CHAPTER SEVEN
“Ms. Whitehall, there’s a Mr. Finderson here to see you,” came the call over the intercom.
Cindy looked up from studying the designs on her desk, wondering for the hundredth time if they would be good enough to create the stir in the fashion world she thought they should. “Who’s Mr. Finderson?” she asked, pressing down on the intercom button.
“He says he’s your brother’s swimming coach,” the guard at the door said. He was under special instructions to let no one in the building without prior approval of Ms. Whitehall. He was an old fart, but he did his job well. As well as could be expected of a basically incompetent man.
“Okay, send him up,” Cindy said. “And give him good directions, Dave.”
“Yes, Ms. Whitehall,” the guard said.
I wonder what the hell he wants? Cindy asked herself. Shit, I wonder if Jimmy’s doing well since we’ve been fucking so much lately? Cindy put the designs in the manila folder on her desk, and composed herself for the meeting. She wondered exactly how badly Jimmy was doing. Probably pretty bad, she thought to herself. There was a soft knock on the door.
“Come in,” Cindy said.
The door opened and Bob Finderson stepped into the sparsely furnished office. His eyes swept past the large desk, now littered with papers and folders, and the low-slung couch near the far wall, and glanced over the few pictures on the wall. The pictures were of models, obviously wearing some of the famous Whitehall original fashions. Bob couldn’t imagine what the fuss was about, the designs were simple. He looked again, and noted they weren’t as simple as he first thought. He did this as he walked over to the desk and shook Cindy’s hand.
“How do you do, I’m Robert Finderson,” Bob said. “Please call me Bob.”
“And call me Cindy,” Cindy said as she sat down.
Cindy approved of the swimming coach. He had rugged good looks, and his eyes were bright and shiny. “Excuse me if I seem rude,” Cindy began, “but just why did you want to see me?”
“Well, I know you’re Jimmy’s only surviving relative,” Bob began, “and the swimming team is about to take its annual trip up to the capital for the State meet.”
“And what’s that got to do with Jimmy?” Cindy asked, puzzled.
“Well,” Bob smiled, “I think Jimmy has a good chance to win several gold medals this year.”
“Really?” Cindy smiled, happy for her brother.
“In face, his chances are better now than at the beginning of the season. His concentration is better, and his reflexes superb,” Bob commented. “It helps when a young boy keeps different parts of his life separate from others.”
Cindy nearly blanched. My God, does he know about us? Cindy thought hysterically. I told him to be careful! I’ve got to find out, but perhaps he doesn’t really mean sex! “I’m afraid I don’t quite follow you,” Cindy said calmly.
“Well…” Bob hesitated. Damn it, why did I say that? “What I meant was that all his attention in the pool is on swimming and a young boy’s mind out of training is on… ahhhhh… other matters.”
Cindy relaxed. He thinks it’s another girl! “What other matters?”
“Well, you must realize your brother is eighteen, and his thoughts often turn to the opposite sex,” Bob said. He was tired of hinting around.
“And he’s learned to control his thoughts?” Cindy asked, her voice low and husky.
Bob picked up the change in Cindy’s voice immediately. “Well, I’m pretty sure he’s found himself a… girlfriend.”
“An accommodating one, you mean?” Cindy asked, batting her eyes at him. She liked this man.
“Yes,” Bob nodded. “She… uhhhh… eases his tension, and keeps his mind clear instead of cluttered with useless dreams.”
“I think that’s cute,” Cindy said. “I mean, it’s not often that you hear such a refreshing sidestep of the real issue. You mean he’s found a chick that fucks, don’t you, Bob?”
Bob was momentarily taken aback by the sudden shift in the conversation. He looked harder at the beautiful woman sitting behind the desk. Her long blonde hair and soft blue eyes hid a razor-sharp mind. And her tits– wow! “Yeah, that’s what I meant.”
“Now that that’s out of the way,” Cindy said, getting up from her chair and walking around to the side of the desk. She sat down, her blue skirt hiked up, revealing her long, lovely, tapered legs. The skirt was high on her thighs. “Why did you come here to see me?”
“I had to get your signature and okay to take Jimmy to the tournament,” Bob said, staring at her crossed legs.
“And where do I sign?” Cindy asked, her voice low and sultry.
Bob fumbled for a moment for the papers in his shirt, and didn’t see Cindy reach up and loosen the top three buttons on her blouse. She had taken to the idea of not wearing any underclothing, and when she bent over to accept the papers, her creamy-white tits would be salaciously exposed to Bob’s gaze. Bob looked up and smiled, holding the papers. Cindy reached for them, and purposefully dropped them. Bob’s eyes had been caught by the sight of her exposed tits.
“Oh, how clumsy of me,” Cindy said in her little-girl voice. She had dropped the papers just at the corner of the desk. She spread her legs wide to allow Bob headroom to bend over and get the papers. He bent over, picked up the papers, and looked up as he brought his body upright.
He stopped and stared at the obscene tableau spread before him. Cindy’s thighs were open, and the furry patch of her cunt was easily visible. He gulped, and then straightened. Cindy smiled down at him.
“My, Bob, you look like you’ve seen something that you really want,” Cindy chided.
Bob smiled and put the papers on her desk. “Why don’t we discuss some of the aspects of this day on the couch, where both of us can be more comfortable?”
“Surely,” Cindy smiled. “But let me get rid of some clothing. It’s so hot in here.”
Once Cindy had made up her mind, there was nothing in the world that was going to stop her from getting a good fuck. She smiled demurely and slowly, carefully, undid her white blouse. It was thick material and hadn’t revealed anything about her tits except their large size. When she undid the last button and casually slipped the blouse off, she was gratified to hear Bob gasp. She quickly unsnapped her skirt, slid the zipper down, and let it fall to her feet. With a soft kick, her slip-on shoes slid from her feet. She stood naked and beautiful by the desk.
Bob stared at the vision of loveliness standing before him. His eyes locked on her full, ripe breasts and slowly swelling nipples. His burning gaze moved reluctantly from the large tits to the outline of her flaring hips. His eyes widened when they reached the triangle of blonde hair covering the slit of her cunt. He had met so few real blondes in his life.
“I-I guess I’ll get cooler, too,” Bob stammered.
“Fine,” Cindy said with a smile. She walked slowly to the door and locked it with a wink. “We don’t want to be disturbed, do we?”
Her breasts swung and jiggled with each step she took, and the firm mounds of her asscheeks rubbed against each other as she walked slowly to the couch and sat down. She put her arms on the top of the couch’s back, and crossed her legs, hiding her cunt from his lewd and lecherous gaze. Her tits stuck out high and firm, the stiff nipples like tiny, stubby fingers on her mountains of flesh.
Bob quickly pulled his polo shirt off his body. His chest was covered with small, dark curls. He undid his belt and slid his pants down. He slipped free of his shoes. His briefs and pants bundled at his ankles and he stepped free. His cock was dark and swarthy. It was a monster, fully nine inches long. His belly was covered by a jungle of black hair.
“Wow!” Cindy breathed. She grinned up at Bob and he sat down beside her on the couch.
“Now, let’s quit playing games,” he said. He put his arm around her shoulder while his other hand snaked out to cup one of her tits. He rubbed his thumb over the sensitive little nubbin of her nipple.
“Whoever said we wore going to stop playing games?” Cindy cooed. She reached out and tickled his chin. She
