"I Can Help You With That"

[TellMeATale2013]

"I Can Help You With That"​

(OOC: For the pic below, imagine the girl wearing an exotic necklace and matching bracelets, a sarong that greatly shows off one long leg, and tall, heels.)

Robert wasn't eavesdropping, but still he couldn't help but overhear what his daughter and her friend were discussing beyond her open bedroom door. A few minutes later, Lori came out with that How much do you love me? expression on her face.

"You have an allowance," he said before she'd even parted her lips to speak. He looked back to the newspaper in his hands and gave her a cute little wave, saying, "Bye bye. You and your little friend go have fun."

She exhaled that little pouty puff that so often came with the pouty look, then stomped away. From the bedroom, Robert could hear Lori saying, "No go. I'll have to ask my mother. She's across the street at the neighbors. I'll be right back."

Robert just smiled to himself and turned the page, still reading and ignoring his daughter's grumbling as she stormed out of the house. His wife would give her the cash she wanted. She always did.

After a minute or two, Robert heard the click clack click clack of high heels coming nearer across the tile floor. He lowered his paper ... and simply stared. His daughter's little friend, as Robert had referred to her, was simply the most incredible looking woman upon which he'd ever laid eyes. In her tall, stiletto heels, she was close to Robert's height of 5'10"; a wild mane of sun bleached red hair fell over one shoulder, it and a busy necklace of exotic shapes taking their place around young, firm, unbridled breasts whose nipples he was already appreciating from the opposite side of the room.

At the end of the hall she shot him a quick little smirk -- she knew he was entranced -- and turned to follow the edge of the family room in which he wiled away most of his evenings. She took note -- or pretended to -- of the walls and shelves full of nicknacks and what nots that Robert's wife had collected over the years, finally stopping at the wall full of videos, CDs and DVDs that they hardly ever looked at now with their thousand channels of very expensive digital television.

And all the while that she was ambling about, Robert's eyes continued to appreciate the goddess before him. Long, shapely legs, one with its full length shown off by the floor to hip split of the sarong tied at her waist; a wonderfully rounded ass that shifted to and fro with her steps; pouty lips that pursed occasionally when she seemed to find something of interest.

She was just a few feet from him when she turned and met his gaze. By now, he's laid the paper down in his lap to hide the massive erection that she awoken. The beauty's body would have been enough to pit men against one another, but looking into her face sent a shiver up Robert's spine.

Ever since that summer he'd turned 14 a flirty, strawberry blond from the riding team kissed him at the county fair, Robert had had an attraction to freckles. And this girl's flawless, smooth skin was simply awash with them. He was in awe of her refusal to cover them over with a layer of foundation and bottles of other goo, as his wife had done almost every morning for the past twenty years of their life.

Robert could hardly believe that this angel from the heavens was a high school teenager, let alone a friend of his daughter. Lori was a pretty girl -- cute in the face, shapely in her features -- but she was no runway model like Robert was sure this girl would be someday. And Lori had never shown any interest in hanging out with the beautiful people or the chic cliques over which even the handsomest of boys in the school drooled over by day and masturbated to by night.

He had no idea what the connection between these two girls might be, but Robert was tickled pink that it had been made. He also had no idea that he'd been staring at her so intently until she giggled -- causing him to look away -- and said with a pouty voice that reminded him of Lori, "My daddy doesn't give me an allowance."

He shuffled his paper a bit -- ensuring that it continued to hide the swelling down below -- and cleared his throat, asking, "So ... you have a job somewhere?"

She just shook her head and returned to her slow trek around the room.

Robert didn't realize he'd been doing it, but little by little, he'd been turning his swivel chair with her movement to always keep her right there in front of him. When she casually looked over her shoulder at him he risked, "So ... what do you do for money?"

Stripper...? Porn star...? Hooker? that dirty little voice in the back of his mind was screaming. Anything that involves you getting very naked in front of old married men like me!

She turned and faced him squarely, donned a devilish smirk, and said, "What ever I need to."

Oh please god, where the hell is my wallet? Robert thought as she turned that perfect little ass to him again and shuffled slowly toward the hallway and the end of her tour about him.

She stopped at the hall and turned to face him again with that I know you want to fuck smile, and added in almost a whisper, "Depends on how much money we're talking about, I suppose."

Robert couldn't believe this conversation. If he'd been in his car negotiating with a street walker he would have asked What'll fifty bucks get me? Robert would have given this girl a thousand dollars to shed that outfit and crawl into his lap right now.

But, this was no hooker, of course; this was his daughter's teenage friend from school. And, to be honest, he didn't know how he could hide the expenditure of a grand let alone the perpetual smile he would have worn for the next month, as well as each time he saw a cute face full of freckles for the next decade or more.

And while he would have loved to say something, anything, to prolong this conversation and see what exactly she would do for what amount of money, he knew that at any moment, his daughter -- or worse, his wife and daughter -- could walk back into the house.

And, as if the morality Gods were listening, Lori came bursting through the door just then, announcing successfully, "Got it! Let's go. The store closes in twenty minutes."

While his daughter rushed to her room to snatch up her purse, the goddess just stood there in the hallway, sharing a smile with Robert.

"Let's go!" his daughter growled, snatching her friend by the wrist and pulling her hurriedly for the door. Robert smiled a bit wider and risked a little wink as the long legged creature gave him a little farewell wave and, he assumed, disappeared from his life -- but not his fantasies -- forever.



Robert was sitting on the patio of a sidewalk cafe when he heard the click clack click clack of high heels on concrete. It quickly refreshed his memory of that afternoon three weeks earlier, making him smile behind the magazine in his hands. That encounter had been the inspiration for several episodes of self abuse in the bathroom. And imagining that tall, perfect angel again now was making Robert's penis--

His heart leaped in his chest as the redheaded beauty from his family room stopped within inches of him and smiled down. "Lori's dad ... right?"

He tried to speak but couldn't get the words out. He nodded affirmation, cleared his throat, and managed to get out, "Robert. I'm Robert."

She looked to the chair opposite him and asking, "May I?"

Robert nodded without hesitation, saying, "Of course. Please."

As she turned and waved to the waiter, asking for a lemon water, Robert's eyes fell to the designer jeans that seemed painted to her legs and ass; and as she turned back to the table, his eyes couldn't help but find the round firm breasts and ever-hard nipples that laid unbridled below the thin cloth of a tight fitting, cropped tee shirt.

My god ... I just don't remember them looking like this when I was in school...

He forced his gaze up to her own eyes as she sat across from him, clearing his throat again and asking, "So ... the other day. Did the two of you girls have fun down at--"

"I need twenty dollars," she cut in, ignoring his small talk.

