Sexcapades Chapter 2

Chapter 2

she was beautiful. tall, which for me was another bonus wild curls that she kept in a high burn, and glowing mahogany skin. I could just think all day about her thick thighs, wide birthing hips, and juicy a*s. Sam was a full women, even her waist which pulled tightly from her hips was still soft. I just wanted to run my hands all over her when I watched her move.

the only thing was that she just so damn shy and scared. she was great in business situations but socially shielded and hide constantly. it annoyed me because I couldn't even take her to formal dinners because she would freak out as soon as she was out of a suit and in an evening gown.

I found her exquisite but Sam was a chubby young women who grew up a fat little girl, an experience from which her confidence never quite recovered. I'd bet a million that she was still a vi*rgin. and honestly, it would be one of the safer bets I'd take. at 25, I'd never seen her on a date or with anyone make or female. I could tell she felt a certain way about me: stares lingering a but too long, sudden jumps at my voice, the way her fingers twitched and fluttered nervously when I talked to her.

I'm a good looking man: 6'4, brown black hair, swimmer's build. I consider my looks a fool of my trade and work to keep my muscle defined and my appearance groomed. I usually use them to ensnare resources and charm a few wives to influence their husbands but now I had to lure for my secretary. I'd be bait to break her out of her shell once and for all and to start my family as soon as possible.

with a plan set, i slowly began changing and readgesting appointments until a Friday was completely clear. Sam didn't seem to catch on and I personally made calls to make sure some num skulls didn't call her directly and throw off my hard work. I hired a private investigator to follow my little secretary while I did my own Research and purchasing and preparation of the big day.

it was as if the stars had aligned everything went so smoothly. I received the reports from the private.

d*ck and date I'd chosen was perfect, everything that I ordered arrived on time, and Sam never had a clue. the trap was set and she was going to waltz right into it.

she came into work that Friday in a pretty red business dress and sweater. her patented nervous smile and head nod greeted me before she took her seat and booted up her computer. she stared at the screen and clicked, the clicked again. the fact that there would be no one in the office today must have finally hit her. I walked and stood in the doorway of my private office.