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Subject: {ASSM} The Boss' Daughter - Pt. 1 of 2 (M/F)
Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2002 06:10:02 -0400
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The Boss' Daughter
by Storyguy 

"Yeah, Lionel, I'll be on the plane tomorrow night. Limo'll pick me up
at O'Hare and get me to the hotel alright, so I'll see you in the
lobby at 8 Saturday morning. You can brief me then."

George Thurston looked up at Mike Jeffries, his chauffeur and waved
him into the office. He finished his phone call and turn to Mike.

"What's up, Mike? You said you wanted to be sure to talk to me before
I left town."

"Yes, sir, it's about Angela." 

"My daughter giving you problems?" 

Mike shifted uncomfortably. "In a manner of speaking. She's been
flirting with me every since she was, oh, 13 or so, and I thought it
was kind of cute, but lately, it's been a little more than flirting."

"Such as?" 

"Well, flashing me in the rear view mirror most mornings when I drive
her to school. If I'm out by the pool, it's a sure bet she'll be out
there in a bikini that wouldn't hide much on a flea, and at least one
of the pieces, if not both, will manage to come off. That sort of
thing."

"Hmmm, I haven't exactly talked to her that much about sex. If her
mother was still with us, God rest her soul, ..."

George stopped, leaned back, put his hands behind his head, and looked
at the ceiling for a moment as he thought.

"Not that I would want my daughter flashing guys all over town, but
most guys would just enjoy the show. Is there something else that has
you concerned?"

"Well, Mr. Thurston," said Mike, "she is the `boss's daughter', and I
like my job here. I don't want to lose my job but I don't want to hurt
her either."

"She turned 18 last weekend, you know," said George. "That makes her a
woman, regardless of whether she acts like a grownup or a child. Tell
me, if she wasn't my daughter, what would you do?"

"To be honest, she's a beautiful woman. If she wasn't your daughter, I
probably would've taken her up on what seemed to be her offer as soon
as she was legal."

"Then that's what you do," said George. "I don't expect her to be some
kind of a hermit until she gets married. God knows her mother and I
weren't. All I care about is that she doesn't get hurt, and I know you
well enough to know that you won't take advantage of her or do
anything she doesn't want. If you want to call her bluff, you don't
have to worry about my approval. If it's just a game to her, then it
might wake her up and make her grow up a little. If she means it, then
make her happy."

Mike wasn't exactly prepared for that response, and sat for a moment
in silence, before George said, "Was that it?"

"Um, yes, sir, that was it. What time do you want to leave for the
airport tomorrow?"

"Flight's at 9, we'll leave after dinner, around 6." 

*************** 

As Angela climbed into the back seat with her father for the ride to
the airport, Mike noticed the outline of a pair of panties showing
through her light yellow sundress.

"Hmm," he thought to himself. "Maybe he said something to her after
all."

The trip itself was fairly uneventful. George and Angela sat in the
back and talked about where she could get ahold of him if she needed
to and who she could and couldn't have over while he was away. For
once, Mike could say that he had gone an entire trip without being
flashed in one way or another. George and Angela said their farewells
outside the security gate and then George went on through and
disappeared into the throng of travelers clogging the departure
lounge.

As soon as he was out of sight, Angela turned to Mike and said, "Okay,
we can go now. I just need to stop at the ladies room first."

He nodded and waited for a few minutes until she re-emerged and walked
quietly beside him on the way to the limo. Out of the corner of his
eye, he saw her glancing over at him, but he didn't say anything until
they reached the car. Holding the door for her, he said, "Home, Miss
Angela?"

"Yes, Mike," she said. "Home." 

