After Dad Left Chapter 7, part 2 of 2

After Dad Left
Chapter 7, part 2 of 2

She walked away, and I put the three checks in the inside pocket of my coat. By three o’clock, most everyone had filed out, so I returned to my floor to get my briefcase and go home. I arrived home a little after four, undressed, and showered. As I returned to the small living area, there was no doubt that I needed a new place. Living rent-free was nice, but it was a tiny apartment.

Robin Woods called me Saturday morning at about ten o’clock and further explained the party. The dress code was casual, but as Robin said, many guests were in the financial business. So, more often than not, women wore dresses, and men wore suits. We agreed I would pick her up at her condo at six-thirty that evening. I spent the rest of the afternoon online, looking at different parts of Dallas and the real estate options they presented. I looked at some lovely homes, but everything that appealed to me was over five hundred thousand.

I showered at five o’clock and dressed in a black suit, white shirt, and red tie. I arrived at Robin’s condo at about six twenty in the evening. I knocked on her door, and she answered immediately. She was ready to go. She grabbed her small clutch, locked the door, and followed me to my car. I went to the passenger side and opened the door for her, which surprised her.

“Wow, I didn’t think guys did that anymore,” she giggled as I closed the door.

I walked around, got in, fastened the seat belt, and pulled off. Robin explained that the easy way to go was to access the freeway and drive to North Dallas. I did as she asked and got on the interstate quickly.

“This is a nice car. I bet Mr. Jameson was pissed when he found out she gave it to you,” Robin said.

“I’m sure he was. It’s not every day someone gives you a sixty-seven-thousand-dollar vehicle,” I laughed.

Robin told me which exit to take, and around seven twenty that evening, we pulled up to the house. Thankfully, there was an open spot in the driveway, and Robin told me to park behind her father’s Mercedes Benz, which I did. I opened the door for Robin, extending my hand and helping her out of the vehicle. She looked beautiful in her red, spaghetti-strapped dress, which came to mid-thigh. She had a matching red shawl that came with it as well. She wore red spike heel shoes, which made her almost five foot eleven. I followed her to the side of the house, where we went through a side door and entered a vast kitchen. Several women were in the kitchen preparing different foods. An attractive older woman turned and saw us, her face lighting up.

“Hey baby, how are you.” she hugged Robin tightly.

She released Robin and stepped around her, extending her hand in my direction. I smiled and shook her small, soft hand.

She advised, “Mom, this is Tim Williams. He works with me at the firm. Tim, this is my mom, Beverly Woods.”

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Woods. Thank you for having me,” I stated.

“Whoa, Robin, manners and looks. Hold on to this one.” Beverly laughed.

Robin grabbed my hand and led me through the large living room to a set of doors leading to the backyard. We quickly crossed the yard to two men engaged in a conversation. Since one was quite a bit older, I assumed that was Robin’s father. I was right.

He hugged Robin, then softly kissed her cheek. He admired how great she looked and then turned to me. Robin gave me a similar introduction as she did with her mother. Stan Woods shook my hand with a firm handshake.

“Son, you look mighty young to be a lawyer,” he chuckled.

“I’m not a lawyer, sir. I’m a certified public accountant and run the financial floor of the firm,” I said calmly.

“Son, no offense, but how old are you?” he asked.

“I’ll be twenty-five in a few months,” I replied.

“Dad, he skipped a few grades in school and then went to the University of Texas. He has a bachelor’s degree in accounting, a master’s degree in accounting, he’s a certified public accountant and just recently finished half a dozen law classes,” Robin advised.

“That’s impressive for someone only twenty-four years old,” he remarked.

“Thank you, sir,” I answered.

Robin walked me around the yard, introducing me to different family members and business associates of her dad. Every male in the rear yard couldn’t take their eyes off Robin; she was that beautiful. Somehow, I made it back around to Stan Woods, where Robin left me to help her mother.

During the half-hour conversation that ensued, I found out Stan Woods was the President of The First Bank and Trust of Dallas. He had been very successful and was at the peak of his success. He would ask me several financial questions, but there was no doubt he already knew the answers and was testing me. We spoke for quite a while; he was extremely well-versed in money and straightforward to talk to.

About thirty minutes later, another beautiful blonde lady approached me with Beverly Woods in tow.

Beverly introduced us, “Tim, this is my younger daughter Michelle. Michelle, this is Tim Williams. He came with Robin.”

“Hi Tim, how do you know, Robin?” Michelle asked.

“We work together at Butler, Land, and Reyes,” I replied quickly.

“I’m sorry to hear that,’ Michelle giggled.

“Michelle, please stop.” Beverly quickly chimed in.

“Yep, I know. No bashing the princess.” Michelle laughed, walking away.

I’m unsure who the better-looking sister was, Robin or Michelle. They both had incredible bodies, beautiful faces, and beautiful hair. Robin’s was jet black, while Michelle’s was honey blonde. Michelle's comment made it apparent there may have been a little sisterly tension between them.

