Summary of this Story:

Jean and Alan left the Vegas suite after Kraft Dinner and hot dogs, their laughter echoing over paper plates. We walked Fremont Street’s neon chaos, where old colleagues Bill and Pearl spotted Alan, teasing his “folded firm.” Back home, Jean’s sheer top tempted me constantly. We viewed riverside mansions in Jeremy’s car, five bedrooms, panoramic water views seduced us first. Jean’s braless sway distracted the agent perfectly. Our offer landed: eight percent off, possession tomorrow. In her car parked by the river house, Alan commanded her first masturbation, her wet panties darkening as she fingered herself to a groaning climax. Then she sucked him savagely, cum dripping down her chin. Jean orchestrated the frantic move-in amid delivery trucks, embracing her slut role. That night, we shared my bed chastely, her tit in my hand, tension building toward her virginity’s surrender.

Here is your Story: Jean and Alan’s Riverside Awakening

Jean Sullivan Part 2

Jean and Alan Forge Ahead

Chapter 4

She sat quietly while they drove back to the hotel. Once there and inside the suite, she announced she was heading for a shower. Alan started supper. Kraft Dinner and hot dogs. Simple and fast. He poured them both some orange juice from the fridge and set the table with paper plates.

Jean had finished her shower. She came out and stood beside the counter in a sheer see-through top and a skirt. Alan looked her up and down. “Holy cow. You are so hot.” He took her in his arms and kissed her. “You’re going to make me burn supper. It’s a gourmet treat. Sit and I’ll bring it.”

He brought her plate. “Alan, this looks just like Kraft Dinner and hot dogs. I never knew there was a gourmand version.” Jean giggled.

“Yes, I had to search half of Ohio for the ingredients.” They both laughed.

They had a quiet night looking out the window and chatting. Sharing stories.

“I have a question. You were left as a foundling. Were you ever in a position to find one on the steps?” he asked.

“Yes actually. More than once.”

“Did you ever meet the moms after? Get their story? Being from that background yourself I wondered how you felt? Did you hate them?” He asked.

“Oh gosh not at all. It was nearly always the same pattern. Teen mom. No family support, no finances. They were doing the best thing they could for the baby. We tried to help.” Jean said.

“I’m a hell of a guy for questions. What if you met up with your mom? Would you hate her?” he asked.

“No. I’m at a stage in my life where I understand. I guess I’d like to know all about her. Her family, my family I guess.” Jean said thoughtfully.

“Hey, let’s go for a walk down the Fremont Street Experience? Bright lights and crazy. Would you like that?” he asked.

“We could certainly stand to lighten the mood, so let’s go!” She said merrily.

Neon Lights and Old Friends

Alan called an Uber. Parking near the Strip wasn’t for the faint-hearted or people with brand new vehicles. They were dropped off at the top of the street. They strolled down past the haunted houses and the arcades. There was a patio bar and they stopped in for something cold. People watching was always fun, Bud Light bottles sweating on the table. After a while they walked down to the edge of the gorge. He inquired if she would like to do the zip line. She inquired if perhaps he needed a mental check-up.

Halfway back up the hill a couple stopped Alan. “Hey! Alan! How are you? We haven’t seen you since you folded the firm!”

Alan looked a bit sheepish and replied. “Jean, this is Bill and Pearl. We worked together for some time. Jean is the executive assistant in my new business. Excuse us but we have to go, I have folks waiting for me. Let’s catch up another time.”

Jean looked askance at Alan. “Well? Your firm?”

“Someday but not today.” He replied.

Pearl looked at Bill later. “Executive assistant my ass. He’s in love with her and it’s pretty obvious. That’s how you used to look at me when we first met.” Bill agreed. “I wonder if he told her what we used to do. I suspect not and I have a gut feeling we will be hearing from him again.”

“I hope we get invited to the wedding.” Pearl laughed.

Once back in the suite Alan went for a shower and Jean tidied a bit and got ready for bed. He came out and met her in his doorway. “Goodnight, we had a hell of a day.”

“Goodnight” she said and fell into a deep sleep shortly after.

The next morning Jean had food on the table at 7. She was punctual. Alan came to the table dressed professionally in a polo shirt and khakis. She looked at him. “And what does a lady wear to a house viewing?” she inquired.

Alan looked thoughtful. “This might be one of those times for you to leave your bra at home. Having this guy distracted might be just the thing to help us out.”

“And I have to pretend I don’t know he’s leering and be innocent?” She smirked.

“Exactly. A nice top, not see-through, but… um… giggly. And a skirt, but that is for me. I love looking at you.” He smiled.

They took her car to the meeting. The agent was nice and seemed competent. They chatted by the river and agreed to take his car. He surely noticed how she was dressed. Advantage team Jean.

