Chapter 1: The Meeting
The morning sun broke through the crack in the curtains, flooding her naked body that lay on the bed. The sunlight hit her back and ass warming it from the early morning chill. Deanna stirred, still half asleep reaching over hoping to find a warm body next to her in bed. She found that there was no one there. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the clock, it was already a little past nine thirty, and she must have not heard the alarm go off. She rolled over on her back, and opened her eyes fully and took in the morning light. Deanna noticed there was a small note on her bedside table. It was written in the handwriting that she had grown to love.
"Had to go out for a business breakfast, will be back hopefully not later than 11am. Turned off the alarm for you, my sweet, I knew you would need your rest for this evening. Be a good girl and get your chores done, so that when I get home, we can spend some time together. "
It was signed "Love, Daddy"
A smile came across Deanna's face as she read the note, not thinking of what this evening would bring her, but thinking of the man who wrote the note, who so graciously let her sleep in. She closed her eyes and started thinking back to when they first meet.
It seemed like she knew him forever, but it had only been about seven months. Deanna had been living in San Diego, moving from one job to the next, trying to find something that she enjoyed. Nothing seemed to suit her. She had done everything from being a waitress to being a secretary at a law firm, to even stripping. She had enjoyed stripping the most, because she loved showing off her body, and got such a rush from the men staring at her, and giving her money. She loved turning them on, and watching from the corner of her eyes as she danced, how their cocks would grow hard, and some would try to slide their hands down in their pants and stroke themselves. Just thinking back on it, was now getting Deanna very excited. She could feel the warmth that was growing between her legs; she moved her hands down to her thighs just out of reach of this warmth, knowing it would only intensify.
At Deanna's last job in San Diego as a personal assistant to a very high powered lawyer; she had the opportunity to meet many interesting people, from many different walks of life. About seven months ago, she met one man, who would change her life forever. There was a small party she had to attend with her boss, he was meeting potential clients and needed her there in case they decided to sign on, and he also liked to take her because she was attractive. He liked to show her off. Deanna had been having an affair with her boss, Mr. Edward Patterson, from the time she started working with the firm. He was married, but she really didn't care. She had her needs and she wanted them fulfilled. At the party there were about ten men there, some with women, who obviously were not their wives, since they were about ten to maybe even thirty years younger than the men were. Deanna mingled through out the evening, bored, not really enjoying any of the conversation she was having. She just wanting to go home, or go into the back room and get laid, anything but stay here and talk work. About an hour into the party, another man showed up, he was alone. When he came in, he had a presence about him. Everyone seemed to flock toward him. Deanna wondered what it was about him that was so special. She decided she must find out. Once the crowd had thinned out from around this man, she decided it was time she introduced herself. Deanna walked over to the chair where he was sitting. She had noticed his wine glass was empty, so she had another in her hand for him.
"Excuse me, Sir, I noticed that your wine glass was empty, and I am sure from all the chatter that has been going on, you must be thirsty." she said with a smile.
He didn't say anything; he just smiled back, reached up and slowly took the glass out of her hand, gripping her hand just for a second. A rush ran through Deanna, something she wasn't sure if she had ever felt before. There was a second or more of silence, so Deanna stared to walk away.
"Where are you going?" he asked in an almost harsh tone.
Deanna almost stumbled to get the words out. "I was just going to mingle Sir. Did you need something else?"
"Yes, I need you to sit down here, and keep me company. I can not be the only man at this party without a beautiful lady by his side, so sit down."
Deanna went to go sit over on the sofa, and she saw him shaking his head, she knew he meant that was not the correct seat. She looked around; there was no other chair next to him, where did he want her to sit?
"Sir, I am not sure where you would like me to sit to keep you company." Her voice was shaking, but she did not know why.
"Sit down on the floor next to me, I want you to look up at my with those beautiful, lust filled eyes while I am talking to you."He didn't change his tone when he said that. It caught Deanna off guard. Lust filled, she thought, how dare he! She wanted to tell him to fuck off and walk away, but she couldn't. What was it about this man? Deanna looked around the room, no one was paying any attention to them, they were all busy drinking, laughing and in their own little worlds. Deanna swallowed and slowly moved down to a sitting position on the floor next to this man she had just met.
"Good girl", was all he said as she felt his hand run down the back of her hair onto her back. She looked up at him, and was caught in his gaze, and became moist between her legs.
They sat there for hours it seemed talking about everything, from her different jobs, her family, her childhood, and even her sexual experiences. This man, whom she didn't even have a name for, was asking some of the most intimate questions, but she couldn't help but answer them. He would every once in awhile, reach down, stroke her hair, her back, and tell her how happy it made him that she was being so good, opening up to him the way she was. Deanna asked finally if she could ask some questions. He said she could ask three. Deanna wasn't sure what she should ask first. Well of course she thought, his name, she needed to know his name.
"Sir, what is your name?" she asked.
"Jeremy Walker" he replied.
"May I ask where you are from Sir?"
"Florida, nice warm sunny Florida."
She had one more question. What would it be? She thought for a second. She looked around the room and spotted Mr. Patterson flitting with some woman, who looked to have just walked off the street corner, he really had no taste some times. She was sick of the relationship, she was sick of being with a married man, not having his full time, that is what she wanted to know.
"Sir, are you married?"
"No, my dear, I am completely single, and looking to find the right girl to bring back to Florida with me." He said with a slight smile and a look in his eyes that drove shivers down her spine.
Deanna opened her eyes and looked at the clock, she needed to get out of bed, and she needed to get up and start getting the house ready for company tonight. But she was becoming more and more turned on at thinking back to when they met. Her hands where now roaming her body. She lay in bed; the sheets and comforter pushed aside, her legs were slightly spread. Her right hand was creasing her breasts and nipples, as her left hand was gently moving over her already moistened crotch. She closed her eyes again, and went back to that night.
She had asked her three questions, and now sat there wondering what to say next. With his last comment, she wasn't sure how to respond.
"Stand up." He said.
She did.
"I want you to sit here with me, on my lap. I want your boss, Mr. Patterson, to see that he should be paying more attention to you, and that with not doing so, he is going to lose you, to me."
Deanna looked across the room, Mr. Patterson was all over the other woman, she looked back at Mr. Walker, and without hesitation sat down slowly on his lap, sitting sideways, placing her legs over his.
"Mmmmm, what a good girl you are." He said in a tone of voice that balanced on almost being a moan.
