I Smithson: Tempting daddy

James was just going through the door when he noticed a strange, muted light shining through one of the large picture mirrors on the walls of the apartment.

"That's an interesting effect, Alice. What is it?" he asked. She was digging in her purse for additional keys to lock the door.

"Oh, that?" She laughed. "That's a kind of secret. You have very sharp eyes, James, dear. That's a two-way mirror."

"Why's something like that necessary in here?"

"It's not really," she said delaying. Her eyes were caressing his face. She found him exceedingly handsome. "You see, one of our elder executives, that's Mr. Dearing, and you must keep this a tight secret. He comes here often in the late evenings. He's what you might call either a dirty old man or a practicing voyeur."

"This is an expensive setup," James Groten observed. And indeed it was. Through a complicated series of mirrored reflections it was possible for any one in the main living room – or the comfortably furnished breakfast nook in the cozy kitchen – to see directly into any one of the three bedrooms without any possibility of detection.

One had a choice, James saw, of flipping a secret light switch which activated different illuminated glows. These counteracted the lights on in any of the three bedrooms, giving a terrific sense of security to the bedroom's inhabitants and at the same time throwing a series of refracting shadows.

"See," said Alice, "if I sit down here at the kitchen table and I push this button on this cleverly disguised panel board, you can look into bedroom three. And so on with the others." She illustrated. "No one of the other company employees, the executives, of course, know about this except of course you now and myself."

James Groten was immensely interested.

"What goes on?" he wanted to know.

"Oh, James, can't you imagine a little?" She glanced at her watch. "You know something, darling," she whispered, "I don't really see any reason why we must return to the office this afternoon."

She paused awhile. Then she smiled. "Why don't we just phone up and give our excuses, unless, of course, you'll feel guilty." She brushed her hand over his cheek. "Would you?"

He touched her lovely firm breasts. She fondled his face, his lips, his nose; then she traced designs over his broad muscular shoulders.

"I don't think so. I really see no reason why we should return. There's also really no one to phone in to, or is there something I don't know?" he asked.

"You're right. Look, let's just get all relaxed all over again, okay? Then I'll tell you about Mr. Dearing and one of the company's best kept secrets."

Alice Duerr handed him the keys for the liquor cabinet. In moments both had fresh drinks.

"Let's go into the living room and sit on the couch together. I love it in there. It's so intimate, don't you think?" She smiled, touching the crotch of his trousers. She could feel his hardening penis. She noticed his quivering response. They kissed hotly.

"Well, where was I, darling? Oh, yes. Our elegant Mr. Dearing. Well, like all of us, he's got his sexual problems." Alice was caressing James' thickening prick as she spoke. She had raised up her skirt around her waist, baring her lovely long legs. She kicked off her high heels.

James slid his fingers between her warm thighs. Alice parted them gently for him. She smiled at her new office friend. He enchanted her and she was confident his response was as equally intense.

"One of Mr. Dearing's capricious needs is to watch other people petting, you know, stroking and playing around. He's not necessarily interested in seeing intercourse or any wild sex."

"Of course, James," she said, kissing him and now twirling his exposed penis between her warm fingers, "if someone or some two people in one of the bedrooms is doing something wild, I'm sure he's not going to look the other way."

"Does he confide this to you, Alice?"

"You might say that. You see, he needed me to authorize the two-way mirrors and he gave me a nice gift to keep the secret. The way I see it, it doesn't harm anyone else. As I said, no one else but you – and me – knows about it and I told you because I'm confident you will tell no one, James."

"You can trust me," he answered.

He put his drink down. He slid his body around and now as Alice spread her silky thighs wider apart, he was caressing the damp crotch of her tight nylon panties she'd slipped on after their initial lovemaking. As the moments passed, her crotch grew wetter and wetter. As she spoke, her eyes were often closed as his caresses grew more and more intimate.

"Oh, James, you're making my little slit all hot and so juicy all over again. God, I can't get enough of your wonderful fingers, you realize that?"

His penis was throbbing, leaping as her fingers stroked it, as she rubbed her thumb over the pounding hot tip of it, as she squeezed his shaft and ran her warm hand up and down.

"Go on, Alice, with the story. If you don't, I'll explode right in your fist."

"I'd love that, James," she moaned. Then she sat up. "So, okay, Mr. Dearing. Well, he has this woman friend. She's older, and very rich. But she's married. Her husband watches her like a hawk. The only place she can play around in private is right here, right over there in what we jokingly call Bedroom Number Martha. Her name's Martha, you see."

"I see." His fingers had crawled inside her panty crotch. Her pussy was soaking wet, warm.

"Well, Martha has a lover. I'm not sure if he's the family's chauffeur, the butler or the gardener, but he could be all. It's that kind of family. Socially, they are very prominent."

"Mr. Dearing is in love with Martha. You got that, James?" Alice Duerr was groaning now. Her fingers were down inside James Groten's pants and squeezing his testicles, caressing them hotly. She bent her lips to his ear. She whispered: "I love your hot cock and these balls. Oh, God, you've got such heavy, silky balls, you know that?"

James Groten didn't answer. Now he was taking down her panties, Alice helping him, raising her buttocks up as he slipped them down to her knees. Both saw the tiny crotch was soaking wet with her love juices.

"Well, where was I? Oh, yes, Dearing's in love. But in this very strange way. He demands, get that, he demands to see her make love to another person before he can get up, I mean, his prick. It's kind of little, James, but it's cute."

"You've seen his prick, Alice?" Now James Groten was very interested. She was writhing on the couch, her legs spread wide open, her lovely hairy pussy now totally naked. She would undulate her hips and then moan as her right hand covered his and urged his fingers to caress.

"Yes, I have, James. You see, that's all part of it, I mean, the mirrors, the secrecy of it all."

"Do you want me to suck you again, Alice… while you tell me the story? Would you like that?"

"Oh, James, need you ask? Oh, darling, your tongue up inside me again, oh, God, yes. I'd love it. I'm so hot. I'm so very hot, James!"

James Groten fell down on his knees. He then raised her legs up and placed them over his shoulders. He kissed the white insides of her perfect thighs. Her cunt smelled heavenly. Her coral lips were visible. So was her dainty asshole. He dipped his tongue into it.

She squealed, "I adore that. I just simply adore a tongue teasing my asshole, James. How did you know?"

As James Groten sucked, as he licked and teased with his tongue, as he rubbed his face in her hairy, meaty pussy, Alice strained against him and rubbed and squealed and undulated. A frenzied passion overwhelmed her again and again as she continued the story. Now and then she'd moan so deeply and then whimper as his tongue lashed her clitoris. She'd seem to be floating off.

"…well, you see, Martha's inside the bedroom. The chauffeur, or whoever he is, is undressing her. He kisses her armpits. He licks down her arms to her fingers. He takes down her nylons slowly. He leaves her shoes on. He rolls the nylons. Her legs are now naked. Mr. Dearing can see her panties. They're more like bloomers, you know, full and plenty of lace, lots of designs."