Robert just stared at her, oblivious. He was still lost in the fact that the most beautiful young woman in the world had sat down with him, at a public cafe ... in public ... where they were being seen ... together ... by the public.

He wanted so badly to look around and see if any of his buddies from the office were spying on them, so he'd know who to expect to come up and poke him for the nasty details.

When he finally realized that her statement about her need had actually been a question about how to fulfill it, his mind jumped back to that day three weeks earlier and her comment, "What ever I need to."

And suddenly, Robert's brain was awash with thoughts -- inappropriate thoughts -- about wanting to know exactly this girl meant by what ever.

He cleared his throat again and did looked about, but this time it was to see who he didn't want to see him having the conversation that was quickly taking a turn toward the possibly indecent. Seeing that there was no one to worry about -- and trying to hide the fact that his hands were trembling with excitement, he screwed up his courage and said simply, "I can help you with that."

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Samantha Jones had only recently moved into the neighborhood. Her parents had split up and her father had gotten full custody of her. She was happy as her and her mother had too many arguments, same as her mother did with her father.

They lived in a three bedroom apartment, one bedroom being used for his office as he worked out of it, but mostly was out of town on business, leaving Samantha to do her own growing up. Her father had always left her some money for food and supplies when he was gone, but she generally spent it on clothes and under things. She liked looking sexy and at 18, already knew she turned men’s heads and pocket books. Although for the most part she was a tease, not really doing anything to awfully bad, a little peek her or there, maybe a kiss on the cheek. She definitely couldn’t be called a hooker or anything like that, although her dress and voice spoke as if she did.

That was just the way she was, she had seen her mom used men to get by, so she had learned it honestly. How she used it was another story. Today she needed twenty bucks to pay her credit card, the one her father didn’t even know she had. There was a lot her father didn’t know about her and she preferred it that way.

She wasn’t sure how she could come up with the money, but then she just happened to be passing by the café’ when she saw Lori’s dad.

She went up to him, found out his name was Robert and she told him her name. “You can call me Sam for short if you want, but I really prefer Samantha, Sam is just so boyish and as you can see, there is nothing boyish about me.” She smiled and sat down smiling at him.

When he started out asking about the adventure her and his daughter went on, she cut him off.

“I need twenty dollars….” she smiled adding a sexy little grin to her smile.

She had seen she had thrown him off by what she said, so she gave him a couple moments to think it over. She was pretty sure by now from the way he looked at her, and had looked at her before, that she wouldn’t have too much of a problem getting the money from him.

“I’ll take a coke,” she said as the waiter walked by and she grabbed him by the back of his belt loops, pulling him back so he could hear her order.

“Yes mam,” he said as sweet as anything once he got a look at her.

“So, about the twenty?” she asked again this time leaning a bit over the table, her voice almost a whisper, so sensual and soft.

"I can help you with that."

“Good and what kind of help did you have in mind.” she said, knowing he was already getting just a small peek down her top.

 

[TellMeATale2013]

“Good," she said, with a tone that told Robert she already knew he was going to cough up the dough without much trouble. "And what kind of help did you have in mind.”

Robert repositioned the way he was sitting, lowering his right leg from over his left knee and shifting to sit the opposite way instead. It had meant to appear as if he was looking for more comfort for his legs, but in all honesty -- under the cover of the cloth covered table top -- he inconspicuously used his free hand to reposition his erection so that it was so uncomfortable bent within the confines of his slacks as it had been.

He considered her question, knowing that they were back to the Whatever I need to portion of today's show. What the hell could you possibly ask this GODDESS to do that would be worth twenty bucks and not get you slapped for being a pervert?

His mind was, of course, on tasks of a sexual nature. He'd been unable to think of anything that wasn't sexual in nature in three weeks; redheads, sarongs, beautiful young women, the clicking of heels, and more had all instantly caused his dick to come to life, which had surprised him because even before Samantha, Robert had been a pretty easily excited man!

Robert knew what he wanted from Samantha, of course: a weekend of wild sex on a tropical island beach the men from the Club cheering him every time the beautiful redhead announced another orgasm. But, twenty bucks wasn't going to get him that.

Could he even ask her for something that could be considered sexual? Maybe that wasn't what she meant at all! Maybe she meant I'll pick up your dry cleaning, or I'll wash your car, or I'll inform you if your daughter's crawling into a back seat with a guy covered in tattoos.

Suddenly, Robert was confused. He'd assumed he was going to see a little flesh, get a kiss on the cheek ... feel her long fingers stroking his shaft until he creamed his expensive boxers.

He decided upon his request and, though it wasn't much at all, he thought it was a safe enough place to start, a place to get a feel for just exactly what this beautiful thing was willing to do for a little bit of cash. He glanced around for prying eyes and saw none. He pulled a crisp twenty dollar bill from his thick money clip, raised his cloth napkin to dab his lips, slipped the bill inside it, and set it on the table.

"If you meet me here at 7pm for dinner," he said, pulling the napkin back to reveal the corner of the bill to her. "I could help you with that .. your bill. Yes?"

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Samantha smiled as she watched Robert think about her proposal of sorts. She had a good idea that he was conflicted over how to make this arrangement work, although all she really was concerned with was getting the twenty dollars. She did however think about what he could ask for and since her really was a sexy man, she would still have to think something sexual over.

Finally he asked her to meet him for dinner, here at 7pm.

“Done, see you at 7pm.” she said matter of fact and snatched the napkin away quickly.

She stuffed the twenty in her pocket and smiled at him, then rose from her seat. “Thanks.”

With that she walked away, her heels click clack on the pavement as she walked. The tight jeans and heels accentuating the way her hips swayed and her ass moved.

 

[TellMeATale2013]

Robert watched Samantha depart, murmuring with slowly emptying lungs, "Oh ... my ... god..."

His gaze had been set so immovably upon her perfect, swaying pear-shaped ass -- like steel on a magnet -- that is wasn't until she'd turned on the walk and disappeared from view that he became aware of a new body standing as closely as Samantha had, looking down upon him with a devilish grin.

"Bobby-boy, who the hell was that!" the man said, hurrying around to drop into the vacated seat without request or permission, "And don't tell me your daughter, because I've met your daughter, and cute as a button she may be, that was not your daughter. C'mon, c'mon ... give it up."


Robert could feel the blood rushing through his face: first, from the embarrassment for having so easily allowed his lust for the beautiful redhead to make him forget that he'd been here in the cafe for a reason; and second from anger that this aggravating co-worker would take any interest what-so-ever in said beautiful redhead, who Robert himself shouldn't have had interest in to start, but now that he did, wanted to retain sole interest in 'til the end of time.

