After graduating from the University of Oxford, Howard emigrated to New York. His Master of Business Administration helped him secure consulting work at a prestigious firm. The long hours and demanding clients were offset by a high salary and generous bonuses.
Although earning a high income, Howard opted for frugal living. He shared an apartment with a widow who paid a third of the rent but made up for the shortfall by cooking for them and cleaning the apartment. That living arrangement suited Howard because he didn’t have the time or temperament for chores.
The demands from clients mounted, enabling him to arrive home most evenings after nine pm. But Howard didn’t have the courage to say, no. He bottled up negative emotions and released them on Sunday afternoons by strolling through Central Park. That was the closest he got to nature, and he loved being surrounded by trees and taking his shoes off to walk on the grass.
A book and a pillow accompanied him. The pillow pressed against a tree as Howard curled his toes and strands poked in between his toes as he rubbed his soles on the grass while soaking up philosophy by Socrates and Aristotle.
He put the book down every forty minutes or so to take a break and admire the people around him. His affinity for young, beautiful women prolonged his stare at a lady who leaned in and smiled as she conversed with her friends. Her femininity radiated, invigorating Howard and prompting him to smile. He could admire such women the whole day and not be bored for a second.
Excessive studying during high school and university limited his interactions with other students, particularly women. His lack of experience in interacting with them made him anxious just thinking about approaching a woman. He feared not knowing what to say, embarrassing himself and bothering them. To avoid exposure to such situations, Howard kept to himself.
He enjoyed interacting with his female clients and other women he encountered throughout the week, but his insecurity always reminded him to monitor the length of his conversations with them. His fear of being a nuisance to women prevented him from revealing enough of his personality for them to get to know him and take an interest in him.
At age forty, Howard had spent the last fifteen years working arduously to please his clients and bosses. Work had preoccupied almost his entire week, allowing him to finish on Sunday mornings and then use the afternoon as an outlet in Central Park before repeating the entire process from Monday.
He saw no other alternative than to keep going, as helping his clients satisfied him and the large income provided him with security. Although having accumulated a healthy savings account, Howard yearned for more money. Growing up with a single mother who fended for both of them on minimum wage made him insecure about finances and worried that he would end up destitute.
His saving grace was a bursary to Oxford after obtaining eight distinctions in high school.
Throughout the next decade, Howard maintained his work momentum despite his passion for it dwindling. Although he enjoyed adding value to his clients’ organisations, he felt he had missed out on his dream life—living in nature and building a family.
At age fifty, Howard resigned, feeling financially secure and the urge to pursue the years he had missed.
In Lake Tahoe, he bought a magnificent cabin with three bedrooms, a fireplace and a jacuzzi in the master bedroom. He furnished the lounge with dark brown leather couches, paintings of nature and shelved his books in the corner behind the red button, leather armchair.
He enjoyed waking up at five am and taking a walk through the forest to reach the lake. His lips curled as his gaze panned right to left, absorbing the picturesque scenery of the alpine lake.
To ensure he didn’t dip into his savings, Howard provided remote part-time consulting. He spent a maximum of five hours a day with clients, only Monday to Wednesday. The rest of the week was reserved for absorbing nature.
Once a week, he went into town to buy groceries. He also used that opportunity to speak to the locals about a domestic servant. The small community consisted of laid-back residents not wanting to overburden themselves with work, leaving Howard to look for a new worker frequently. The longest a lady worked for him was a month, visiting his home only twice a week.
While eating at a restaurant in winter, Howard noticed a young lady talking to the manager. As she slumped her shoulders, he noticed her disappointment. The manager’s hands hooked onto his waist as he watched her walk out of the restaurant.
Howard walked out of the restaurant and drove across the road to fill up with gas. He noticed the young lady inside the store, talking to the cashier. She nodded and then walked out.
“Excuse me,” he said to her as she walked past the pump.
She looked at him. “Yes?”
“I saw you in the restaurant talking to the manager. Maybe I’m way off, but it seems like you were looking for work.”
“I was, actually.”
“They couldn’t offer you anything?”
“No. The gentleman said that their business declines in winter.”
Howard loved that she referred to the managers as a gentleman. He saw that her mother had raised her well.
“What’s your name?”
“Becky.”
He smiled and extended his hand. “Howard. It’s nice to meet you.” He looked in her green eyes, complementing her blonde bob hairstyle and strands covering her forehead. “I can offer you cleaning work. I’ve got a cabin by the lake,” he added.
Becky’s eyes broadened at the prospect. “Sounds good.”
“Great. I can offer twenty dollars an hour.”
A smile appeared on her face. That was more money than she had ever earned. She nodded.
“Maybe it’s best I take you there, and you can see if it’s something you’d be interested in.”
The twenty dollars an hour had already hooked her, She hadn’t picked up any creepy vibes from Howard, but an elegant cabin would soothe any potential anxiety.
As she walked into the cabin, her lips parted, the bottom one lowering as her eyes wandered from one room to the next. She had never been inside such a home.
“It’s stunning,” she said.
“Thank you,” said Howard, standing in the door frame. He felt that she would stay, so he closed the door.
