Nick has worked as Jodie Adams’ Personal Assistant for a while now, the job has several perks!
Jodie is a famous model, immaculate, sexy, stylish, and beautiful. She has her long blonde, bouncy hair done regularly, a weekly manicure and a pedicure. Her beautician waxes or shaves every hair below her neck within an inch of its life.
Her deep blue eyes are captivating, her cheekbones are structured and defined. And she has the cutest little nose. She dresses provocatively showing off her sun-kissed body. Her shapely legs are always bare and she finds underwear so unnecessary.
Nick had never worked for anyone quite like Jodie Adams. And he had certainly never given the same service to any previous employers that he gave to Jodie. It was almost in his job description, to go down on her and pleasure that perfect shaved snatch of hers.
Jodie often needed to cum to take the edge off. She could of course do it herself, but Nick was more than willing. He fingered, licked, and kissed his sexually charged boss. He had got it down to a fine art, he knew how she responded and what buttons to push to get her soaking downstairs.
In return, Jodie would give Nick a foot job to relieve himself. He has a thing for feet and her feet are perfect. Just the right amount of vain to be sexy. Her toes were proportioned. She often wore foot jewellery, toe rings and anklets. Her ex-husband, Stephen is a shoe designer and also had a big thing for her feet. He regularly masturbated on them, and she loves feeling cum between her toes as much as she does when it’s in her perfect pussy.
So, Nick knows what to expect when he sees his boss walk into the study of her London house, looking more radiant than normal in a lemon-coloured skirt and light pink top. She is showing off her smooth legs and the peep-hole stilettos match perfectly, a darker shade of yellow with striking pink detailing on them.
Nick is about the same age as Jodie, slim build with way dark hair. He sits behind the desk trying to focus on his work, but he knows what she wants.
Jodie’s day had started with getting her nails done. She now had the most amazing lime green gels. Then she got a full Hollywood wax. It had left her feeling horny and dying to show off her bald biscuit.
“You look good, Miss Adams. Love the dress,” Nick comments.
“Thank you. But it’s what under the dress you should be more concerned about,” Jodie replies.
Nick pushes her dress up her legs. She naturally isn’t wearing any panties. Nick revels at the sight of a freshly smooth kitty. It is a beautiful and luscious shade of pink.
“Wow your pussy is so smooth,” Nick comments as he strokes her.
He then puts his head between her legs and starts kissing her skin. She felt soft and smelt fresh and delicious. Jodie runs her fingers through Nick’s hair as his tongue runs over her nakedness. He pushes her dress up and pushes her legs further apart, his tongue enters her pussy. He opens her labia and admires her throbbing clit. Jodie kicks her head back as Nick starts sucking. Jodie moans feeling him pleasure her, she is so sensitive and starts to shriek as she reaches a fulfilling climax. Nick tastes her sweet, wetness.
“Fuck, Nick I am so wet.”
“You taste so sweet, I want to keep kissing you,” Nick says raising his head.
Jodie looks at her juices smeared across his cheeks and opens her legs even more.
“Be my guest,” she says smiling.
“I love the smell of your sex,” he says as he plants kisses on her satisfied snatch and licks her juices.
Jodie kicks off her heels and lets her feet play with Nick’s cock through his trousers. He undoes his fly and gets his penis out. He starts rubbing his hand along its shaft. He pulls back to admire Jodie’s feet. Her lime pedicure looks delicious. Jodie dangles her feet as she sits up on the desk. Her anklet drops down her leg. Nick shoots his load smothering her feet. He wipes his dick making sure to cover as much of her skin as possible. Nick then continues his work after the pleasant interruption.
Being an ‘It’ girl and a famous socialite everyone wanted Jodie at their events, and she got loads of invitations, some of which she thought to accept. Like tonight’s opening at an art gallery. She dragged Nick along for company.
Ulysses, Jodie’s chauffeur navigates her flame orange Bentley ‘Flying Spur’ through the streets of London while she and Nick sink into the cream leather backseats.