Samantha was his discovery, her willingness to do whatever she needed to do his little secret. At least, that's what his mind was telling him. He wasn't even considering the possibility that Samantha had had bills slipped to her under napkins before, let alone stuffed into her bra or panties, which he had, of course, already fantasized himself doing to her a multitude of times in the past three weeks.

"Tell me about the Jensen Account," he said to the man flatly, gesturing to the waiter for another coffee refill.

"Tell me about the body," the man said, showing his shark's teeth, ready to eat on a good, juice story.

"She's my niece," Robert lied in a convincing tone, looking the man hard in the face and ordering, "And I would appreciate it if you would not talk about her like she's a piece of--"

The man threw up his arms, an genuinely apologetic tone in his voice as he said, "Wow, Bobby, I'm sorry. I just thought..."

"Thought what? That I was fucking around--" Robert stopped suddenly, glancing around and, yes, finding scrutinizing eyes settling on the man with the foul mouth. Softer, he finished, "That I was stepping out on my wife with a girl half my age."

The man hesitated for a moment, then -- in a sort of duh tone -- answered, "Well, yeah. I've been around your wife, and -- don't get me wrong -- she's an attractive woman and I'm sure she's a great wife and mother, but Bobby ... you aren't happy. Hell, I just work with you, and I could see it from just the few minutes I was with the two of you at the company parties over the last couple of years."

Robert gave some consideration to the man's argument for a moment, dismissed the idea of discussing their Account, and asked to be left to finish his magazine.

"Oh, and Bobby boy, you're not twice that young woman's age, yet" the man said, patting Robert on the back, and then giving him that same devilish smile added, "And I saw the way you looked after her as she left, and that ain't your fucking niece."

The man laughed as he made his way out of the patio are. Again alone, Robert stared off after Samantha's exit path and, as the man had suggested, wondered first whether he could actually cheat on his wife with another woman, something he'd fantasized about almost daily for years but had never made any real attempts at doing; and second, whether or not he would have a chance at doing such an inappropriate thing with Samantha, who represented the closest he'd ever gotten to doing such an inappropriate thing.

Samantha was a sexy young woman who -- Robert interpreted -- had flirted with him and asked for money. But, that didn't necessarily mean ...

You gave her money!

The thought made Robert smile, just before a shiver of fear ran up his back and sent goose bumps all over his body.

You are SO going to get yourself in trouble... he told himself as he finished his coffee and headed back to the office.



The cafe didn't reserve tables, so Robert arrived at 6pm -- a full hour early -- to ensure that when the table he'd scoped out that afternoon became available, he would be able to descend upon it before someone else did. Ironically, the corner location opened five minutes after his arrival, and by the time Samantha arrived, poor Robert's buttocks had falling as much asleep as his underarms had become a sauna.

He stood up fast at the sight of her, standing beside the table and resisting waving in her direction like a school boy on his first Mom drove me date...

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Samantha spent the rest of the day taking care of paying her bill and deciding what she should wear to dinner. She was quite surprised by the offer of dinner, no one had ever asked her that before. She would have been fine with a little kiss or a light touch of something, but he, this handsome hunk of her friends father had asked her to dinner. Made her wonder what he was thinking, but then that didn’t matter. She was just there to show up and have dinner.

She finally decided on a white cotton sundress that clung to her top, the dress pulled down over her shoulders and the bottom of the dress was loose enough to blow in the wind. She wore a very delicate white lace strapless bra and had a fancy pair of white lace panties that barely covered her underneath. She knew in the sunlight the dress could be see thru, but she found that it was perfect for a dinner with Robert. She knew he was quite fascinated with her, but he had no idea of her new fascination with him. She wanted to rock his world, but of course, he was married so that was a problem, not hers though, she thought to herself.

She put on her white 4” stiletto’s, grabbed a small white purse where she kept lipstick, mouth spray and perfume in it. She made sure to dab a little of the perfume on herself before leaving. Her hair was hanging down in long loose curls.

As soon as she arrived at the café, she saw Robert and immediately went to the table where he pulled out the seat for her and she sat down.

“Such a gentleman…I did make it on time didn’t I?” she asked with a wicked little grin on her face.

The waitress came over and took their drink order, which she order a rum and coke and when asked for ID, she presented one to the woman with a smile. The waitress just looked at it for a second and then wrote down her order and took his.

“Well, now that we’re alone, do you know what you’re doing? I mean, you are married, not that it matters to me. It’s just dinner after all. Isn’t it?”

Samantha was never one to mix words and liked to know things up front, but she also wanted him to know she was cool with him being married.

While she waited to see if he would answer, she looked thru the menu.

 

[TellMeATale2013]

Robert watched with a broad, pleased smile as Samantha enter the cafe. Her hips swayed and the sundress -- catching the breeze between the two doors -- moved about her legs as if always ready to do a Marilyn Monroe.

Shock suddenly filled his face as Samantha stepped before one of the low setting lamps that lit the over head potted palms. The bright light behind her thin, white dress simply made the gown disappear. For just a moment, Samantha was a naked silhouette of perfection, long legs and a tall, thin hour glass of a goddess-like figure.

Robert had worn his tightest pair of designer briefs tonight, hoping to contain the erections he knew he'd be experiencing much better than his boxers had that afternoon. But now, as she stepped out of the light and and returned to her other incredible sight, and as he did the gentlemanly thing and put her in a chair, the massive hard-on was beginning to push the limits of the little, Speedo-style shorts, and Robert was beginning to wonder if he hadn't made a mistake.

He was surprised when she produced an ID that allowed her to order drinks. He wondered for a moment whether he had wrongly assumed that Samantha was his daughter's age, or whether she -- like so many kids throughout the history of drivers licenses -- simply had a fake ID for just such moments.

He decided hot to ask. He didn't care whether she was 21 or 18, just so long as she wasn't less than the latter. He could probably talk his way out of explaining a date with a beautiful woman who wasn't his wife, but he wouldn't even know where to start explaining that he was giving cash money to a minor.

“Well, now that we’re alone, do you know what you’re doing?" she said boldly. "I mean, you are married, not that it matters to me. It’s just dinner after all. Isn’t it?”

Robert smiled, then blushed, when he realized that Samantha -- no dummy -- had already come to the conclusion that his end game was, of course, to part those long, luscious thighs at the earliest opportunity.

She was smooth, he had to give her that. A very mature operator for a girl of supposedly-teen age years. Before he'd even had a chance to answer, Samantha had turned her attention to the menu, giving him the opportunity to ogle her and contemplate where he wanted to go next with this ... odd situation.