They had barely cleared the parking lot and merged onto the freeway
when a motion in the rear view mirror caught his eye. While she seemed
to be reading a magazine, Angela kept squirming and fidgeting, and
slowly but surely, her dress, none too long to begin with, had begun
climbing upward. Before they were halfway home, Mike could say with
absolute certainty that whatever had cause the pantyline before was
now no where to be seen. As her legs parted slowly, as if
unconsciously, the neatly trimmed down of her womanhood became clear
to see. Mike sighed softly and adjusted himself in his pants in such a
way that she would not be able to see the effect she was having on his
stirring cock.

Having gotten no reaction, Angela shifted her hold on the magazine, so
that it was folded back and held in one hand, leaving the other hand
to slowly travel down between her legs and begin to make
well-practiced tracings of her swiftly glistening lips.

Mike knew without looking what the scent was that was reaching him in
the front seat, and glancing back, he saw her middle finger begin to
rub back and forth along the length of her pussy and slowly begin to
disappear inside. The change in her breathing became audibly
noticeable and before long, the magazine was being held limply in one
hand as she plumbed the depths of herself, eyes closed and lips
parted.

Almost as if she had timed it, her murmurs turned to full-fledged
moans as he turned off the freeway and onto the smaller road that led
to their estate. She reached her climax as he passed through the gates
leading to the long driveway, and by the time he had pulled up in
front of the house, she had readjusted her dress to cover herself and
was again reading her magazine, her somewhat harder breathing being
one of the few signs that anything out of the ordinary had taken
place.

Mike made a final adjustment of himself and got out to open her door.
She took his hand to help her out of the car, and immediately he was
aware of the moisture being "innocently" spread across his palm. She
brushed against him with her hip as she turned to go into the house,
and as she disappeared, he lifted his palm to his face. There was no
question where the moisture had come from. Taking a deep breath, he
parked the car in the garage and went to his quarters at the rear of
the main house, where he quickly went got into the shower and relieved
himself of that which she had built within him. Then, dressed in his
robe, he watched the late news and thought about Mr. Thurston's advice
on what to do with Angela.

*************** 

On those rare mornings when Mike didn't need to take Mr. Thurston to
the office or Angela to campus, he enjoyed sitting out on the patio
with a cup of coffee as the sun came up. Even though he hadn't had a
particularly restful night's sleep as he tried to decide the best
course of action, he got up at his usual hour, dressed casually and
was out with coffee and paper when he heard a door closing. Realizing
the sound came from the window of Mr. Thurston's study, he started to
rise when he heard Angela's voice coming through the window, and he
sat back down.

Apparently unaware of his presence, Angela made no attempts to lower
her voice, so whether he liked it or not, Mike was able to hear
everything she said.

"Hi, Tracey? It's me. Well, I did it! ... Well, I ignored him all the
way to the airport and, after we dropped off Daddy, I went into the
ladies room and took off my panties ... No, I played it cool, he
didn't have any idea ... As soon as we got out of the parking lot, I
started fidgeting around so my dress would ride up. I was already
starting to get wet, but I hadn't started leaking yet, thank God ...
Yeah, I know you would've just pulled your dress off but I'm having
too much fun with this and I don't want to scare him off ... No, he'd
never do anything, it's just fun to make him hard. Now be quiet and
let me finish ...

"Anyway, after I got my dress up over my hips, I started rubbing my
pussy. God, it was SO hot! I'm getting wet right now just thinking
about it ... I pretended to keep reading my magazine but I saw his
eyes glancing in the mirror, so I KNOW he saw me ... I don't think he
was jerking off while he was driving, but I know he had his hand in
his lap for a few seconds ... I would've loved to see that, too ...
Oh, okay, mmmm, alright, I've got my robe open and I'm rubbing my clit
right now ... Ohhh, okay, don't cum until I'm finished though ...

"I slid my finger inside and started rubbing my clit, ohhhh, and it
was so good. I almost wished I'd brought my dildo but that would've
given it away .... It was hard to do but I tried to time it right,
mmmm, and so I could cum just as he went through the gates ... Oh,
god, me too Tracey, ohhhhhh, ... I covered myself up again but when he
helped me out of the car, I made sure I rubbed the finger with my
pussy juice on it across his hand ... oh, yesssss ... Then I rubbed
against his cock and it was SO hard! ... Oh, shiiiit, I'm cumming,
now, ...."

