This is a complete remake of my first erotic story. I found the previous version left too many plot holes and wouldn't allow me to take in the direction I wanted. There were too many errors for a simple edit. This will be a slow burn compared to the first version and will involve Rachel's rise (descent?) to becoming Ms. Morgan. I think readers will enjoy this extended and revamped version. This story will eventually involve incest in further chapters. Enjoy!
I need to hurry.
Rachel pulled her white thigh highs up, hoping they stayed this time, and ran her hand over the slick fabric clinging to her skin. Reminding herself to hurry, she jumped from her bed to grab a dark skirt hanging from the back of her computer chair, and stood in front of the mirror before putting it on.
I'm pretty
. She giggled at herself. Confidence wasn't a strong point for her but, privately, she admired the woman staring back at her. It wasn't always like this. Her curly red hair, orange really, stayed an unruly mess until she listened to her mother and learned to manage it. Boys ignored her until about a year ago and her freckle covered body invited jokes from other girls throughout middle school. Now, a week after her 18
th
birthday, and heading into her senior year in a few months, she enjoyed looks from her classmates.
With a smile, she ran her hand over the cup of her bra, and down her belly, where she circled her finger over three oversized freckles, birthmarks really, that her friend Emily called her solar system and said her freckles scattered over her body like constellations across her skin. But the three big ones were special. Emily swore the planet shaped marks gave Rachel superpowers. She grinned at the idea as she ran her finger over the waistband of her yellow panties and pouted at her small pooch of a belly.
I hate you, belly pooch, no matter how cute you are!
She laughed again as she poked her finger into her belly button and wondered how receptive her mom would be to a piercing there. That wasn't happening. She pouted again. I8 or not, she still lived with her parents, was still in high school, and still had to follow her dad's rules.
I'm not hurrying.
Rachel snapped out of her daydreaming and slid the tight black skirt up her legs and over her hips. It was snug on her slim body. After zipping the back, she turned to check for a panty line. No panty line; no wrinkles.
I need to look professional for Mr. Morgan.
Mr. Morgan. Her boss. Another smile, a bigger one, greeted her in the mirror and she hoped he liked girls with braces. She hated them, but maybe he liked them. Maybe he liked her. She grabbed her favorite top, a white spaghetti strap camisole, and slid into it, letting the soft silky material fall over her pale skin. With a quick glance at the time on her phone, she grabbed her heels she'd thrown from the closet earlier. Bent over, she realized the flimsy top offered a clear view down her shirt. Her bra was too small, so the edge of her light areolas peaked over the edge of the cup. Still bent over, she scrunched her foot into the uncomfortable heels.
Maybe Mr. Morgan would love to see me bent over like this.
With both shoes firmly in place, she stood, proud of her outfit. After a quick adjustment to her ponytail, she grabbed the black business jacket from the foot of her bed and ran out of her room and down the stairs. She was only 10 minutes late. Jonathon, her older brother, looked up from his constant exploration of the refrigerator and waved to her as she ran out the door. He was in town from college and ate everything in the house. Their mom didn't seem to mind and got onto Rachel when she complained about it. Whatever. She looked pretty for Mr. Morgan today, so she tossed Jonathan from her mind as she walked down the sidewalk as fast as her heels would allow.
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Just as Rachel began her morning routine, Lawrence Morgan squinted at the light interrupting his sleep. His eyes adjusted to the brightness from the master bath while the delicate sound of his wife's makeup brushes tapping softly on the vanity pulled him gently out of his sleep. Laci Morgan leaned in close to the mirror, wearing nothing but a pair of low rise satin panties. The thin purple fabric strained against her full ass. Her dark tanned skin contrasted heavy against her deep tan lines, leaving a near perfect outline of her bikini on her body. She insisted on them despite having a private pool in their backyard. A glint from one of her nipple rings reflected in the mirror as his cock stirred.
"I know of a way you can get rid of those tan lines, sweetie," he said in a groggy voice, still fighting off sleep.
Laci startled and turned from the mirror making her large tits bounce. She pulled her leg up and threw a pretend side kick his way. As he laughed, he ran his eyes over the tattoo that covered her right leg from hip to ankle. A black panther, crouching for an attack; its front claw slashing down her calf. She asked for it for her 25
th
birthday. That was almost 10 years ago.
"I love my tan lines and Mr. Ackerson can see our backyard from his window. I don't want to add my tits to his view."