"Well, I was thinking, if this suits you okay," he answered, feigning nervousness in his response, "that we could do something radical ... something unbelievable ... such as order dinner ... and talk."

She looked up from the menu and met his gaze, and smiled. He would have loved to have known what was going through her mind right then. She'd probably expected something along the lines of I have a room next door. Shall we go now or after we eat? But to simply be asked to talk and enjoy dinner? Robert wasn't very good with reading people sometimes, but he had the feeling that Samantha had been expecting something a bit more inappropriate than that from him.

The waiter came with their hors d'oeuvres, and once he'd left them alone again, Robert asked simply, "Tell me about yourself."

He wasn't looking for any particular information from her. He just wanted to sit with this angel and ... well, just be with her. In the back of his mind, though, an evil little creature was wanting to know what other things she needed money for, and just how many dozen times the two of them would be able to meet in the future to negotiate her financial woes away.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

“I think I’ll just let you order for me,” she said putting down the menu.

She looked at him and smiled when he said “Tell me about yourself." At first she wondered if that was a trick question. He didn’t have to buy her dinner to find out anything about her. In fact, he could have just asked her daughter, there weren’t too many things Samantha withheld from Lori other than ways to make money and the things she had done for that. So did her really just want to have dinner and talk. Samantha grinned at him, her eyes gleaming, that of a sexy young woman making a play for a sexy man.

“There’s really not a lot to tell you. My parents are divorced, I live with my dad, that’s whenever he’s home which is very seldom. I pretty much raised myself and had to learn things on my own since no one was really around.” she said, matter of fact, not asking for pity and not wanting any. “I have one bad habit, I like to spend money on clothes, fancy things, jewelry, and other things. Of course I don’t ever get that much money, just enough for food and supplies from my dad when he is out of town. It’s never enough to pay for what I like to shop for. You have no idea just how much these heels cost me.”

The waitress came by for their order and Robert asked her to come back in a minute, they weren’t ready to order yet.

“I do go to school, although sometimes I don’t when I have other things to do, like today I didn’t show up. But I’ll still graduate, I have good grades. After graduation, well that really depends on how my life is going. I just might go try my hand at modeling. I hear they can make a lot of money for some of the things they do and to be honest, that really sounds rather exciting, wouldn’t you think?”

She had crossed her legs and the wind blew up her dress, causing it to come up about mid thigh which she left it there.

 

[TellMeATale2013]

"Modeling, yes," Robert said almost in a wishful murmur. Samantha definitely had the body for it, and the red hair and freckles -- assuming some photographer didn't air brush them out -- would make her a stand out face that others would see once and never forget. He realized he was staring again and managed to pull his eyes away, looking back again quickly to say, "I think you are made for it ... modeling."

They sat in silence for a while, chatted a bit about her classes, sat quietly again, finally ordered, sat in yet more silence, chatted about his work, and finally their meals arrived. The actual dining portion of dinner went in near silence, with Robert only asking if she liked what he'd chosen or suggesting a certain dip or sauce as she tried each course.

They went straight into dessert, with Robert ordering something light on the assumption that all thin, beautiful women were on a perpetual diet of air and water. As they waited for it to arrive, his mind went back to the words and tones she had used during their discussion of money and what she would do to earn it.

It was obvious that she wasn't a whore, so offering her a hundred bucks to go to a seedy hotel was out. Besides, it wasn't what Robert would have wanted from her at this point anyway, even if he'd been able to screw up the nerve to risk the question.

But it also seemed obvious to him that she wasn't above taking advantage of her looks to get what she needed. And he wondered just what it would cost him to simply ... ogle her a bit. He'd been doing that all evening of course, but only of her face, breasts, and one long, shapely leg. He wanted to see the whole package, but in a way that would seem ... almost not totally inappropriately, as his daughter had once called the little mini skirt she had wanted to wear to school.

He glanced past her toward the big, powerful light Samantha had revealed herself with earlier, then looked around and realized that there were at least four more around the restaurant that were placed in ways that people walking by them were silhouetted by their powerful incandescence.

He had also noticed how some of the other men -- hell, even some of the women -- had taken notice of and, with smiles and wandering eyes, shown their appreciation for Samantha's perfection, when she'd entered the restaurant and during her one trip to the powder room.

"I'd ... like to help you," he started, hesitant and looking at the centerpiece on the table. "Help you pay off one of those bills you were discussing."

As he continued, he glanced between her, the lights, and even some of the men who he knew would be watching Samantha as closely as he was. "Let's say ... you were to talk a slow walk about the cafe ... maybe check out the salt water aquarium over there ... maybe the dessert table over there. And ... let's say that on your little trek about the room ... you ... hesitated a bit ... between me and the lamps you see scattered about."

He gave her a moment to realize at what he was getting. Girls knew about walking in front of bright lights, be them the head lights of cars or the low laying sun. She would understand just what he was seeing when she stopped and did a less conspicuous runway model turn before the bright spots.

"Would another twenty dollars get me that view?"

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

She thought about his offer and then smiled, she knew what he was expecting to see, just as he had seen earlier when she walked in past the light. But she wondered how badly did he want to see it.

“You know thirty sounds a lot better, considering you’re not the only one going to get a view. So what do you say, make it thirty?”

 

[TellMeATale2013]

Robert smiled broadly at Samantha's counteroffer. This was what he did all day at the office: bid, counter bid, buy, sell. He'd done it with his daughter one, negotiating the number and times of calls and texts she would make on her spring break to Florida, where her mother was certain she had lost her virginity.

Then he remembered a recent merger in which the opposing team simply wouldn't meet Robert's offer. He'd been trying to buy his clients a lumber company for forty million dollars, but the sellers wanted fifty. So, he offered them sixty instead ... if they would also throw in the seemingly worthless swamp land nearby. Hands were shook, the other team laughed their way all the way to the bank, and Robert was able to donate the land to the Wildlife Conservation Society ... and take a twenty million dollar tax write off the following April 15th.

"I'll give you forty," he said, watching for her expression, "if you will also stop at one point when you are certain eyes are upon you..." He laughed, adding quietly, "Which will be as soon as you stand."

Robert chuckled and had to look away, embarrassed by his forwardness with this beautiful woman. When he looked back to her, he finished, "When all eyes are upon you ... lean over and adjust the strap on one of your heels ... for ... a moment."

Robert had to adjust the way he was sitting, his body -- or at least one specific part of it -- already beginning to adjust to the performance that he was bidding on so carefully.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

“Give me some small change for the wishing well,” she said and he handed it to her.

