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his body. His nose was noble, strong without one kink in it. His jaw was square and with a hint of facial stubble. The chest, not huge, was perfectly formed, with the pectoral muscles jutting out prominently. His waist was slim, and she squirmed as she followed the faint trace of hair leading down to his navel, situated in the centre of a set of flat and flawless abdominal muscles. The heat in her pussy was building, and she caught her breath. She prevented herself from licking her lips as she only wondered what delights the towel concealed.
"Hank was wondering if you would like to join us for breakfast," she asked, her gaze moving from the towel to his piercing blue eyes.
Richard's heart rate had increased significantly under her inspection. He felt his cheeks flush in awkward discomfiture.
"That would be great," were the only words that he could force out of his mouth.
"Okay we will be in the dining room when you're ready," she replied, her eyes drifting down once again to his towel. A grin crossed her face.
Closing the door, Richard walked across to the wardrobe. Pulling the door towards him, he retrieved a dark suit, white shirt and tie. Hanging them on the top of the door, he pulled out a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. He shook his head as he ran the towel over his body drying off the excess water. Had Clarissa really been checking him out? He dismissed the thought, putting the whole thing down to his overly active sexual imagination.
After making his way downstairs, Richard entered the spacious dining room. The room itself had a high ceiling with a crystal chandelier at its centre. A bit ostentatious for a group of three, he thought to himself. Hank and his family were already seated, chatting amongst themselves.
Hank rose from his seat and pulled back a chair for Richard to take. Richard nodded in appreciation, and wished both Pandora and Clarissa good morning.
"What will you have for breakfast, then?" Hank asked
"A full English, if there is one going" Richard replied, never being shy at coming forward.
"No problem at all. I'll tell the chef." With that, he left the room.
There was an uncomfortable silence as the two women and Richard waited for Hank’s return. Pandora would give him a sly glance, a smirk crossing her mouth. At last, the silence was broken as Hank strolled back into the room. He carried a plate heaped with bacon, sausage, egg, tomatoes and baked beans. Placing it down in front of Richard, he took his chair once again.
Picking up his knife and fork, Richard began to devour the mountain of food. The exertions he had expended with Pandora, and then the run with Hank had left him needing to top up his energy levels. He placed the first fork into his mouth, and as he did Hank spoke up.
"You must have really impressed my daughter yesterday. It was her idea to invite you to breakfast. She doesn't normally take easily to people, so you must be doing something right"
Richard almost choked on the sausage he had placed in his mouth.
"She is a lovely young woman. You must be really proud," Richard said, trying to sound genuine.
Pandora tittered, and fluttered her eyelashes at him. Then Richard felt a foot stroke the inside of his inner thigh. He surreptitiously looked under the table, to see Pandora's outstretched leg. She had kicked off her shoe, and her toes were attempting to find his crotch. Richard shifted in his seat, causing the foot to fall to the floor. Pandora's face twisted, her eyes wide open. It was a warning, thought Richard. She meant to use him at every opportunity.
The remainder of breakfast was taken up with small talk and current affairs. Richard still felt uncomfortable with Pandora's scathing looks. He was thankful when Hank stood and said he was going to his office. This was his cue to make a rapid escape. Excusing himself, he headed out the door in search of Rob.
The team room was empty except for Rob pondering over a map laid out on the table. He was in deep
"Hank was wondering if you would like to join us for breakfast," she asked, her gaze moving from the towel to his piercing blue eyes.
Richard's heart rate had increased significantly under her inspection. He felt his cheeks flush in awkward discomfiture.
"That would be great," were the only words that he could force out of his mouth.
"Okay we will be in the dining room when you're ready," she replied, her eyes drifting down once again to his towel. A grin crossed her face.
Closing the door, Richard walked across to the wardrobe. Pulling the door towards him, he retrieved a dark suit, white shirt and tie. Hanging them on the top of the door, he pulled out a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. He shook his head as he ran the towel over his body drying off the excess water. Had Clarissa really been checking him out? He dismissed the thought, putting the whole thing down to his overly active sexual imagination.
After making his way downstairs, Richard entered the spacious dining room. The room itself had a high ceiling with a crystal chandelier at its centre. A bit ostentatious for a group of three, he thought to himself. Hank and his family were already seated, chatting amongst themselves.
Hank rose from his seat and pulled back a chair for Richard to take. Richard nodded in appreciation, and wished both Pandora and Clarissa good morning.
"What will you have for breakfast, then?" Hank asked
"A full English, if there is one going" Richard replied, never being shy at coming forward.
"No problem at all. I'll tell the chef." With that, he left the room.
There was an uncomfortable silence as the two women and Richard waited for Hank’s return. Pandora would give him a sly glance, a smirk crossing her mouth. At last, the silence was broken as Hank strolled back into the room. He carried a plate heaped with bacon, sausage, egg, tomatoes and baked beans. Placing it down in front of Richard, he took his chair once again.
Picking up his knife and fork, Richard began to devour the mountain of food. The exertions he had expended with Pandora, and then the run with Hank had left him needing to top up his energy levels. He placed the first fork into his mouth, and as he did Hank spoke up.
"You must have really impressed my daughter yesterday. It was her idea to invite you to breakfast. She doesn't normally take easily to people, so you must be doing something right"
Richard almost choked on the sausage he had placed in his mouth.
"She is a lovely young woman. You must be really proud," Richard said, trying to sound genuine.
Pandora tittered, and fluttered her eyelashes at him. Then Richard felt a foot stroke the inside of his inner thigh. He surreptitiously looked under the table, to see Pandora's outstretched leg. She had kicked off her shoe, and her toes were attempting to find his crotch. Richard shifted in his seat, causing the foot to fall to the floor. Pandora's face twisted, her eyes wide open. It was a warning, thought Richard. She meant to use him at every opportunity.
The remainder of breakfast was taken up with small talk and current affairs. Richard still felt uncomfortable with Pandora's scathing looks. He was thankful when Hank stood and said he was going to his office. This was his cue to make a rapid escape. Excusing himself, he headed out the door in search of Rob.
The team room was empty except for Rob pondering over a map laid out on the table. He was in deep
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