Standing in the kitchen, Howard asked, “What can I get you to drink?”
“Tea would be lovely.”
They sat in the lounge, and Howard gave her a brief overview of his background so that she knew something about him to feel comfortable. She told him about growing up in poverty after her father died when she was five. Her mother struggled to make ends meet, forcing Becky to look for a job in her early teens.
“How old are you, by the way?” asked Howard.
“I’m twenty. I’ve been working for the last six years.”
“Part-time while you went to school?”
“I didn’t attend high school. Had to work.” Her cheeks flushed as she flashed a quick smile. That was her way of alleviating the embarrassment of being uneducated.
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”
She looked down, tucked her head in between her shoulders and smiled. “Thank you.”
Howard loved her manners, smile and innocence. Everything about her exuded feminine energy, and he wanted to bask in it.
“I’ll give you thirty dollars an hour if you cook and clean,” said Howard.
Her eyes widened, and her lips curled. “That would be wonderful.”
He smiled, feeling relieved that she had accepted his offer. Howard felt she was worth even more and would increase her pay if she proved herself.
She did just that by arriving to work on time, keeping the cabin in pristine condition and cooking him meals more delicious than at any of the restaurants he was a patron.
They ate together, and Howard revealed more about his past as they got acquainted. Being her boss granted him a certain degree of confidence to talk at length with her, but he was careful not to overstep his self-imposed boundaries too much.
Becky revealed the hardship she faced growing up without a father, and she praised her mother for doing the best she could. He noticed the sadness in her eyes as she spoke about missing her father and not having a father figure.
As they became more acquainted, Howard taught Becky how to use a computer and manage her money. He showed her the stocks that had yielded him great returns and guided her throughout the investing process. Howard also gave her his books and helped her enrol online for a business course, which he paid.
He gave her a ride back home every day until he felt comfortable to offer her accommodation at his cabin. She gladly accepted.
“Would you give me a massage for fifty dollars?” asked Howard. She looked at him for a few seconds, and he added, “I was going to go into town to have one, but I thought you might want the money instead. If you’re uncomfortable, no worries. I’ll go to a parlour.”
“No, it’s not a problem, really. I’ll do it.”
He lay on the bed. She bent over him, standing beside the bed as her hands glided over his chest and stomach. She squeezed his shoulders and slid her hands down his arms, gently pressing her fingers into them.
Becky shifted to the front of the bed and rubbed his legs, also poking her fingers. He murmured, enjoying her touch.
She raised her chin slightly, and her gaze projected under her eyebrows. “You okay? Did I press too hard?” she asked.
“No, it’s fine. You’re doing a great job.”
“Oh, okay. I’m glad.” She smiled.
He raised his head off the pillow and smiled at her.
As she rubbed his thighs, she accidentally brushed his dick with her hand. “Sorry about that, Howard.”
“No problem at all.”
The slight brush, coupled with her soft hands, made him hard. She glanced at his dick and noticed his girth, and her left eyebrow raised. Becky was impressed with his size.
Knowing he didn’t have a problem with her touching his dick, she rubbed his other leg and “accidentally” brushed her hand against his dick again. But this time without an apology.
She watched his dick rise.
Seeing he enjoyed her touch, she grabbed his dick over his jocks and stroked it. Howard’s body stiffened up. He was uncertain of how to react. She carried on as he didn’t object, and his fully erect dick made her want to touch it.
Howard swallowed and abruptly said, “Why don’t you whip it out?” The question surprised him, as he didn’t know he had the courage to be so bold. But the overwhelming passion burning inside his heart subjugated his insecurity.
She pulled his jocks down and admired his dick as she stroked it. He closed his eyes and murmured.
After stroking it for some time, Becky pressed her lips on the head of his dick. Her eyes raised just over his dick as she looked at him. It was evident to her that he enjoyed himself.
Her lips wrapped around his dick, and she bobbed her head, her lips sliding down and up his dick. She rubbed his balls and licked his tip.
“Sit on it,” he said.
She pulled down her panties and sat on his dick, her hands pressing his chest. He grabbed her waist, raising her slightly. She bounced on his dick, with a vein protruding from her forehead as the penetration intensified.
Becky got off him, and he got behind her on his knees. He pushed his dick inside her and grabbed her shoulders. She bowed her head as he aggressively banged her, smacking her ass.
“Who’s your daddy?” he asked.
“You are.”
Besides getting caught up in the role play, Becky viewed Howard as a father figure. He taught her things nobody else did and helped her in a way no one had.
“Have you been naughty? Must daddy spank this ass?”
“Yes, spank me, daddy.”
He gladly obliged.
After giving it to her doggy style for several minutes, Howard got off the bed and stood in front of it. Becky leapt onto him, wrapping her legs and arms around him. He grabbed her legs and lowered her bum onto his dick. She jumped on it, screaming intermittently.
He kept his eyes on her, seeing her face flush and the vein on her forehead protruding.
Howard couldn’t take it anymore. He busted a load inside her but still remained hard. He continued banging her, not being able to get enough of her. After ejaculating twice more, they cuddled and then fell asleep.
Several months later, Becky fell pregnant. They had twins, a boy and a girl.
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