Chapter 1

In the story "On the Job" I told of how I (an 18 year old male) became an invaluable member of a company run by three generations of women. I was street smart beyond my years and this was recognised by the ladies. The fact that I shared the bed of all three generations of the family also helped my standing in the company.

I didn't have an official job title in the company. I drove the women around to meet clients; did research and investigations; provided my opinions; and fucked all of them (Cara, Jill, Rina and Cindy). I helped them rebuild the esteem of the company after the previous CEO Julian (Jill's husband) was arrested in Bali for drug trafficking and possession. He was likely to rot in their prison if he was lucky enough to avoid the death penalty. Julian was also up to "no good" at home and we had been helping federal investigators sift through his questionable business associates and deals.

The last piece in Julian's deceitful dealings puzzle was being brought to account on this day. I was collecting Eric from the airport and bringing him to meet the ladies at the office. The feds had setup in an adjacent office, with Cara and Rina tasked with enticing him into making incriminating statements. This would be the "cream on the cake" which would culminate in his arrest on money laundering, fraud and drug importation charges.

Eric was a 55 year old guy who had let his body be ravaged by the effects of too much alcohol and poor food choices. He had also been a regular visitor to the busted mens club in our city. He was the CEO of a company owned by his wife Jan who had been contacted by Cara in the last couple of weeks.

I was surprised when I collected him at the airport that he wasn't travelling alone. He was with a young woman, I estimated her age to be about 30 years old. She was a stunning blonde of about 5ft 6 ins in height with a really nice rack of tits that wobbled as she walked. She had a great ass with slim legs that ended in delicate sexy feet. She didn't look very happy and appeared glum as I ushered them into the back seat of the limo.

During the short drive to the office I was stunned when he introduced her as his wife Lisa. I knew from my investigations that he was still married to Jan. It looked like bigamy was another charge that the feds may be hanging on him.

When we got to the office, I opened the door for them. They both alighted from the car with him turning to me and putting a fifty dollar note in my top suit jacket pocket with the instruction "Here sonny, entertain her for the day whilst I do some business". With that comment, he left me and her on the footpath and quickly disappeared inside.

We both looked at each other stunned by his behaviour. Lisa finally spoke "I'm so sorry...". She looked sorry too and that helped disarm some of my anger at his treatment. With just my finger tips I slowly withdrew the fifty dollar note from the pocket, I then walked over the young girl busking on the footpath and dropped it into her guitar case.

I heard some clapping behind me. Turning I discovered that Lisa was clapping and smiling at my actions. "Bravo ... bravo ... I like your style" she said with a smile. She looked so different when she smiled.

Lisa then said "I'm so sorry that you have been burdened with me ... I didn't want to come today but he insisted. Have I ruined your day?"

I was impressed by her candor ... meaning that my anger could not be directed at her.

"No ... you haven't ruined my day. I was to have the rest of the day off. I was going to pick up my new riding leathers and then take a ride to the beach."

"Ride?" she queried.

"Yes ... I have a new Harley and I was going to go down to the company beach house and spend the day there soaking up some sun and surf" I explained.

"Oh ... I feel so bad" Lisa said before continuing "Do you mind if I tag along when you collect your leathers?"

That was completely acceptable to me so we headed off to the motorcycle shop to pick them up. She insisted in sitting in the front with me so I got to check out her stunning legs as we drove.

At the shop she loved the look of all the bikes and spent some time looking through the racks of leathers. Just after I had been served, Lisa came up to me and asked "Please ... please can I come for a ride with you if I buy myself a set of leathers and boots?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked.

"Absolutely" she beamed at me in reply.

About 30 minutes later we arrived back at my apartment to collect the bike. I showed her to my bedroom where she was going to change into her leathers. I used the study to change into mine. When she emerged from the bedroom I let out an involuntary low volume whistle at the sight of her.

"Thank you kind sir" was her smiling response. I needed to get control over my whistle, because it would get me into serious trouble one day. She looked amazing in a figure hugging set of black and pink leathers and boots.

We headed to the garage, opening the door to reveal the gleaming black Harley.

"Oh my god ... it's beautiful" Lisa remarked as she walked around and around it. I handed her the spare helmet as I donned mine and explained the two-way coms system that was built into the helmets. We could talk to each other as we rode.

