off the lobby, left hand side as you go in. Deliver the impression she expects from you within fifteen seconds and hand her your CV to read and with all of that meeting her expectations then the job will be yours."

"She'll want further interviews."

"No I said I vouch for you. She owes me."

"Oh god Bob, how can I thank you?"

Bob decided to settle way less that what he was thinking. "Just smile at me whenever we pass on the street. That will be enough. Now finish here and go home and change into something sexy. She is involved in selling high-price property and knows a lovely smile and a bit of tit and plenty of leg as well as a tight ass under a skirt does wonders even with female clients as you will be frontline in client liaison."

"Oh Bob you wonderful man. I'll pay you a thousand."

"Get off. This is complimentary. Just tell your mom and perhaps she won't think I'm such a jerk after all."

Rosie said breathlessly, "I can get her back to you if that's what you want?"

"Nah I'd rather have you."

Rosie just stared at him, leaving Bob quite surprised she hadn't puked.

Outside the restaurant Rosie went to kiss him on the lips but Bob turned his cheek and took it on that, wanting her to wonder why had he done that.

He said good luck and she said thank you for the tenth time. Bob watched her hurry off and stood watching. Just as he hoped she turned to look back and seemed surprised to see him standing in the same spot and staring in her direction. He waved and smiled, wanting her to think why had he been staring after her like that? You could never tell with women but Bob knew they found it difficult to cope with anything that perplexed them.

At 4:00 Bob was listing his home for sale with a Realtor when his phone went. He excused himself and took the call.

"Linda hired me on the spot."

"That's great. Congratulations."

"I don't know how to thank you."

"Just flash those rosy apples at me one day. Bye I have a Realtor with me."

He cut the call. The Realtor, an old buddy of Bob's, said that was an interesting request she'd overhead and asked what did it mean?

"Her breasts are the size of big apples."

"Oh my," tittered Barbara, quite embarrassed. That didn't put her off Bob, however. As she was leaving she said she thought one of her salespersons had a buyer who was the right fit to purchase Bob's property.

He called Marlene Denver a home décor consultant and invited her to dinner.

"And then what Bob?"

"You're married. My rule is never... "

"You are not up to date Bob. I have been divorced three years."

"Sorry to hear that Marlene. I want to give you the layout plan of my new apartment and give you a few requirements and to commission you to chose and install the furnishings and soft furnishings, The theme I require is modern laid-back sophisticated with general appeal. It's not intended as a bachelor's pad."

"Well why don't I come to your home? It will be more relaxing. I'll arrive at 7:30 with Chinese takeouts."

The arrangement worked well. Marlene had already toured throughout Apollo expecting to win business and was familiar with the penthouse apartments. After eating and completing the business consultation Bob said, "You were keen on me at college."

"I still am Bob but we were never that compatible. I do recall the sex was good."

"Sex? What's that?"

She removed her reading glasses and walked over and sat on his knee. "Give them a good squeeze while you kiss me darling. That gets me going."

Bob licked his lips and his hand snaked in.

"Wow you are still very muscular," Marlene said and did as instructed when Bob leered, "Feel further down for a muscle of perhaps greater interest to you."

Marlene was no longer as light as she had been all those years ago at college when Bob could walk her around a room pumping as he held her up high. At the first break he led her over to the sofa and she whimpered, "Pound me Bob."

He pleased the lady and she went home looking very pleased and exhausted.

For several nights in bed, drifting off to sleep, Bob wondered if he'd ever get a leg over young Rosie Apple. There was an age gap of twenty-two years and so she wouldn't want to be seen publicly with him but she had reason to be grateful and he'd made sure she knew he was interested in her puppies. Perhaps she knew how to show her gratitude to really please him. He needed just a bit of luck to be alone with her. The thought of sliding between her young thighs made him almost erupt.

"Christ if she knew how I thought she'd wouldn't come within a mile of this dirty old man," he sniffed. "How tragic."

Next day he picked up a letter addressed to him in a female's hand he didn't recognize.

'Dear Bob. I'm going so well in my role with Linda and she appears pleased with my performance so far. The time has come for me to reward you. I'm a little apprehensive being seen in your company locally because if that gets back to mom she'll throw me out of her apartment. May I suggest we go to Lake Peters and I'll hire a houseboat from Friday night through to Sunday mid-afternoon? I will supply everything. None of mom's friends are likely to venture up there... it's a five hour drive from the city and very remote. My phone number is written below. Please decide yes and give me a call with you preferred weekend. The weekend after this coming one would suit me fine. Your lovely young friend, Rosie.'

