Case 34 Innocence Lust Mr Phelps
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My company had me working every summer for the last eight years in northern Italy. I fell in love with the area the first year I was there. The small towns, the historic buildings, the people, the food all of which are fantastico!
My team and I produce a lot of work while we are there. Long days of interesting work, but there isn't much in the way to let off steam. The third year I was there, one of our Italian joint venture partners asked why I didn’t have an assistant to handle the more mundane tasks of correspondence, travel arrangements and meeting notes. After thinking about it that summer, I vowed to look for an assistant for the next year.
During that fall, I lost my wife to cancer. It was a particularly difficult time, and my life went into a downward spiral. Perhaps you remember the line from Sleepless in Seattle where Hanks talks about “Throw yourself into your work... work will get you through!”
Well, I tried that and it did get my focus off my wife’s passing, however, it left me a hollow shell of a man. My wife was my love.
When the spring came around and my firm began planning for the summer in Europe, I looked at our current staff for an administrative assistant willing to travel for three months. Most were married or had kids or both to tend to. Taking one away from their family for the summer wouldn’t fly. So my business partner suggested we look for one outside our organization.
The requirements we listed were for a traveling executive assistant to work in the Veneto region of Italy for three months, mid-May to mid-August, with occasional travel to Spain, Germany and Portugal, a fair salary and good benefits. All expenses for hotel, travel, and meals were covered, the job required someone with basic secretarial abilities and the ability to make travel arrangements. Of course, a professional appearance was highly suggested.
Through head hunters and directly we received several hundred responses. I couldn’t believe it!
They dumped the resumes on me and I spent a weekend tilling that pile. Some applicants sent letters, while some just sent their resumes. Some had even had pictures. Sadly, many were written by people who couldn’t spell! Many were college students and others were trying to get a chance to travel free.
Reading the work history and background information was entertaining. Some were professional administrative assistants. Others were mid university and seeking a fun summer. Two were “professional companions”, many had held secretarial or retail positions and one listed her profession as an exotic dancer!
After reviewing the lot, I picked four potential candidates for interviews.
Our office assistant admin manager, Hellen, arranged for the interviews of five women candidates. She slipped in another candidate she thought I might like. The following Monday the candidates showed up. I was unimpressed with the first four, two of which were fresh divorcees still angry at the world of men. Not what I needed!
The final candidate was a surprise college senior named Taylor. She came in and was attractive and professional in appearance. Dark hair, 5’-1” tall, maybe 105 pounds, she had a lovely face and reminded me of a woman I dated in my university days. She was in her last year at university and wanted a job when she graduated in mid-May. The interview went smoothly and to top it off she spoke both Spanish and Italian. I didn’t need to interview further. I offered her the job Hellen arranged the HR paperwork. She was to start part-time two weeks before our departure for Europe.
Taylor and Hellen seemed to make friends fast. I was impressed because Hellen is very protective of my us regarding women in the office, but then this was her selected candidate!
Hellen has worked for my business partner and me for quite a while and been quite close to both my partner and myself at times. Part secretary, part housemother, and part friend with benefits.
Three years earlier, my partner had fallen hard for his new secretary and had trashed his marriage over a little slutty gold-digger he had hired. Once his wife left him she had her sights set on being his next wife. While he was thinking with his little head, Hellen saw what was happening. She intervened by making both the gold-diggers life hell at the office and by fucking my partner until his eyes were clear of the slut. Hellen was married but her husband had his faults. He seemed to not pay attention to her but she still loved him.
But I digress. Let’s just say Hellen had my partner's best interests at heart.
Hellen and Taylor worked closely together to get Taylor up to speed, and they lunched together every day and seemed to go for drinks after work almost every other day. The week before the trip I was home doing usual stuff and preparing for the upcoming trip when Hellen’s car pulled up with Taylor driving and Hellen as the passenger.
I asked Hellen what two lovely ladies were doing out on a Saturday morning and she said, “Shopping to make sure Taylor had appropriate attire for the trip!”
