Before Penny married Mark she had been married before when she was a young, innocent twenty-year old beauty to a wealthy man twenty years her senior who loved and spoiled her with everything she ever wanted or needed both physically and sexually. They had two daughters, Penelope and Pamela, in the first three years of their marriage who were growing up into beautiful, young girls.
When her daughters became of school age, they were enrolled in one of
Sydney's
most prestigious private girls' school,
Miss Jones' Academy
that enrolled both boarding and day school students, all coming from the most respected and wealthiest of families.
Penny's husband Zorba Kazantzakis, Zorba meaning "Live Each Day," owned a very successful world wide import-export business, so they wanted for nothing and lived in one of
Sydney's
most affluent neighborhoods in a large estate in
North Sydney on Beauty Point
facing the water and across from
Northbridge
with maids, butlers, and gardeners to keep it up and running efficiently according to their wants and needs.
Penny's husband also made it possible for her to keep her graphic art business that she was just beginning to get off the ground when they first met when he came into her store to discuss a creative advertising project for his business. During the course of their business meetings, some of which were over dinner, Zorba fell hopelessly in love with Penny, and within the few short weeks after their meeting he proposed to her despite his acknowledging their age difference, she being twenty and he forty. However, true love knows no age difference, and so Penny accepted Zorba's marriage proposal.
Penny and Zorba had a thriving business; lived in a luxurious estate home; drove exotic, expensive autos; had two beautiful daughters; wanted for nothing; and enjoyed a very exciting and lustful sex life, Zorba often proudly showing Penny off in exquisite clothes and sexy, revealing bathing suits when they went out in public or to the public beaches. Theirs was an idyllic life.
Sadly, at the early age of forty-eight Zorba was diagnosed with prostate cancer and died within the year, leaving Penny at the age of twenty-eight a widow with two young daughters to rear. She also had the businesses to run, and even with the help of Zorba's father Nikos she found her life overwhelming as she tried to keep everything together.
Zorba had left Penny well off financially; however, without his powerful guidance and business savvy, it did not prosper as well as when he was the driving force. Penny, therefore, had to be careful with the family finances in order to maintain the affluent lifestyle to which she and her daughters were accustomed.
One morning Penny received a phone call from
Miss Jones' Academy
, informing her that her daughters' school fees had not been paid for the year and was asked if she could come in to discuss the matter with Miss Jones, the Headmistress.
While Penny had dealt with the Headmistress Miss Jones before, but only on a casual basis, she was, nevertheless, very nervous about having to go see her to discuss the delinquent tuition fees and face the fact that if the payment for her daughters' education wasn't paid, Penelope and Pamela would not be able to remain in school.
A day and time was set for the following morning for Penny to go in to see Miss Jones. This made her both very nervous as well as threatened. She was not comfortable about having to be confronted about any financial issue when money was tight at that time; although, payments for back orders were due to come in any day now that would permit her to take care of the fees for her daughters' education. Penny knew she would have to assure Miss Jones of this.
On top of this immediate financial problem, since the six years after her husband's death, Penny had been feeling increasingly lonely and missing him physically. Penny was a very sexual woman whose needs had not been met for a long time except for her masturbating on a frequent basis to satisfy her strong, sexual appetite. However, this was not fulfilling or satisfying Penny's deep-seated erotic needs.
The following morning Penny walked through the main doors of
Miss Jones' Academy
feeling very nervous and at loose ends, not sure what she would be able to say to Miss Jones to get her to agree to keep Penelope and Pamela in school since she didn't want them to have to enroll in public school even the better ones in her upscale community. Besides, Penelope and Pamela were very happy and contented at the Academy and had made many close friends during their enrollment there.
Penny walked down the long corridor with its shiny, tan, marble floor until she reached the double doors that had painted on the opaque glass in black letters
Headmistress' Office
. She paused, took several deep breaths before opening the right door and walking into the outer sitting room that was furnished with soft, tan, leather seats and sofas beside which were end tables on which were neatly placed magazines, mostly about education and some pamphlets about the academy itself.