Bob felt quite excitement but then thought about his Little Darling viewing his aging body, not that she was little because Rosie was his height although she'd weigh less but that was how nature intended in the architectural design for sexual reproduction. With those sobering thoughts he knew he'd not be howling at the moon that night in primeval triumph. He chose do something more positive: He called her.

"Hi it's Bob."

He heard the gasp.

"Sorry is this an inconvenient moment?"

"No, I'm in my bedroom reading. It's just that I've been nervous wondering if I'd gone too far and you'd think I was a slut."

"Rosie please, there's nothing wrong with sluts but just think of yourself as being sweet and virginal. Don't be scared of the unknown. I'll tell you right now that it's an unbelievable offer and I'm in a daze."

He could hear her breath deeply. "A daze, why?"

"I find it unbelievable you'd initiate spending a weekend away with me."

Her voice sounded happier when she replied, "May I tell you something without you getting mad Bob."

"Sure, shoot."

"I've seen the way you look at me so intently that I imagine fire burning within you. It makes my feel weak at the knees."

"I would have been looking at your tits or butt."

"My butt? Naughty boy Bob Doe," she giggled and added, "What's this about looking at my tits; men only like big tits? I'm practically deformed up there compared with most of my girlfriends."

"I prefer small tits and your are exactly right. They look the size of big apples.

Her huge swallow was transmitted to his ear, loud and clear.

"B-Bob, my knees have turned to jelly and I'm not even standing on them."

"Touch you pussy."

"What?"

"Haven't you got one?"

She giggled and said he was a naughty man. "Okay, I'm doing that."

"Now push in a finger."

He heard her breathe out and then, "Yes. I'm doing that."

He said was it moist and she said yes, moister that usual unless a guy had been working her up.

"Then you are ready for me Rosie Apple. That is great news. Bye. Oh going away Friday week will be fine, really fine."

"Bob you can't leave me like this."

He laughed and told her to find a toy.

"I want to see you tomorrow and every day thereafter."

He said no. They should not meet till he called for her on Friday week. They should allow their thoughts about their lusty weekend together build.

"Will it be a lusty weekend?" she whispered.

"If that's what you want. I have the desire to act the role of a dirty old man with you my sweet apple."

"Oh Bob," she groaned and panted slightly. "I don't need a toy. May I phone you every day?"

"Yes," Bob said, ending the call, pleased he'd set in motion a process that would give Rosie plenty of opportunity to think about her proposed dirty weekend so she could pull the plug on it as soon as serious doubt set in.

But her excitement remained undiminished and he gave her one more chance to bolt, arranging to meet her on Pioneer at the side entrance to the bus station.

"Why there?"

To make it easy for her to bolt when she saw him arriving, that's why, but he wouldn't tell her that. "It's a straight drive through to the highway that connects with the route to the mountains. It will be Friday afternoon remember, as busy as."


Bob Doe You Naughty Man



"Yes of course. Linda said it's okay for me to go early."

Bob said apprehensively, "You told her we are going away for the weekend."

"Yes, we talk about everything. Linda congratulated me for enterprise saying it was the best possible way to show my extreme appreciation in a way you'd truly appreciate."

"Oh god," Bob groaned and heard her giggle and then heard her say Linda had told her stories about the days when Bob used to plow her before he met his future wife Stella. He knew Rosie was enjoying this, turning the screws.



CHAPTER 2

Waiting for this young woman to arrive for her recruitment appointment Linda Shadbolt glanced at her watch and then looked up at the doorway when the young woman said, exactly at 3:30, "Hi Mrs Shadbolt, "I'm Rosalie Apple."

Omigod Bob Doe you naughty boy, Linda giggled to herself. First the mother and now the daughter. Just how do you do it? "Come in dear, call me Linda. I think I know your mom if she's..."

"Verity Apple?"

"Yes. I went through high school with her."

"Mrs Shadbolt it's so lovely of you seeing me at such short notice. Here is my CV and testimonials from my three former employers in England. My instinct tells me I'll enjoy working being your assistant. Reward me well and I'll dazzle you with my efficiency and ability to perform beyond your expectations. Any questions... I was told you were under pressure?"

"Um just let me scan through this documentation."

"Hmmm this is impressive. You'll work six days a week with Monday's off and Sunday duties will be only in the afternoon and will be light. You'll work when I do which is 10:00 and as late as 9:00 some evenings. When can you start?"

