Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Chapter 174

Who's Your Daddy? EP2

"That's for me to know professor," she said laughing as she stretched sinuously in her seat, her full, round breasts testing her t-shirt tops tensile strength as she arched her back. "I am going to College in the fall you know Professor," she finally added. "Bryn Mawr."

"Your mom's school."

"Uh huh, English major - I want to be a writer," she said shyly, "like you... well you already know that of course... When do you want me to start professor?" "Whenever you're settled honey. No rush, I'm sure you have lots of friends to see, things to do."

"I'll start tomorrow sir. I want you to treat me just like you would anyone else."

Right, I thought, as if that was possible. "All right Samantha. Why don't you come over first thing, say eight, and we'll get organized. I'll probably need you til one-thirty or two most days Sam, and then you'll be free for all your boyfriends every afternoon. OK?"

"Yes sir," she said beaming, "You won't regret letting me work with you sir, I promise."

As she skipped away, calling to her sister up the road, I watched her rear wriggling firmly under her skimpy, white silk shorts and knew I'd never regret my decision.

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The Von Scourie house was a large one, and while the front door stood facing inland and the driveway, the very last house on the road, the real orientation of the house was towards the beach and all the important rooms faced the ocean. A ten foot wide balcony ran across the second floor of the house and gave a perfect view of the Atlantic and the next island in the archipelago, three miles off, from the comfortable wicker sofas that were scattered along its fifty foot length. Below the balcony, was a deck with chairs and table and barbeque, and farther down a rectangular pool surrounded by a grassy lawn, and then three stairs leading to a path that twisted through the sea grass and led to the forty foot wide beach that fronted the ocean.

But the houses name, at least what the locals called it, 'Von Scourie's Tower', was derived from its most unusual feature, the structure that jutted twenty-five feet upwards from the roof of the house, a tower that dominated the surrounding

area.

whole populace. But now it was quite famous, and now most of the island paintings and seascapes displayed in the tourist shops of Eastport included the Von Scourie

was at the top of the tower, a room that was all windows and bookcases, a fifteen by fifteen foot space some fifty feet in the air, which from my desk gave me a view in all four directions with

after eight. "We always wanted to come

tell me?" I laughed,

mirrored by the tall, pine bookcase in each corner that stood flanking the windows, the pond sitting tranquilly in the Park, the seagulls soaring by, the... "God, wait til I tell Izzy, she'll be so jealous," she laughed as she skipped around the room, touching the desks and the computers, the books and the

one bookcase and after a quick study exclaimed, "These are all books you've written aren't they? Gosh,

one of those vain authors Sam, I work surrounded by all these first editions

should be proud sir," she whispered, just a little bit of adoration creeping

pulled down a couple

for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just

years ago when I was a struggling young writer. Athens, Georgia is a great town to live in and the people at the University treated me grandly that year, making me feel so

writing for the Schools most talented young minds. I had written twelve 'Von Scourie' novels over the years, novels set in Boston and the

written under a variety of pseudonyms, and the Sci-Fi book Sam was now holding was one of them. "This is your first trade secret Sam," I whispered conspiringly in her ear.

said pointing around the room, my finger pressed against

she gasped as she danced to the next bookcase, pulling out a couple of mysteries. "Gee, I've read some of these," she laughed, and then added as she

as she pulled a volume from an upper

as she looked up at me after reading a few lines,

I replied as

no sir, I want to read everything you've written," she proclaimed with the eagerness of youth, a sly twinkle in her eye as she pulled the book back out of my reach, her body taut against her thin dress as she arched

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