by James Tayler
Back in her own room Judy took a bath in near-scalding water, dried herself, powdered, perfumed, had her hair done. From her limited wardrobe she chose a yellow silk dress that had a very low-cut back. It was a bit sexier than she would have liked, but it had survived the suitcase better than any other dresses.
By the time she was ready, Judy felt more like she was going on a date than having dinner at home with the family. Were her feelings toward Clint Adam leading her to that conclusion? Or was she already falling into the role he had laid out for her?
She wondered out of her room, making two wrong turns before she found the den, a room with fat leather sofas, stone tables and ebony sculptures that looked like they came from Africa. Adam and Tina were seated side by side, reading a children’s story book. They looked up as she entered the room.
There was delight and anxiety on Adam’s face as he stared at her. Neither her nor Tina said anything for a brief while.
“Good evening,” Judy managed to say just for the benefit of Tina. Uncomfortable under his scrutiny.
“Pappa!” Tina exclaimed. “Judy’s pretty!”
“My very thought,” Adam said, rising to his feet. He had a heavy blazer with a soft cotton shirt. His hair was still wet from the shower and he smelled delicious.
Adam took her hand, kissing it more suavely than he had earlier that evening. Coming from anyone else, the gesture would have seemed forced or affected. But she already associated it with him, and somehow it worked.
Nice to be Near.
Adam released her hand and stood studying her critically. “If I were directing this movie, my dear, I’d send you back to makeup.”
Her hand involuntarily went to her cheek. “What did I do wrong?”
“No mistakes, if that’s what you mean.” He touched her skin with his fingertips. “I’m not sure how fierce an impression you make. Angels, as the saying goes, aren’t very intimidating.”
Judy saw the point and smiled serenely. “You don’t have to be an eight-hundred pound gorilla to protect someone. You simply have to know what you’re doing.”
Tina had wandered over to where they stood. Judy smiled down at her and stroked her head, which now sported a single short braid…clearly in imitation of Judy’s.
“We were reading a story, waiting for our drinks until you arrived,” Adam said. “What can I fix you?”
“How about some mineral water?”
His lip twitched. “Mmm. A racy devil, I see. Do you ever kick back?”
“Not while I’m on duty. And, for the next three days anyway.”
“Judy, your dedication is commendable,” he replied. He went to a mirrored cabinet against one wall, which contained a hidden bar.
As he fixed the three of them something to drink. Adam watched her in the mirror. Judy was, if anything, even more attractive than at the pool. He liked the way she’d twisted her hair up on her head.
But despite her appeal, he found himself at a bit of a loss as to how to take her. He wasn’t in the habit of feeling off balance around women, though he doubted she’d noticed the effect she’d had on him.
Adam liked women, and had always felt comfortable around them. He could ‘speak their language’ as a lady friend of his once put it.
Tina had taken Judy’s hand and was beaming up at her. “See my hair?”
“Yes, I was noticing how pretty it looks,” he heard her reply. “Did you do that yourself?”
His daughter giggled. “No, Jean did. It’s like yours was!”
Judy tweaked the little girl’s nose. “We could almost be twins, couldn’t we?”
By the time he had finished preparing the drinks, Tina had taken Judy by the hand and led her to the couch. Hew joined them, serving the drinks. His daughter was chatting away, so he sat back and listened to the conversation.
They each toyed with their glasses, sitting silently, the tension between them growing. Judy leaned forward and put her glass on the coffee table. When she sat back, she scooted a few inches closer to him.
Adam moved closer to her. He casually took her hand, as though he had earned the right. The affection was restrained in the presence of his little girl, he lightened the moment with a smile.
Judy felt the tremor his touch produced work its way down her spine. Their eyes met, and his look took a giant step beyond what he’d said during their conversation. In the course of just a few minutes, she’d gone from feeling guarded to actually feeling passionate toward him. She wasn’t sure what he would do next, but before he had a chance to say anything more, Tina appeared in the doorway.
“Pappa, Pappa! Jean says dinner is ready. Now!”
After dinner Tina went off with Jean to have her bath and then to bed. Adam put his arm around her shoulders in a casual, friendly way. He did it so naturally, so easily, that it was hard to take offence.
“What do you say, shall we retire to bed and continue from where we stopped?” he asked her, his voice was very low and serious. She was absolutely sure he had no patience.
“I don’t see why not,” she said getting to her feet.
Adam let out a long sigh and led Judy to his exclusive bedroom. He stroked Judy’s bare shoulder. She looked at him, trying to decide what he intended by the affection, but he seemed to be doing it unconsciously. She trembled and moved closer.
“Are you cold?”
“No, not really.” She was by the bed. Adam had made her nervous. But it was her reaction to him that troubled her even more.
He was silent behind her for a long time. Finally he spoke. “Are you feeling sorry for coming here?”
Judy turned around. She started to deny it. Then she was ready to admit it. How could he know how upsetting his effect on her was? She touched his hand, and said, Clint, you will be surprised to know that I liked you right away.”
