Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
But when I turn the corner to the gates of the pool, I see a colorful towel lying on one of the deck loungers, as well as a pair of discarded flip flops. Damn, someone’s here. Who gets up this early when they’re supposedly on vacation? My heart sinks because the last thing I want to do is to make chit chat at six a.m., and pretend like I’m the mood for socializing. But maybe this other person is swimming laps as well, and we’ll be able to ignore each other. I’ll have my head down in the water eighty percent of the time, anyways, and we can always use different lanes. Conversation should be kept at a minimum because workouts are important to me, and I want to maintain my already muscular physique.
But then there’s a splash at the other end of the pool, and my eyes automatically go to the sound. I thought it’d be some other dude intent on getting his workout in during the wee hours of the morning. I figured it was some other fanatical athlete, determined not to lose fitness during this extended Hawaiian vacation, focused on eating clean and maintaining muscle. But instead, there’s a gorgeous girl rising from the pool, and my cock hardens as my blue gaze swallows her up. Goddamn, but it’s Jenna May, my secretary’s daughter, and she’s a vision as she pulls herself out of the water.
Droplets sluice down her curvy form, her blonde hair slick against her head as she rises from the aquamarine waves. Big breasts are encased in a tiny red bikini top, swaying and bouncing, and her waist is nipped in and tiny, like that of a doll. But this is no doll because her hips flare wide and womanly, over which tiny bikini bottoms drape, so small as to be laughable. The crimson fabric clings to the shape of those puffy pink lips, and I swear I can even see the imprint of her clit through the material.
But Jenna moves like a sylph, with no idea that I’m here. The beautiful blonde girl rises from the waters before striding across the pool to the deck chair. She picks up her towel and then suddenly catches sight of me, jolting back with surprise.
“Oh hi Mr. Purdy,” she stammers, cheeks flushing a bit. “I didn’t realize there was someone here. You’re up early.”
“So are you,” I growl, trying to keep my eyes on her face, and not the huge, golden globes of her breasts. “Good morning, Jenna. Are you having fun at the retreat? You’re here with your mom, right?”
Of course she is because the girl is too young to be working for Tatti. What is she? Eighteen? Nineteen? God, I’m praying she’s legal because my dick’s already straining at my swim trunks, the ache painful as my shaft reacts to this lush teen.
But I can’t let on that I’m attracted because again, she’s a teenager. She’s way too young. Not only that, but Jenna’s innocent too, and naive. Her big blue eyes stare into mine, wide-eyed and doe-like, and she smiles, those plush pink lips parting to reveal pearly teeth.
“Yes, I’m here with my mom,” Jenna smiles playfully while toweling herself off a bit. “Thank you for allowing your employees to bring plus ones because I’m having a great time, Mr. Purdy. Me and Sally can hardly believe how nice our hotel room is, and we really appreciate it. You know that Sally’s been sick, and this is a great way for her to relax. Chemo has been tough, and she really values this vacation.”
I can hardly tear my gaze away from Jenna’s golden form, my cock jerking again as she subtly readjusts her bikini bottoms so that the fabric doesn’t creep upwards into the crack between those ivory globes. But with one ear, I hear what she’s saying and know I have to give some kind of reply so as to appear civilized. As a result, I nod.
“Yeah sure, no problem,” I say roughly. “Sally’s been with me for years now, and she deserves the vacation. I’m sorry about the chemo too. How’s it going?”
Jenna bites her bottom lip, and to my consternation, the young girl’s eyes suddenly fill with tears. Oh shit. I shouldn’t have asked because although Sally hasn’t been at work for the past two months, I visited her about a month ago, and my old secretary was in bad shape. She’s not old per se, probably only about forty five, but the illness has done a number on her. She’d lost all her hair, and was as bald as a baby. But that’s the least of it because hair grows back. It was Sally’s thin, papery skin and gaunt, sunken features that worried me. She had a grayish pallor to her complexion that definitely isn’t healthy, and looked barely able to lift her hand in greeting when I arrived. Still, Sally’s a trooper. My old secretary actually managed to hold a short conversation during my visit, although she did have to pause a few times, as if even talking wore her out.