Samantha takes a position as James's personal assistant and things seem to be going smoothly until she manages to convince James she is madly in love with him. She's so much younger than he is, and hits on his daughter Melanie, who is convinced Samantha is only after her father's fortune.
Fracturing his happy family does not affect Samantha at all, so Melanie takes it upon herself to find something incriminating about her. After snooping in Samantha's old room, she discovers a journal from Samantha's younger days that doesn’t paint the picture of innocence she wants to portray ...
I, like the others, had enjoyed Samantha’s company immensely. I’d loved being with her. She made me feel special, and for a while I thought we could be more than just friends. I wasn’t sure if she knew I was a lesbian. I thought she’d pick up on it as I never went out with guys.
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We had both enjoyed swimming laps in the pool one summer night, and decided to hit the sauna. We stripped off our bathers, and as there happened to be no towels about, we giggled at our nudity, hoping no one would spring us as we locked the sauna door.
It was very steamy in there, so being naked was no big deal, but seeing Samantha like that, her perfect body lying on one of the benches had me desperately wanting to part her legs and nuzzle into her pussy. I could feel the juices building up in me as I gazed over at her. She lifted a hand and absently stroked her belly and then upwards to circle a breast.
I gazed longingly, desperate to make a move, to show her my intent, but was afraid of rejection. I thought she was watching me through hooded eyes and after a while she rose and threw some water on the heated rocks. As the stream rose, she sat beside me.
“Phew, it’s so hot, isn’t it?” she said.
“Hmm,” was all I managed.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her hand coming to my shoulder.
“Yeah, of course I am,” I whispered as her fingers danced down my back and then returned to my shoulder.
I sat there, my legs like jelly, waiting, hoping for her to make a move.
“I love being here,” she said, “we’re so lucky.”
Her fingers now strayed down toward my breast and lightly played along my fevered flesh. She was staring at me, her lips parted, her fingers now stroking more firmly. I leaned in toward her and lightly brushed my lips against hers. She responded with such passion, pulling me into her embrace, kissing me wildly while her fingers roamed down my abdomen and between my thighs.
Wild for her, I opened my thighs wide, taking her hand and allowing her to enter me. Oh, the sensation, the absolute intensity I felt at that very moment will be one I’ll never forget. Just writing about it has me throbbing with lust.
