Very gently, I begin petting her head, as if she’s my favorite cat. Again, Caitlin jerks a bit, but then she settles once again, and is it my imagination, or does she rub up against my palm a bit, as if enjoying the touch? She must like it.
Satisfied, I go back to reading these damned reports when suddenly a noise disturbs my concentration. What the fuck is that?
Holy shit, Caitlin is purring! Her eyes are closed as I stroke her curls, and the girl is literally purring a bit from her chest, enjoying the feel of my hands on her skin. Fuck fuck fuck. This is the most responsive woman I’ve ever met, and clearly, she loves the role she’s been given.
I take a deep breath to calm myself, but then a spicy aroma fills my nostrils and I look down at the curvy girl once more in shock. Sure enough, right at the vee of her thighs, her lips are glistening. They’re plump and juicy, and if I’m not mistaken, there’s even a slight wet spot forming on the cushion below.
Oh shit. This woman is so fucking sensual and she’s so ready for it. I could easily pull her up into my lap and kiss her senseless at this very moment. Perhaps her place isn’t sitting on the ground next to me. I could have her up here, riding my dick with that slick cunt.
But it’s too early. I don’t want Caitlin to think that I’m an animal with no control, so instead, I turn back to my reading although the words are beginning to blur before my eyes.
“Is everything okay?” Caitlin mewls from beside me.
I glance down and find those chocolate eyes gazing at me, looking at me with near adoration.
“Yes, sorry, sweetheart. I apologize, I’m just looking at some work stuff. Chained to my desk, and all that.”
“Oh. Okay. If I’m doing something wrong, please let me know.”
“I will, but you’re doing great right now. Actually, widen your knees a bit if you wouldn’t mind.”
Caitlin blushes, but she obeys, and as those creamy thighs spread, I see I was right. There is a tiny wet spot on the cushion, and like the rancid bastard that I am, I want to smell the fabric. I want to rub my nose against it, inhaling her sweet essence while imagining her soft clutch taking me to Heaven.
“Is that better?” she asks, a tiny smile on her face.
I nod, unable to find the words. If I open my mouth, it’ll be to bend down and take one of her hard nipples between my lips.
Instead, I attempt once again to focus on my work. I have no idea why I’m forcing myself to work when God’s gift to mankind is right here at my fingertips. I’m definitely not getting much done, and after another five minutes, I give up. This is pointless. At that moment, Caitlin’s sweet voice chimes next to me.
“Can I ask what you do for work, Travis?”
I blink. “Oh. Yes. Of course. I own Simpson Auto Parts, and we manufacture and distribute auto parts all throughout the United States. We’re expanding to Europe and Asia now, although that might take a while.”
Caitlin gasps. “Simpson Auto? No wonder you have such a huge house!”
I chuckle. “Yeah. I started the company fresh out of high school, actually.”
She cocks her head at me, looking at me curiously.
“You didn’t go to college?”
“No. I couldn’t afford it, nor was it really needed, to be honest. So long as you have a good sense of what you’re doing, you can definitely take advantage of an open market.”
“Wow,” she nods, her breasts bobbling a bit. “That’s incredible. Everyone at school knew someone who worked at your company. You guys practically own Medina,” she blushes. “I mean, I must know at least five people who labor at your factory.”
I nod.
“Did you take a shift there? We sometimes hire high school kids during the summers. The pay is fair, and they learn technical skills to boot.”
Caitlin shakes her head. “No, because I always had my head in the clouds. I want to be a fashion designer, but in a weird coincidence, so does my stepmother,” she says in a wry tone. “I don’t know how I could be more unlucky, to be honest.”
I don’t want to get into the evil stepmother aspect right now, but I need to say something to soothe her at the very least.
“You’re safe now, sweetheart. You’re with me, and you never have to go back to your stepmother again. She can’t hurt you anymore.”
Caitlin looks up at me with a hopeful smile, and she’s so beautiful that I almost forget that I’m not supposed to be talking to her – I’m just supposed to enjoy her beautiful body.
“Well, Fiona never hurt me. Not physically at least.”