"Um tomorrow?"

"Good be here at 9:00 and I'll sign you on. Your salary will be $30,000 and after six months I'll discuss a bonus system with you. Oh always dress sexy for work, like you are now. Is Bob Doe seducing you?"

"No I only met him for the first time at lunch today."

"Hmmmm. Do you have any questions?"

"No. I accept the job conditions you have outlined. I guess we have slack times during the work day and I can take time our for hair appointments and facials?"

"Of course and now that you are my marketing association please call me Linda."

"Thank you Linda. This is the most exciting employment interview I've ever had. I knew you'd be nice because I could tell Bob Doe has huge admiration for you. Bye,"

"Bye," said Linda, aware the process had taken just six minutes. She'd known not to waste time asking numerous questions because Bob Doe had vouched for this girl and his ability to assess people accurately was legendary.

Two days later after lunch with a client, Rosie noting the decisions made and the client had left, the two women stayed to chat.

Linda asked, "How did you come to meet Bob Doe?"

"I had just arrived home from England and my mom was groaning to me about having to let go a really great guy who had a sexual appetite that left her feeling like a beached whale. My mom is a little large."

"So you asked her who the guy was?"

"Yes but just out of interest. She told me he was Bob Doe and I recalled they'd known each other for years. Then mom mentioned he rated as the best job placement expert in this city."

"And well beyond this city darling."

"That figures. He projects an image of huge professional competency, a guy who really knows what he's about. Well I wanted to land a good job without too much hassle and called him and invited him for lunch, explaining I was Verity Apple's daughter. We had never met and I guess he thought I was in some sort of trouble. Anyway he agreed to meet for lunch and I said I'd pay and that must have intrigued him. Over lunch I offered to pay him well to land me with a good job and after a few questions he went out and phoned you."

"And he took his fee for setting up this interview and..."

"No, he said just smile at him whenever I say him and perhaps one day I might flash my puppies at him."

"You mean your breasts?"

Rosie nodded.

"Omigod the naughty boy, he was conditioning your mind for sex?"

"Do you think so? I didn't think he would be interested in small breasts like mine."

"And mine. Bob Doe prefers small handfuls. Have you any idea what it's like for women to go through life with heavy breast poundage?"

"No."

"And how depressing it must be when dresses are either too tight up top or too loose down below?"

"I think I get the idea."

"Or having them sag as they get older?"

"So I shouldn't get mine augmented?"

"Christ no darling. Are you mad? Just find a younger guy like Bob Doe."

"Yes Bob Doe."

Linda was expert at extracting information so pitched her question perfectly. "What about him?"

"I've become very attracted to him and have been thinking of having a fling with him. He could be interested judging by the way he looked at my puppies over lunch."

Linda's jaw hung open. "Darling don't you think he's a little old for you?"

"No."

Linda's frown turned into a grin. "Darling let's plan a strategy for you to really nail Bob Doe. First you write to him, just a wee note that promises exotic and erotic adventure but without actually stating that."

* * *

Bob approach the side entrance to the bus station fully expecting pretty blonde Rosie to be waiting, smiling excitedly. Although she was a week away from turning twenty-six she was acting like a big kid over this, going on about how she'd never engaged in sex with any guy more than five years older than her.

"The age gap between us is twenty-two years," he'd grated, adding that meant he was old enough to be her father.

"Yes, how interesting," she'd replied unemotionally as if acknowledging Bob could do math and knew about relationships.

Bob spotted her waiting at the edge of the sidewalk and she picked up two bags and had a smaller on over her shoulders. Why was she lugging all that stuff she'd not use," he mused as he always did when traveling with females.

"Hi," he grinned as she threw open the door and climbed on to her knees to reach over to kiss him full on the mouth and say hi darling.

"Er your bags."

"Oh yes. I don't really know why I'm toting so much stuff."

As they got underway she said brightly, "We will have sex won't we?"

He grinned and said she'd kept seeking that answer every day when she'd called him and she confused him by looking perplexed and asking, "Well what do you think this is about?"

"You know," he hedged.

"I know what?"

He sighed. "I keen to fuck you."

"Oh Bob darling, how wonderful. A guy who is keen to do it with me without giving the impression he fucks by numbers. Oh and would you please stop treating my like a young virgin. I've probably had fifty lovers."

"I've had two," he lied and she had near hysterics and said, "What each week?"

He laughed and she seemed to appreciate that and that told him she was nervous.