Ulysses is well-built with grey hair, dressed in a generic white shirt with black trousers. Nick hasn’t changed. Jodie looks even sexier in a short navy leather dress. Nick examines the blue material as it twists on the sides of Jodie’s body clinging around her torso and exposing pockets of her skin along her legs, waist and stomach.
Her legs go down to a pair of extremely high-heeled blue patterned ankle strap platform Heels. Finished off with a chunky gold anklet and some toe rings.
Jodie knew her dress is riskier than what she would normally wear particularly bare-legged without any knickers on. Also, probably quite provocative for an art gallery, but she has a long cream jacket she plans to wear over the top and also plans to be there a minimal amount of time before meeting up with some friends in a nightclub around the corner.
“I reckon thirty minutes and we are out of here, Nick,” Jodie says as Ulysses opens the car door.
“It will probably take me that long to find somewhere to park,” Ulysses quips.
“Just drive around then,” Jodie smiles.
Nick follows her into the gallery. They instantly get split up as everyone wants to talk to Jodie, the famous model and no one wants to talk to him.
Nick takes a walk around and likes the pieces he sees. He takes in the atmosphere as he continues to peruse the gallery.
“Like, what you see?” says an attractive woman pulling up next to Nick.
“Yes, definitely,” Nick replies taking in the beautiful sculpture in front of him as well as the beautiful stranger.
“Amanda,” she says holding out her hand.
Amanda is part Greek, and you can see it in her Mediterranean complication with black hair and deep olive-brown skin. Her curvy body is hugged in a white jumper, tight black jeggings, and black boots. A twenty-something, similar age to Nick.
They banter and exchange the usual formal pieces of info about each other. Both are twenty-something and live in the same part of London. Amanda works for an art dealer. Nick explains what he does for a living and whom he works for, leaving out the bit about him going down Jodie’s canal.
“Jodie Adams isn’t that the model, who doesn’t wear underwear? I always thought she was a bit slutty,” Amanda says disapprovingly.
Nick doesn’t comment or offer any defence. He is too busy wondering what Amanda’s own snatch looks like.
It isn’t long before Nick is tasting pussy again. The toilet cubicle in the art gallery comes alive as Amanda pulls her jeggings and panties down to her knees. As Nick uses his cunnilingus skills, he starts to compare Amanda’s vagina with Jodie’s. He loves the taste and feels of Jodie’s pussy. It is almost always completely shaved and had a light, syrupy sweet taste whereas Amanda’s snatch tastes a bit salty. She also had larger labia and kept a small amount of hair around her opening. On reflection, Nick preferred a shaved snatch he picked Amanda’s pubes out of his teeth as they leave the toilet.
After she couldn’t find Nick, Jodie leaves and texts him her location, a club round the corner. Nick knows Jodie will be swamped by now with various friends or guys who want to try their luck and bag themselves a model. On reflection, he decides Amanda is a safe bet and decides to escort her home.
The club is busy Jodie, and her friends disappear into the crowd. Ulysses tags along to keep a watchful eye.
He changed out of his white shirt in the car to a linen black short sleeve one and swapped his brogues and socks for suede loafers in an attempt to blend in.
“That’s dress is sexy as hell, but I could see your pussy when you went upstairs,” Ulysses says in Jodie’s ear.
“I should avoid stairs and podiums then,” Jodie says sipping a cocktail.
“Or put some underwear on, I know there are some panties in the car.”
Jodie doesn’t say a word and just looks back at Ulysses, he knows her well enough to know she isn’t going to do that.
“I’ve had enough anyway; this place is rammed. Let’s get out of here, I know a quiet bar round the corner you might like,” Jodie says.
Ulysses is eighteen years older than his female boss and prefers a place where he can hear himself think. They walk to a chill-out bar a few doors along. Jodie gets a glass of wine and a coke for Ulysees, and they settle at a table.
“I wonder how Nick got on with that girl?”
“I’ll probe him tomorrow,” Ulysses laughs.
But Ulysses is distracted, it is hard for him not to notice the amount of Jodie’s hot flesh on display in that dress.
“I can see where your eyes are going, Ulysses.”
