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Amelia fidgeted with her reading glasses while she gazed out her large office window 14 storeys above street level in the financial sector. Watching the snowfall as it intensified outside. Even on a day like today, she dresses elegantly, with a greyish-black cowl sweater, long sleeves, jewelry and a long black skirt that ends at her polished black boots. Her perfume is exotic and faint. Amelia is 47 years old and stunning for her age. She has thick, black and wavy shoulder-length hair, an olive complexion is 5’6 and weighs 115 pounds.

Seven years ago, She inherited a very successful company from her father. Amelia portrays herself as a tough woman, but Samantha and I could always see right through that tough shell. Amelia has had a fairly tough life. Her parents split up early, and she moved between her mother and father as they each moved from state to state, seemingly monthly. Amelia married and divorced her playboy ex-husband, who turned out to be anything but ideal. Then she got saddled with a business she knew nothing about when she went in. However, the joys of Amelia’s life are her two 20-something daughters. One daughter lives in Europe, while the other married an oil worker in Alberta, Canada. She has one, perhaps two grandkids. She rarely gets to see them except for holidays and a week or two during the summer.

Amelia’s voice is smooth and silky, like a radio announcer’s, “Mmm… the storm’s supposed to get pretty bad later on. What do you think of sending everyone home early?”

Samantha, raised by a large, warm and loving family in a small farming community, still has a no-nonsense way about her, “It sounds like a great idea Amelia, it is Friday, however, we better ask them before we send them home.”

“Smart thought Samantha, feel free to find out what they would like to do.”

Samantha, wearing a cream-coloured turtleneck and a long maroon-coloured pencil skirt, stood up from her seat on the couch and headed out the door.

Amelia let out a small sigh, still holding her readers in her hand. She turned her attention back to the window and crossed her arms. She seemed to be distant, deep in thought.

“Amelia, is there something wrong, you seem, I don’t know, nervous or something?” I asked out of concern.

“No, there’s nothing wrong. It’s not the business, there is something else on my mind.” Amelia said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“You’re not sick or something?”

Amelia looked over her shoulder, slightly annoyed and nodded, “No No, nothing like that. I’m wondering, how long have you and Samantha been working here?”

“I’m not entirely sure about Samantha, I think she’s been here 13 years, but I’ve only been here for 6 years, why?.”

“Do you enjoy it here?” Amelia asked as she continued staring out the window.

“Of course, I like to travel, there have certainly been some interesting challenges and I like some of the people I work with.”

“Hmm…would that include Samantha?”

“Yeah, why?”

Amelia turned around, shuffled some paperwork on her desk, then shook her head. “Mmm… no reason really.”

Just then, Samantha returned, “Everyone wants to go home, so I told them they could leave.”

Samantha, my age (41-years-old), is both very competent and exceptionally pretty, with thick, wavy shoulder-length dirty blonde hair. She appears taller because of her high heel boots, yet she is only 5’6, weighs around 115 pounds and is flat-chested.

“Brent, do you still live way out in the country?” Amelia asked.

“Yeah”

Amelia turns to Samantha, “How about you? Do you still take the bus across town?”

“Yeah, I do…why?”

“Brent, you live an hour away, that’s too dangerous for you to drive that far by yourself on a day like this, and Sam, look out there. Those buses won’t be running very much longer. You could get stranded. I want the both of you to stay at my place. I’ll text Randy, my driver. He’ll come and pick us up, we’ll be at my place in a few minutes.”

I piped up, “Amelia, thanks but I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Same here Amelia, I’m a big girl, I’ll be okay.” Sam rubbed Amelia’s shoulder and smiled.

“No…,” Amelia said as she put on her glasses. “Brent, You didn’t ask, but I’m offering, and Samantha, I love you and I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you out there. So, I’m sorry, I’m pulling rank on the both of you.”

Samantha and I smiled at each other and exchanged a sigh; I joked, “Well… we’d better listen to Mom.”

Amelia shook her head, and there was a little chuckle. Then she picked up her phone and texted her driver while we got dressed.

It was an exciting trip to Amelia’s condo that day; buses are notorious for getting stuck first, and a few of them were stranded as we travelled. People were shovelling, pushing stuck cars, you name it, we saw it. Eventually, we arrived at her condominium complex and got out.

“Randy go straight home and stay there with your family, relax and enjoy the time off and I’ll see you on Monday, ankara escort bayanlar Okay?” Amelia encouraged.