He had 3 viewings arranged. They drove a short distance down the parkway and came to a stunning home. Large windows with a view to the water. The agent, Jeremy, had a key and let them in. They discreetly poked about. 5 bedrooms. 3 car garage. Everything was updated and most things were newer. About 6000 square feet. This would stay on the list.

Next, they came to another property a short distance further south. As they entered the driveway Jean said “STOP!” loudly. She looked at Alan. “This is very similar to my um, former home. I don’t want any reminders of that. Please.”

Alan said to Jeremy, “Drive on. Next?”

The last home was a great deal older. A barn instead of a garage. A paddock for horses. Again, several bedrooms. Very tastefully decorated and updated. Jeremy was doing his best to check out Jean’s chest and not get caught. Jean was having a great time discreetly letting her tits sway.

Once back in the car Jeremy drove them back to Jean’s car. They said they would be in touch shortly with their thoughts. Alan said to her “Let’s grab lunch and figure this out.” Then he reached over and stroked her nipple.

“You’re going to make me drive into the river!!” she said.

There was a fairly classy restaurant nearby. Somewhat dim. Tablecloths. “It’s romantic.” said Jean.

“It certainly is. So, tell me your pick. The wanna-be convent is off the list. That leaves the other two. Do you like horses?” He asked her.

“I’m sure they are wonderful mammals but I don’t see myself in rubber boots mucking out a stall. I liked the first place. Easy to maintain. Large rooms. We would have to get some interior decoration done. Beautiful view of the water. What do you think?” she asked.

“Totally agree. Older homes can hide a lot of maintenance drama and at this stage in my life I’m not up to it. There are so many other ways to spend our time.” As he said this, he was rubbing her leg under the table. She slipped off her shoe, reached her leg out under the table, discreetly stroked his dick.

“Two can play at that game, we’ll get kicked out of here before they bring our food.” They both rearranged themselves and went back to talk about what they liked about the house. Their food came. It was really good, veal parmigiana was a favorite they both enjoyed.

Once they were done, they drove back and parked in the driveway of the home they liked. Looking it over they started making straw plans. Gardening ideas. Window coverings. There was a 3-car garage attached and quite a large shed in the back. They had seen the large patio behind the home and it was both sunny and private. There was also a balcony off the master bedroom out front. That had sold Alan right off the bat.

He had Jean call Jeremy and announce their choice. After talking to Alan they agreed to put in an offer 10% less than the asking price, and they wanted the appliances thrown in. “Call us later with a response, ok?” said Jean and hung up.

Jean looked at Alan in wonder. “Last week I was looking at sleeping in my car. Now we are making deals for a 5-million-dollar house.”

Alan responded. “You realize it’s the same for me, right? Prior to that ticket, I was hoping to keep my car on the road and pondering returning to work to make ends meet. Now, I’m working a house deal, we have two new vehicles. And I’m sitting in a car with the most beautiful woman I ever met.”

She leaned over and kissed him. “We had a saying at the convent. Sometimes God smiles and brings the right people together at the right time. He must be smiling now.” she said.

“So now what?” he asked. “The fact is, now that we are done buying stuff, we have to move on. We have all afternoon. There’s no one I would rather spend it with than you. Am I going too fast? I mean, should I really be this involved with an employee? What if you report me to the labor board for sexual harassment???” He laughed.

Jean gave him a side eye. “You realize I’m still a virgin, right?”

“Oh I know all right. I want it to be special. Perfect. I’m not fond of sex in a bedroom. It seems contrived. We could do it anywhere. Here, now. I want it to be better than that for both of us. If you have some ideas, put them out there. Right now, I have nothing.” He said.

“I was thinking the same thing. Something to remember forever. Passionate sex with my boss.” and she giggled.

“Jean, you said you have never masturbated? Is that right?” He asked.

“Never. But I sure wanted to. When I was in my teens, I sure said a lot of prayers. I really don’t even know how.” She said.

“Well, with most of us guys, it’s a regular thing.” He said.

She sat back in her seat and looked out the window as she thought. “Jean, recline your seat a bit. And pull your skirt up above your waist.” He demanded. “Now spread your legs.” He said.

Jean did as she was told. “This is so slutty. I’m such a tramp.”

“Now undo your shirt and pull it right open.” He ordered.

“What if someone comes by and sees!” She said, and she undid her shirt. Her nipples were hard and she was breathing deeper.

“Then they are going to see my slut at her very best. I don’t care. You make me crazy. Now put your hand on your pussy. And the other one on your tit. Rub your pussy for me.” He said.

Jean slouched a bit more in her seat and did as he said. Her panties were getting visibly wet. She moaned quietly. “I’ve never felt myself up before. This is so erotic. I feel so dirty doing this right out here.” She was pulling at her nipple as she stroked her pussy.