Sitting behind a large oak desk sat a very lovely, exotic
Asian
woman who looked to be in her late twenties. She looked up from her seat when the door opened and Penny walked into the outer office. She smiled charmingly at Penny and gave her the once-over, appreciating her beautiful body and lovely face.
"Good morning. You must be Mrs. Kazantzakis, Penelope's and Pamela's mother," she said graciously. "You are right on time. Let me tell Miss Jones you are here."
Penny looked warmly at the secretary and was awed by her exotic beauty, and without knowing why, she felt a twinge between her legs and herself getting wet in her crotch. She had never been attracted to women before, but she thought this sexual excitement at looking at the woman must be due to all her pent-up sexual energy she felt daily, the cause for her needing to masturbate every day to relieve herself through self-love. The very thought of this made Penny even wetter between her legs, and she squeezed her thighs together both to relieve some of the tension as well as to rub her excited clit.
"Oh, my, why is this happening to me now?" Penny thought deeply within herself.
However, before she could answer her own inner question, she was brought back to the present by the secretary's low, sultry voice who had picked up the phone and punched the button to connect her with Miss Jones' office.
"Miss Jones, Penny Kazantzakis is here to see you," the secretary said sweetly while looking up at Penny and riveting her with her dark, brown, almond shaped eyes.
"Thank you, Miss Yamamoto. Bring her in. Would you please?" Miss Jones said in a calm, quiet voice.
"Yes, Mam," the secretary answered as she arose from her seat and stepped around her desk. "Won't you follow me, please, Mrs. Kazantzakis."
The secretary led the way as Penny followed behind her, noticing the firm curve of her well-rounded ass cheeks beneath her tightly-fitting, short blue skirt that was set off nicely by her white blouse—the school's colours--that had a wide, pointed collar cut low, revealing her cleavage of exceptionally large breasts for an
Asian
woman.
Penny watched the sway of her hips from side to side as she continued to walk behind her, almost mesmerized by the synchronization of their movement.
Having heard the door shut behind her and Penny, Miss Jones' secretary said softly, "Miss Jones, this is Mrs. Kazantzakis."
The Headmistress looked up from behind her large, mahogany desk and was immediately impressed with Penny's stunning beauty, beginning with her dark, black hair that hung below her bare shoulders, revealing her olive complexion reflecting her
Greek
ethnicity. Miss Jones gave her the once over, beginning with holding Penny's dark eyes with her own blue-grey eyes, wandering down to her full breasts, narrow waist, rounded hips that matched her breasts in size, and her shapely legs that extended beyond her black skirt that came almost to mid-thigh.
"My, we have a good-looker here, I must say," thought Miss Jones as she continued to study Penny's body even to the point of undressing her with her eyes.
"Well, good morning, Mrs. Kazantzakis," she said politely, feeling her voice catch slightly in her throat.
"Oh, please, call me Penny. I'm not used to being called by my married name, especially now that my husband is dead. It actually makes me a little uncomfortable," Penny said half-apologetically.
"Very well then...Penny," Miss Jones agreed amicably. "Please, sit down," she continued as she pointed to a brown, leather chair with arms situated immediately across from the front of her desk.
Penny nodded and gracefully sat down, immediately crossing her left leg over her right knee that caused her skirt to slide up her thigh, revealing more of her curvaceous legs, something Miss Jones didn't fail to notice.
"Kiko," the Headmistress said to her secretary, "won't you come sit down beside me so you can keep any notes regarding this meeting. You can type them up later and put them into Mrs....Penny's folder."
"Yes, Mam," Kiko said as she moved forward holding her memo pad in her right hand against her breasts and sat down, she, too, crossing her legs but spreading them wide enough for Penny to catch a quick glimpse of the top of her shear nylons and the small, black crotch of her thong panties.
Penny did not miss this movement of the secretary, and she wondered if it had been deliberate or by accident. She didn't know, but either way, Penny felt her heart flutter as she took a short, deep breath in an attempt to control herself. Never had she been so turned on from looking at another woman as she was by looking at Miss Jones' secretary.
"I'm sure you heard me call her by name, Penny, but this is Kiko, my trusted and loyal, as well as beautiful, secretary and assistant," Miss Jones said.
