John smiled. He reached up with his free hand, the other still stroking his cock, and pinched her other nipple, causing her to close her eyes for a minute.
“But, when I had that ant bite, I was sitting all up on the cabinet and I guess it was just too much for him, and he shoved his cock in me all dramatic-like.” She smiled and shrugged, seeing him look up in surprise. “We talked it out, afterward” she said, seeing his momentary look of concern.
“So, I told Dex about it last night while we were all fucking cuz I know he likes to use that sort of thing to get all horny and excited, you know? He said he was okay with it, and that he liked hearing me tell him. I asked if it was okay that it happened again cuz I saw Don all sneakily watching us, and he said yes.”
John grinned. “That’s really hot.”
She nodded. “He was still pretty reluctant,” she said. “You just caught the end of our second session.”
He smiled. “Thanks for that,” he said. “I’ve really been wanting to fuck you.”
She smiled and shrugged. “It seemed like it was a spur of the moment thing,” she said, shrugging. “Besides, it was like… 20 seconds. That hardly qualifies as even flirting.”
John looked at her curiously, amused, and smiled. A hand went up on her shoulder and pushed her down to her knees.
“Still,” she said, acquiescing but sliding back to stay out of the water stream. “I should probably talk to him again about it and make sure he’s really okay. Don said that guys can get weird about things like that after they cum and then have time to think about it.”
John was probably still listening, but she couldn’t really tell. His eyes were closed and his hand sliding back and forth on his cock, but he was nodding at certain parts of her story.
She saw him getting close and opened her mouth, figuring he wanted to shoot in it in there.
“I guess I’ll do that after I make breakfast for everyone, and then see what my boss wants.”
“Guh… fuck…” John said, grunting and reaching forward with his other hand. He roughly grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock in all the way, pushing barely against the back of her throat as he started to cum, the first shot landing on her chin as she giggled and leaned in as he pulled.
His hand was pulling hard on the back of her head, driving her lips against his pubic bone. Figuring it must be a powerful one, she sucked as hard as she could and swallowed, surprised that he still had some left in him.
Stepping back a few seconds later, he slid down to his butt, then leaned back into the water stream and against the far wall.
She giggled, leaning forward to swallow his shaft one more time and get the rest of the cum off of his water-flecked cock. Reaching up, she thumbed the errant spray into her mouth, then swallowed it down too, sighing happily as she relished John’s unique taste and loving the way it was sliding down her throat.
He was breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath, so she smiled and stood, starting to rinse off again. Stepping out, she saw him glance up and smile at her, his hand moving behind him to start to push him up. She turned, looking in the mirror and started to dry herself off and fix her hair.
John stepped out, toweling himself off, and then leaned over, kissing her as she toweled her hair off.
“Thanks, shorty,” he said, smiling.
She rolled her eyes, smirking at him.
After getting dressed in a simple pair of panties that she’d left over at Dex’s and washed there, she went into the kitchen and checked the time.
It was still a little early for her to wake everyone up, so she went and grabbed her phone, dialing her boss’s number and waiting for him to pick up.
“Good morning Jessie,” he said.
“Good morning, Mr. Murphy,” she said, trying to stifle a yawn.
“I wanted to see if you were available to help me entice a couple of potential clients,” he said.
She smiled. “Of course! Do I need to help you with paperwork or something?”
“No, nothing as boring as all that,” he said. “We’re going golfing this morning and I’m hoping that a little extra eye candy will sweeten the deal,” he said.
“Oh!” she said. “Well, I’ve never golfed before. I don’t really even know anything about it.”
He chuckled into the phone again. “Not to worry. You’re really just there as a pleasant distraction. We’ll have you drive a cart and tend the flag and things of the sort.”
She smiled. “I’m happy to do that! You’ll have to tell me if I’m doing it right, though,” she said. “What day?”
“Today,” he said. “In about an hour if you have the time.”
She looked at the clock again and then swore internally. She knew she should decline, but Mr. Murphy had never been anything but nice to her.
“I’ll have to hurry, but I should be able to make it,” she told him, wincing as she did so.
“Great!” he said. They spoke for a few more seconds, and he gave her the information on where to meet them.
“Okay, I’ll see you at 10.”
“Thank you again,” he said. She sighed, then immediately went about finding all of her things and getting ready to leave.
Peeking her head in, she saw that John had rejoined the other two in Dexter’s bed, and she quietly stepped in and gathered her other things. After retreating to the bathroom to get dressed, she went back in and knelt beside Dex, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek.