Then she got up, turned around and walked up to the waterfall the café had. There was the perfect light there and while she stood admiring it, she made sure to turn completely around. She thru in a penny and made a wish, bending over just lightly for the wind to blow her dress up a bit, enhancing his view.

After that, as her heels when clickity clack she moved to where they actually had a small garden one could walk thru, with the light being perfect for everyone to view exactly what she had under her dress. Of course with the sheerness of he undies, they would be seeing her quite naked silhouette in the light. She slowly walked thru the little garden, bending just right each time to smell a flower or to touch one. When she walked out of the garden, she glanced around and saw several eyes look suddenly away and she smiled. She actually enjoyed putting her body on display for men to see. She knew some women looked, but they didn’t matter to her. She liked all the looks of the men, especially the one on Robert’s face right now.

She slowly moved over to the next light where there was an aquarium. She stood to the side, and turned this way and that way, as she looked at all the different colored salt water fish. She loved the clown fish the best.

Last of all, she walked to the real wishing well that had the most light and now with it being really dark, her silhouette was perfect. Especially when she stretched her arms up in the air and arched her back a bit. Then she bent down and adjusted the strap of her heel, just like he had asked her to. Then she stood straight and held the rest of the small change in her small delicate hand, closed her eyes and after a few minutes, she tossed the coins in the wishing well.

Now she walked slowly past one other light that let him view her all the way to the table where she sat down.

“Well?”

 

[TellMeATale2013]

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Poor Robert couldn't get a word out: his mouth was stuck in a wide, pleased smile that simply wouldn't allow him to speak at all. He lifted his wine glass again, using the distraction to peek about at some of the restaurant's other male patrons. Many of them were still staring at Samantha, and one -- ignoring the quiet chastising of the woman sitting with him -- only pulled his gaze from her when his apparent-wife slapped him back to reality.

Robert almost spit his wine all over the table and Samantha. He did his best to contain his laugh, then looked back to her with an appreciative expression and said, "Worth every penny, Samantha. Worth every wishing well and Andrew Jackson penny."

The waiter came by with their desserts just as Robert's cell phone vibrated across the table. He snatched it up and read the text. His face went white. He pressed a speed dial, asking, "What's wrong sweetheart?"

He listened for a moment as he simultaneously looked around the restaurant, wanting to know whether he'd been busted out on a date with the sexy 18 year old friend of the young woman on the phone.

He disconnected, gestured the waiter over to put the desserts in To Go containers, then explained, "My daughter's car broke down in a bad part of town. I have to do my knight in shining armor thing, so ... can I walk you out to the cab stand, or did you drive?"

She told him she's taken the bus, which caused him to cringe and say, "Oh, no, looking like that? Public transportaion? I'll call a Car."

The desserts returned, Robert settled the tab, and they walked -- side by side, but not too side by side -- out to the front of the restaurant. When they stopped there, Robert gave the Valet his ticket, then asked a second man at the door to call for a town car.

He pulled out his money clip, checked for prying eyes, and was just about to rip off the two twenties Samantha was due when he looked into those beautiful green eyes, and found himself simply mesmerized.

Inside the restaurant, she had done something for him that would give him years of inspiration for his alone time in the bathroom. Stepping before the lights had made that dress melt away as if a cloud of steam parting in the bath to reveal an unexpected, naked goddess. The flirtatious twists and turns, and that slow bend; it had been so much more than he'd dreamed it would be, and worth far more than he paid, to boot.

The Valet pulled up with his car a bit quicker than he'd expected. He ripped two tens off, telling the man to give the second to the Valet calling Samantha's car. He ripped off the two twenties his date was due, looked around to ensure there were no prying eyes, then looked back up to those eyes, that face, those lips.

"I had a wonderful evening, Samantha," he whispered, ripping off a third twenty, folding it inconspicuously with the others, then taking her hand in a casual way and pressing them privately into her palm. He saw the questioning look in her face about the extra money and asked, "Would another twenty buy me a kiss goodnight? If not ... you could use it to buy pennies for the wishing well. If not, maybe you would consider it prepayment for another evening out...?"

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

After handing her the money and he was about to get in his car, she reached up and gave him a simple sweet soft kiss on the lips. It was like a whisper, more than a kiss, but their lips had touched and she had taken the money. Yet the kiss held so many unknowns for both of them and that’s exactly how she wanted to leave him. Still not really knowing her, not sure if she does other guys this way, or does other things. The kiss was like a promise, of what she left him feeling unsure, she could see it in his eyes.

“Thank you for the dinner, Robert….” she whispered against his ear, blowing a cool stream of air across the back of his neck.

And with that, her car pulled up and she got in it, not even a good bye, yet she had given him a kiss, the one that would bring him back to her.

 

[TellMeATale2013]

Robert rolled off his wife, covered in sweat and panting as if he'd run a mile in four minutes. She too was panting hard, but mostly from the three orgasms he'd driven her to before he'd finally got his second one and was satisfied with the encounter.

When she was able to form the words, she laughed, "My God, Robert. What the hell has gotten into you?"

He didn't answer. He had never been much of a talker during or immediately after sex, and tonight -- with Samantha and her halo effect from the restaurant -- still fresh in his mind, the last thing he wanted to do was get into a conversation with his wife and call her his fantasy's name.

She rolled over onto him, kissing his chest as her own still heaved up and down in the aftermath. "We haven't made love in ... I don't know how long, and not like that since before Lori started grade school."

"Water," he panted, nodding his head toward the glass on her side of the bed. "Please."

Instead, she worked her way to the edge of the bed, saying, "I'll get something colder."

He watched her go, taking in her round features and she headed down the hall. Melanie was still an attractive woman. She'd put on twenty pounds in their almost twenty years together, but she wore it well and, when dressed, knew how to make herself look as trim and sexy as the day Robert had met her.

But she wasn't Samantha. And lying here, staring at the ceiling and thinking about that kiss -- that unbelievable kiss that was and wasn't at the same time -- he almost felt like he was cheating on the redheaded goddess.

Oh, he wasn't cheating on her, per se. They weren't anything; just an old guy with a hard on for a young woman who needed a little financial help. They weren't going anywhere. Who was he kidding? She'd meet him maybe once or twice more, flash a breast, maybe reveal a lack of panties, take his money, want more than he could give, and move onto someone with more to offer.

No, he was cheating on her by fucking his wife. He was cheating on his fantasy to someday being that man Samantha wound up with. That man who bought her a condo and a car, put her through college, bought her the nicest clothes, drapes her with diamonds and pearls, and showed up at her place a couple of times a week or month so she could show him how much she appreciated what he was doing for her.