"You didn't tell your mom what you're doing this weekend did you?"

"Well not in detail. I just said I was going away with your for the weekend."

The Cadillac lurched.

"Steady on Bob. There's nothing to worry about. I'm a grown woman. Would you please stop thinking of me as a juvenile."

Bob gritted. This was not going to work. He should turn back to the city now.

"Tell me what you intend doing when you get your head between my legs?"

Bob drove off the highway and narrowly missed taking out a rural mailbox on a post at a ranch entrance before returning to the sealed highway. Two vehicles went past, horns honking.

"Are you nervous or drunk or both?"

"Your chatter distracted me."

"Oh I'll keep silent."

"No chatter."

"Why?"

He sighed and said if she was talking it meant he didn't have to talk.

She complained she recalled calling him macho man a few days earlier.

They settled in to a chatting rhythm, avoiding provocation and the miles and minutes flew and they arrived relaxed and happy and with great expectations.

A thickset bearded guy looked up at they entered the office. "Good afternoon miss. Oh hi Bob."

"Hi Kelvin."

"You two know each other?" Rosie asked in surprise.

Bob was studying the paint-peeling ceiling so Kelvin said, "Bob was here two days ago to get boat handling instructions and to upgrade to premium class and to order provisions including a champagne and turkey dinner."

"Oh Bob," Rosie gushed, hugging him.

Bob said lamely, "Kelvin this is Rosie."

"Nice to meet you miss. Now I understand why Bob wanted the upgrades and to be seen as a competent boat master."

Bob was back to studying the ceiling again.

"Well let's get your gear aboard Seduction Queen, I mean Queen of the Lake, and you'll be off Rosie. Captain Bob completed the shakedown cruise with me two days ago. I take it you two guys are on your honeymoon?"

"Oh no, we've only just met," Rosie said disarmingly.

The gob-smacked Kelvin muttered, "Jesus, some guys have all the luck."

"Come Rosie, I'll show you around," Kelvin said, leaving Bob to go back for the final load.

"Bob?"

"Yeah it's okay honey," Bob grinned. "He only looks like a bear."

The ugly looking oblong box on the water was like a beautifully appointed hotel suite with cooking facilities inside and when Kelvin took Rosie upstairs to the sun deck and pointed to the hot tub she became even more excited.

They returned below and Bob joined them. Kelvin left saying he'd cast off and Bob acknowledged and started the governed twin motors. The houseboat moved forward slowly and picked up speed a bit.

"We're underway," Rosie said excitedly, standing behind the captain's chair at the wheel, holding Bob's shoulders. She kissed him below his ear.

"May I sit on your knee until you decide to hit full speed?"

"Yeah but this is full speed, eight knots or just over nine miles an hour."

"It's a crawl."

"It's faster than you can walk."

Instead of complaining Rosie lifted up her arms and Bob removed her top.

He then unclipped her bra.

"God you did that fast. I bet you've removed a few of those."

He grinned. "Turn right round so I can get at those puppies."

"Only if I'm sitting on something hard," she giggled.

He eyed her and declared, "It's hard."

When Rosie tired of Bob sucking and squeezing her tits she panted, "My pussy is wanting you."

"Get your gear off."

They both stood to remove clothing and Rosie looked at his erection bug-eyed.

"I don't think we can get that up my butt."

"Let's put that thought aside for the moment. Just sit down on it looking forward and keep an eye out for other boats while I work up pussy."

"Pussy is more than ready for you; I'm dripping."

"Oh aren't you an accommodating your lady?"

Giggling, Rosie reached behind him to pull his head against her back. She squeezed a breast as he pushed in slowly.

"May I bounce now?"

"Yeah but keep looking left, right and forward. We don't want to collide with anything."

"Should we stop the boat?"

"No I have been thinking about doing this like this for days."

She asked sounding dumbfounded, "What you have been thinking of me?"

"Yeah, quite a bit actually."

"Omigod," Rosie shuddered and creamed him. "That came quickly."

"Good girl. You can come as often as you like with me. I'm not fussy and don't fuck to preconceptions."

"I didn't think you would," Rosie said, biting her lip and holding the arms of the chair.

He cried, "Jesus!"

"What?"

"Nothing," he muttered sheepishly.

Rosie eased back on her squeezing a and said, "That's good. I don't accept complaints when I'm participating in sex."

After he climaxed and they wound down, Bob checked the chart. "We're fifteen minutes off from where we'll beach for the night. I'm stopping the motors now and we'll have a proper fuck."