“Yes, Ma’am! and thank you.” Amelia closed the car door, and Randy drove off.

It was my first visit to Amelia’s condo, and the first thing that struck me was its size. It was enormous and open. The rustic, old-world design, which appeared to be from the time of Christopher Columbus, was the second thing that struck me.

A tall, slender, dark-haired girl with pixie-style hair in her twenties came, dressed in a black suit jacket, slacks and a white top. “Good morning, Miss Amelia; you left work early… Good morning, Samantha; it’s great to see you again.”

“Nicole, I want you to meet Brent; he and Samantha will be staying with us for the weekend. Could you please prepare April’s room for him when you have a chance?”

“Yes, Miss Amelia. May I take your coats, please?”

Amelia took us to her library, where we sat and talked for a while. Nicole later brought in some tea and biscuits.” “Excuse me Miss Amelia, lunch will be ready soon.”

“Okay, thank you Nicole.”

The three of us talked a bit about the business. Amelia wanted me to research a couple of companies we could do business with in the future.

“I have my laptop, I could get started on that right after lunch.” I informed Amelia.

“Only if you and Samantha work on this together. I’ll get you my internet information.”

“Yes Ma’am,” I answered out of habit.

“Also, Brent, stop with the office formalities, please. Samantha is well aware that I will not accept any of that office attitude here. My name is Amelia, I am your friend first and your boss second. I invited you two here for a reason, yes… part of it was because of the weather, some business, but there’s a bigger reason that has nothing to do with either one. If it works out, it will definitely have an impact on both of your lives, and maybe mine in the future. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

I almost felt like I got a lecture from my old high school principal. I was curious about what she meant by the last comment, and I still couldn’t help but wonder if she was sick or depressed.

After we had lunch, Samantha took out her laptop, and I began researching Amelia’s information on mine. Samantha, Amelia, and I collaborated more closely than we ever did in the office. It seemed as if the three of us knew what the other was thinking and when. To me, this was almost Halloween spooky. Then there was the touching of the hands and holding it for a longer time than was necessary. Samantha often stared into my eyes.

Our touches seemed to be getting more prolonged and more frequent. We began kidding around. Samantha smacked me jokingly after I said something inappropriate. Amelia sat across from us, laughing and smiling as she watched our antics. Suddenly, I began to see Samantha in a whole new light.

Nicole walked in and announced dinner would be ready in half an hour.

“Wow, that was a fun afternoon. I don’t think I enjoyed working that much before.” Amelia laughed.

We stood up and put our laptops away. I sat on the sofa as Amelia and Samantha exited the room.

“Amelia, do you think Brent likes me?” The two ladies stood in the bathroom washing their hands and refreshing their makeup.” I mean, seriously cares about me?”

“Mmm…mmm… I believe he’s had feelings for you for a long time but wasn’t aware of them until this afternoon.” Amelia counselled. “Question is, how do you feel about him?”

“I have always felt strongly about him. He makes me feel good when I have a bad day, he’s encouraging and is happy when I do something big, like win a big new contract.” Samantha explains.

“Well, one of you will have to make the first move, it’s going to have to be a bold move too. Don’t put it off too long, he has another suitor waiting to latch on to him.” Amelia stressed as she dried her hands, gave Samantha a quick peck on her lips, and walked out.

Samantha stopped to wonder who this other suitor could possibly be. Does she know her? Does Brent know her from one of his favourite eating places or the office, perhaps someone from a business trip? Samantha shrugged and headed to the dining room.

We appreciated the relaxed atmosphere of not being at the office, allowing us to talk openly and freely. Samantha and I continued laughing and flirting. Surprisingly, I found her to be more sexually outgoing than I first thought. Amelia, I already knew, was sexually open since we were always able to discuss sexual activities.

After supper, the three of us went our separate ways. I decided to take a quick shower because, knowing women, you’d never get near the bathroom in the morning. After I finished showering, I stepped out and hadn’t dried off yet. Samantha walked in with a towel wrapped around her. She stopped in her tracks and smiled, looked down at my cock, then she flirted. “Oops, I guess I came in at the wrong time.”

“No big deal,” I said as I tried ankara esmer escortlar to grab for a towel, but she was too close to me, and the shelf was a little too high to reach from where I was standing. Being naked in front of her was the least of my worries, but I was concerned about whether she would mind.