“Well, it’s hard not to look at you in that outfit.”
“You’ve seen me get up to all sorts of antics and you know Nick regularly goes down on me. But you have never tried anything?”
“Well, I have thought about it,”
“Really, I have no shame and you already know I am not wearing underwear.”
“What are you suggesting?”
“One of the reasons I don’t wear underwear is, so guys have easy access to my pussy.”
Ulysses says nothing. Jodie uncrosses her legs and opens them enough to give Ulysses a good view up her dress. Her pussy looks inviting. Jodie doesn’t move. Ulysses slides his hand between her thighs and starts to pleasure her. Jodie smiles and she feels his fingers slide between her pussy lips into her wet hole.
“Let’s get the car and go home,” Jodie says.
Jodie puts on her jacket, and they leave the bar. Jodie’s long legs get a good stride’ and her heels punish the pavement with a constant tap as she walks. As they reach the underground car park where the orange Bentley is parked Ulysses slides his hands between Jodie’s legs and feels her wet pussy again. Jodie stops to allow him to finger her between parked cars. She hitches up her dress so Ulysess can get a better view and access to her cunt.
He unlocks the car and opens the door, Jodie gets in not even trying to be graceful, her cunt is on full display. Ulysses wonders whether this is a good idea or not. He thinks it probably isn’t. Rather than getting in the driver’s seat he follows Jodie in the back and shuts the door. She is surprised and delighted as Ulysses unzips his trousers and pulls out his penis.
His cock is throbbing and hard. He manoeuvres himself between her legs as he goes on top of her, she puts him inside her. Jodie lifts up her legs as she feels his cock drill deep into her cunt. She takes off her jacket and Ulysses pushes that little dress up her body over her bum. He grabs her buttocks as they fuck. Jodie orgasms as Ulysses cums inside her. Her pussy is full. As Ulysses pulls out and moves off her. He examines her shaved wet pussy. The sex was amazing, she is a sensational fuck.
The following morning Ulysses cleans the car. It smells of sex and shame. Jodie comes out to find him.
“You, ok?”
“Yeah, I am fine. I enjoyed what happened last night, but we can’t let it happen again,” Ulysses says sternly.
“Why, I enjoyed it too?”
“But it’s not right, Jodie. I can’t work for you and think about you that way, I am just not programmed like that. I’m not Nick!”
“Ok, we can call it a one-time thing and say no more about it.” Jodie agrees and leaves him to it.
Jodie realises last night had been a step too far. Maybe she is addicted to sex a little too much. But there are worse vices to have. Over the next few weeks, she also shies away from letting Nick service her as he starts to see Amanda regularly, they go out a few times a week and more often than not finish the evening in bed.
Saturday night rolls up and Jodie throws a party at her place. Ulysses drives Jodie into the city to pick up some things for the evening ahead. As ever she looks gorgeous in blue jeans, a black top and Birkenstock sandals.
“Miss Adams,” Ulysses says getting her attention in the back of the car.
“Very formal, you never call me Miss Adams,” Jodie says laughing.
“I have been thinking about this, but I am giving you my notice, I intend to head down to Cornwall and help my brother with his mini-cab business.”
“What, you can’t leave me,” Jodie says in shock.
“You have Nick and I think it’s time for a chance,” he replies.
Ulysses has been Jodie’s chauffeur for many years and before that worked for her father.
“Is this to do with the other night?” Jodie says referring back to the evening where they had sex in the same seat she was sitting in now.
“No, it’s just I want to help out my brother.”
Ulysses was lying, he was struggling to stop thinking about what happened and stay focused on his role. Jodie can’t change his mind, so she reluctantly accepts his resignation.
The house and garden soon fill up with evening guests. Jodie emerges in a deep green slip dress and matching high heel sandals, which show off her French pedicure.
“You look great, boss. Is there anything I can do for you?” Nick says smirking at Jodie.
“Down boy, isn’t Amanda coming tonight?”
“Yes, later after another art event.”
“Then focus on her,” Jodie says smiling.
