Fishing trip with your boss

You're **** for more, maybe recklessly so. You want some more alone time with Jeff. You want some more of his cock. It might be a big risk that could expose your little secret, but you can't help it. You've unlocked a part of yourself that has been hidden and dormant.

So of course you lie. You tell Susan that your boss has scheduled a last minute fishing trip and has more or less ordered you to go along. She's not happy, but what can you do? You also have to tell her that there is no cell service where you are going, so you may be out of touch.

The night before your "trip," you carefully shave your face and legs, making sure they are as smooth as possible.

On Friday, the day you are supposed to meet Jeff, you drive to a mall in a nearby town where you are unlikely to encounter anyone you know. You browse through a couple of the hot teen shops, asking the clerk, who looks at you a bit suspiciously, for help picking out a couple of outfits for your daughter's birthday, including a pair of pajamas.

With that completed, you stop at an electronic kiosk and buy a prepaid cell phone, then head to Victoria's Secret to buy some sexy underwear for your "wife."

You then drive back to a mall closer to home, try to slip into a one person family restroom as inconspicuously as possible and slip into your best Susan outfit, which is tight jean shorts and a loose blouse.

You check yourself in the mirror and are still shocked by how young you look.

With that done you stash your personal cell and clothes in your car, dial the number Jeff gave you on your new burner phone.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Morgan?" you say in your best teenage girl voice.

"Yes, this is Jeff Morgan."

"Mr. Morgan, its Susan, Tina's friend," you tell him.

"Hey Susan, nice to hear from you but Tina's gone to her mothers for the weekend."

"Oh, my parents are having people over and I was hoping to crash with her."

Jeff is silent for a moment, and you can imagine his thoughts. He is on the phone with what he thinks is his daughter's barely legal teenage friend. The same friend that sucked him off earlier that week. She's legal...but is it really worth the risk? If he got caught banging a teenage girl, his reputation would be shot.

"Oh..." he stuttered.

"Could I maybe crash on your couch?"

"Well...I suppose..."

"I promise I don't bite...unless you're into that."

"Uh..."

"Come on," you push. "All week long, all I could think about was how your cock tasted. I know you liked how it felt in my mouth."

"Well...I did, Susan, but I don't know if we should really be doing this," he said.