J Watson - In the widow_s panties

Judy Roberts did not like the idea of going to Bill Weatherby for help. Bill Weatherby had been a friend of her husband's but she had never cared for him much. He had roaming eyes and roaming hands. Still, he was the one who had been kind to her after her husband's death.

She was thinking that perhaps she had been wrong about Bill. Maybe he was a nice guy. She just didn't like the way he looked at her.

Judy's husband had only been dead six months and it was tough on a young woman. Judy was only twenty and she was really gorgeous. She had long black hair, a slender waist, and tits and an ass that looked delicious.

Her figure had always caused trouble for Judy. She had always been chased after, and boys seemed to think she knew more about sex than she really did.

Actually, she had always been very shy, and her husband had been the first man to really understand her and fuck her.

Now Ron was dead and Judy was in deep financial trouble.

She hadn't understood how deep in debt Ron had been until she suddenly found that her credit had gone sour and there were more bills than she could pay. She needed a job but she had never worked. She had married Ron right out of high school and they had been very happy for five years. Now she found that she really couldn't do anything.

Her only choice was Bill, but she still hated the idea.

She dressed in a conservative way for her meeting with him that morning. In fact, she dressed almost plainly in a tweed skirt and high-necked blouse. She didn't want Bill to get any ideas. She was just going to interview for a job and that was all.

Bill had a huge law firm downtown and was a very busy man. Judy was surprised when his young, attractive secretary hurried her in right away.

Bill was dressed in a suit that must have been worth three hundred dollars or more. His office was plush and expensive looking. There was soft music being piped in by a speaker somewhere. Even Ron had not had an office this fancy, and Ron had liked to live nice.

"Hi, Judy," Bill said. "It's been a few weeks. How are you getting along now?"

"That's what I've come to talk to you about," Judy answered.

"I see," Bill said.

Bill looked at her like a cat looking at a mouse as she sat down in a chair and crossed her silken knees. She still didn't like the way Bill looked at her, that she was desperate. She needed some kind of job and Bill could help her. She was sure of that.

"I guess the money is almost gone," Bill said.

"It is gone," she said.

Bill shook his head sadly. "You just couldn't tell Ron about money. He had to do things his own way all the time. He's left you pretty seriously in debt."

"Yes."

"I see. And now you want me to help you?"

"I thought you could give me some sort of job," Judy said.

"What can you do?" Bill asked. "Do you type or take shorthand? Are you good with numbers?"

"No," she admitted.

"What have you done? Any work experience?"

"Nothing," she admitted. "I've never done anything but be a good wife for Ron."

"I'm sure you were very good at that," Bill said. "You have all the right qualifications. However, I already have a wife and I don't know of anyone else who's interested."

"I didn't come here to get married," she said. "I need a job working somewhere. Everybody wants money and I don't have any. I don't know what to do."

She had the feeling that Bill was going to turn her head and she didn't know what to do. She could always go home and move in with her mother. But her home life had never been good. Her stepfather also had roaming eyes. He had gotten her alone a couple of times. He had practically mauled her tits one day, and she had been so frightened that she had never told her mother.

"What can I do?" Bill asked. "I could give you a loan."

"That wouldn't help," Judy said desperately. "Isn't there something I can do to make a living."

Bill seemed to think about it a moment. He looked her up and down.

"You know," he said. "There is a place where we could put you. If you're willing."

"Where?" she asked.

"We own a model agency. Just a small place that does select bits for individual clients. You might fit right in."

"A model," she said.

"It pays very well. Of course, you have to have the right kind of figure for it."

"I've kept myself in good shape," she said. "That's right," he said. "I've noticed. But you might be a little heavy on top."

"I'm not that heavy," she said. "Ron never complained."

"A man would never complain about a pair of tits like you've got," Bill said. "Never."

She had never had that word used about her before. She thought about getting up and walking out. She didn't. Then she knew the moment had passed and that something had changed between them.

"Maybe we can work something out," Bill suggested softly.

Bill got up and walked to his office door. He closed it and locked it with a soft click. She felt her heart pounding a little faster.

"What are you doing?"

"I wouldn't want anybody to walk in," Bill said. "It might make you shy. You see, I have to examine the merchandise before I sell it to the clients."

"I don't know what you mean," she said.

"Sure you do, baby," Bill said.

Bill was behind her. She could hear his heavy breathing in her ear. She didn't turn. She didn't move as he leaned over and kissed her neck gently. His teeth nipped. One of his hands gripped her shoulder. His hot hand moved down from her shoulder and across the slope of one tit.

She knew the moment to resist had come and gone, and she wasn't going to stop him. She couldn't. She felt almost relaxed as his hand gripped her shapely tit. After all, this was what Ron had always said she was fantastic at. She was fantastic at fucking.

"You surprise me," Bill said. "No protests. I remember you looked down your nose at me for a while. You used to laugh at me. Didn't you?"

"No," she protested.

"Oh yes you did. Now it's my turn to laugh, baby. I'm going to fuck your ass off and you're not going to protest at all. Just because I'm the man with the power."

She closed her eyes as he tugged her blouse out of her skirt. She kept telling herself that she wanted him to stop. She didn't like the tingly sensation going through her body.

"How long's it been since you've had a good cock, baby," he said. "I bet you haven't had any since Ron died."

"No," she admitted.

"Damn, what a piece of ass and all mine," Bill said.

He tugged her blouse all the way out. His hand touched her bare belly. He moved his hand up her belly to her bra. Her tits felt suddenly hot and swollen. His fingers moved over her bra-covered tits. He couldn't get enough of touching her.

"I've dreamed about this for a long fucking time," he told her.

He kissed her neck again. She turned her head. His mouth covered hers and his tongue started stabbing into her mouth. She tasted his tongue deep, and she started pushing hers back against his. She told herself that she was only doing it for his pleasure, to make him give her what she wanted.

The truth was that she had always thought Bill a sexy man. Perhaps her feeling for him was what bothered her so much. He was sliding his hand around her back and undoing her bra.

"I want to let these big tits free, baby," he said.

Judy shivered as he unhooked her bra. He unbuttoned the rest of her blouse down the front and pulled it apart. He made her slide it off her shoulder. Her bra dropped to the floor. He walked around to her front and looked down at her naked tits. She wanted to cover them with her hands but she did not. She didn't think it made any sense.

"Beautiful," he said. "What a beautiful fucking pair. You've really got a nice-looking pair of tits."