Nick gets a drink and bumps into Maud, Jodie’s Aunt.
“Hi, Nick. Tell me, how are you this evening?” Maud asks pouring herself some wine.
“I am good. You are looking lovely,” Nick replies.
Maud has not long celebrated her sixth birthday, although you wouldn’t think so to look at her. She is still beautiful and slender for women her age, her oblivious wealth showed she could afford the finer things. She has a smooth jawline, long dark hair, and green eyes. She stood dressed in a black skirt with a sparkly maroon top with 8-inch black stilettos. Her legs were bare, and her veined feet look sexy as they arch with her shoes, and she displayed the most amazing toe cleavage. Nick had always admired her feet.
Maud didn’t let age slow her down and appreciated young, virile men.
“Nick, you have that look about you,” she comments.
“I was just thinking that you can see where Jodie gets her looks from,” Nick says smoothly.
“I like to think I still have it at sixty and I am always in the mood for some good fun,” she says staring at Nick.
Was Maud coming on to him? Nick thinks about Jodie’s pussy, maybe Maud’s has that same sweetness.
“I would love to taste you, Maud,” Nick whispers.
“Really. Give it five minutes then meet me upstairs.”
Nick heads upstairs, Maud pulls him into an empty bedroom. No words are said as Nick slowly runs his hands up Maud’s legs he doesn’t stop until he reaches her lace knickers and peels them away from her groin. Slowly they fall down her legs. Maud steps out of her underwear, leaving the knickers on the floor. He pulls her skirt up and kneels in front of Maud. Her peach isn’t completely shaved she sports a small landing strip on either side of her treasure. But Nick is mesmerized and knows he has to try the goods. He starts to kiss her thighs and then moves over to her slit. and forces his tongue inside.
Maud loves the younger tongue pleasuring her clit, his licks puff her up and turn her on.
“Fuck me, Nick,” Maud says moving over to the bed.
She takes off her heels and lays back. She opens her legs as Nick walks over and gets on top of her. He coaxes her divine lips as they kiss. He undoes his trousers and finds his way into Maud’s syrup-tasting pussy, and he starts grinding away.
Trying to be quiet Maud soon cums.
“How close are you?” she lightly whispers.
“I am nearly there,” Nick says.
His cock then slips out of her wet, slippery cream pie. Maud caresses his slippery dick, and she starts to wank Nick off. Nick aims his cock at her veiny feet.
Amanda arrives at the party, looking gorgeous in a charcoal dress. She immediately starts looking for Nick.
Just as Maud is finishing Nick off the door bursts open and Amanda walks in.
“You, cunt!” she says in rage.
Nick jumps up. Amanda rushes downstairs. Nick runs after her, putting his dripping cock away at the same time.
“Let me explain,” Nick pleads.
Amanda stops by the pool.
“Fuck, you Nick.” She says as she pushes him in.
Amanda then dives in, jumps on Nick, punches him and tries to drown him.
Ulysses runs over and dives into the pool. Jodie runs over pulls off her sandals and also jumps in. Ulysses grabs Nick while Jodie pulls Amanda off him all the while she is cursing and threatening to kill him. Ulysses drags Nick out of the pool and around the front of the house. While Jodie pulls Amanda out and sits her down on a lounger.
“That guy is an arsehole,” Amanda whimpers as she sits crying.
Jodie wipes the hair out of her face as she stands dripping wet, her green dress clinging to her body. Jodie’s friend Claudine comes over with some towels and the shivering ladies wrap themselves up.
“Let’s go upstairs, we are about the same size. I am sure we could find some dry clothes,” Jodie suggests.
Amanda wipes the tears from her eyes and follows Jodie inside.
Nick tries to get back in the house, but Ulysses pushes him back.
“What the fuck, Nick? What are you doing?”
Ulysses pulls out the Bently car key and opens the car. He grabs Nick and pulls him towards the car.
“Where are we going? I need to explain.”
“No, you don’t,” Ulysess replies pulling Nick in the car.
“I am taking you home.”
Jodie watches her Bentley roar down the drive from her bedroom window.
