Private Dick, Chapter 2

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Mrs. Reynolds arrived at my office right on time. She looked as stunning as ever, today dressed in red knee-length tank dress with matching red heels. The dress showed off her very appealing form, but wasn’t quite as tight as the one she wore when I first saw her. Still, she was amazing looking and my heart skipped a beat when she walked into my office again. “Hello Beverly, thanks for coming by. It’s nice to see you again. Please, have a seat,” I said as she came in the office. “Hello Peter, thank you. I hope you have some news for me,” she replied with a smile. “Well, I do have news. But before we get to that, would you like a cup of coffee, I was just about to make myself one before you came in.” “Yes I would love a cup of coffee. Thank you.” “How do you take it?” “Cream and sugar, please.” I went over to the door and gave it a quick twist of the lock. With what I was going to have to tell her, I didn’t want to be disturbed. I brought us both a cup of coffee, sat down in my chair, and then I got out the folder I had on her husband. “Oh my! Is that all on Paul?” she asked. “Yes. I did a good bit of checking on your husband. I wanted to be sure of my findings.” “And are the findings good?” she asked, the lilt in her voice sounding hopeful. I didn’t answer that question just then. I couldn’t. “I started out with the usual background check. You gave me enough information to do a pretty thorough check on Paul. I ran his driver’s license and did a credit check on him. You gave me the credit card numbers for the four cards, but in My credit check I found he had two more – a gold MasterCard and a Platinum Visa.” “Oh?” “Yes. I also ran the names of his past affairs. The one, an Angela Baskins, is now married and living in Seattle. The other, Tanya Robbins, is still in the area, living in Brooklyn.” “I see,” she said, her hopeful tone dying down some. “And now for the bad news. There is no easy way to tell you this, so I’m just going to be straight with you…” I started. “Please, Peter. Please tell me the truth.” “The truth is that you were right to suspect your husband. Paul is cheating on you. Her name is Christina Allen, a twenty-two year old barista working at the Starbuck’s in his office building lobby.” Beverly sat there across the desk from me very şişli escort quiet. I could see the hurt and defeat in her face, though. This was one part of the job I could do without. “I have some pictures of the two of them together. You don’t have to look at them if you don’t wa…” “I want to see them,” she said, cutting me off in mid-sentence. I turned the folder to her and sat there watching her go through the pictures. Her eyes got misty, then a tear rolled down her soft cheek as she went picture by picture and saw with her own eyes her husband in the arms of another woman. I had taken out the most extreme pictures, not wanting to crush her completely. But there was enough photographic evidence left in the folder to hang him twice over. Suddenly, she did something I did not expect. Beverly sat straight up tall and proud, wiping any tear from her eye and composed herself, determined to be a lady. She stood up and spoke. “Thank you Mr. Kirkman for your help in this matter,” she said, matter-of-factly. I stood and walked around the desk, a bit surprised at her sudden turn. I came up to her and she took my hand to shake it. That’s when the woman in her came out. The second I gripped her hand in a gentleman’s handshake her legs buckled. I reacted quickly and caught her before she fell completely and she began sobbing. “Oh, Peter! What am I going to do?” she sobbed, shaking as her world fell apart. I helped her over to the couch on one side of my office. “Here, Beverly, lay down here for a bit,” I told her. I dragged a chair over to sit with her. “I know this is a terrible blow, believe me, you aren’t the first one that has found their husband or wife was unfaithful. This type of thing is a private eye’s bread and butter I’m afraid. But you seem to be a strong and independent woman. You will get through this. And you will be stronger and smarter on the other side.” “But she is so pretty, and I’m… I’m just…” “You are very attractive Beverly. I thought so the very minute I saw you in my office that first day you hired me,” I said, holding her hand. And I meant it too – she was a knockout. “Really? You mean that?” “Of course! Why, any man would kill to have a woman like you. And your husband is a damn fool if you don’t mind my saying mecidiyeköy escort so, for even looking at another woman. Much less a blonde girl like the one in those pictures.” The emotions of the moment must have gotten to Beverly right then, because she pulled me out of my chair and over to her. I moved to sit on the edge of the couch next to her but that’s not what she wanted. She pulled me on top of her before I could stop myself. “Mrs. Reynolds I can’t! You are a client!” I said, shocked at this turn in her. “Peter, please… it’s all right. I just need…” It was at that moment my walls crumbled also. Beverly Reynolds didn’t know it, but I had been dreaming of her since the day we met. And now with her giving herself to me like this, and needing validation that she was still beautiful and desirable, well what is a guy to do? I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her hard, deep, and genuinely. Her crimson lips were soft as I had imagined and her tongue came out from between them to meet my own. She moaned almost imperceptibly as we tasted each other for the first time. We kissed for several delicious minutes as our passions grew. Both of us had needs and both of us wanted the other to fill them. As I lay on top of the beautiful woman, I could feel my cock growing… straining against my pants… wanting her as I wanted her. She must have felt it as well because her moans got louder and more desperate as we kissed, She reached around me and put her hand on my ass pulling me harder onto her. She opened her legs as far as her dress would allow, which wasn’t very much – it was a fairly tight dress, but it was enough. She could feel my stiffening cock rub against her and she wanted more. “Peter, would you… I mean… please Peter, make love to me?” she asked, her eyes pleading with me. Without another word from either of us, I got up and took her hand helping her to stand. I held her close for a moment kissing her again, then kissing her neck, her soft bare shoulder, her throat. I reached behind her, finding the zipper and slowly pulled it down till it stopped at the small of her back. She softly whimpered as I slid the thin straps off her shoulders. She modestly held it up covering her full perfect breasts for a moment, but as I pulled it slowly from her hands, she let it go. It fell to the floor around her ankles as she gasped a bit, feeling the cool room air on her bare skin. I steadied her as she stepped out from the puddle of a dress, leaving it on the floor as I pulled her towards me. Beverly stood in front of me trembling – whether from need or from the coolness of the room, I’m not sure – as I reached up and unfastened the hooks on her front-hook bra. Her firm breasts stood high and proudly out on display, the nipples plump and erect and begging to be kissed. Her husband may have been a cheating asshole, but he was a hell of a plastic surgeon, I’ll give him that. They were magnificent! She watched with childlike eyes as I leaned forward to take one of the hard, throbbing buds into my mouth, licking and sucking on her nipple as she groaned with pleasure. She put her hand on the back of my head pulling my head towards her even as she tried to push more of her breast into my mouth. As I chewed on her sweet breast, my hands roamed around her slim waist and journeyed down her back to her taunt ass. I discovered the waistband of her red lace panties and the soft silkiness of the material covering her rear. I began grabbing and kneading her ass cheeks as she moaned and wriggled it playfully. I squeezed each cheek alternately and she pushed back against my hands as if asking for more. My hands moved closer together and down towards her thighs, I felt the dampness beginning to soak though her panties and I rubbed the wet spot a bit. As I started playing with her pussy through her panties, she backed away so my hands couldn’t reach her. I gave her ass a good swat when she did that, and she squealed and jumped closer again. I went back to playing with her pussy, and this time she began rubbing her ass up and down in time to my hands. Beverly wriggled her ass and humped back at my hands, thoroughly enjoying my toying with her. Her breath had become labored and her moaning was louder and more urgent. “Ohh goddd…” she moaned. I knew she was ready to give herself to me completely. I pulled away from her tender breast and took my hand from her pussy. She looked at me as I took the waistband of her panties, the only thing she had left on, in my hands. Kneeling down, I looked up at her, watching her as I removed them slowly. Beverly offered no resistance, her only action was to bite the corner of her lip as she felt the satiny garment slide down her thighs.

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