Like Daughter ....

As my business grew, and I promoted several of my once-employees to full partnership, I was able to spend less time on the day-to-day running of the firm. This, in turn, allowed me to take some lucrative commissions from large, multi-national companies who would hire me for auditing and quasi-investigative functions.

One such contract required me to work in a very picturesque town in Wales. The arrangement was that I would work there Tuesday afternoons to Friday lunchtimes for three months minimum. A couple of weeks before I was due to start, I received my usual briefing pack and saw I would be working with someone called Alex Ward. 

Obviously my age, but I gave no thought to the fact that Alex might not be a man. Foolish of me.  Indeed, our profession had gone from being a men’s “closed shop” in the 50s and 60s to being almost 50-50 men and women today

One my first day, I was shown to my office and started to unpack my working tools – a laptop, a calculator and my iPod docking station and speakers.  A knock on the door ... I said “come in” .... the person walked towards me with hand extended and said “I’m Alex Ward!”

She was about 26-27,  5’9” tall with a mane of blonde, frizzy, hair that framed an extremely attractive face. She was very slim and was wearing a smart business suit and heels high but not over-high.  Later, when she removed her jacket, I would also notice that her bosom was larger than one might expect.

We hit it off straight away and I soon realised I was working with a rising star in our profession. A First from Oxbridge, fast-tracked through professional exams, she was doing a job most people don’t rise to until their mid-30s. I was also rather flattered that she knew of me and that she had always wanted to meet me.  Indeed that was an ancillary reason for taking the job

The other reason, it transpired, was that we were working in her home town. She lived with a boyfriend in central London but her parents still lived here and she was staying with them during the week.

We hit it off straight away, both personally and professionally and were soon making headway with our case. Alex was clearly an exceptionally bright girl and our talents complemented one another.

Three weeks in, Alex told me her parents had invited me for a meal that evening. I already knew they were about the same age as me. Having tried my hotel’s excellent, but limited, menu in its entirety I jumped at the chance of a home-cooked meal.

An excellent night ensued. Her parents, Steph and Reg, were lovely people and clearly immensely proud of their daughter. Alex clearly got her looks from her Mum, and Reg shared my passion for music. My mid-week meal at their house became a regular, weekly, event

Two weeks later, Alex and I became lovers. We’d gone to visit a factory some 90 miles away and were staying in a hotel. Dinner was followed by perhaps one drink too many. I walked her to her room and she went to give me a peck on the cheek after telling me how much she was enjoying working with me. That peck became a kiss on the lips and then a full-on, passionate, tongues-and-all, snog

Alex found her room key and pulled me inside once she’d opened the door. We continued kissing as she started to undo the belt on my suit.  I pulled away and her face looked as if she thought I wasn’t interested and she’d overstepped the mark. I reassured her ...

“Undress for me”, I said, as I made myself comfortable in the armchair. Alex slowly removed her jacket, and then unbuttoned her blouse. Only then did the true magnificence of her body start to reveal itself to me. As she undid her bra, her bounteous tits were freed to allow their full glory to be viewed. They seemed far too big for her very slim body yet were not incongruous.

She undid her skirt and let it slide to the floor and stood there in a thong, hold-up stockings and high heels.

“Your turn” she said

I stood and removed my jacket, tie, and shirt, followed by socks and shoes, followed by trousers [Note to my readers: all gentlemen should undress in this order]

She stepped towards me and I could not help but reach out and and stroke, and then weigh in my hands, her fabulous tits.

“They’re too big” she said

“They’re perfect” I replied, bending down to flick my tongue over her nipples

She pulled me over to the bed and pulled down my shorts. We wasted little time on foreplay, that evening and I pulled her thong to one side and slid into her very wet pussy. The experience was so pleasurable that I had to work really hard not to come inside her immediately. I started to rub her clit in time with my strokes and soon she, too, was nearing orgasm

When she did come, I immediately felt warm liquid on her and my thighs. My initial though was that she had wet herself, but no .... she was a “gusher”

Over the next few weeks, my favourite drink of the night was her warm, sweet, pussy juices. It was like nectar. I would lay on the bed and she would straddle my face and hold onto the headboard. I would then tongue her cunt and clit and, when she came, a jet of pure loveliness would fill my mouth.

I wouldn’t swallow it all, however. I would wait until she was laid back next to me and we would kiss, and I would let her own juices dribble into her mouth.

Not wishing to arouse her parents’ suspicions, we would always go back to my room after work and spend an hour or two fucking, sucking and licking before she went home.  This was every night except the nights we went to her’s for dinner.  However, we’d become so insatiable of each other than once or twice I would bend her over my desk, lift her skirt, pull down her panties, and enter her from behind

When the job was finished, we parted with great sadness as we had become extremely fond of one another.  We have met up several times since, at conferences and often when I am in London, and we always celebrate with a drink of the best “champagne” there is and a fabulous fuck.  I fully expect we’ll be lovers and, more importantly, great friends, forever

However .... there is one thing I’ve kept secret from her .....