“Looks like Nick has gone,” Jodie says.
“I am going to call a taxi,” Amanda says.
“Why don’t you pick out a dress, lord knows I have enough you can choose from. We can then go downstairs and forget about Nick.”
“Ok, I do need a drink.”
“Fuck, you have a lot of clothes,” Amanda says as Jodie takes into her wardrobe, which is basically the same size as her bedroom.
“Peak of being a model, wait until you see the shoe room,” Jodie says.
Amanda pulls out a fairly long jade dress and Jodie pulls out a light blue mini dress off its hanger.
“I don’t have any fresh underwear I can give you though,” Jodie says.
“It’s ok, I’ll go without.”
Amanda drops her towel and takes off her wet clothes. She dries herself off and slides her body into the jade dress. Jodie does the same and gets Amanda to do up her zip.
“Now for some shoes. Size 7, right?”
Amanda nods.
“Same as me. Sandals or shoes?”
“Maybe sandals if you have some,” Amanda says.
“I think I have a pair or two,” Jodie says laughing.
Amanda excitedly follows Jodie to the next room. She had almost forgotten about Nick already.
Jodie’s shoe room was a sight to behold, wall-to-wall designer shoes; sandals, stilettos everything was catered for. There were hundreds of pairs displayed eloquently in see-through wall compartments.
Amanda points out some grey-heeled sandals.
“Can I wear these, please?”
Jodie opens their case and pulls them out.
Amanda sits down and Jodie slides the heels on her feet. They look great against her black toenails.
“Wait,” Jodie gets up and walks over to her cabinet.
She comes back with a gold toe ring and anklet, these will look great on your feet too.
She pushes the ring on Amanda’s index toe and does up the clasp of the gold anklet around the ankle of her opposite leg, before finishing doing up her sandals.
Jodie spies a pair of white high heel sandals she hasn’t worn for a while and pulls them out.
“Here, let me,” Amanda says giving Jodie the same service and slipping her feet into the heels.
The ladies tart up their hair and head downstairs to get a drink. Amanda stays the rest of the evening and feels free with the wind tickling her pussy. It hadn’t turned out as planned but she was making the best of it.
After she wiped Nick’s cum off her feet, Maud disappeared in an Uber; she knew she is going to get some words from her niece at some point.
The morning sunshine was beautiful, and the sun was bouncing off the tables as Amanda sat cross-legged waiting. It had been a few weeks since Jodie’s party and she had only just about recovered. She spies the conspicuous orange Bentley pull-up in the car park.
Jodie walks through the restaurant in a pink and white striped summer dress with white stilettos, the ladies peck on the cheek and Jodie joins Amanda on the veranda.
“Prosecco or coffee?” Amanda asks.
“Coffee, I am driving myself at the moment.”
“What happened to Ulysses?” Amanda asks.
“He left to work with his brother,” Jodie answers as the ladies order.
“That’s a shame, he’s a good guy.”
“Yes, he is. You should also know I am without an assistant, I let Nick go after everything that happened.”
“I know, he has been in contact, he feels bad about what happened and wanted to get back with me, but I am not going there again. I am enjoying being single again.”
Amanda sits in a white skirt, lilac top, and purple mules. She uncrosses her legs and shows Jodie a view up her skirt.
“I haven’t worn underwear since the party. I feel so liberated. I literally had sex in a nightclub toilet cubicle last night when a guy found out I was naked down there.”
“It’s why I do it, you have a great-looking pussy, Amanda,” Jodie says admiring her labia.
“I want to go out tonight in a short dress and really push the envelope. Want to come?” Amanda says running her hands along Jodie’s bare legs.
“Absolutely,” Jodie smiles.
Amanda’s hand keeps going, Jodie naturally isn’t wearing underwear either. She lets Amanda reach her shaved snatch and lightly stroke it.
The ladies enjoy their drinks and lunch and plan the evening ahead. Amanda gets the bill as a ‘thank you’ for Jodie saving her the other Saturday. Her first impression had been so wrong about the ‘It’ girl.
