Chapter 4: The Conquest

Kim—What the hell just happened? When JJ hugged me and whispered she would see me in the morning, I felt a surge of girl juice in my panties. Was it the way her fingers moved down my spine to the top of my skirt? Or was it the way her lips almost touched my ear as she whispered? Whatever it was she had me sexually excited all afternoon.

When Leslie got home, I asked about what they did. He bragged on how professional she was, and she knew all the right questions to ask. She even talked to the golf course designer when they went out on the property. She made some suggestions about landscaping. He liked her I could tell.

I did not mention how I felt or how she made me feel. I have never had any lesbian tendencies. I had never even kissed a girl on the lips and all our threesomes had been with two men and myself, never another woman. But I knew I could hardly wait to see her in the morning. I had made arrangements to take her to see four different places. The last would be the complex where Randolph had died. I really hoped she picked a place before I had to show her that complex.

At 10am she walked into my office. Leslie was already at the job site, so it was just JJ and I today. Yesterday she had on slacks, today she was dressed in a mini skirt and a blouse with spaghetti straps. She was not wearing a bra and her breasts did not need one. Her nipples were trying to poke a hole in that silk blouse. I could not take my eyes off of them. She noticed me staring, grinned and asked if I was ready to go. I shook myself out of my trance and walked outside.

“Let’s take your car since you know where we are going.” It was more of an order than a request.

My car has a bench seat in front and about now I was wishing I had got the model with the bucket seats. You see, she was sitting facing me, her left leg bent and on the seat, her right leg was straight out in front of her. That mini skirt was up so high that I was looking at a red thong! She caught me looking but said nothing. I tried my best to stop looking but every time I got a chance I looked down. Did I see moisture forming and coloring that thong? As we got to the first place I was going to show her she said no. She did not like the neighborhood. She looked me in the eyes and said, “Why don’t you just take me to the place where Randolph lived? If he liked it there I know I will also.” Damn! That’s exactly where I did not want to go.