Taking a deep breath of the ocean air made me feel wonderful. I turned around then to look at the large open glass doors which led into the sun room of our mansion. The white drapes flowed with the blowing of the ocean breeze and looked like they belonged in a dream. Looking deeper into the house the white and gray marble tiles and enormous marble pillars were very impressive even though I saw them every day.
Walking inside I felt the breeze on my neck, and I could smell freshly baked bread. Much like the rest of my life, that was something that I never quite felt comfortable with. On the table in the sunroom was some freshly baked bread some fruit and a Mimosa. Ah the breakfast of Billionaires, I thought to myself. Before I could pick it up, our house Butler grabbed it and began walking in front of me. I think he did this because he derived joy from seeing me fight with him when I didn’t want to be waited on.
“Now Jordan, we are not going to have to do this every day.”
“Ma’am?”
“You know I do not want you carrying that for me.”
“Yes ma’am, but it is my privilege.”
“Very well Jordan, I know it is not true, but if you must, you must.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Jordan and I walked together down to the seaside, I often took his arm as I walked, it made me feel comfortable. We talked a little about his family and he talked to me about mine and when we arrived at the large table by the sea, he placed it down.
“Is there to be anything else, Ma’am?”
“Where is Step, Jordan?”
“He is getting ready now, he has a meeting in Miami this afternoon.”
“Is he planning to go for long?”
“No Ma’am, he will be back later tonight.”
“Wonderful.”
“Please let me know if you require anything else.”
“Thank you Jordan I will.”
Jordan took his leave and left me with the breathtaking view of the ocean. It was morning so no one was here it was just me and the ocean. Well, no one but the entire staff. Thankfully they were in the house.
I began to think of Step and how hard he worked to continually keep up with this extravagant life. He was such an amazing man, no matter what happened he continued to soldier on. He had taught me so many things about life, love and everything in-between. I wish there were some way I could pay him back. Just then I heard Step say my name.
“Ah, sweet Debbie, there you are.”
“Hi Step how are you.”
I jumped up out of my seat and ran over to greet him with my usual big hug, he picked me up and swung me around as he always did. He was always so strong. I kissed him on the cheek and then he put me down. I could smell his Cologne it permeated deep into my mind. It was a smell that I equated with Step, he always wore that cologne, and I loved it.
“I am great dear, you know I have to go to Miami today.”
“Yes Step, Jordan had told me.”
“I hope you are not mad.”
“Of course not step, but maybe when you get back, we can spend some time together.”
“Well, I may not be back until late, will you wait up for me?”
“Of course Step, you know me, I always wait for you.”
“And I hope you always will my darling. For now I am off.”
“Bye Step, safe travels.”
“Bye, Darling.”
I watched Step walk away and began to think about him and how he was always willing to help me; I had never given him a problem he could not solve. He was always willing and able to help me through some of the tough times in my life, boyfriend breakups, bad marks in school, trouble with friends. It did not matter the issue or the scale; he was always helping me out.
Then the thoughts became strange, it was hard to ignore how good looking Step was. His perfectly groomed hair, his sculpted features, his strong muscular frame. He was also always so well dressed, he only wore the finest of suits. They were custom made of the finest silks, never had I known a man that was better dressed then my Step.
Lately, I found myself feeling aroused by him. I wanted to touch him; I wanted more then I should want from him. I knew it wasn’t right, and it did not make me feel great, but I wanted to feel his touch on my skin, I wanted to feel his body on mine, naked. I wanted the feel of his tender lips on mine, but most of all I wanted to feel him inside of me.
I quickly tried to wipe those feelings from my mind they seemed so very wrong. I was probably just horny, you may not believe it, but I had a pretty wild sexual imagination. There were very few things in my mind that I did not fantasize about and the more this thinking went on, the more I realized it was time for me to go upstairs and take care of some…personal business.
I grabbed and ate the rest of my bread and headed up the perfectly manicured lawn. Running past the wide-open back doors and rushing to get to my room. I took notice of the palatial palace that was my home; I was unsure if I had ever not been amazed by the look of this place. I looked at the immense well painted ceiling. You would not be able to tell the difference between it and some of the palaces in Europe. Holding up the beautiful ceiling was many immense marble pillars that must be thirty to forty feet high. I whisked past the pillars almost tripping as I went for the beautiful marble staircase which led to the bedrooms upstairs. It was a split staircase with the smaller rooms, if you could call them that, to the right and the larger ones to the left including mine.
I stopped looking at the ambiance of my beautiful home because my thoughts were only of touching myself, my mind raced with thoughts of Step. I went past his room and caught a whiff of his cologne, it made me quiver and sent a shot of heat through my core. It was like he was right there beside me. I recalled his large hands as they sometimes touched mine and thought about them rubbing my breasts and caressing my stomach. I wished he would touch me I wondered if that opportunity would ever arise.