He kissed her gently, caressing her rounded breasts over her dress. Then with no hurry at all he undressed her as Judy did the same with his dress. He then dipped one hand to her crotch while the other went round to get a feel of her voluptuous butt.
Adam started a gentle probe of her smooth pussy. His hand felt slightly moist and sticky with her juices. In next to no time Adam had his rod erect and he was pressing it between her sleek thighs.
Judy eased herself a wee bit to grab hold of his shaft. She started stroking it gently and she, too, found a slight wetness in her fingers with his pre seminal juice.
They were still griped in a tight hold both standing and feeling each other’s throbbing organs. Judy, unconsciously spread her thighs and let Adam have better access to her wet pussy. Adam went down on his knees and kissed her inviting pussy and then dipped his tongue into her slit.
Judy moaned softly, grabbed his head from behind and pressed it hard against her clit. “Oh, Ooohh, yes, yes, deeper please feel it inside, Clint, don’t make me beg you for it.” She hissed biting her own lips ecstatically.
By now Adam was feeling a steady flow of juice from her clit, part of it he licked delightfully while another part dripped down along her thighs.
Adam withdrew his head for a breather and Judy grabbed that opportunity to lift Adam up and switch positions. She was now on her knees between his legs, jerking his erect prick ever so gently with her hands and then she started licking his shaft along till she had his knob in her mouth. She gave him a delightful lick and suck.
With his mouth still on his erect prick, Judy eased Adam very slowly on to the bed. She then got on top of him to ride him cowboy style.
Judy’s breasts were very full and firm, but they still dangled in his face as she rode him. His rigid cock was buried inside of her and as she bounced up and down on him he tried to capture the nipples in his mouth. Finally he became frustrated. He put his arms around her back and pulled her down so that he could suck them. She continued to rotate her hips, moaning as the duel sensations caused by his penis and his mouth brought her closer and closer to the moment of climax.
And then she was there….
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Judy was energetic, inventive and totally free of inhibitions in bed. It was one of the most satisfying nights of sex he’d ever experienced. She was so good she seemed almost….professional.
“What’s wrong, Clint?” she asked, later.
“You’re very good,” he said, after a pause.
“So are you.”
“No,” he said, “I mean you’re very good.”
She turned her head on the pillow so that she was looking at him. Her hair was matted to her head by perspiration.
“Oh,: she said. “ I see. You want to know if I do this for a living.”
“Actually,” he said, “I don’t want to know. What you should know is that I don’t pay for sex.”
“All right.”
“What do you mean, ‘all right’?” he asked.
“I mean all right, you don’t pay for sex. Did I say I expected to be paid?”
“Well…no.”
After a moment he asked. “Does that mean you do or you don’t?”
“Do or don’t what?”
“Do this for a living?”
“I thought you said you didn’t want to know.”
He regarded her for a moment, then turned his whole body to face her and said. “Never let it be said that I wasn’t a man of my word.”
He pulled her to him and kissed her. They were both still damp from their first session of lovemaking. Her flesh stuck to his as they kissed, and when he moved away from her it was almost as if they peeled apart.
Adam bent his head to her firm breasts and sucked first one nipple, then the other. She moaned and cupped his head in her hands. Exerting pressure, she guided his head down further, over her belly, until his face was nestled between her legs. His tongue delved into her and moved over her in long, languid strokes as he enjoyed the taste of her.
“Ooohh, yes Clint, yes, that’s it, right there, that’s the place….” She said, encouraging him. When his tongue centered on her clit her hips jumped and she released his head and gathered the bed sheet into her hands, twisting it as he continued to suck her.
“Og, God!” she moaned, as his tongue began to lash out at her. Flicking over her, bringing her closer and closer to climax, again.
“Op,” she pleaded, groping for him, “up, please, I need you in me….”
He mounted her then and thrust into her, and she exploded beneath him, writhing as if she were trying to get out from under him, and at the same time closer to him….
He watched her dress.
“You didn’t ask me to stay the night,” she said when she finished. There was no hint of reproach in her tone. It was just a statement.
“Then I wouldn’t have gotten to watch you dress.” He said.
“You could have watched me in the morning.” She told him.
“In the morning Tina would be here, and I would have left before you.”
She smiled and said, “I almost believe you.”
She leaned over the bed and kissed him, a lingering yet somewhat chaste kiss.
As she started for the door he said “Hey?”
“What?”
“Why weren’t you expecting me to pay you?”
“I could say that I’m not a pro,” she said, “But the truth of the matter is that either way I am being compensated handsomely.
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Judy Garret the voluptuous PI hired as a personal aid by millionaire playboy and movie idol, Clint Adam to handle his security work, more as a personal body guard for him and his four year old little daughter, Tina, was seated under a poolside umbrella with Tina and the housekeeper, Jean a short and plumb elderly lady of Mexican origin.
Judy was reading a story from a book to the little girl while the housekeeper listened to her very attentively. After she had finished the story Judy closed the book as the little girl ran off to play in the garden. She turned to Jean and spoke to her. She wanted to gather more information about the dangers that threatened the life of the little girl.