So, to kind of cover my ass, sort of speak, I said, “I’m sorry I can’t reach for a towel to cover myself.” It also just happened to be the truth as well.

Samantha flirted seductively. “Mmm… why do you feel the need to cover up?”

Samantha took a step closer, she playfully slipped her towel off, and put it on the sink. Then reached for my cock and got on her knees.” Mmm… your cock looks nice Brent. It’s so big and round.”

Samantha fondled my manhood before tugging and delicately cupping my balls with her soft, tiny feminine hands. Her smooth and silky tongue licked and teased them. She absorbed each small globe and sucked them flawlessly. She nibbled my small head with her delicate lips and her sparkling white teeth. I could feel Samantha’s forgiving flesh in the back of her throat as she slowly swallowed my entire 81/2″ length. She gagged as she took in my cock.

A few seconds later, I started shivering and feeling cold.

“Brent, What’s wrong, why are you shaking like that?”

“It’s January, it’s freezing here, and I didn’t get a chance to dry off before you came in, so now I’m cold.” I said, feeling slightly pissed.

“I’m so sorry, Brent,” Samantha whimpered as she grabbed her towel and started drying me off. She wiped my shoulders first, then my back, my chest and my stomach. Samantha knelt and rubbed my legs and feet, and I stopped shaking reasonably quickly afterwards. She pressed her warm, naked body on my skin. We grinned as we stood gazing into each other’s eyes.

Samantha gently took my hand; with a sexy tilt of her head, she led me to my room, where she closed the door and pushed me down on the bed. She jumped on top of my thigh and slid herself up to where she could comfortably kiss. I gently wrapped my arms around her, caressing and feeling her smooth, warm creamy white skin.

We laughed, giggled and carried on like a couple of teenagers.

Amelia sat in her big, oversized chair, reading, wearing a long greenish-coloured see-through nightgown. Which showed off her medium-sized breasts and her thick hairy muff. A smile completely enveloped her as she listened. She removed her greyish semi-rimmed readers and placed them along with her book down on the chair, and softly stepped to her bedroom door. Amelia tiptoed quietly down the narrow corridor to my room. She put her ear to the door and heard giggling, laughing, moaning and slapping sounds in addition to the creaking of the bed. She slowly grasped the doorknob and cautiously pushed the door open just far enough to catch a glimpse of Samantha and me as we made love. Amelia watched with eager anticipation.

Samantha laid on her back with her legs spread as I put my head down and separated her tiny lips. Her freshly waxed, smooth pussy tasted sweet at first, then like a tarty wine. Soon she started squirming and arching her hips in the air. Samantha put her finger in her mouth in the hopes that Amelia wouldn’t hear her ecstatic screams. Unknownst to her, that attempt to hide that she was being a naughty girl in her boss’s apartment was futile. Amelia practically had a bedside seat to Samantha’s naughtiness. Samantha kept striking the bed with her free hand. Several minutes of kissing and tongue play had passed until I finally filled her vagina with my warm semen.

Amelia quickly sneaked back to her room, where she lay in her bed. With her visions of us still fresh in her memory, Amelia’s well-manicured fingers combed through and sometimes pulled at her untamed curly hairs. Then she rubbed her clit vigorously, often inserting fingers into her slippery flesh. She wanted to finish before Samantha came to bed. Amelia grinned to herself as she reflected on her successful day of matchmaking, then turned out the lights and drew the blankets up over her shoulders. Samantha later left my room and headed to Amelia’s, where she quietly and discreetly climbed in next to her. Neither Samantha nor Amelia spoke that night.

I replayed what happened between Samantha and me in my head repeatedly before turning off the lights, rolling over, and falling asleep.

The next morning I peeked out my bedroom window, and the blizzard hadn’t slowed a bit since we left the office yesterday. I got dressed and wandered out to the kitchen, where Nicole was getting ready to prepare breakfast.

“Good morning, Brent; do you want a coffee? I have some freshly brewed coffee and a muffin, which you are more than welcome to take out into the living room.”

“Oh, that sounds great Nicole. Thank you!.”

Nicole handed me the coffee and buttered muffin.

I went out and sat down at a small table beside the window overlooking what would be the pool during the sincan grup yapan escortlar summer months. Something is mesmerizing about watching it snow from a nice warm place, even if it isn’t yours.