I ran up to my room, threw off my clothes and shut the door, jumping on my bed. I began to think of my ultimate fantasy as I rubbed my pussy. I fantasized that I was walking by Step’s bedroom door, looking in I could see he was just stepping out of the shower. He dressed in a towel and walking over to his closet, to pick out his clothes for the day. As he turned away from me, he dropped his towel revealing is gorgeous frame and tight ass. I slowly begin to walk towards his door and hide behind it as he continued into his closet. His room is so big that it has its own dressing room, so when he was out of sight I knew he had gone in there, and I followed him. As I get to the next door, I see he is rubbing cream on his massive cock and the rest of his body.
Oh my god, OH MY GOD. I could not hold it any longer and I came. Just the fantasy is enough, I cannot begin to imagine the reality?
Sometimes after I masturbate I feel regret for the things that I think about and though this was not the first time imagined myself with Step I felt extra guilty. He was after all like a father to me and this whole thing seemed wrong. How can I think of him in this way?
On the other hand, if it was so wrong, did it feel so right? Would my body and my mind betray me? That didn’t make sense to me either. After all he was not a blood relation, I have needs and feelings, I am old enough! I walked into the shower continuing the self-righteous rant in my head until I realized that I was being crazy and had to stop. Laughing it off, I continued to shower to get ready for the day.
I was one of the lucky ones; I got to work at whatever I wanted to do because money was of no concern to me. Of course, I chose to work with children because they are truly the greatest little things in the world. I was a daycare worker and had a class of kids aged 5-10 years old, it was hard work, but it was also rewarding work. All day long I was asked very interesting questions by some very interesting little people.
One day I would have one of my own, but I needed to find the perfect man first. You hear such crazy stories in the world about things that go on, the last thing I wanted was to have a wild child or a child who is sick. I needed to have someone of the perfect stock, like St
ep. I now realized just how much I looked up to him, how much I actually needed him and truly how much I loved him.
My fantasy was not one of animalistic desire, it was one of love and caring. I wanted to be happy and I am sure the only way to do that is to be with Step. But wouldn’t it be great to have him pound my pussy?! HAHA! I had to laugh to myself, there is nothing wrong with being in love and getting fucked really hard by someone you love? So why does it feel so wrong?
I worked that day constantly thinking of Step. I needed to convince myself back to reality and stop thinking about step so I could get through the day. It was a long day, when the day was over I said goodbye to all the children and made my way to my car.
As I drove home, I allowed all those feelings come back. Thinking of Step gave me the anxious butterfly feeling. I was so excited that tonight I would get to see him again. I began to think crazy thoughts about him having his way with me. I thought about when we would hug, and I would feel his body next to mine. My focus was often on my breasts as they touched him. The thought of the flimsy negligee that I wore being the only thing between the two of us. My skin and his skin so close together.
If he would just touch me.There has to be some was for me to see if he is interested. There has to be some way that I can get him alone and ask him. It was then I hatched what I felt was the most unobtrusive way of seeing if he is in fact attracted to me.
I would have to find the perfect negligee to wear. Perhaps the white negligee, that was, for the most part, see through. The neck swooped down low, so low that if I bent over you could see all the way down to my panties. I never wore a bra when I went to bed, so when I would leave my room to see him, I usually came out in a night coat. This time I was not going to wear a night coat, this time there will be little left between Step and I, except a thin negligee and our inhibitions. I knew it was an all or nothing bet, but I was ready for the results come what may. After all, I am a woman, and he is a man. We should be able to express our love. I was both excited and scared for the night ahead.
I pulled into the driveway and parked my car. I leaped out of the car leaving it unlocked in the immense circular driveway, as I always had. I skipped through the long hallways and up the stairs to my room. I began to change into my negligee. I knew it was not time, but I had to see what it looked like. I put it on, closed all the curtains and turned off the lights. You could not make out as much as I would have liked, so maybe there was something better for me to wear. I got it! I would wear nothing except for the housecoat, but let it lazily flop open as I hugged him. If I could just do it up loosely enough, then it would fall open when I went in to hug him revealing my entire naked body. I practiced a few times and discovered that I could leave one end of the belt in the pocket and have my hand on it. As I pull my hand out of the pocket, I would undo the belt revealing all that I was willing to offer to step.
I was so excited I could hardly wait for Step to come home. The only problem was, it was only 6 pm! He was at least 3 hours from home!
It was dinner and I was famished. I went down and have Chef chef me something. We had a Chef of such high culinary expertise, that going out to a restaurant was often times a downgrade. Dinner would hopefully get my mind off of Step for a while. I called down to the kitchen and placed my order. There were very few things that we didn’t have available to eat as Step was often one to entertain. What I really loved was the steak. I ordered steak and mushrooms, baked potatoes and a chocolate lava cake for desert.