She got about getting the information she needed in a very subtle and diplomatic way from the amiable housekeeper.
“How long have you worked for Adam, Jean?” she asked.
“For two and a half years, Ma’am. I came just after the divorce from the wife.” The way she pronounced the word wife indicated a certain degree of disapproval. It wasn’t hard to imagine where the housekeeper’s sympathy lay, so Judy didn’t bother to ask. But she was curious about Adam and decided Jean was probably a pretty reliable source of information.
“How is Adam to work for, anyway? Is he a good boss?”
“Mr. Adam, he is a very nice man, though plenty of young women speak of him as a bad boy, you know what I mean? And I don’t have to tell you how handsome he is, any woman can see this for herself.”
Judy nodded. “All the more reason that he should be careful with women, his cavalier ways toward women, could certainly lead him to deep shit, pardon me for saying it, Jean.” She said.
“I’m not sure all what you are saying, ma’am. The boss is a very important man, this is true. But to me he is always very good. I think the one you see in the movies and the one in the house, they are not the same man.”
Judy was sure the housekeeper was sincere, but it seemed to her that their perspective might be very different. In fact during her short acquaintance with Adam, she was struck by how intercongiable his charm and the movie character’s charm had seemed.
“Maybe,” she said not wishing to comment further.
“If you want to know what I think,” Jean said, “since the wife, she left, I think Mr. Adam has too many lady friends, he is afraid of the women….not afraid on the outside, like a man and his enemies, but afraid on the inside, like a child and his pain.”
Judy studied Jean, surprised by the profundity of her thought. “You mean he really loved his wife? Is that what you are saying?”
“No, the opposite of this. He is afraid what might happen again.” Jean put her finger beside her temple so as to emphasize her own wisdom. “Now I will go maybe you would like to change to be even more beautiful for dinner.”
With that, she gathered the little girl in her arms and left Judy standing with her mouth open gazing at the departing woman.
Judy didn’t feel like taking a dip in the pool, instead she climbed into the giant whirlpool bath for a leisurely soak. Her mother’s rented house had only a shower and the tub was tiny, so it had been aeons since she’d had a proper bath.
Later, as she dried herself, she glimpsed her body in the mirrored closet door. She thought about Jean’s remark about Adam. Though Judy had spent an erotic first night with Adam, she had a lot to learn about the man.
Who was the man, really? Someone different than who she thought he was? And could what Jean have said be true? That underneath he’d been hurt and was gun-shy about women? It certainly wouldn’t be the first time that happened.
Even more confounding was why she seemed to care so much, just after a one night stand. Judy had never been head over heels in love, even as a teenager. Her mother’s romantic obsession had been more than enough for one household.
Wanting to avoid her mother’s mistake, she’d always kept somewhat aloof when it came to boys. Not that she had a philosophical aversion to men; she’d had a pretty normal life in college, with dates and boyfriends. But since her graduation she hadn’t been out much….at least not to a place where ‘the action’ was, as a friend of hers called it.
He line of criminal investigation didn’t actually support itself to meeting eligible men, so her romantic life had been pretty nonexistent for quite some time.
There had been one exception a couple of months after Judy had gone to work for a client. She’d been assigned to an investigation for a young lawyer. She couldn’t recollect his name now. He soon showed more interest in her th
an in the case, and she had gone out with him.
They had dated for a couple of months after the case was over, but like so many of the young bachelors around, the lawyer defined relationship by seasons. It soon fizzled out.
If men insisted on treating sex like food….something you needed whether you liked the flavor or not….Judy wouldn’t bother to play the game. But now, if she could put this curious fascination she was starting to feel for Adam into perspective, she might actually be able to enjoy her turn of luck.
With all these thoughts troubling her mind Judy unconsciously walked towards the pool and once again planted herself under the umbrella.
While she waited alone, there by the poolside contemplating what her future would be in the service of Clint Adam in his palatial house, she saw Clint Adam and his daughter, Tina making their way toward her. Tina was once again carrying another story book in her hands.
“You seem to be in a very pensive mood?” Clint Adam said as they took their seats beside her.
“Oh, I just had a little time to relax before dinner, so I thought of spending it by the pool.” She informed him.
Clint’s daughter, Tina was quick enough to climb into Judy’s lap and said. “Judy, will you read me another story, please.”
“Of course honey,” she said taking the book that Tina offered to her.
Judy was reading and relating the story she’d been reading to Tina. Adam sat back and listened to the conversation, trying to discern what was going on in Judy’s head.
Judy was dwelling on the details of family life depicted in the story. Tina then called over her shoulder to her father. “Pappa, guess what? Judy didn’t have a papa when she was little because he was mean.”
Oh?” He looked up at Judy.
“I told her my life story,” she explained, almost self-consciously. “Just a summary.”
“I see.” He continued to watch her as he considered his daughter’s comment. Whatever Judy had told the girl, its in depth meaning hadn’t been lost in translation. He wondered if there was something there that he’d missed.
