The days grew longer and warmer. Caroline started talking more and more and was turning into a real person. Billy Joe kept waking us all up at regular intervals every night to be fed and changed. Rita was a bit bedraggled by the nursing routine but she was the proudest mother ever. Louise was on cloud nine with the little ones around and doted over them constantly.
Construction on the stone fence around the estate was in full swing and site work for the stables had been completed by early July. Camille was involved in a thousand aspects of design on the development of Palm Coast and I was deeply embroiled in helping Helen Blossom compile a complete picture of the family holdings.
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After passing her bar exams, Helen had given old Mr. Schnitzer, dad's lawyer for fifty years and Helen's boss, notice of her intention to leave his employ and take our family business on as a full time endeavor. The old lawyer took this as a perfect opportunity to retire and he and Helen spent months finding council for his other clients and gathering all the hundreds of files regarding the Ellis Enterprises, as dear old dad called his former companies, together. It turns out that dad had holdings in states all over the south and that many of his investments were in diversified property holdings such as shopping malls, apartment complexes, golf courses and the like.
The paper work connected with his adventurous life was monumental. We hauled over forty loads of boxes of files back to the estate in the Nomad and set up a makeshift office in my former bedroom downstairs next to the studio. Helen and Camille were also making noises about the impending initial sale of waterfront lots up at the development and we mutually decided to construct an office building on site close to where the commercial center of the development was to be located. This was to be a priority due to the fact that we would be hiring about twenty-five realtors and other office help to begin the process.
Dad put us in touch with a man he had dealings with in the past, to act as project manager, under Camille's direct supervision. Beau would prove to be our salvation in the end due to his extensive experience in large community development projects. Helen and I would be in charge of all the financial and legal aspects of the project and leave the construction business to the professionals. This suited me just fine because it left me free to spend some time with the children and Rita and oversee the work on the estate.
By mid November, a beautiful three-story office building had been erected in record time, on a dirt road in the center of the development area. We would only be using part of the building at first, but we would finish the upper floors and expand as things progressed.
Camille had a suite of offices for the construction division on the main floor along with the real estate division. Helen and I were situated on the second floor in the rear of the building occupying about a third of that floor. My office and hers adjoined with a reception room ahead of hers and two conference rooms, one large the other small off the reception area. I could enter and exit my office from either, Helen's office, the main hall, or a stairway to the outside at the rear. Of coarse, we had a small lounge and I had a private bathroom with a shower, tub and dressing room. We spent a fortune decorating and furnishing our offices and they reflected the immenseness of our fortune.
On the day the furniture was delivered to the offices, Helen had been busily sorting out the thousands of documents that the old lawyer had collected over the years and was extremely agitated with her self for misplacing her handbag, which contained her cigarettes and makeup. We searched high and low and she discovered that she had left it in her car when she arrived that morning and simply forgotten to bring it in. During our search, the furniture store guys showed up with our delivery.
Helen had purchased beautiful Italian leather sofas and chairs for the reception room, her office and my office. They were magnificent, indeed. Each piece was big and soft, with big puffy arms and high thick backs, for comfort. The last piece they brought in was the big sofa for Helens office. The deliverymen placed it where she wanted it and she rewarded them with a fifty-dollar tip and thanked them profusely.
I stood in the doorway to my office and watched as Helen closed the door, after the delivery guys had departed. She snapped the lock. She turned and took two steps into the room, unbuttoning her jacket and dropping it on the thick, cranberry red carpet. Her fingers deftly released the buttons down the front of her silk blouse and it too joined the jacket on the floor. The skirt followed and she stood clad in her lacy beige bra, panties, hose, and heels.
"Mr. Ellis, would you care to get fucked on my new sofa?" she asked.
Crossing over to her I replied, "I don't mind if I do."
Our lips met in a steamy kiss. We hadn't been together sexually for a couple of months, but we had spent many hours together during our construction and moving operations. I felt her hands on my back, pulling my shirt out of my trousers. She pushed the shirt over my head and zeroed in on my belt buckle. Quickly dropping my pants to a heap around my ankles, Helen sank to her knees and took my stiffening cock into her warm mouth. She was a great cocksucker, never getting frantic but always moving and using her tongue continuously. It didn't take much to get me excited. I pulled her up from the floor, before she took me too far, and stepped the rest of the way out of my pants.
"Hurry, Cool. I'm really hot," Helen begged, stripping out of her bra and panties.
Helen reclined on the new leather sofa, and spread her luscious legs. I plunged my face between her thighs and captured her feathery petals between my lips. I sucked hard on them, drawing blood into them and causing them to darken. Helen drew in her breath and stiffened a little then relaxed. I searched for her love bud and struck it with my tongue. She stiffened again and sucked in her breath. Helen was right, she was hot and sensitive. She started to leak immediately soaking the hair of my goatee and smearing the cushion of the new sofa. I was glad we had chosen leather.
"I need cock, Virgil," Helen squeaked.
"Okay, Sweetie, cock it is," I said, and plowed balls deep into her hot wet pussy.
We took up a hard steady cadence right at the start and went straight through 'til we erupted almost simultaneously in mutual ecstasy, each of us expelling copious quantities of sexual fluids, mixing together and flowing out onto the cushions.
"Oh, God, that's gotta be good," Helen breathed.
I agreed, leaning back and sitting on the floor. "Welcome to the corporate offices of Palm Coast Development," I declared, as we both started to laugh hysterically.
We tidied up and I left Helen, wearing only her hose and her jacket, to her filing and went home for my afternoon tramp around the estate with Caroline.
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"Fuck," Helen thought to her self, after Tall Cool had driven away, "it's been a long time, Mr. Ellis." She now referred to Virgil as Mr. Ellis when they were around clients and contractor types. She was the consummate professional. After all, she was a woman embroiled in a mostly male project and keeping it professional was important to her.
She sat in her new desk chair. The leather was cool against the exposed skin of her still naked butt. She giggled, thinking back on the look on his face when she had asked him if he wanted to fuck her on the new sofa. "Dumb question, Helen," she thought. "I would kill for him if he asked me to!"
She was startled back to reality by a soft knock on the door and a voice, "Helen it's Camille, may I come in?"
"Shit, I'm still naked!" Helen thought as she jumped up to pull on her skirt.