Amelia appeared a little while later, draped in her white robe, embellished with tiny maple leaves. She wore it carelessly open, her belt dangled freely at the sides. Amelia had no worries about wearing it that way. She was oblivious to her exposed rounded breasts, her vertically somewhat oval-shaped belly button and her naturally hairy snatch. I couldn’t help but want to pull my pants down and take her right then and there. I’m not sure what was stopping me more, getting caught by Samantha or Amelia being my boss.

Amelia stepped up behind me and masterfully massaged my shoulders and upper back.

“Samantha’s still sleeping, it sounded like you and her were enjoying yourselves last night.”

“Oh, you heard us… I’m sorry,” I said bashfully, not knowing how Amelia would react.

“Brent, don’t be sorry; this is exactly why I brought you two here. I’ve always believed there was something between you and Samantha. I was trying to motivate you two. But watching the two of you last night fucking each other confirmed my feelings. It happened a bit sooner than I had imagined. I wasn’t expecting anything to happen between you two until today.”

“Samantha and I have always had a connection,” I explained casually to Amelia as she continued to massage my shoulder. “Some sort of spark. But for whatever reason she couldn’t seem to express her thoughts or act on them until yesterday afternoon when we were working. I’ve taken her out to dinners, festivals, and even on international business trips as a helper, albeit in different rooms but nothing happened or so I thought.”

Amelia thought aloud, “You know, I don’t think Samantha has had a lot of experience with men. Samantha became my friend first when Dad died and I had to either take over or sell the business. Samantha was my Dad’s, I won’t say lover, but reason for living after my stepmom died. She learned the business from top to bottom. Dad wanted me to take over the business first but trained Samantha in case I couldn’t or wouldn’t. Samantha fought hard for me to be as successful I am and we eventually became more than just friends. That’s why I said yesterday that if she got stranded out in the storm and something happened to her I’d die. I love that crazy nut. She’s competent and strong but she’s still in touch with her inner child.”

“Samantha’s childlike demeanour is something I would love to see.” As I spoke, Amelia pulled out a chair and sat down opposite me.

Amelia confessed. “I wish I was that in touch with my inner kid.”

“Maybe it’s because you never really had the chance to be one yourself.

Amelia paused for a moment, “Mmm…makes sense. Maybe that’s it.”

Amelia and I looked out the window; the snow continued to blow past. There were a few minutes of silence in the conversation as we sat and collected our thoughts.

Amelia spoke softly, “I have a confession to make. I didn’t really need those new businesses, it was an excuse to get you and Samantha working together as closely as possible without being distracted. Get to know one another better.”

“Well… I still love you Amelia and I’m grateful. So we’ll see how she feels about me today.”

“I’ll bet she loves you more today than she did yesterday.” Amelia confided.

Samantha walked in with her eyes squinting, wearing one of Amelia’s robes, her hair looked like a bird’s nest, and she was clutching herself and shivering.

“Oooh… it’s chilly here.” Samantha murmured. Then she noticed Amelia sitting with me at the little table. Her initial thought was to turn and run. She wasn’t sure if Amelia knew about last night and if she did, she was a little scared to hear what Amelia might have to say about it.

“Sam, don’t leave, please come and join us,” Amelia beamed from ear to ear.

Samantha, still shivering, pulled a chair out and sat at the table facing towards the window.

“Wow, it seems you had a wonderful time last night!” Amelia sounded excited.

“Did you hear us? I’m so sorry, I was trying to be extra quiet so you wouldn’t get upset.”

Amelia reached over and hugged Samantha.” Oh honey, I could never get upset with you, or Brent for that matter.”

As Amelia put her arms out to hug Samantha, Amelia’s breasts swayed freely. Her aréoles completely covered the top of her tits almost like a dome, and her nipples looked small and hard.”

“So you’re not mad at me and Brent for having sex last night?”

“No…. don’t be silly, of course not, and I’m hoping you two have a hell of a lot more sex before Monday. That’s why I invited you two here. So you’d get to know Brent better, call it Mother’s intuition. I know I’m not your mom…but I do think a lot of you.

Samantha was relieved, “Ooooh, that’s why. Well, I had no idea how Brent felt about me, until yesterday.”

Samantha turned to me and reasoned, “I tried to get you to notice me hundreds of times. I dressed sexy at work, and when we were in France, I attempted to persuade you to take me to a romantic dinner. Nothing I did seemed to be working. You sure know how to frustrate the hell out of a woman Brent!”

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