Both ladies looked fabulous in Hellen’s little white Boxster, top-down, sundresses on. So I asked why they stopped by and Hellen said, “To check out the cat supplies.”
Hellen always cat sat for me when I traveled when my wife traveled with me. I had forgotten about my cat now that my wife was gone. Both ladies got out and went inside to check on the cat. Taylor had to stop and put her shoes back on. I asked why she took them off but seeing the 4” heels I knew. The Boxster was a stick. I taught Hellen to drive a stick (get your mind out of the gutter) years ago. Taylor said Hellen was teaching her since most rental cars in Europe are sticks.
Cat supplies checked both ladies headed off for the miracle mile, Michigan Avenue, a shoppers Mecca, here in Chicago.
Our travel team is made up of six men besides myself. I was widowed, the rest were either married or divorced. Hellen told me that each one had offered Taylor a ride to the airport and that they had been hitting on her ever since she joined the firm. Hellen told me to watch out for Taylor. I told her that Taylor was a big girl and could take care of herself. Taylor was all of 22 so I supposed I would have to speak to the men about dipping their pens in the company inkwell... so to speak.
Hellen offered to drive me to ORD and I took her up on the offer. She met me at my house driving her hubby’s SUV. She came in and I noticed Taylor in the car. When Hellen entered I asked her how she and Taylor became so close so fast and joking asked if she had turned bisexual. She just smiled and said, “You wish!”
The drive to the airport was all last-minute calls for me, while the girls chatted like excited school girls about to take off on a high school trip. I didn’t pay any attention to the conversation but did hear Hellen ask about the hotel reservations in Italy. Taylor responded, “All was as planned!”
That sounded good since I work so much that the hotel I frequent treats me like family. That makes the stay much more comfortable. They usually put me in a two-room suite with a balcony overlooking the Livenza river. It’s beautiful, peaceful, relaxing and very private.
After the flight to New York and on to Venice we had an hour's drive to our destination. There were several cars since we needed at least three for my crew and me. At the airport, Taylor took over upon landing, herding the crew through immigration, baggage claim, and customs then to the rental counter. She put three men in each of two cars and saved one for her and me.
After a peaceful drive to the hotel, I checked in and headed up for a nap since we didn’t have anything scheduled till the next morning. I awoke about two hours later to find Taylor curled next to me. Instantly I’m thinking WTF and woke her gently.
Confused I asked, ”What are you to doing in my room?”
She responded sweetly, “Our room. That’s how Aunt Hellen told me to make arrangements, and that you needed a woman’s touch to bring you out of your funk after your wife passed!”
I blinked and said “Aunt Hellen?” Followed by, ”I’m old enough to be your father at 46!”
Her retort was “Hellen said you liked younger women, and I like older men.” She blushed and admitted, “Hellen said you were cute, and I liked you right off!” Then she looked sad and asked, “Don’t you like the looks of me?”
I said “Like the looks of you? You’re fucking gorgeous!”
With a wicked little grin, she replied, “I hope you think I am gorgeous fucking!”
I pulled her into a kiss where we both just melted into the bed. A kiss gently probing with a tango of the tongues as our hands explored each other’s bodies.
I had forgotten how much I enjoyed touching a woman, and of her touch. Her smooth warm skin, her perfume the taste of her neck as I planted kissed just below her ear. Then her hands exploring my body, her delicate hands peeling my shirt off, as she returned kissing up my chest as her hands migrated further south. She continued to unbutton my jeans as I pulled off her blouse. I unsnapped her front clasp bra and her breasts and her breathing seemed to spring forth as I fondled her nipples, feeling them harden between my fingers while my cock was doing the same in her hands. I felt her wrap her petite hands around my cock as she maneuvered to begin sucking it into her mouth. Her sweet lips felt like heaven as her talents were put to use.
As she began teasing me, I peeled her out of the rest of her clothes. That took some effort to remove the skin-tight jeans she’d worn traveling. When I got them off I was rewarded with the view of the tightest little ass I’d seen in quite a while, all encased in a pair of cute little red briefs.
