The house had served its purpose. One bedroom. One and a half baths. A basement just big enough to store her stuff in. A kitchen and eating space.
Now Jennie was ready to move up. Well, OK. She wasn't buying a mansion. But it was a better house in a better neighborhood. And she was excited.
At twenty five, the single, young accountant didn't need to mortgage herself to death before she even decided what she wanted to do with her life. So the two bedroom, two bath ranch she found was perfect for now.
All she had to do was close the deal on her current home. The task, however, was proving more difficult than she had hoped. Various delays were causing her buyers to have second thoughts. Today she was to sit down with her banker and resolve as many of the problems as she could.
Not being one to routinely use her natural good looks to her advantage when dealing with men, Jennie reluctantly pulled a tight fitting sleeveless sweater from her closet and a complementary short skirt. With only a small pair of panties underneath, she felt awkwardly clad.
But this was a big deal for her personally—being able to make the move without the involvement of her parents or brother. She stared into the mirror with resolve, brushing her blonde hair into perfect shape and highlighting her lips to just the right glow. Jennie cringed at the amount of cleavage showing under the sweater. Then turned and headed for the car.
Chad Russell, mortgage loan officer at Jennie's bank, was a typical thirty-something underachiever. His average wife and average life satisfied him to some degree. But in his mind he was Chad Russell, rock star. He imagined every attractive woman he saw secretly wishing he was theirs, throwing them onto a couch and fucking them all night long. The next day—new city, new women, better sex.
Thus, he was excited to look on his calendar and see Jennie's name. Oh, yeah. The blonde with the fabulous eyes and long legs and full breasts. THAT Jennie. He had good news for Jennie, but she didn't know it...yet.
Jennie arrived at the bank five minutes early and sat nervously in the waiting area. She tugged at her skirt, attempting to get it at least half way down her crossed thighs. This was crazy, she thought. But she HAD to make this move.
Soon, she saw Chad coming down the hall.
"Hi, Jennie. Good to see you again." Chad extended his hand at the same time Jennie was rising from her chair.
"Hi, Chad." His eyes didn't meet hers until conducting a thorough scan of her sleek body.
"Come on back." He turned and walked side-by-side with the woman until they entered his little office. Chad closed the door behind them.
"Have a seat," he said. Jennie sat in an office chair facing Chad's desk, attempting to discreetly repeat the skirt tug at the same time.
Chad pulled a folder into the middle of his desk. "Well, I think we have some good news."
He watched for her response.
"Oh? What is it?" she asked, leaning slightly forward in her chair.
Chad went on to explain the intricacies of the loan requirements and how close Jennie was to meeting the banks prerequisites to closing. A lot of it was technical stuff Jennie didn't fully understand, but she did recognize Chad's pleasure that they were near completion of the deal.
During their discussion, Chad fought the strong urge to stare at the young woman's breasts, pushing against the soft material of her sweater. The tanned skin that was visible was flawless. And her legs had the silky smooth look of a teenager.
Finally, after fifteen minutes of dialogue, he got up and walked around to Jennie's chair. She studied him as he moved beside her, then slowly behind her.
"I'd hate for this deal to fall through after all we've done for you," he said.
Jennie flinched when his fingers touched her bare arms. His hands slid up to her shoulders. She felt Chad play with the back of her hair, then her neck.
"It's possible that I'll need to bring the last of the paperwork out to your place," he said.
Jennie sat silently as the man's hands moved around her neck and down the front of her sweater. She felt him press against her chair from behind. Chad's fingers followed the curve of the sweater's v-shaped neckline down to the top of her breasts. They lingered there, taking in the silkiness of her skin.
"You do want to work with us on this, right?" he asked softly.
She knew what she had to say. The word came slowly.
"Yes." It was almost a whisper.
Chad's hands were on her breasts, but on top of her sweater. He felt for her nipples and squeezed them lightly. Jennie felt the sensation all the way to her pussy.
"Excellent," Chad replied. "Because we want to work with you."
He was alternating between cupping Jennie's breasts and manipulating the nipples until they screamed for more attention. The woman wanted to get out of the chair, but couldn't...for whatever reason.
Chad leaned over until his face was next to Jennie's ear. "Spread your legs."
Jennie lifted the top leg and planted her foot on the floor. Then she separated her legs a few inches. Simultaneously, Chad's right hand slid inside her sweater and touched her left breast.
"Pull up your skirt."
His hand squeezed her nipple harder than he had squeezed before. Jennie's body shook with pleasure, her heart pounding from fear. Despite what her mind was telling her, she pulled up on the sides of the skirt until the black panties covering her pussy peeked out from underneath.
"Touch them," Chad whispered.
"I don't...um," Jennie began.
Chad put nearly her entire breast in his hand and kneaded it roughly, ending with a tight pinch of her nipple.
"I said touch your panties."
Jennie put a finger on the outside of her underwear, not knowing what he wanted next.
"Rub it. Rub your pussy and your clit."
She obeyed. He looked down her body at the hand partially hidden under her skirt. Then he concentrated on her other breast. Jennie closed her eyes.
"Put your fingers inside your panties."
He saw her slide them under the bottom of her panties near her pussy.
"Are you wet?"