Robert wasn't that man. Not because he didn't want to be; he did. But because he couldn't afford to be. He still couldn't believe he paid a woman $40 to stand in front of a spot light and show her figure to other men, just so they would look at him and think Lucky fucking dog!

$40...

But... the $20 kiss? That he would have paid a thousand dollars for.

He heard his wife coming and knew she wouldn't be done yet. Melanie was done fucking until she said, "I'm good for a while", and she hadn't said it tonight. He hurriedly rushed to the bathroom, locked the door, and turned on the shower.

"Honey?" she said, checking the knob. Then, in a suggestive tone, she asked, "Do you want some company in there? Why do you unlock the door?"

He didn't say anything, letting her think he was soaking under the shower head, which he did often in the mornings when they shared the bathroom and he didn't want to listen to her incessant gossiping about this neighbor or that teacher.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Two days later Samantha rode home with Lori to have dinner at her house and spend the night. Since it was Friday night, the girls had planned to get their homework done early and then have a movie night with popcorn and favorite movies.

She was dressed in a short pair of cut off jeans and a halter top. The outfit not only showed offer her body, it also showed her a tanned body with white marks to show she had been wearing a bathing suit when she tanned. Which she didn’t, she had the privacy of her back yard to tan naked and with no one home, she did it quite frequently.

“Hi dad, you remember Samantha, she’s spending the night with me, it’s movie night. Can we have the downstairs so we can watch TV on the big screen and lay out on sleeping bags? Please dad.”

Samantha was watching Robert with a very seductive grin on her face. She wondered how he would take to having her in his house for the entire night.

 

[TellMeATale2013]

(OOC -- In case anyone is following the story, the part of Robert's daughter will now be played by the very talented and very cute "Hanna". Your host is having a bit of trouble keeping his Lori's and Lisa's and other "L" names straight in his various RPs and Literotica.com home page fiction stories. )

(OOC -- Also, a reminder for anyone following the story, this is Samantha and this is Robert.)

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"Hi dad," Hanna called from the entryway, leading Robert to spin his favorite chair around to greet her ... and almost have a seizure. "You remember Samantha..."

Oh my fucking God...

"She’s spending the night with me..."

... don't do this to me

"...it’s movie night."

Shoot me now ... or at least let me keep the dog in the divorce.

"Can we have the downstairs so we can watch TV on the big screen and lay out on sleeping bags? Please dad.”

Robert was at a total loss for words. Total loss for words! It wasn't that his mouth couldn't speak the thought his brain was formulating, it was that his brain wasn't formulating thoughts!

It was bad enough -- or heavenly enough, he wasn't sure -- that Hanna brought Robert's fantasy lover home with her, but that fantasy was staying the night and was wearing that!

The two were barely into the living room before Robert found it necessary to lower his newspaper to his lap to hide the fact that his penis was expanding at lightning speed; if he'd been wearing clown make up and big floppy shoes, you would have thought Robert was using one of the air tanks to fill a foot long balloon to be twisted and turned to look like a poodle or hat or some other fanciful thing.

Samantha was barely clad in cut off jeans and a halter top. Her womanly features -- the long legs, the hour glass feature, the firm breasts and seemingly always pert nipples -- were so perfectly displayed that it almost made Robert weep for all of mankind -- for men, to clarify -- that they all couldn't have such a woman to spend their entirety with in the sun and fun of some tropical island.

As his daughter closed on his position, still telling details of the evening -- homework, popcorn, pay stations, and what not -- Robert noticed the cute expansion of her darling freckles and the tan lines. A slight smile appeared on his lips as he considered her laying out in her backyard, stretched out under that great orb ... which, if it had had hands, would have been patting itself on the back, taking credit for improving the already perfect.

"Daddy!"

Robert flinched out of his daydream to find Hanna staring at him from just out of his line of view of Samantha. He thought for a moment, couldn't remember at all the question that apparently she'd asked, and instead simply answered the way he always did when he was sure their was no danger at hand. "Of course, sweetheart. What ever makes you happy."

Hanna practically jumped for joy, coming forward to kiss his cheek before heading quickly toward her bedroom, snagging Samantha along the way.

Samantha, for her part, had been silent through the exchange, simply staring at Robert with a very seductive smile. Once he'd gotten past the I'm going to cream my shorts here and now phase, he realized that she had handled the scene with a great deal more poise than he had.

He couldn't help but wonder how many older, horny men like himself she had led into such dangerous fantasy waters before him. And, ironically, it didn't bother him to think of it. In fact, it comforted him, knowing -- hoping -- that she'd been through this before. It meant that she wasn't likely to do something impulsive -- in front of Hanna or Melanie -- that would destroy his current life and, possibly worse, make it unlikely that he would ever see her again in the future.

Alone again, he laughed softly, thinking Oh, this woman is going to be the death of me ... the most wonderful, sweet, erotic death of me.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

The girls went into Hanna’s room and got a couple movies she hadn’t seen before and neither had Samantha.

“I have sleeping bags for us downstairs in the basement already. We’ll wait until after dinner before we change and set up for our movie night. Mom was making her famous home made pizza. It’s really good, but she will make us eat at the table with her and dad. She’s just like that.”

“I don’t mind, I really never get a chance to sit home with my dad and share a meal, he’s always gone.” Samantha said and quickly changed the subject. “Hey did you see that new boy that came into English class. Hot looking wasn’t he.”

The girls continued talking boys and school until they were called to the table to eat. The parents were at each end of the table facing one another and the girls faced each other.

“Melanie, this taste awesome, you’re a really good cook. I can barely boil water. I eat out most of the time.” Samantha said, using her first name as Hanna had told her to do.

Samantha didn’t look at Robert when she mentioned the word eat out, considering she figured it would already bring memories to the forefront. What she did was slip her tong off and rubbed just gently against his shin, up his pants so she could feel his warm flesh. It was only for a brief moment, but she wanted him to know she was still interested. Somehow she needed to find a way to be alone with him, she needed a bit more money and that was partly why she came over. Although spending time with her friend Hanna was always fun, spending a bit of time with her father was very prosperous.

“How was your day dad?” Hanna asked who was always concerned about her dad and very close to him. “Did you want to have popcorn and watch a movie with us, I’m sure Samantha wouldn’t care, would you?” Hanna said.

“Well, I thought it was just a girls night, but I really don’t mind,” she said with a little smirk. What she had brought to wear to bed would definitely wake something up in Robert and she had a good idea what it would wake up.

 

[TellMeATale2013]

Robert had remained in his chair -- paper in his lap -- for quite a while, waiting for the surrender of what his growing-up-too-fast daughter had once referred to as a boner when she walked in on her parents flirting. But just as he thought he was safe to stand, he would remember why he'd swollen up, and a moment later he'd be right back where he started again.

