Free Jennie's Joy by Kate Britton

He really was attractive, and her eyes showed him she thought so.
    “Thanks for asking me, Geoffrey, but I have a ride picking me up.”
    “Going to the country to visit your friends again, are you?” Geoffrey sighed.
    “Yes, yes I am.”
    “Perhaps you’ll see the actor again, Jennie.”
    “Perhaps, Geoffrey, perhaps I will.”
    Jennie smiled at her boss, a dazzling smile.  He’d never really noticed Jennie’s smile before, just her excellent tits and ass…he couldn’t tear his eyes away from those tits, those nipples rubbing against her blouse. They were very prominent now and he could imagine them, how they’d look, and feel…
    She stretched again.
    Oh my G od, he was getting hard…
    N ow that he was divorced, and she’d expressed her aversion to being centre of any gossip at the magazine, maybe he would explore those tits and that ass closely, at leisure. He was about to suggest a dinner next week, to discuss such things, when there was a knock on Jennie’s door. 
    The receptionist opened it.  “Jennie, these just came for you.”
    She brought in a spray of orchids in an antique Chinese pot, and set it on Jennie’s desk. There was a card clipped to the plant.
    “Who sent you these, Jennie?” asked Geoffrey.
    Jennie opened the card, read it, smiled and blushed…
     
    “ Robert Heinlein once wrote that orchids remind him of a woman’s vagina.
     
    Jennie, your delicious little honey pot is ten times, no a thousand times more beautiful than these rare orchids, my Darling.
     
                                                                          Yours, Mick”
     
    “ Who sent them, Jennie?” asked Geoffrey again.
    “My lover, Geoffrey, my lover sent them.” Jennie’ s eyes glowed.
    Geoffrey smiled ruefully to himself.  That dinner would have to wait until Jennie broke off with this lover. Oh well, her previous affairs hadn’t last long, the two that he could remember.
    “What does the card say, Jennie?” asked the receptionist.
    “It says that I’ m more beautiful than the orchids, Pamela.”
    They were a nosy bunch, at Jennie’s office, and for the next hour the gossip buzzed. 
    “I didn’ t know she had a lover?”
    “That’ s an antique Chinese vase, you know.  My auntie has one, worth thousands.”
    “Susie, you’ re her best friend at the office, what has she said to you about her lover?
    “Nothing, Peter, nothing.”
    “They say she had a lot to do with us getting the exclusive interview for the Avengers film on Monday, and they asked for her to go with the reporter and photographer.”
    “Maybe one of the crew on the film is her lover?”
    Jennie had closed her office door, and sat, smiling at the orchids.  She tucked the card into her handbag after she’d read it five times. Then she got back to work and finished editing the story.  She’d texted her thanks to Mick’s mobile.
    At five to five, her mobile rang. 
    “We’re downstairs, darling.  Filming finished early today.”
    “I’ ll be down right away, Mick.  The orchids are lovely.”
    “Not as lovely as you are , Jennie. Take your panties off, darling, I want to touch you all the way home…”
    Jennie did as she was told, and slipped out of her panties, put them in the shopping bag with her new bits of froth, turned out her office light, and went down in the lift with three or four of her colleagues.
    They saw the chauffeured limousine at the door, they saw the chauffeur bow and take Jennie’s package from her, open the back door for Jennie, and they saw a man’s arms reach out for her as the chauffeur closed the door.
    Mick was kissing her deeply as the long black limousine pulled smoothly into the traffic.  His hand was already up under her skirt, his fingers playing with her, exciting her.  “Good girl, Jennie.  I love how you do as I tell you…” he murmured before he kissed her again and again and plunged his fingers deep