I got dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and proceeded down to the kitchen. I liked to go down there to watch the chef work. It always impressed me just how much he knew. We used to talk and regale tales of all of his travels, trials, and tribulations. He had some wonderful stories about some of the people he has cooked for both rich and poor.
Today, he told me a tale today of the time, he cooked on a luxurious train. The train was owned by a very wealthy land owner in India, he could not stand to fly so he took his train everywhere India. He was a colorful character who always found the good in everything. He spent 5 years traveling and cooking for this man in India. Until one fateful day.
The world was changing, and people were becoming more and more reluctant to wait days and sometimes weeks to meet him due to his fear of planes. He didn’t care, if they wanted his land they were going to have to wait. However, on one occasion he was going to go to Sri Lanka for an especially important land deal where he was the purchaser. To have any chance of being the winning bidder he would have to arrive quickly, the only way would be by plane. So it was decided, his first plane ride was about to take place.
He had asked for the cooks council on this impending trip as he had so often asked for his advice in the past. The chef told him, seems as though if that is what you really want that is the price of progress. Besides, I will be there with you. That gave the wealthy land owner a little bit of solace knowing his chef, confidant and friend would be joining him on the journey.
The chef had never missed a moment with the Indian Land owner in his tenure with him, but that day he grew very ill with some unknown illness. The chef cursed his misfortune in not being able to travel to an exotic land, but was unable to even get out of bed. The Indian land owner still needed to go and though he was frightened to go it alone, he had always lived by the credo; If you are scared, do it anyways. His parting words to the chef were,
No matter what happens, no matter what we choose, our destiny is laid out before us. If today is to be my last, know that I have had an abundant life which is richer for having you in it.
Later that week, the chef had received a phone call,
“Mr. Chamad?”
“Yes, this is him.”
“My name is Majumder Singh, I am a representative of Mr. Narine’s estate. I am not sure if you have heard the news, but there has been a plane crash.”
“Oh my god!”
“I guess you have not yet heard. Mr. Narine and the 180 passengers were all lost.”
When the chef heard the news, he immediately broke down and felt tremendous feelings of guilt for encouraging the landowner to go. The lawyer continued.
These are always unfortunate circumstances and I am greatly sorry for your loss. However, my call is to let you know that he has left you some things in his will that you may be interested in. I cannot discuss them over the phone, but if you come to my office, I can read you his will entirely.”
The chef did not want anything, what he wanted was his friend back, but he went down to the lawyers office in the hopes that there were some words of wisdom from his late friend. What he found out was the chef had left him an enormous amount of money and this note:
May your days be blessed with all that money can never buy and if that doesn’t work, may buy the things that money can.
When the chef received the note he broke down again, he would never forget his friend, and until the end of time he would always remember the importance of poverty and friendship.
It was stories like these that I came down for, the chef’s mind was impressive as was his understanding and perspective of humanity. After hearing the story, it left a big question in my mind.
“Chef? Can I ask you a personal question?”
“Of course.”
“What happened to all that money?”
“The question is not what happened to all that money, the question is why that is important to you?”
His answer left me pondering my motivations in life. Was I concerned with the money? I had never really been, but was that because I was so rich? I wonder how I would feel about money if I was poor?
Then I looked at the chef. Does a man have to be poor or in need of money to have a job? Maybe our Chef was rich and he just loved cooking that much. Does that even make sense? I guess it could. I truly enjoyed these conversations.
Moments later he placed the steak meal in front of me, I sat at the bar and ate as the Chef continued to talk to me. I had not noticed how much time h
ad passed, only that the Chef was again cooking a meal. Looking down at my watch I saw it was almost 8:45! Oh no! Step would be here soon and here I was in the wrong outfit.
“Thanks, Chef, for the talk and for the excellent food.”
“Always a pleasure Madame.”
I quickly scurried out of the kitchen down the long hallway, past the pillars and up the long staircase. Then I ran down that hallway and made my way into my room. My heart was pounding from the running but more from the excitement of the potential act I was about to commit. I leaped onto my bed with excitement and started to giggle to myself. Flopping around on the bed, I forced all of my clothes off, put on the night coat and waited for Step to come upstairs.
He was always on time, you could have set your watch to his schedule. So, while sitting in my housecoat, I waited. It took what seemed like hours for Step to get home. However, looking at the clock on my phone he was right on time. I heard him come through the door, my heart began to beat again. The clicking of his shoes could be heard throughout the great mansion and my heart beat more. A smile grew across my face as I went through the scenario in my mind. Wait a minute, I hear another set of footsteps and a woman’s voice! That scoundrel! He brought home another woman?! I know my mother and him have not been together a great time and I have seen him bring women back before, but this was supposed to be our time! I am ready, I want Step!
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