“That’s awfully sweet,” she said in a sultry low voice. It was nerve-wracking to hear and my cock was jumping stiff from her every word.
It was like her normal speaking voice was a girl moaning in the middle of hot, wild sex. I could only imagine how she sounded when actually fucking.
Once inside I ordered a simple three-course meal. Nothing too heavy but still something to make sure she would go home full and satisfied.
“So, you’ve been in this business with your father for years?” I asked her right as our appetizer was served. “It looks like you really know the ins and outs of the business.”
Cherry nodded back and took a sip of her lemonade, “I’ve been working with him for two years now. It’s been really tough but I do enjoy it. The mathematics and paperwork kind of give me this sort of high, you know? It makes me feel so…”
“…alive?” I tried to complete her sentence.
“Yeah, you got it,” she confirmed with a grin.
I looked at her, studying her features. The way she smiled made her look like she was trying to seduce me. I wasn’t entirely sure but I did know I liked how she smiled.
She was a vixen of no comparison. I’d take her in the blink of an eye and fuck her brains out. Maybe she’d even like it that way – rough and wild.
“Mr. Bernard?” her voice snapped me back to reality.
I turned back to her and just realized she was saying something. I raised an eyebrow and tried to fake my way through the conversion, “Yes?”
“I was asking if you went through the same deal before,” she – fortunately – repeated her statement. “Did you work for your dad before you became a world-famous real estate master?”
Quickly I shut down and simply shook my head, “No. Come on, let’s finish the meal and I’ll hand you the documents you were asking for. I have them at the office.”
She jerked her head back and I knew my sudden coldness must have shocked her. She finished the rest of her meal in silence, looking down mostly at her phone instead of me. We didn’t share much afterwards except in regards to the transaction.
After our lunch, I drove her back to the office, picked up the sanitation certificates she needed and then drove her back home.
It was a little bigger than I expected out of a middle-class family like hers. Her dad must have really worked hard to get what they have now.
“Have a good day, Mr. Bernard,” she said as she stepped out of the car.
I merely waved back. I still had to get back to the office and meet a few other clients.
I also had to get her out of my head. I was starting to imagine how she’d look if her mouth was open with my cock buried deep in it.
When I was back at the office parking lot, I was going to rush back in for work. That was when I noticed something had dropped out of her bag.
What the hell was that?
As I looked closer, I figured that it was something really small and bound with twine – her notebook.
“She’ll come back for it, I guess,” I told myself.
Just when I was about to toss it inside the glovebox, my curiosity got the better of me. One little peek at what was inside wouldn’t hurt anyone, would it?
I carefully opened the notebook, as if I was going to uncover the biggest secret. When I did, the contents of her little notebook were a sudden – but pleasant – surprise.
“Oh Ms. Vergara,” I mumbled softly as I read what she wrote. “You are one naughty little slut.”
She wrote everything a girl would never want someone like me to read. It made me giddy inside just thinking about it. There were a bunch of fantasies and different things she wanted me to do to her.
“Oh, how I think about his ripped muscles and the way his dark eyes pierce into my soul,” I read aloud.
“I can only imagine how it would feel if he were to press those heavy hands on my body and crush my tits with a squeeze.”
“I can only imagine how it would feel to let his tongue slither between my legs and play with my pussy.”