Lilly what can I say about Lilly? I had never seen such a pretty, innocent looking, over the top young woman. Her face was like an angel but she cursed like a sailor. I knew somethings about her husband Randall Seaborne. Everyone knew about him except his wife, and from what he hired me to do, she wouldn’t find out about him none too soon.
When he states that I’m to be her shadow and go with her everywhere, I didn’t know she would be that beautiful, that young, with a large Afro style curly hair, wide deep brown eyes, the kind that can look through you, and full lips, the kind that you just want to fit your cock in, and that shape, if she wasn’t married, what I would do with her. I thought I had died and gone to heaven just looking at those full lips. I can only gaze on her and dream.
If nothing else, I want to keep the job to look at her. A man can appreciate youth and beauty: her skin, dark brown, soft, and smooth.
Lilly has the most stunning large perky breasts, and a tiny waist, wide hips, and when she walks away from me to jog, I have never seen a butt like that. I wanted to fuck her from behind just to feel my dick between those perfect brown ass cheeks.
I began wearing my dark glasses just so she couldn’t see my eyes. They would give me away. Controlling my expressions and thinking would prove difficult, but I had to, because everyone including her husband would see my cock rising in my pants every time she was around me.
Her breasts, just like I like them, hard and untouched. I’m drooling and she thinks I don’t like her or find something distasteful about a woman marrying an older man. I see it in her face, but on the contrary, I know why he married her, and she probably found out too late about him, if she discovered that at all. I have a job to do, and I can’t go around eyeing and wishing I could fuck the boss’s wife.
She honestly thought that he was in love with her, but Randall Seaborne doesn’t love that way, he loves money, power, and control.
When Lilly said that her husband didn’t fuck her, at first I thought she was kidding, but then I should have known. When does Randall have the time to be with her? He’s busy engaging in his sexual cravings, which cover a wide range of things? When he’s working? He’s consumed with making money.
If you aren’t fucking your wife, and treating her less than a possession, then he has time for all other things he thinks are more important than Lilly.
She caught me off guard with her off colored remarks about fucking her. I would love nothing better than to take her and make love to her. But I think she’s just kidding around because she has nothing better to do, and she’s young with nothing to do. I think she’s trying to shock me because of her frustrations at not getting Randall’s attention.
It’s not my job to come in-between a husband and wife, I say to myself.
I drove her where she wanted to go, and I found that I enjoyed her antics, but I couldn’t go along with her because she could be testing me. I don’t know how close she is to Randall. She could be using me to make him jealous. But if she continues with her fuck me, fuck me, I will take her up on her word, and if she’s playing around with me and being childish then she will have a surprise waiting for her. And that will stop her once and for all. She needs to learn that you can’t tempt a man with her foul-mouth talk because some men will take her up on it.
I parked underground and Lilly and I entered the department store from the bottom level. We took the escalator to the dress and shoe department. I suggested the elevator, but she said that she was tired of being confined.
I sat patiently waiting outside in the seating area for her. She came out dressed in the most expensive dresses. She walks in front of me, she looks beautiful, showing off a yellow dress, twirling around and raising it so I can see that she’s wearing a thong underneath, and asking, “What do you think?”
All I can do is glare at her, smile and shake my head because she knows she is tempting me, and there is only so much a man can stand. That yellow dress with those long brown legs, and thinking about that thong covering her butt made my dick hard. When I saw her cheeks with that piece of lace down the middle of her behind, I had to excuse myself and go to the men’s room.
On my return the sales person said, “Mr. Seaborne, you must love your wife to spend that much money on her, and you’re so patient. Not many men would sit around this long waiting for her to try on that many things.” They thought we were a couple and we probably would have been in a different time and place. In truth, I wanted to buy her a gift but I couldn’t afford what Seaborne could give her.