We were soon on our way with Lisa snuggled up behind me with her ample leather clad tits pressing into my back and her arms around my waist as we sped along the highway towards the beach. We had been riding about 30 minutes when I spotted a sign for a Go-Kart track ahead. I asked if she would like to have a drive.

The response was an enthusiastic "YES".

For over an hour we drove those karts. She started out slow but became faster and faster. With our helmet coms we were able to tease each other as we drove. Bets were made and won (or lost) as we enjoyed ourselves. I knew that some of her losing wagers I had no chance of collecting on - I was even more surprised that she made the wagers in the first place.

After leaving the track we continued on the highway until I turned off into the car park of a roadside diner that I had used before. There were a number of other gleaming Harleys in the car park - not gang bikes, just bikes used by other riding fanatics.

As we entered the diner, the noise level dropped, and then I heard someone whistle. Not me this time, that was a welcome change. I looked to my side as Lisa walked beside me to discover that she has undone her leather jacket. From my angle, I saw an expanse of milky white tit flesh that was threating to spill out of a thin shirt.

We sat down at a table opposite each other, and I got the benefit of a front-on view. The pink shirt was thin, making it obvious that she was braless and that she had very large and erect nipples. It was short too with her tummy on display too.

Eventually the noise level returned to normal but not before I heard (and I'm sure that she heard too) comments like "What a sexy mama!" and "What a lucky young stud!".

Finishing our lunch, we were soon back on the bike and travelling the remaining 10 minutes to the company beach house. It was only accessible using a private gated road which was ran for about 800 metres from the highway to the house. The house was very private and nestled on the shore line of a beach that could only be accessed from the house or from the sea. Rocky headlands stopped people walking to the secluded beach from either side.

It was a bright and sunny day without a cloud in the sky. We headed inside the house after leaving the bike under the veranda. The house was light and breezy on one level with a massive sundeck on the ocean side of the house. I opened all of the security doors and screens on the deck to reveal a beautiful area dominated by a massive sunbed surrounded by small tables and chairs.

"Oh wow ... this is amazing" Lisa gushed as she explored the house. As she excused herself to use the bathroom, I sat down and took off my riding boots, soon followed by my leathers until I was just wearing a t-shirt and some boxer shorts.

I walked over to the railing to admire the ocean view as I waited for Lisa to return. With the heat of the day, I quickly dispensed with the shirt. Standing there bare-chested I took in the ocean breezes. Within a couple of minutes I sensed that Lisa had returned, and that was confirmed when I felt the touch of naked tits pressing into my back as her arms slid around to touch my chest.

"Oh fuck" I gasped at the feel of her skin touching mine.

"I hope so... : she whispered as one of her hands slid down and across the fabric of my boxer shorts.

I turned quickly to face her, quickly picking her up and gently placing her on the sunbed. She was naked except for a very skimpy pair of panties. My eyes were drawn to her naked tits - I was right that her nipples were large. They were rosy red ... and they each had a double piercing - a small gold ring at the back and a gold bar bell through the front. They looked amazing.

I finally looked up at her face to see her smiling at me.

"I have loved the looks that you have been giving me all morning ... not at all like some of the lecherous looks of my husband and his friends" she explained.

"Oh bugger ... caught" I added with a smile.

I climbed up on the sunbed and nudged between her thighs. She spread them wide for me, giving me a wonderful view of her skimpy panties pulled tight across her mound. With a finger I pulled the gusset of the panties aside to reveal a set of fleshy moist pussy lips.

"Hmmm ... that looks good enough to eat" I commented as my face came within inches of her pussy. I slipped my hands to her hips, snagging the sides of her panties and drawing them slowly down to reveal her naked pussy. It was then that I caught a glimpse of another gold ring peeking out from under her clitoral hood. Pushing it back a little I saw that her clit was pierced with a delicate small ring.

Having dispensed with her panties my lips and tongue made immediate contact with her delicious looking pussy. Pushing her lips apart with my tongue, I slid it deep within her pussy channel to find the entrance to her pussy canal. With my tongue tip I fucked at its entrance.

"Oh fuck ... oh fuck ... it's been too long" she groaned as I worked my tongue and lips all over her fleshy lips, and between them. I had been avoiding her clit for the moment, mainly to build up her arousal and frustration levels. That was happening quickly with her hips pushing up at me, trying to get contact between my tongue and her clit.

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