While I’d been stripping her she had been stripping me to unwrap the whole length of my cock. While I’m not huge I do have a nice thick eight inches, which must have been more than what she’d been used to, because she was struggling to take half of it. While she was working hard I found my way into her red panties to find her sex so wet and warm and glass smooth. My fingers played while I slid my tongue into her and lapped up her sweet honey.
I teased and toyed till her breath became ragged and her body quivered and she let out a little scream as she came. Still, she was sucking and trying to get the full length in her mouth.
I asked, “Do you need some help?”
She just nodded and as she went down on each stroke I pushed her a little further and gave her encouragement. Soon her nose was buried against my belly. I was holding back just for that moment when she achieved her goal. That put me over the edge and I warned her but she took the whole load without spilling a drop! As I lay there regaining consciousness she laid with me.
By that time it was near 8 PM and we’d shortly be heading out to dinner. So I jumped in the shower and invited Taylor in with me.
While we showered we touched and probed. She has a wonderful body. I whispered, “I can’t wait to fuck you later tonight!” And I wouldn’t have waited except for the team wanting to go to dinner.
We dried off and dressed and hurried off to dinner at a little restaurant across the river. We were greeted by the owner Roberto.
“It is so good to see my American friend!”
I replied in Italian, “I missed your home cooking!”
I then introduced my team and finally Taylor. The men were quick polite handshakes. Taylor took his hand and received a look and a “Ciao Bella” that would make a hooker blush!
Dinner that night was fabulous, and Taylor seemed to enjoy all the attention of the team and Roberto and his staff. I think each one hoped to be the one to escort Taylor to her room and beyond!
Considering the wine and grappa we enjoyed during dinner and dessert, as well as an aperitif after, we walked back to the hotel. Taylor stumbled in her heels on the cobblestone streets. Four or five men reached to grab her but she caught herself and clung to my arm on the rest of the walk back.
I stayed in the lobby of the hotel as she went to the room. A couple of the men took her up in the elevator and walked her to her room, though they didn’t know it was our room. She told me later that they had mostly been gentlemen and their tenor changed when they realized she was staying in the suite rather than just a single room.
While having a nightcap with the remainder of the team the hotel desk man/bartender mentioned I had a package. I noticed it was sent from my office. As I opened it there was a card on top. Just a smiley face on the card. The message inside: “I like to meddle!”
Inside the package was a butt plug with a jeweled heart-shaped red ruby and a remote control device to make it vibrate. I just smiled.
After my drink, we disbanded and went to our respective rooms.
Entering my room I found Taylor awaiting me in her finest nightwear, just a pair of heels and a red silk robe to match her panties. We walked out on the rooftop deck and talked quietly about the day. I told her I liked her very much and that today was quite the surprise, but that a good part of the trip is my professional reputation and business. So that outside the room it’s all business. She said that she understood and that who knows if or where anything might lead in three months upon our return.
The city below was beautiful, the Livenza peaceful and a gentle warm breeze. I leaned down to kiss her as we stood there and her robe just fell away. Her beauty falling into my arms as I tasted the amaretto on her lips from after dinner. As passions grew I leaned her back against the wall and knelt to taste her pussy. Her hand on my head told me she was enjoying the action, but it was the moans that you could hear echoing back from the stone church across the river that told me I was doing well!
Pausing as she caught her breath I bent her over the rail and pulled out my now throbbing cock. She reached back with those delicate hands and spread her cheeks offering me anything. She was so wet I slid deep into her pussy with ease deep. Taking her wrists, I pushed and pulled us both till her breath was ragged and her speech was altered. All I could understand was a repeated, “FUCK!”
Shortly thereafter she tensed and shook as she came. I followed almost immediately thereafter, shaking and erupting as Vesuvius had awakened. We spent most of the night making passionate love.
I awoke early and showered while she slept peacefully. Heading down to the breakfast room. I ran into one of my guys that had been with my team for several years. After we were seated and had our drinks he hoisted his juice glass in a toast.
“To the continued work we do, and the opportunities it brings, it is good to be the King!”
I just had to laugh! He was so right!
Vera
- 16.04.2022
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