Sub-Contracting Lust. Part 1

Sub-Contracting Lust. Part 1

I had to hire some new members of my ensemble. I had a nice turnout and got some good people. One was a rather beautiful young lady who was eager, talented and very happy to be joining us.

We frequently drove an hour and a half or more for engagements, often with others, but sometimes just the two of us. We had a lot of lively and spirited conversations, loads of laughs and found that we had many similar interests. We quickly became friendly.

One night we returned to our rendezvous point so that she could get her get her car, and before exiting my van she asked, “May I have a hug?”

I thought it odd, me being her boss and all, but I assumed it harmless, so I said, “Sure”, and gave her a chaste hug. After releasing the modest embrace, she looked into my eyes… and kissed me. Right on the mouth. It swiftly turned into more than just an innocent kiss. We kissed long and hard. Passion rising, I broke and said, “I think we got a little carried away”. Her response was to pull me close to her and kiss me again. And I admit, she was such a skilled and amazing kisser, I let it go on much too long.

But decorum got the better of me, and I said to her, “Jennifer, sweetie, you don’t need to do this to get work from me… You are good at your job, your performance is excellence, and I will keep giving you assignments without you thinking you need to make out with me to get them.” She got very quiet. Then she confessed to me with tears in her eyes, “I am not doing it because I want more employment, I am doing it because I am really very, very attracted to you.”

Well, I was flabbergasted. I was stunned for a few moments, and then I spoke. “Jenny, I am old enough to be your father. I am not in shape unless you consider round a shape, and there is the matter of impropriety. How could you possibly be attracted to me?”

Her response was another kiss. This time, I did cut it short. I couldn’t process everything. I needed time to think. I said, “Goodnight” and walked her to her car.

I spend the days until we were to work together again lost in thoughts of Jenny. The next time we worked together, I picked her up at the usual spot. We drove together to the site talking about work, the week, funny things that had happened. Everything BUT that last time we parted. The night was a big success; we drove back again talking about life and such. Then when we pulled in the drop off area, I said “I had fun talking with you tonight…”. “Me too, you”, she responded. She took off her seat belt, reached for the door handle – and then turned back to me and said, “Dammit, I want to kiss you so much. You are SUCH a good kisser… Please…”
And I pulled her to me. We kissed, and soon I had her firm full breasts out and was sucking her succulent hard nipples as she rubbed my cock through my pants. We made out like teenagers. We petted. I reached under her skirt, and found her pussy sopping wet. I fingered her to two climaxes in short order. She moaned and screamed and I covered her mouth with mine. I removed my wet fingers from her pussy and rubbed her sweet nectar on her breasts and hungrily licked them clean again. It was an hour later when we parted.

This activity continued more or less for the next three months. Then, I had an assignment out of town for six weeks. I told her that where I was going I would have limited cell coverage but I would keep in touch as much as I could…


Comment if you want to know what happened when I got back…