"Okay. Will we be safe?"

"We have an orange beacon revolving on the stubby mast topside. I'll leave it on. When we are done you can shower and break out the champagne while I get us to the beach."

"Aye, aye captain. May I suggest doggie sir with you hanging on to my puppies."

""Yes to that request first mate."

CHAPTER 3

Bob was scarcely into his house when he heard huge thumping on the front door.

"Christ that will be the mother," he snorted.

Correct.

He opened the door and stood aside as Verity barged in.

"You foul ape. You have been banging my daughter."

"Yes."

"She's arrived home absolutely exhausted."

"Well that's not my fault. She decided to out-last me. She needs to get fitter."

"Rubbish," Verity fumed. "She needs to get her head examined. She can stay tonight but she's out on the street tomorrow."

"Verity I plead with you, don't do that."

Verity swore and told him to keep out of her domestic affairs.

"You listed to me," Bob said. "Throw her out and that could be akin to throwing her into my lap. She's already gone a little soft on me. Toss her out and she will see me as her best bet."

Verity snorted and said rubbish. "You know nothing about women. My daughter will do the sensible thing and find suitable accommodation and stay completely away from you as you represent trouble in her life and I've told her that."

"Verity if she decides to move in with me then I'll not stand in her way."

"I bet you won't you lecher but I have right on my side and my daughter is sensible."

"You are being stupidly pig-headed Verity. Go home and say you are sorry and tell her she may stay on with you."

"Get fucked. Open the door for me you lecher."

"Charmed I'm sure. Good evening Verity."

Rosie called Bob next morning just after 7:00.

He did his best to say "Hi" in a neutral tone.

"Mom has ordered me to leave her apartment. She has forbidden me to have anything to do with you again."

"You have a sensible mother."

"I can't believe you just said that."

"Well I did. Bye Rosie."

Within the hour Bob answered a knock, knowing it would be Rosie.

He grinned and said, "Hi. You look a little worse for wear."

"I wonder why?"

She ignored that and said, "Please Bob. Let me move in with your."

"Sure, that's fine."

She looked surprised. But..."

"Our of courtesy to your mother I had to warn you against this move darling. But you have chosen to ignore it so you are welcome to follow your instinct. Have you come with your possessions?"

"Most of them. Mom can burn what I've left behind."

"Within two weeks your mother will have forgiven you."

"What?"

"I know women Rosie. Ask Linda to talk to your mom about it next week but not before. Your mom will need a week to stew on this to feel pain and suffering, convincing her she's acting like the outraged mom that people will expect."

Rosie smiled and said that didn't sound at all like her mother. She asked Bob to help her lug in her stuff from the cab.

As soon as she was settled in Rosie said she must go otherwise she would be late for work.

"I'll drive you."

"Thanks."

In the SRX Rosie said. "Please tell me the truth. How do you feel about me moving in with you?"

"My only problem with it is it might drive a wedge between you and your mom."

"You indicated it wouldn't."

"Well you can never tell with women. Talk to Linda about it. She's a very sensible and has good instincts and is used to dealing with emotional women."

"I think that's good advice. God the traffic is horrible; yet have done well to get me here on time."

"Have a good day darling?"

"Darling? Isn't that a mite possessive?"

"I don't think so but if you feel..."

"No I like it, in fact I love it."

He pulled up outside Apollo Tower and they kissed, Rosie slowly sliding her tongue into his mouth.

"Christ Rosie, don't you want to get to work?"

She giggled and raced off.

Bob returned home whistling cheerfully, thinking the kid would stay with him a couple of months perhaps up to eighteen months before she met Mr Right and would then depart. He was happy about that because in the meantime he'd be plowing her and she was such a delectable young woman.

Late morning Linda called.

"Bob Doe you naughty man. Rosie is in love with you."

"What?"

""Christ Bob is it just decadent living that has robbed you of your sensibilities or is it a lack of understanding English or you've lost your understanding women?"

"Did she tell you that?"

"No but I see it in her eyes when she was talking about you and she said quite candidly you were becoming central to her life."

"Oh dammit Linda, will that pass?"

"Eventually and don't ask how soon will be that. Just be kind and treat her lovingly and don't stand in her way of meeting new people. How do you feel about that?"

"Relaxed and I want her to choose her own life and to live it to the max. 

Please keep an eye on her Linda. She'll need a confidante."

"I shall. Good boy Bob Doe."

THE END