Lawrence grinned. "Mr. Ackerson is 86; that would do him in. You know, he's HOA president now that old lady Marybeth keeled over. Very prestigious."
Laci sat her eyeliner on the bathroom counter and walked over to him, her panties clinging to her body. She rubbed her hand over his cock and leaned in for a kiss. "You're only 44 and they do you in. Mr. Ackerson doesn't stand a chance." She squeezed his hardening member as she pecked his lips.
He reached for her, but she pulled away. "No playtime. I have a flight to catch."
Ignoring her, he pulled the front of her panties down, revealing the dark stubble over her mound. "Bad girl. You didn't shave."
She pulled his hand out. "It's only two days old and you like it that way. Be thankful I shave my legs and bikini line every day. Otherwise, Mr. Ackerman would be disappointed and bring it up at a board meeting."
Lawrence pulled the sheets down, exposing his cock straining against his thin flannel pajamas. "I bet Mr. Ackerman doesn't have one like this."
She laughed and grabbed his cock again. "Probably not, but I still don't have time. I'll take care of you when you get to Denver tonight. Let me finish getting ready, and you can stare at my ass the entire time." She patted his dick and walked back to the bathroom counter. "I'm still not sold on Rachel watching the office. Let's tell her to take time off and we'll handle things when we get back."
Lawrence rolled his eyes as he adjusted himself. "We've been over this. It isn't a big deal."
She cut her eyes before she turned to him, her arms crossed under her breasts. Even when she was pissed, he couldn't avoid looking at them. "It is a big deal. Do I need to remind you what we are involved in? It was stupid to hire her in the first place. She's a kid. What happens if Chicago calls?"
Lawrence sat up and took a drink of water from the glass by his bed. "Then she'll take a fucking message Laci. She's a rich kid who wants to impress her daddy. Show him she can hold down a job. Hell, she wouldn't even know what the word 'mob' means."
Laci threw on a purple bra to match her panties and slid a black t-shirt on. "That's so reassuring Lawrence. She's too naïve. That fixes everything."
"For fuck's sake, Laci. Let it go."
"Let it go?" Her tits bounced as she raised her arm and pointed at him. "Do I need to remind you that outside of our very dangerous, very illegal activities, she's 18 and we're letting her watch our house for two weeks? I don't want to come home to kegs floating in our pool and red solo cups all over the kitchen. Have you told her parents she's house sitting?"
Her tits had his full attention, but he moved his eyes up before she kicked him. "Yes, I have, and you realize we're talking about Rachel, right? I'm not sure she knows how to party."
"Whatever. If I come home to the smell of sex and White Claw, I'll let you break the news to her dad."
Lawrence paused to calm himself before he responded. This was the third time they'd had this talk. "She's only working a few hours a day to get our messages and feed the cat. She'll let the pool guy in on Thursday and make sure he gets paid. It's not a big deal; stop worrying."
Her phone beeped, signaling the Uber driver was there. "Whatever. I won't argue about it. Make sure you don't miss your flight tonight and I'll see you at the lodge. Love you." She grabbed her carry on and kissed him before she left the bedroom.
"Love you, too," he called out as she walked down the hall without turning around.
The front door closed, and he waited until the car pulled out of the driveway before he grabbed a second phone he used for work and texted.
Lawrence: Hey, make sure you send the payroll to me by Wednesday next week. Thank you.
J.Acct: It is already being processed and will be ready on time.
He smiled. She was alone. If she couldn't talk, the response would have a time to call back. He hit the Facetime button and a pretty blonde, still lying in bed, appeared on his screen. J.Acct wasn't a client. It was Abby and there was nothing professional about their relationship.
"Is that raven haired wife of yours gone?" she asked.
"Just now. How's my girl?"
"She's good and misses you. Want her to pick you up at the airport so she can show you how much?" She smiled and pulled the sheets down, revealing the skimpy tank top she slept in.
"I can't. I have to meet Laci at the lodge, but I'll have a few days free. I promise."
She stuck her tongue out at him and pulled her tank top over, revealing her perky tits. She was a sharp contrast to his wife. Blonde, playful, and enthralled with him. He convinced himself he loved Laci, but he had no desire to be monogamous. Abby was 22, engaged, and the daughter of one of his biggest accounts; completely off limits.
She propped the phone on a pillow to give him a full view and rubbed her fingers over her nipples. "Did Laci take care of my big boy today?"
He pulled out his cock and moved the phone to give her a good view. "No, she teased me and left it for you. You're alone right?"