Mike's cock was rock hard by this time, and after hearing a few
moments of Angela's moaning, he was about to retire to his shower when
she seemed to catch her breath again and continue.

"Oh, god, Tracey, that was so hot! I'll go get my vibrator and have
Mike drive me over after I eat ... Okay, see you in a little bit."

Mike slipped through the patio doors and was sitting in the kitchen,
his aching cock concealed beneath the kitchen table, when he heard
Angela call his name from the hallway.

"In here, Miss Angela", he answered, and she came through the door,
her robe belted tightly but askew enough to suggest it had been done
hurriedly.

"Mike, can you take me over to Tracey's after I get dressed and eat
breakfast?"

"Certainly, Miss Angela. When would you like me to have the car out
front?"

"In a half hour, maybe?" 

"That'll be fine," he answered, and as soon as she disappeared, he
bolted out the back door of the kitchen to his own quarters where he
hurriedly showered, again christening the wall with his cum, and then
dressed and was waiting in front of the house when Angela emerged.

Angela seemed either distracted or tired as he drove to Tracey's
house, and she made no obvious attempt to flash him this time. As they
pulled up in front of Tracey's house, Angela said, "You don't have to
worry about coming back for me. Tracey and I are going shopping a
little later, and she'll drop me off back home after we're done. I'll
be home in time for supper."

*************** 

Mike spent the rest of the morning doing some routine maintenance on 
the limo and, and after lunch, he washed and waxed it before laying
down for a nap. He woke around 5:00, when a loud clap of thunder cut
through the air. Looking out the window, he saw the first few drops
begin to come down out of a decidedly dark sky, and he hurried to the
main area of the house.

"Has Angela gotten back home yet?" he asked the cook as he pushed open
the door of the kitchen.

There was no answer, and he saw a note from the cook on the table that
said, "Went home early due to coming storm. Supper in the
refrigerator, only needs to be heated up."

He went to the family quarters and found the door to Angela's room
open, the robe she'd been wearing that morning still laying across the
bed and no sign that she'd been back. Going back to the kitchen, he
picked up the phone and had just begun to dial Tracey's number when
the front door opened and closed with some force. He hung up the phone
and went back to the hall to see a dripping wet Angela standing in the
entryway.  He went back to the guest bathroom just off the living room
and brought out a large towel and handed it to Angela.

Ignoring her soaked-through shorts and the tank top which was now
plastered to her obviously bra-less breasts, she began toweling her
hair, her arms, and legs.

"Did Tracey try to drive back home in this?" Mike asked, glancing
toward the window with a look of concern on his face.

"God, no," said Angela. "Her dad doesn't let her drive the car when
it's raining. As it was, he barely let me leave and insisted that I
let their driver, Chamberlain, bring me home."

Angela handed Mike the towel and said, "Thanks", before heading off to
her room, her dripping wet tank top and shorts still stuck to her body
and outlining it as though she were nude. Mike watched her for a few
seconds before turning to take the towel to the laundry room.

*************** 

After watching the news, Mike went to the kitchen and popped the two
plates in the fridge into the microwave. He was waiting for them to
finish heating when Angela came through the door wearing a short
t-shirt, sweatpants, and a towel around her heard.

"Oh, Mike, hi. I was looking for Mrs. Davenport." 

"She went home early because of the storm," he said. "She left us some
supper to heat up, and I've got it in the microwave now."

A slight smile played across her lips as she said simply, "Oh, okay." 
She then unwrapped her hair and began vigorously rubbing it with the
towel, and in the process, the lifting of her arms caused the short
t-shirt to ride up so that the bottom curves of her breasts came into
view.  Mike watched her out of the corner of his eye until the timer
went off and he took his plate to his room.