Ultimately, he simply had to talk a quick walk to his bedroom with his paper hiding his groin, where he locked himself in the bathroom and desperately resisted whipping out his dick and pounding it into pleasured submission.

He solved the problem for the most part by just keeping his body and mind in action until dinner. He mowed the lawn, picked up some things around the garage, and did a quick chores for Melanie to help her prepare what Hanna at least thought was the best pizza in town for dinner.

Robert had never cared for Melanie's pizza. Or to be more precise, he preferred his crust the opposite way Hanna did, and loving both of them the way he did, he'd never wanted to say Cook it my way or I'll settle for salad.

Robert was just that way for his family: accommodating. From the time he'd been a teenager, he'd only wanted three things in life: a job he liked, a wife he loved, and a child he treasured. He'd gotten all three. Unfortunately, the second -- Melanie -- had turned out to be the less exciting of the trio.

Oh, she was a wonderful mother and a dutiful wife. But she hadn't been much of a friend, and she'd been even less of a lover. Last night had thrown her for loop, he later realized, because it had been almost three years to the day since the last time both of them had enjoyed themselves fully. There had been a couple of encounters in the meantime, but they'd been less that satisfying for one or both of them.

Sitting here at the kitchen table now, with the woman he'd driven to climax and the woman he'd been imagining driving to climax was ... unnerving. But, despite the obvious tension he was feeling -- and the constant up and down of his begging dick -- it was worth it to be close to Samantha again so soon.

“Melanie, this taste awesome, you’re a really good cook," Samantha complimented.

Robert contained a smile, taking a big bite of crust and grimacing as he thought, And ... the lies begin.

Samantha continued, "I can barely boil water. I eat out most of the time.”

Robert choked on the pizza, clearing his throat and choking down the not-quite-chewed-up chunk of bread.

"Are you alright, honey?" Melanie asked, concerned.

Robert waved, letting her know he was fine and sucked down some water, glancing over his glass as he wondered whether Samantha had been reminding him or simply making conversation.

He had just taken in a forkful of mashed potatoes when he felt a touch at his leg. Assuming it was the dog sneaking inside for dropped crumbs, was going to finish his mouthful and scold it when his heart leaped at the realization that Samantha was snaking her bared toes up his shin!

He cleared his throat loudly, and again lifted the water glass to his face to allow him to peak about without seeming as if he was doing so. Samantha was simply poking her fork at her food, paying him no attention. There was nothing devilish in her expression: no smirk, no knowing glances.

How does she do that? his brain was screaming. Robert had never been able to even glance at a woman without immediately feeling like he was cheating, causing him to either blush or look around for prying eyes and scowling brows.

“How was your day dad?”

Robert didn't hear the question immediately. He was lost in the feel of her warm, soft toes against his hair covered calf, and in the immediate affect her touch was having on other parts of his body.

When he realized Hanna had asked him a question, he immediately answered, "Of course, sweetheart. What ever makes you happy."

He saw her confused expression, then glanced to his wife and saw the same thing. Looking to Samantha...

Ha!

The corner of the beauty's mouth had risen and twitched ever so slightly. He wasn't sure why his brain was calling out Made her smile! when the reason for his victory was that he'd obviously said something totally stupid, and her playfulness -- that she'd been hiding so well -- was the cause of it all.

Suddenly his brain remembered what his ears had heard. "Fine, sweetheart. Fine. Closed a deal ... and got another one moving. We'll be rolling in the dough this time next month. Might bring home three, four, maybe five whole dollars in that check."

Melanie chuckled from her end of the table at the inside joke. Robert had come to provide his family with a reasonably comfortable living, but the recent Great Recession had wiped out much of their savings and his bonuses, all of which he was struggling to recoup by taking on twice as many clients as usual.

Hanna didn't know the full extent of Robert's financial downfall, but she knew her father's emotions and expressions and must have realized that he could use a pick-me-up about now. “Did you want to have popcorn and watch a movie with us, I’m sure Samantha wouldn’t care, would you?”

Even before Samantha answered, Robert's brain was screaming, PLEASE say no, PLEASE say no, PLEASE say no...

“Well, I thought it was just a girls night, but I really don’t mind.”

Again, God ... take me now. This constant blood flow in and out of IT is going to burst a blood vessel SOME where before the night is through.

He finished his mouthful of pizza in his own sweet time, searching for an answer that wouldn't reveal his burning desire to simply lunge across the table and press his mouth to those luscious, pink lips.

Robert had been absolutely unable to get that ... that kiss out of his mind for two, almost three days. He wanted another one; he wanted more. And she was here, in his house, for the whole of the night.

He wanted to talk to Samantha so badly, but the talk that he wanted to have had to be apart from the others ... alone, together. And he couldn't see anyway to do that by being with Samantha and his daughter, so he finally settled on, "No sweetheart, you two enjoy your movies. I have work to do ... in my den ... alone, where it will be peaceful and quiet. You know how the loud munching of popcorn drives me nuts."

"Right!" Hanna said, laughing as did her mother right behind her. "You're the popcorn hound, and you sound like a cow ... a cow--" She looked to her mother for help.

"Chewing it's cud."

"Yeah!"

They all shared a laugh, and Robert used the opportunity to look to Samantha, hoping she'd caught the part about in my den ... alone. While still looking her way, then eventually turning to his daughter, he said, "No, you girls can bring me some popcorn during your intermissions ... and I'll chew my cud there, leaving you to the sounds of your phones and text things beeping and ringing with all the calls from the boys wanting to know where you're hiding out."

He laughed again, then raised his glass to sip and sneak another glance at Samantha. Robert didn't know about his daughter -- boyfriends, yes but not serious -- but he was certain that at least a dozen boys and men would be looking for Samantha's phone number in their contacts lists tonight.

Why the hell are you here, on a...

And suddenly ...

Robert looked back down to his plate, and as he listened to conversation start again between the three women, realized why his goddess, his fantasy, his inspiration was sitting at a dinner table in the suburbs on a Friday night.

And he smiled, wondering to what request he would soon be saying, I can help you with that.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

After dinner the girls went and changed into their pj’s. Hanna had on a little pair of shorts and small t-shirt where as Samantha had on a small pink teddy, that covered her up, maybe not as quite as much as Hanna’s. They were laughing and giggling like girls as they went downstairs and set up the sleeping bags on the floor in front of the huge TV and then went back upstairs for drinks and to make the popcorn.

Hanna got her father a small bowl for his share and filled it up when the popcorn is done.

“So do you want to carry the cokes downstairs and I’ll go….”

