"You need to make some connections. Business connections, school connections. You're graduating college in a few years and you'll need those. David can help you with that." Mom was lecturing, and she was on a roll.
"He's got money, he's built and sold a few businesses here in town. He knows people." she continued.
David was an old friend of my real Dad. I hadn't seen him for a few years and I remembered him as a slim, good-looking older man, always tan, always smiling. He had a shock of dark hair and a mustache like Magnum PI, with steely blue eyes. And always with a gorgeous woman on his arm.
He did some modeling and acted now and then, and was always trying to introduce me to his agent. He claimed I was one of the most beautiful women he knew and I should have "professional representation."
My friends and I spent time at his big house for lawn parties or group dips in his huge pool. We liked hanging there as he often let us have a drink, stay late or have boys over.
He was great at badminton and pickle ball and I remember watching him play one afternoon, admiring his althlectiism as he moved effortlessly around the court.
I was also watching his ass and the outline of his cock in his tight white shorts.
One afternoon, he walked in the pool house while I was in there taking a break from the party and blowing Johnny Davidson.
When David saw what was happening he looked bemused, slowly closing the door as he backed out.
Johnny didn't get his blowjob that day, but I got a knowing smile from David as we returned to the pool.
I was flattered by David's occasional attention, and I did my share of flirting with him. But nothing ever happened, besides catching him looking at my tits now and then.
"I don't even know if he remembers me." I said.
"Well, I gave him a call for his birthday. He turned sixty-something this year. And he asked about you. How you are doing in college, summer work. He remembers you very well."
"He sold that huge house," my Mom continued. "And he has a really nice cottage near the lake. He emailed his address, and wanted me to tell you to come by anytime you like. He's writing a book and needs some help, just a few hours a day, a couple of days a week. Like a paid internship."
"I don't know Mom, I'm pretty busy this summer..." I trailed off.
"You'll make some good money and some connections. Here's his address. Why not stop over today?" my Mom said, crossing her arms.
Although my plate was a bit full she was right, I could use the money and the experience. In an hour I found myself driving to David's cottage.
David may have been sixty-something, but he was still a handsome, fit man.
He met me at the door with his trademark grin, his hair now white, short on the sides, full and long on top.
His blue eyes still crackled with humor and when he hugged me I felt his taunt, muscular frame.
What was new was the white beard to go with the mustache, and his forearms were now heavily tattooed.
He looked like a slim, gentleman biker.
"Paige, you look absolutely beautiful. What a gorgeous young woman you have grown to be." he said.
"I remember you wanted me to go into modeling. You haven't changed much, David. You look great." I replied, blushing under the gaze of the handsome older man.
"This is new." I said, running my hand through his short white beard.
"Just my inner pirate coming out." he said laughing. "Beards are still in and my agent loves them. Plus, when your hair goes white, why not complete the look? Come in and make yourself at home."
We settled in the reading room, I couldn't help but notice his slim figure athletically moving around the room as he cleared out a spot on the couch for me.
His ass in his khaki pants was still small and tight, and after a moment I realized that he wasn't wearing underwear.
"I suppose you want to know what's going on. Well, I've sold about everything, the big house, the car. I'm going to do some traveling. And I'm writing a book. I need help with notes, organization, spelling - everything. That's where you come in."
"Me?"
"Yes, a few hours a day, a couple of days a week. I'm in no hurry, but I do have a publisher that's interested, so I need to produce results. How about one hundred an hour, how's that sound?"
"That sounds amazing. I don't know what to say."
"Say yes! You can start whenever you're ready."
The deal was struck and we had a glass of wine to celebrate.
The next day I started working for David, three days a week, about four hours a day. Sometimes it was three hours, some days we didn't work at all.
It depended on how David felt on any particular day and how much writing he had done while I was away.
He was charming, honest, funny and a very good writer, but totally unorganized. That's where I came in, organizing, spell checking, fact checking, even doing a little editing.
"Honestly, I don't know what I would be doing without you here Paige." he said, hugging me after a particularly trying day. "I would have this whole book all screwed up."
Unlike the hug on my first day, this one went on a few beats longer, and in addition to his slim muscular torso, I could feel David's cock pressing against my leg. I made sure my firm B-cup breasts pressed into him as well, and I rubbed his back just a bit as we broke off the hug.
After the first week I started to dress a little more casually. I still wore a bra, but a thinner one. I still arrived in a skirt, but a shorter one.
I couldn't help but be attracted to this charming, attractive older man.
David always had been a bit touchy-feely with me, but after the first week his touches lingered longer, became more frequent and were often on my bare skin.
His hand would lightly fall on my shoulder, my back or my neck and lightly trace out a pattern there, subtle fingertips warmly visiting my skin and idling there.
Sometimes his touch was firm and strong, his fingers rubbing out a knot in my shoulder or a firm hand helping me up out of a chair.
Occasionally while seated together his hand would fall on my knee, or my thigh, sending a warm rush of blood to my cheeks and a pleasant tingle between my legs.
Soon I began to arrive at David's cozy house without a bra, knowing that my nipples would be visible straining against the fabric of my blouse.
Now and then I would see him unapologetically gazing at my tits, smiling that same knowing smile as the day he saw me with Johnny Davidson cock in my mouth.
Occasionally I would catch the outline of his penis under the fabric of his shorts or khakis.
Once, after a nice long hug, I could see he was hard.
David's small house featured a small pool in an enclosed garden out back, and when it was really hot we would take a pool break. It was an opportunity for me to wear a bikini top and show off my firm, round tits.
"On hot nights I just walk out here for a dip." David said one hot day. "No suit, just nude."
"Mmm, that sounds very cool and wicked."
"You should join me some night."
