John Hammond was eager to finally go home to his family. It was a stressful day at work, and he wanted to lie back, relax, and put on some late-night news for the evening. Hopefully Jessica already put the boys down for the night. She's usually pretty good- she's a young preppy girl that has enough energy to play with them all day, ensuring that they're usually down for the night by the time he reaches home. He had a lot of trouble at first during the divorce- he was a businessman firsthand and wasn't very good at taking care of his two sons. They had too much energy for him to handle. When the court decided that he would be taking care of him half the week, he realized he was in for a shock. That was until his secretary helped him interview a ton of women, with him meeting a few of the finalists.
He tried very hard to not judge them by their appearances, but as a bachelor that hasn't gotten laid in months, he was unable to stop himself from getting hard at their young perky breasts and big hips. He imagined himself fucking them against the grand desk at his home office, or against the large window in their living room, for all the neighbors to see. He considered going to a bar or strip club, but he was always exhausted by the time he got home, and didn't feel like leaving his sons for hours just to get his perverted needs met. He was at least a good enough father to do that.
And so, he fidgeted in his erection and tried to be as composed as possible as he interviewed every girl. At the end, he picked Jessica, a fiery red headed college girl that had the plumpest lips he couldn't help but imagine around his cock.
Though he's fantasized about her daily in the shower, he wasn't going to ever act on it. He didn't want anyone to find out about what they were doing, and she knew too much about him that he was afraid she would use it as leverage to make more money from him. He was suspicious at times about her behaviour though- she seemed to always be coming on to him. He was 6 foot tall and decently attractive. He was an African American guy that made 6 figures a year, a toned body from having a private coach, and was single and exuding sexual energy at all times. He knew she was attracted to him, but he never showed her any interest, so she had probably given up at this point.
He arrived that night with his usual stunning smile, and hung up his briefcase, seeing Jessica sitting on the living room couch waiting for him patiently. She was dressed in tight shorts that showed off her amazing ass and a loose t-shirt on top, with the words "Cute but psycho" engraved on it. She looked up from her phone when he arrived, though he could tell that something was wrong tonight.
"How's it going? The boys are off to bed?" He asked, taking off his shoes.
"Hello Mr. Hammond," She said, smiling gently back at him. "They're all tired out from a day of fun, though they missed you a lot today!"
"How many times do I have to tell you to call me John?" He said as he walked over to the kitchen, pouring himself some water. She got up from the couch and approached him, leaning against the counter so her breasts pressed together. "You're doing so well with tiring them out, I should really give you a raise. You've been helping out so much since the divorce."
"Don't worry about it John." She grinned at him. "Just doing my job."
He chuckled, and sipped on his water, "You're too good to me."
She sat on the stool, her elbows pressed together, she looked worried, and John wasn't sure why. "You're free to leave for the night, I think I can handle them from now."
"I don't think I want to go back home tonight." She said slowly, looking up at him through her lashes.
He cleared his throat and composed himself, "And why is that?"
"I think my boyfriend's cheating on me." She said, a tear forming in her eye. "He's barely been texting me tonight, and something just seems off, I don't want to face him, John."
"Oh, Jessica. I'm so sorry to hear that." She nodded and bounced off the stool. He figured she needed some comfort, so he walked around the counter, closing in the distance between them. She looked up at him with hooded eyes as he approached, and he held his arms out. She didn't hesitate as she closed in on the embrace, smothering her face against his chest.
They didn't say much for a few moments, and she sighed deeply, taking in his scent. "This is what I needed, thank you John."