“Faster” was all he said. She started to go faster. Pulling her nipples harder. When she looked over, he had taken out his cock and was stroking it. This made her stroke herself harder. She pushed her underwear out of the way and put a finger in herself. She was gently humping it.

“Oh Alan I’m going to cum!!!” She humped her hand and came loudly with a groan.

He reached over and took her by the hair and dragged her head into his lap. “Suck!!”

“What if someone sees?!” She moaned.

“Then they will know I’m with the prettiest cocksucker in the world.” He thrust his cock into her mouth. He began to savagely fuck her mouth as he held her head. She was screaming around his dick. After a moment he plunged his cock deep in her throat and came a torrent. She knew now to swallow it.

He let her go and she fell back into her seat. Cum running down her chin. She was breathing hard. Alan had his eyes closed recovering.

“Wanna go furniture shop?” she said after she got her breath back.

“We are going to go into that store, and only you and I will know that my cum is in your stomach. Oh, and you might want to put down your skirt and do up your shirt. A bit anyhow.” He laughed.

Jean was starting to embrace the slut lifestyle. She loved pleasing him. The attention she got from men wasn’t hard to take either. The store was only ten minutes away, a big Ethan Allen showroom off the highway. As they walked through, they both came to the same conclusion. You can’t put cheap furniture into a mansion. They left knowing they needed a new plan.

As they headed back Alan’s phone rang. “Bingo!” Said Helga from the other end.

“Just identified? Do you have more information?” he asked.

“Not yet. I wanted your permission for the next step and how to proceed.” She said.

“Get closer. Find out if this will be drama. Character, personality. Do you know what city?” he asked. “Port Dover of all places. Not that far anyhow.” she said.

“Good so far, next step approved. Keep me posted.” Replied Alan.

“Now I’m not being nosey, but that didn’t sound like a coworker. That sounded like a subordinate. What did you used to do before?” Jean asked.

“Oh hmm. Well, I sold tractors. They still ask me for advice. Tractors are expensive and negotiations can be fussy” he said.

A moment later Jean began to sniff around the car as far as she could reach while driving. “What is it?” He said.

“I’m not a country girl, so I can’t say for sure, but I think I smell bullshit.” She smirked.

Alan chuckled. “Someday I’ll tell you, not today.”

As they drove, she asked what he wanted for supper. “Gee, I don’t know. Lunch was filling. Any idea?” he asked.

“How would you like a grocery store chicken? Simple easy. We can get some sides to go with it. Maybe some ice cream?”

“I love you, oh, I meant I love how you think, let’s do it.” He looked out the window. Jean studied him carefully for a moment. “Hmph.” was all she said.

Once they were done at the grocery store they headed back to the suite. A call came in from Jeremy. “The deal for the appliances is fine, can you live with an 8% reduction?” Alan had his phone on speaker so Jean could listen. He looked askance at her.

“It’s still very reasonable. How soon could we take possession?” she asked.

Jeremy said. “It’s actually an estate sale. The parents passed in long term care so it’s empty as you saw.”

Alan thought for a moment. “How about this. Sold, but I want to move in tomorrow. Until the lawyers and paperwork is done, can we approach the owners for a short-term rental? I’m tired of the suite. I want to be in a house. Do you agree Jean?”

“Yes, I’ve had experiences in the elevator that were stressful.” She said with a straight face.

“I’ll get back to you,” said Jeremy.

“Ok dear assistant. You’re going to have to scramble. If they say yes. You have to arrange enough immediate furniture to keep us until the sale is complete. We will need food. You can have it delivered. Sundries like towels and toilet paper. Do your best to think of everything you can. I’ll arrange my personal items to be hauled over. We have to make arrangements for both vehicles. We can use my truck to bring things as required. Mostly I’m just going to watch and not interfere. Maybe I can make you sandwiches. Oh, and I guess I have to find a 5-million-dollar cash outlay.” And he giggled.

Jean’s mind was racing. This was the real deal. Could she handle it? All she said was “I’ll do it.”

As they drove both lost in their thoughts Alan had his hand in her shirt and was gently fondling her tit. “You know you’re playing with my tit right?” she said.

He looked over at her. “You’re welcome.” and he laughed.

They arranged supper together. Made calls and lists. She had earlier taken off her top. He never tired of looking at her body. It was all he could do to concentrate on the things they were discussing. The chicken was delicious, skin crackling under fork tines.

In the early evening Jeremy called back. “It’s a go. They said you have to arrange your own furniture and such. Your own cable. All of that. They are just letting you use the building. Is that ok?”

“Jean?” said Alan. “Can you do it?”

“Bring it on. I’ll handle it.” She replied confidently.

“Who are you arranging financing through?” asked Jeremy.

“No one. I’ll just bring you a cheque as soon as the bank can cut one.” Said Alan.

