She's Mine, At Least That's The Plan
I’m a busy man. I don’t have time to mess about training a PA to work my way. She has to hit the ground running.
Misty did just that, and some. She’s also a stunner. Truly. I asked for, and got someone I could trust to get the job done.
I always get what I want. One way or another.
Tonight I’ll take to dinner to celebrate a big win and I know exactly what we will do.
I’ve booked a table at my favourite restaurant. It’s a place that can get rowdy when family parties are celebrating. They give me a private booth near the back, where we can see the chef in action but not get disturbed by the other diners.
I love the vibe but want to talk to her as well as eat. It won’t feel like a first date. Which suits me. I want her to relax.
Misty’s maybe half my age.
Fuck, when did I start wanting women my daughter’s age?
Mid life crisis, eat your heart out. I guess it’s the price I pay for being single again at fifty.
Work was the reason I lost my wife, and work is how I now get women to keep me company. Money destroyed, then reignited my sex life. It’s at fault, so I’m going to use it.
I know that’s the height of arrogance blaming money, not me, but I’m a billionaire and that money has impacted my life in so many ways. I’ve learned to love it. Trust me, it is hard-earned. I loved my wife.
Anyway, back to my gorgeous PA.
Her eyes are what first grabbed me. Pale, pale blue with a ring of hazel defining them. Her skin a mass of freckles that made me want to reach out and tease out the dot-to-dot journey across her body.
She’s curvy. I’ve just realised from the back she looks just like my wife did at her age. Curvy not fat, hourglass, wide ass, wider shoulders, maybe a swimmer, tight calves, thin spiked high heels.
Only young women wear heels like that all day without complaining.
When she turns, her ample tits silhouette against the light. She pushes a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Later I’ll pull her hair clasp out and tangle my fingers in the auburn curls, the lighter strands will catch the light.
Those high heels will lock around my back as I push her back against the wall of my apartment.
I want to fuck her in the room with the view. She deserves that. To be backdropped by one of the most iconic cityscapes in the world.
But first, I will take her to dinner.
My driver will take us on a city tour to see the sights, lit up for the tourists. The champagne will be cool, her skin warm.
My hand will trace from her knee to her dimply inner thigh. I’ll push up that floral dress, expose the soft skin of her thighs, then the triangle of silk that covers her mons. I’m sure she’ll have waxed.
My fingers will stroke down a thin line of hair to her clit. Maybe I’ll trail a finger past to push her underwear aside and dip inside her pussy.
She’ll bite her lip. The clear gloss highlighting the deep cupid’s bow of her top lip.
When I drop to my knees on the carpet and lick her, she will grab my head, murmur my name as I push my fingers into her heat.
She will be tight. I will coax and persuade her to open for me, a momentary dalliance.
I want her frustration to overwhelm her coyness, for her to desire me with a frustrated, youthful passion when I finally escort her to my apartment.
Then I sip champagne alongside her on the large terrace. Maybe I’ll take her there, in the open air.
The heat of the city overwhelming us as she chews on my neck and I hold her ass, enter her for the first time.
Fuck!
My cock’s hard under the desk. I need to focus. This will happen later. For now, I need to work on the paperwork she’s bringing to me.
Misty looks at me with those hypnotic eyes and kissable lips. Those mouthwatering tits draw me in as she leans over my shoulder to tap out my forgotten password.
I tell her about dinner plans. That I’ve booked a table. How great the food is. She looks down at me, her thigh almost touching my knee as she picks up my coffee cup.
‘Oh sir. Sorry I can’t tonight. My family are in town. You have a great time. Tell me all about it tomorrow?’
She walks away.
I sit there, mouth open.
Did she just turn me down?
That wasn’t in the fucking plan!
No one has ever turned me down.
I shuffle to get my cock under control. She’s got me hooked. Hot damn. That’s just what happened with my wife.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I tap into an online shopping app. Buy flowers, buy shoes, buy a diamond.
Book a table for tomorrow night. Every night this week.
I’m on a mission and when I want something, I pull out all the stops.
She brings me another coffee, smiles and walks away.
I want her now more than the million dollar deal waiting on my desk.
Misty, you will be mine.
And you know it!
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