The party went well, and I enjoyed meeting Stan and Beverly Woods; they seemed like friendly people. I dropped Robin off at home and declined an invitation to spend more time with her that night. She seemed hurt by my response, but for now, I thought it was best. I arrived home at about one o’clock that morning. As I was ready to lie down, I remembered that I had not opened my bonus check. I reached inside my suit jacket and pulled out the envelopes.

The first was my payroll check, which was more significant than usual. I quickly scanned it and realized that I had been given a raise in salary to thirty-five hundred a week. I was now making over one hundred eighty thousand dollars a year. The following two checks I opened were bonus checks. One was from Butler, Land, and Reyes in the amount of fifty-seven thousand dollars. The second was written on a joint account belonging to Richard Butler, Jeremy Land, and Carlos Reyes for twenty-five thousand dollars.

At the beginning of the week, I deposited another eighty-two thousand dollars in my savings accounts, bringing me up to one hundred ninety-eight thousand dollars in my savings account. I would put the increase in my salary in my regular checking account and build that up.

We started right after the New Year’s holidays full tilt at work. The first few weeks were hectic finalizing the new system, but by February, we were rolling. Stacy was on top of the credit cards and expenses and had already questioned four expenses in January, which had no receipts. The employees were upset that they had to pay the charges, but we were clear in our interoffice memo about the new system. It was at the end of February when I was given two more divorce cases to access. Bella and I worked on those for several weeks but found nothing unusual. I was working late one Friday evening in the conference room when Belinda walked in. She walked across the room and leaned against the table I was working on facing me.

“I’m horny as fuck, Tim,” she whispered.

“Are you now?” I asked, running my hand up her skirt.

I eased one finger around the crotch of her panties to find her very wet. I softly stroked her hard clit back and forth, causing her to shudder from pleasure. She quickly pulled my hand from her skirt and asked me to follow her to her apartment. We left immediately; she had already gotten home when I knocked on the door. She opened the door in a t-shirt and panties, pulling me in quickly.

I followed her to the bedroom, where I undressed and laid my clothes over the chair. I climbed into the bed and immediately pulled her panties off and buried my face in her wet pussy. My tongue found her erect clit, and I began to give it the attention it deserved.

“Eat that pussy, baby, tongue that clit,” Belinda squealed, grabbing my head with both hands.

I began to softly suck on her clit and then flick it several times with my tongue. I could tell I was driving her wild from the juices that were pouring out of her. I finally took her clit and sucked on it as hard as I could. She lost control instantly, holding onto my head tightly.

‘Fuck, I’m Cumming, she wailed, violently shaking beneath me.

I continued to lick the orgasm from inside of her as she softly ran her fingers through my hair, moaning her approval. She called for me to move up the bed, which I did. She pressed her lips to mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth. She was tasting her orgasm from my mouth and loving it.

After several minutes of passionate kissing, she quickly moved on top of me, straddling my thighs. She lifted to her knees and grabbed my hard dick, and pressed it against her soaked opening. She lowered herself down quickly on me and began to rock back and forth on me.

“Mother fuck, this feels so good,” she sighed, looking down into my eyes.

“So you’re admitting you like hard dick?” I laughed.

“No, I just like your hard dick. I still love to eat pussy,” she giggled.

“Admit it, you love fucking me.” I quickly came back.

“Yes, I do,” she replied, grinding her clit against me.

She put both hands on my chest for balance and began to ride my hard dick as fast as she could furiously. I held her hips with both hands for support as she reached down and began to rub her clit violently. In less than thirty seconds, she leaned back and exploded in a mind-numbing orgasm that shook her entire body for several seconds. She finally collapsed on the bed next to me, breathing heavily.

“Fuck, you make me cum so fucking hard. Lately, I’m wondering if I’m still a lesbian,” she panted.

She was there for several minutes, regaining her senses as I softly stroked her back. She finally lifted her body and kissed me passionately again, her tongue inside my mouth. She kissed me for several minutes, then moved down my body until my erect shaft was in her warm mouth. She licked and kissed my cock softly, all the while stroking it gently up and down. She swirled her tongue around the head, looking directly into my eyes.

“Ever taste your cum?” she asked seductively.

“Uh, no,” I replied.

“Never. Would you like to?” she asked, her eyes sparkling.

She took me deep into her mouth and began to move her lips up and down on me. I could feel her tongue swirling around the shaft as her mouth sucked on me gently. Several seconds later, I exploded in Belinda’s mouth with such a load that it was spilling from her mouth and running down my cock, covering my balls. She finished me off, then moved up my body quickly. I knew exactly what she was going to do. She leaned in and pressed her lips to mine, forcing her cum covered tongue into my mouth. She opened her mouth widely and shared what she had left of my orgasm in her mouth. We kissed for several minutes before she pulled her lips away and opened her eyes.

“Let’s shower; I’m not done yet,” she giggled, jumping up.


To be continued