“Oh I’ll just take this to your dad, I’m afraid I would just spill the drinks.”

Hanna laughed at her and went downstairs after telling Samantha where her father was.

“Brought you some popcorn,” she said as she walked in, seeing that they were alone and the Mrs. Was already in her own room.

“So I need 50 dollars, my dad forgot to leave me some money and that’s the rent for the week.”

She handed him the bowl of popcorn that was covering a good part of her pink teddy.

 

[TellMeATale2013]

Robert had been pacing in his den, then sitting, then pacing more; he found that if he sat in his chair for even more than a minute, his erection would begin to wake up, but if he got up and moved around, he could somehow will it to settle down.

Samantha startled him with, “Brought you some popcorn,”

He smiled broadly and crossed to accept it, almost tripping over one of the dog's toys because his eyes were set upon the sexy teddy that was so very well displaying her womanly features.

“So I need 50 dollars," she said, getting straight to the reason for the timing of her sleep over with Robert's daughter. "My dad forgot to leave me some money, and that’s the rent for the week.”

Most men wouldn't be so tickled to hear a woman tell him they wanted his money, but Robert smiled wide. It meant they were still in business. He took the popcorn bowl, giving him even more of a view of her, and resisted letting her see the effect on his that a shiver crawling his spine had taken.

"I can help you with that," he said with a nervous smirk.

He turned and crossed to his desk, setting the popcorn bowl down and opening the bottom drawer. He pushed some numbers, and the face of a small built in safe opened. There wasn't much in there: a rolex, some gold and diamond cuff links, and about four thousand dollars cash that he kept for quick emergency money.

Without lifting them to show her how much was there, he fingered the bill's edges until he got to the fifties and took one out, closing and locking the safe behind him. He slowly walked back to stand just out of arm's reach from her, then let his eyes drop to ogle her unbelievable body once more.

The teddy she was was relatively conservative considering some of the items he saw in the Victoria Secret's advertisements and porn flicks he sometimes watched when both his wife and daughter were away. A bow at the back of her neck held the top half in place, and a bow at her back held the lower half secure as well.

He held the fifty out before him, within her reach, tilted his head as if trying to see behind her, and said, "Woud you untie that? I would very much like to see your ..."

He let his gaze fall to her breasts to finish the sentence.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Samantha smiled and looked at the money in his hand, she hesitated a moment or so making him think she might just not do it. She also got to ogle him a bit as he stood there, several buttons of his shirt undone and she could see a bit of his chest. She really wanted to see him without one, but that might come someday.

Very slow and teasingly, she reached around and untied the bow that kept her top up. Her perky breasts were in plain view for him, but she was backed away enough where he couldn’t touch them. He could see how well rounded they were and her dark areolas with very erect nipples.

She left it down for what seemed like along time until she heard Hanna calling for her. Then she tied the bow back up and grinned at him.

“Well?”

 

[TellMeATale2013]

Robert was sure he'd asked for too much and chastised himself deep in his soul.

Then, Samantha reached up and loosened the bow, dropping the front of her teddy and revealing...

"Oh my lord," he murmured, not even realizing he'd done so "You're--

He realized finally that he was speaking aloud, and closed his lips together. He looked up to her face to see what her reaction to his reaction was, only to find her giving him that same knowing smirk that said, Yes, you want me, I know it, and I'm happy about it.

He let his gaze fall again and simply stared. They ... were ... perfect. Not too big. Not too small. Firm, but in his hands they'd feel soft and inviting like a warm water bottle. Her nipples were hard again, and he wondered whether they ever sat down and just said, We're done for the day.

My god he loved hardened nipples. He had learned that there were times of the day or year when it was just warm enough for women not to don anything too thick but just cold enough to swell their nipples, and he would choose these time to suddenly become a neighborhood walking machine, stopping with is dark glasses on to do his friendly neighbor thing and talk about flowers or kids or the weather or anything that would keep a women and her high beams standing before him.

Samantha's amazing breasts went above and beyond though, for not only were they perfectly shaped and sporting pert nipples but they were speckles all about with his second love: freckles.

A devilish smile spread across his face, and he was just about to negotiate another deal when he heard his daughter in the hall call her friend's name. Samantha didn't hurry to lift her shirt back up, but after a moment she did, asking, "Well?"

Robert answered her by closing the distance between them, leaving just enough space for the still elevated hand holding the fifty not to touch the breasts she'd so willingly exposed to him. He tilted the bit toward her, looking deep into her deep green eyes with dark hazel-brown ones, and said, "It had been a pleasure doing business with you, Samantha. Please, come back again."

The answer had started out with a humorous tone, but then he repeated one of the words with a conspicuously wanting tone to it. Please.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Samantha smiled with her all knowing look and then after stuffing the money down her top, she went off towards Hanna. They both went downstairs and watched a movie, ate their popcorn and talked all about boys. It was well after 11pm and both girls had been laying down, but Samantha noticed Hanna had fallen asleep during the second movie they were watching. She let the movie stay on and then quietly decided to slip upstairs to put the money in her purse. She figured she could always say she had needed her allergy medicine if she was caught. Mostly she wanted to see if Robert was still in his room. She noticed the light was still on but first she put her money away and then got out the box of allergy pills just in case.

Quietly she went down the hall and he had his back to the door, but he was awake, probably working on something. She tip toed in and got behind him and softly gave him a small kiss on the back of the neck, her warm breath against him. “Were you waiting for me?” she asked in a small whisper next to his ear.

 

[TellMeATale2013]

(OOC -- I have begun writing on my tablet more; my laptop is on its last leg. I am going to dispense with the bolds for dialogue and the italics for emphasis and just go with plain text for dialogue and ALL CAP for emphasis.)


"Honey, can I get you anything before bed time."

Robert glance up from his den desk, smiling. "I'm good sweetheart. I'll be up in a moment."

He saw her smile, and he k.ew what she was thinking of, or remembering. "Maybe we could ...you know ...if you weren't tired."

He watched her smile broaden as she twisting ner body a bit, left then right, to show off her still enticing figure. "Not tonight sweet. Too much work."

Twenty minutes later, he heard her feet shuffling across the carpet, down the hall, into his den, and up behind him.He felt her lips at the back of his neck and the soft, warm air of ber breath on the little hairs at the base of his skull. He grimaced; the last thing he needed right now while he was having such a hard time controlling his erections over Samantha was an amorous wife padding ber way around the house withou sufficient warning.

"We're you waiting for me?"

Robert spun around in surprise -- shock, really -- at the recognition of Samantha's voice. He looked to the door for his wife, then hurried to it and closed it. He growled in whisper, "My god, what are you doing?"