He sat down, flipped on the TV with the remote and began to eat, only
half aware of what was on the screen. After he finished, he leaned
back in the chair, and muttered, "Enough's enough. Next time..."

*************** 

Mike had fallen asleep reading when he was awakened once again by
thunder as the storm renewed itself and began to rain down with fresh
fury.  He glanced out the window and said, "Thank goodness nobody has
to go anywhere tonight." He put the book away and had just undressed
for bed when there was another thunderclap, accompanied by a flash of
lightning, and suddenly, every light in the room went out.

"Wonderful," murmured Mike as he felt for his robe. Grabbing the small
flashlight he kept by his bed, he went into the kitchen to look for
candles and some matches. He had just begun to rummage through the
drawer when another flashlight appeared.

"Oh, you're looking for candles, too?" Angela asked. 

He nodded and then said, "Ah ha!" as he pulled some votive candles and
holders and a couple books of matches out of the back of the drawer. 
He quickly lit two of them, and then turned to see her standing there
in the glow of the candles and the flashlights.

He had seen Angela as slumber party's wearing long t-shirts that
extended to her knees, but he had never seen her like this. A silky
nightgown covered by a thin lace robe left her technically covered
without really hiding anything. His eyes played across her body, and
he noticed how, the longer he looked, the more her nipples began to
poke through the filmy material.

"You'd better be careful," he said. "Those silky kinds of outfits
don't take much to catch fire."

"Oh, really?" she asked. "Well, then, better safe than sorry," and in
an instant, she had slipped off the robe and allowed the nightgown to
fall to her feet, leaving her naked beauty illuminated in the
flickering candlelight.

Mike leaned back against the cabinet and set down the candles. 

"Why do you do that, Angela?" 

"Do what?" she asked innocently with a not-so-innocent smile on her
lips.

"You know what," he said. "You've been flirting with me ever since you
were in the 8th grade, and you've been flashing me one way or another
for the last two years every chance you got."

"Well," she said slowly, "since you never responded, I figured you
didn't mind."

Mike gave a short laugh and said, "Of course I didn't respond.  You
were underage and I don't feel like going to prison."

Angela lifted one hand and begin to lightly play with one of her
stiffened nipples and said, "Well, I stopped being underage a week
ago."

"That's true," he said, "But I think it's all a game to you. If I ever
did respond, you wouldn't know what to do."

"I would too!" Angela insisted. "I think it's you who's afraid to do
anything."

"Oh really?" Mike said with raised eyebrows. "Let's see," and with
that, he removed his robe, revealing that he did in fact sleep in the
nude, and as he allowed the robe to fall to the floor, Angela took in
a sharp breath at the sight of his stiff cock.

"Your turn to up the ante," he said, "if you're serious about this and
it isn't just a game."

Angela swallowed hard, the seductive smile turning slightly nervous,
as she set her shoulders and walked over to him and reached out to
take his cock in her hand.

"Gently", he said, and he placed his hand over hers, showing her how
to softly slide her hand up and down its length.

"Like that?" she asked. 

"You mean you've never touched a man's cock for real?" he asked. 

"Well," she said, "Ummm, no, not really." 

He lifted his hand from hers and she kept stroking his cock as the
precum began to gather at the tip.

"Mmmmm," he murmured, "that's very nice, especially for a beginner." 

He gently lifted her hand off of his cock and reached down for his
robe.

"Okay, Angela," he said. "That's probably enough. If we don't stop,
we're going to wind up doing something you shouldn't do on a dare."

"You mean you don't think I'm old enough to do anything?" 

"No that's not what I mean," he said. "What I mean is that for someone
who said that I'd never do anything, and it's just fun to make me hard
when she didn't realize that she could be heard on the patio, this
seems like a lot to do all at once."

Angela turned bright red as she heard her own words being quoted back
to her. "You were out on the patio? I thought you were in the
kitchen."

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