Chapter 3 -Naughty Girl

"Darn you're picky Creston," Gloria retorted. "I was only making small talk but it seems you're in a foul mood. Your credit card was declined at the mall, I was rudely embarrassed. I wanted three new suits and it declined on the third. I could see the snicker on the face of the Cashier, Creston." Gloria hissed

Creston's phone rang and he looked at his top pocket with anxious curiosity.

"That better be a client or an emergency, Creston. You know my rules about no phone calls once you are home. It's family time."

Creston took out the phone and hissed his teeth. "It is a new client who's been nagging me all day, but it may be a big pay day for me hon."

Inside he smiled, Jenny was calling him as he looked and tilted the phone to the coffee stain on his chest.

"I have to take it in my office dear," Creston whispered as he hurried off towards his small den near the front door.

"Billable hour Creston, remember to bill," Gloria replied, as she strolled towards the huge dining room.

Creston closed the door behind him, leaned against it and sighed.

"Why are you calling me at this hour Miss Lawrence?"

"It's early," she replied. "It is only 6:30pm. Are you at home already and why are you whispering?"

"Because I am home."

"Sorry, I just wanted to hear what your wife said about the stain."

"Nothing really she was upset that my credit card declined on her shopping spree."

"Tsk, tsk," Jenny replied. "Can I tell you something

Creston?"

"What?" he asked.

"I was going tell you this morning that I wanted to taste the coffee on your shirt, but I got cold feet especially when I saw that your nipple was printed beneath the wet stain."

"Really! Ms Lawrence."

Creston blushed and turned pink. It had been a while since he heard something so sexy directed to him and said in such a blunt but innocent way.

"You can call me Jenny by now Creston I thought we were fast friends. I like your coy shyness. I just had to tell you."

"Jenny I am speechless, and for the first time in years I am lost for words."

"Just say yes Creston, just say yes," Jenny replied playfully.

"Yes, to what Jenny?"

"To more coffee in the morning and I have a surprise for you in the morning if you say yes counsellor. Trust me you

will like it."

He could hear her playing with her finger on her lips. His mind drifted to thoughts of how soft and full her lips were, he felt his manhood twitch. Creston gasped. It had been a while since his curiosity had been piqued and there was just something about Jenny that was extremely appealing and magnetic. "Ok, Jenny. Yes. I will see you in the morning at the same time."

"Creston guess where I am?" asked Jenny with a mischievous tone in her voice.

Creston's heart skipped a beat.

"Not my gate I hope," he replied.

"No! I am in the shower."

"Jenny, please. . . you know that I am going to have that image in my mind of you, with the water cascading down your beautiful body, all night?"

"Well, get to bed from now Creston and you will get the surprise a lot quicker then."

Her laugher rang in his ear long after she hung up. It was just too much for Creston. His mind whirled with all sorts of lusty thoughts involving him and Jenny. His phone buzzed.

He licked his suddenly dry lips. It was a message from Jenny. Creston tentatively peeked at the screen, and the phone almost fell from his hand.

Beads of water were nestled on ebony thigh as he looked at the photograph Jenny had just sent. He was caught between two minds, to stare at it or to delete it. Cold sweat formed on his forehead as he read the accompanying message.

Bye Creston that is just a treat.

Creston knew instantly that he was in trouble. His heart was racing, a dull ache was beneath his zip.

Creston tossed and turned all night in the king size bed. The bed seemed suddenly too small even though he slept alone. It had become a regular practice for Gloria to sleep in the guest room twice per week, and Thursday was her night to do girlie things to herself. He had long stopped trying to understand Gloria and just made sure she had money in her account or on the credit card. He resigned himself that he would not get any sleep, flung off the covers and settled in his chair. In his analytical mind, he tried to work out every angle of Jenny's motives of sending the picture of her naked thigh. At the same time he tried to align his questions along with her possible answers. These thoughts consumed most of his night, and morning dawned with him no wiser or stronger. He decided though that a morning meet up between them would certainly be harmless.

Later that morning, Creston and Jenny Lawrence met for coffee, followed by lunch. The pattern was repeated every day and on rare occasions, they also had intimate dinners. Creston enjoyed her company and found their conversations stimulating and the flirting often made the difference in an otherwise dull day where he'd normally spent shuffling papers and trying to convince the judge that he was being honest and truthful. He brought out the schoolgirl in her, and not once did he even try to make a pass at her, even though their flirting got progressively more sexual, and his thoughts grew steamier. His personal and extremely private phone, which was kept under lock and key at his office, contained several pictures of Jenny in her favourite underwear tempting a response from the middle-aged statesman. He smiled when he read her last text message:

Creston Chin you fear touching a little skin, but you can inspire your imagination with those pictures.

He had so far resisted sending any pictures to her, but he was tempted. She was simply irresistible. After month six, Creston's resistance caved, and he sent Jenny a personal picture of himself in his prime position in the shower.

Creston Chin thought all along that he was in control, but Jenny Lawrence had laid out her carefully orchestrated trap that enticed the sapio sexual. Being with her, listening to her words, and her brand of religion would have him

worshiping at her altar in a few short weeks.

Exposed and experienced to the world, Jenny had recently returned to the island only a year ago to reclaim her birth right. When she realized that she desperately needed a job to make ends meet she had taken stock of her skills. She had the gift of gab and the looks to turn flesh into stone. That is how she had blossomed at the Insurance Company of the Caribbean and started to beat the pavement door to door to acquire new clients. Her mid-thigh length business suits with plunging necklines and four-inch heels were just part of the arsenal that Jenny deployed to attract her prey. She always knew exactly what she wanted and went after it. She had to survive. Right now, her sights were set on Creston.

Exactly eight months to the day they met, they were enjoying one of their meetings, when Jenny turned to him and asked, "What took you so long Creston from pulling down my bingo bag underwear and slipping a hard cock between my plump lips slowly? I've been listening as you gasp each time my tight hot pussy stretched and I could see the look of pleasure on your face. It feels good doesn't it?"

Their first time was etched in her memory and just the thought of it had her biting her lip and unconsciously rubbing her feet against his leg under the table. He had been amazing.

She had not really thought that she would have enjoyed it, but with him it was the best she ever had. Just thinking about it now made her want him even more. Who knew he had been

hiding all that sexiness beneath his staid business attire?

The drought had ended, and she felt her body yield to the pleasure of the eight-inch cock that had been buried to the hilt deep inside her. The memories overtook her heated body and mind. She was back in that hotel room where it all started. He was shy at first with tentative kisses and soft caresses, but then she touched him just as he liked, and a wild gleam appeared in his eyes. His muscles tightened, he was all over her, tearing away her clothing and growling loudly in her ear. It had taken all her strength just to keep up with him, as she felt the fire of their passion grow to frightening heights. That day was forever seared in her consciousness, he touched her in places no other man had ever reached and filled up the void she never knew that she had.