“You’re not so bad yourself,” Laarni said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “You know what? I think I’ll like having you over here.”
Carrie grinned back. Amazing, but her shyness seemed to have magically disappeared. “I think I’ll like being over here too,” she said.
And was pushed back into the couch again by Laarni.
Come In, Jill
Working at the Whale’s residence is something Jill always looks forward to. Mr. and Mrs. Whales are simply very good and heart warming people. Plus, the house is gorgeous. It is a ten-room mansion, with its own infinity pool, a lush garden, and a well manicured lawn. Their son, Malik is 7 and is pretty much an adult with a world of his own. He is often on the attic or his room, but his extremely adorable once on the mood.
Mrs. Whales-Gladys, as she wants to be addressed is a svelte woman in her mid-thirties. She’s always dressed elegantly and her hands glitter with enough diamonds that can blind someone if they stare too long. From time to time, Jill would sneak in her closet just to see her collection of stilettos and perfumes. She’s beautiful and filthy rich. She’s often away on business trips as she is in-charge of their chain of restaurants all over the country.
Mr. Whales-Pierre, is someone who could be mistaken as a Hollywood actor with his brown hair and stormy grey eyes that seem distant and aloof, but mellows down to a peaceful deep blue shade when he’s in good mood. Jill never saw much of Mr. Whales during her first few weeks working for the family. He’s been on a Caribbean cruise and had just returned, looking all tanned and god-like.
This particular Friday afternoon, she was all by herself at the living room when Mr. Whales arrived. Malik is still at school and will arrive in half an hour. She went early because class was dismissed an hour ahead and she had nowhere to go anyway. She was watching some chick flick when Mr. Whales handed her something. It was a beautifully wrapped package done in pink, with fine silver strings tied as ribbons. “Open it. A little something, for taking good care of Malik. He can be very unpredictable but he seems to like you a lot.”
Jill smiled and hurriedly opened the charming box and inside was a blue bracelet made from lapis lazuli. “Wow. This is beautiful. Thank you so much.”
Mr. Whales nodded and smiled. “I picked that because they are the exact colour of your eyes. I am glad you liked it.”
“Like it? Are you kidding? This is like the coolest thing. Could you put it for me?” She held out her hand and watched as the clasp clicked. “Thanks, Mr. Whales.”
A bubble of laughter escaped his lips. “Please-call me Pierre. You’re like family to us.” She leaned a bit forward, revealing a shadow slash on her chest. He averted his eyes. It was the first time he has seen Jill up close and noted her creamy smooth skin and her naturally pink cheeks. Her most stunning feature however is her full bottom lip. It looks red and juicy and absolutely tempting. She licked her bottom lip and his eyes were glued to her face. She flicked her chestnut hair and smiled at him. “You’re very nice, Pierre.” She stood up, wearing skinny jeans and a camisole top inside her white cardigan. She kissed him lightly on the cheek and whispered ever so slightly. “Thanks.” She teasingly licked his earlobes. “Sorry. I’ve always wanted to do that. You’re kinda like my fantasy come to life.” She laughed as she stood.
A few minutes ticked by and Jill’s phone rang. “Hello.”
“Jill, I picked up Malik. We’ll be having an early dinner so he’ll be late. For the mean time, make your self comfortable. Mr. Whales and I will be meeting some friends later so I want you to stay the night. Will that be fine? You can sleep in one of the guest rooms.”
“Sure, Mrs. Whales. That should be no problem.”
“Okay. See you in a while.”
“Mrs. Whales said she picked up Malik and they’d be a bit late.” She told Mr. Whales.
Jill sat on the couch and removed her cardigan. She knows he was watching her so she leaned down to get a magazine from the rack nearby. Her top drooped as she bent, revealing some delectable skin underneath her top. At 18, her figure is phenomenal and Pierre stared to look at the pair of her full breasts so obvious through her camisole top. Pierre sat down beside her and caressed her face. “You’re so beautiful.” Boldly, she took his hand and licked its palm. She drew each finger inside her mouth one by one. “I see you watching me. I know you’re hard right now and you want to undress me bit by bit and touch my body. You are lusting for me, aren’t you?”
“Jill…”
“I’m easy you know. Like I said, you’re like my fantasy come to life.” She took off her cardigan, revealing her bright pink bra and her tits a bit too big for her bra cups. She stood up and shoved her breasts on Pierre’s face. He kissed the valley between her breasts and licked the exposed top skin above her bra. She moaned as his mouth made contact with her skin, loving his slow tentative movements. He carried her and sat her astride his lap while removing her bra. Her young breasts sprang free and she sighed as Pierre took her small nipples in his mouth. “Oh Mr. Whales, give me more.” She gripped his head and held it against her fullness. “I’ve always fantasized you doing this. Whenever I touch myself, I imagine you sucking my tits like this and I come like crazy…” His hands caressed her waist and kissed her mouth with supreme urgency. His tongue teased her lips, sending shivers down her spine. She whispered in his ear. “They may arrive any minute. We should stop.” He was panting like crazy as she dressed up. He nodded and fixed himself. “I’ll go upstairs.”