He opened his eyes, smiling at her. Leaning down, she kissed him on the lips, having just brushed her teeth. He smiled, smacking hips lips together.
“Morning hun,” he said. “You taste like toothpaste.”
She giggled. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to work. Mr. Murphy needs me to help him with stuff. It’s client related.”
Dex frowned, but then nodded. “I understand. Leaving me to go play with your boss.”
She sighed. “You know it’s not like that. He’s been super busy and stressed lately. These are potential new clients.”
Dexter chuckled. “I’m teasing, baby,” he said.
She smirked. “Oh, be warned that John is in bed with you and Donna. Don’t go reaching for things. You might get surprised.”
Dexter chuckled. “Thanks for the warning. Text me or call me later?”
She nodded. “Love you.”
“Love you,” he replied. “Thanks for an awesome birthday.”
She kissed him again, smiled and said, “You’re welcome,” and then kissed him a final time before standing and waving sweetly.
Quickly and quietly, she hurried downstairs and back over to her apartment. Going in, she went and changed, selecting a nice black skirt, a black, lacy undershirt that looked a little like lingerie, and a white button-down shirt to go over the whole thing. Smiling as she looked in the mirror, she put on a black, lacy ribbon-like collar around her neck, and slid on some shoes. Checking herself out in the mirror, she finally decided to go ahead and slip on some panties, not knowing if Mr. Murphy wanted her to wear them or not since it wasn’t in the office and these were new clients and whatnot.
She drove up to the country club golf course parking lot only a few minutes late and figured that it was woman’s prerogative.
She looked around, seeing Mr. Murphy’s car, and then saw him, standing with three other men over by a pair of golf carts with four sets of clubs in the back.
She smiled, waving, then put her keys in her purse and walked over toward the four men.
“Good morning Mr. Murphy,” she said smiling and walking straight up to him.
“Good morning Jessie,” he said, smiling and winking at her.
“Gentlemen,” he said, turning. “This is my office assistant, Jessica.”
“You can call me Jessie,” she said, waving at the three men. They all three smiled, openly staring at her feminine form and smiling. All three looked around Mr. Murphy’s age.
“This is Mr. Eakins, Mr. Dudley, and Mr. Wright,” he said.
“So, are you gentlemen gonna show me how to golf?” she asked as they all took her hand and gently shook it.
All four smiled, nodding at her. They began to converse then, and she realized they were discussing the golf cart arrangements.
“She’s such a good-looking woman,” one of them said. “We need some kind of fair system.”
“Best two on each hole gets to have her sit with them?” one of them asked.
“Well, she’s Tom’s assistant,” one of them pointed out.
He chuckled. “Oh, I’m not gonna hog all of the eye-candy,” he said, smiling at her as she smirked and raised an eyebrow at him.
“So, what do you think Jessie,” Mr. Eakins asked. “Best two golfers at each hole, regardless of the overall score, gets to let you sit with them.”
She smiled, shrugging. “I’m fine with that,” she said, smiling widely. She looked around for somewhere to put her purse, then smiled when Mr. Murphy took her inside and let her put it in a locker. She stashed her car keys and purse there.
She saw that the other three were getting ready to… well… do whatever was involved in playing golf. They were all standing with their golf clubs on a mound of grass not too far from the carts. She giggled, going over to sit with the carts.
“Jessie,” Mr. Wright. “Come on and learn.”
She smiled, nodding and walking over. Realizing that she shouldn’t have worn dress shoes, she quickly took them off and put them in the golf cart, then started to walk over on the cool grass.
Stepping over, she stood next to Mr. Murphy and Mr. Wright, since he’d been the one to call her over. As she watched, one of them swung his club and Mr. Wright began to explain the basic rules of the game. She nodded, listening, but noticing that he had his hand on the small of her back while he was talking and gesturing.
After the three men took their turns, Mr. Murphy took his. The four walked over to the carts and Mr. Murphy gestured for her to join them.
She smiled but saw that the cart only held two people. She frowned, thinking that she was going to have to walk, but then Mr. Murphy patted his leg and smiled. She giggled, nodding and hopping down into his lap, smoothing out her skirt and sitting down.
“I hope my fat butt doesn’t hurt,” she said, smiling and glancing back.
He smiled and shook his head. “You’re light as a feather,” he assured her.
She turned back and watched as they drove to the first ball. Getting the gist of what was going on, she watched as they went and hit their balls again.
Mr. Murphy swore when his went off course, and sighed, glancing back at her. She suspected that he was losing somehow, and giggled, sensing that she’d have to ride on the other cart.