To his credit, Jeremy had dealt with weird rich people before. “Ok. I’ll text you the details you need. By the way, the key is in the shed on the top shelf of the grey cabinet.”

“We did it. This is a go. By this time next week, we can relax and enjoy what we’ve done.” He said.

He was standing in the kitchen and Jean came up to him with a funny look in her eye. She grabbed him by the lapels and shoved him against the counter. He just stared at her.

“So you know, I’m fully aware I’m doing this for my job, but, I’m putting all I have into this for you. I’ve fallen in… um…. like.. with you.” She said. And then she gave him the most passionate kiss he had ever had in his life up to that point. She stepped away, looked him in the eye then headed off for a shower.

Alan was just stunned.

Chapter 5

They both fell asleep quickly. Alan was up at 5. He gathered what personal items he had and bagged them beside the elevator. There wasn’t a lot. Shaving kit and some clothes. Jean wasn’t far behind him. She also didn’t have a lot either. Her clothing purchases mostly.

He had the front desk run up a luggage cart. They both had a final look at the wonderful view and headed down. It was nice while it lasted. He left the front desk a nice tip, a twenty folded into the guy’s palm.

They loaded up their respective vehicles and headed…. home. It was about a 20-minute trip south. Jean went and found the key and opened the house.

“By the way, did you know we have a swimming pool? I’ll have to get you half a bathing suit” and he laughed.

She looked at him. “I never thought I’d say this, but I like being your slut.” She said.

Alan went through the house throwing open every window he could find. A closed house can be so musty, dust kicking up from sills. The more he saw of the place the better he liked it. The panoramic view of the river was stunning.

Jean was earning her pay. Her phone was just burning up the airwaves. On more than one occasion he heard the statement, “and how much do you want to get it here this morning?” but for the most part he kept out of her way.

The fridge and stove both worked. Nice stainless-steel units. He took some time and made them eggs and toast. He dragged Jean into the kitchen. They had to eat off the countertops as there was no table yet. But they were both ok with that.

Trucks started to arrive just after lunch. In short order the place was survivable. Tables, chairs, furnishings and groceries. Alan spent the day exploring. Planning. The office would have a beautiful view of the river. He was in touch with his stock broker on and off. He met up with Jean at lunch. He had made some simple sandwiches.

“Do you think it’s an idea to get in a cleaning crew?” He asked.

“Oh yes please. This is a big place and it was long neglected. Can you find someone?” she asked.

“Sure! For a moment I was afraid I’d have to help.” And he laughed.

As the comings and goings happened, he noticed that the delivery people were enjoying looking at her body. Couldn’t blame them for that. She had on yoga shorts that were skin tight and a sports bra. You could see her nipples through the material. Alan loved it. Jean was laser focused and making it all happen.

By supper she was exhausted. The place was in the best possible shape as could be expected for a commando move. A table had come with the surge. He had ordered food from a local fast-food place by a delivery service. Burgers and fries would have to do for now.

About 7 he saw Jean carrying a blanket and pillow to the door. “Where the heck are you going with that?” he asked.

“The second bed couldn’t be delivered today. I’ll just sleep in my car.” she said and turned to the door.

Alan walked over and spun her around. He took the blanket and pillow and threw them to one side. He put his arms around her. “Listen lady. Very soon. I’m going to take your virginity. That will be the final step to ownership. That is simply going to happen and you know it. After all we have done so far there should be no doubt. It will be beyond sex and I’m sure you know that too. Tonight, we are going to share my bed. It will be boss and employee, ok?”

Jean didn’t know what to say. He kissed her and went to do other things. Jean just stood there for a while taking in the thought.

Later that night they went to bed. He lifted the covers to let her slide in beside him. She got in and he wrapped his arms around her and grabbed hold of her tit. It felt so right. They both fell asleep quickly.

The next morning, they had a quick breakfast and took stock. The house was now livable. Functional. The place had 5 bedrooms. He asked Jean her plans. She said just his and hers could be made up. Alan told her to set up all 5. He said you never know when you’re going to get company and he smirked. She thought to herself, now what was he up to.

They had agreed to hire an interior decorator to help pick out furnishings and window coverings. The main living room had a nice fireplace. Jean wiped burger grease from her thumb on a napkin from the fast-food bag. The grease left a shiny smear on the thin paper, crinkling as she balled it up. Alan watched from the doorway, sipping cold coffee from a Styrofoam cup. Trucks rumbled off down the driveway, gravel popping under tires. She tossed the napkin into the empty bag, the fries’ salt scent hanging in the air still. He set his cup down on the mantel with a soft clunk. “Tomorrow we start decorating for real.” Jean nodded, folding her arms across her sports bra, nipples still faintly outlined against the damp fabric from the day’s sweat.