"That will be fine, Mister Stachdt," Scott replied, still unable to believe that he wasn't dreaming.
He shook hands again with the industrialist. When Stachdt was gone, Scott grasped Harry Halliday's hand warmly and thanked him for all he had done. Harry waved his gratitude aside and sat down with Scott to establish a schedule for the Merrill catalogue.
At noon the two men went out for a quick lunch, and after lunch Scott drove down to the Hurricane building to pick up his letter of intent and check, both of which were waiting for him.
Scott held and fondled the check before he finally drove over to his bank and deposited it. How many days ago had her arrived in Dallas wondering if he would have to give up his dream for a career in photography? And last night hadn't he decided that he was on the verge of having to go back to his accounting profession? Then in a matter of a few short hours his entire life had changed!
The Merrill assignment alone was enough to be thankful for, and the Hurricane project was a photographer's dream. Not that it would be easy. Scott knew he'd work for his money, but he was guaranteed almost a year's work and at top dollar!
Scott arrived back at his apartment just before five and the first thing he did was make out a check for Sandra Marsh in the amount of two thousand dollars. It was a lot for two days work, but he felt he owed it to her. He wouldn't be using her for the Merrill work, yet she was instrumental in his getting the contract. And then there was Kathy. He saw Sandra drive in to the parking lot and he walked down to meet her at her apartment. There was a confused, disturbed look on her face that bothered him, but in his enthusiasm he let it go by.
"Hi!" he greeted. "Ready for some big news?"
"I… Uh, I guess we should have a talk," Sandra said a little uneasy.
"Wait until you hear my news," Scott beamed. "Oh, by the way, I have something for you," he added, handing her the check as she opened her door.
"Two thousand dollars!" Sandra exclaimed. "Oh Scott…"
"Sit down, Sandra," Scott said with a wide smile. "That's only the beginning. Let me tell you what happened today."
As calmly as he could, Scott gave Sandra a blow-by-blow description of his day. Her face dropped when he told her that Merrill wanted somebody less pretty for their catalogue, but when he told her of the Hurricane offer of a hundred thousand for a year Sandra's mouth dropped open.
"So tonight, Sandra, you and I are going to celebrate!" Scott concluded.
"A hundred thousand dollars!" Sandra exclaimed in awe.
"How about champagne and dinner at Cattleman's?" Scott offered.
"Well… Scott, we really need to talk…"
"Can't we talk over champagne and a thick steak at Cattleman's?" he asked with a laugh.
Sandra finally relented and nodded her head. He told her to change and he'd come back for her in half an hour. After the door closed behind him, Sandra wondered how she would talk to him about Kathy. What would she say? How should she handle it? The thought of working with him for a year troubled her. Sandra was very attracted to the handsome, easygoing man, and the thought of modeling was exciting. But there was Kathy…
Kathy had called her at work and asked permission to stay overnight with her friend, Lisa. Lisa was moving to Fort Worth and Kathy was going to help her pack.
Sandra sighed and went into her bedroom to change. Without really thinking, she chose her sexiest long dress – the one designed to be worn without a bra. Sandra had never worn it because she thought it was too daring. She was fluffing up her hair when she heard Scott's knock.
They drove out to Cattleman's and Scott told her that she was absolutely ravishing. He meant it. Sandra was extremely attractive and with her tits almost falling out of her gown she was very sexy.
Scott ordered champagne and they toasted his success over a shrimp cocktail. Sandra kept trying to think of a way to bring up the situation with Kathy, but Scott's enthusiasm was hard to cut through. By the time their two-inch filets arrived, Scott had ordered a second bottle of champagne and they both felt very light and gay.
When Scott asked her if she was going to accept the Hurricane offer, Sandra giggled like a young girl and told him yes without hesitation. They toasted her new career and Sandra Marsh was high for the first time in a long, long while.
She looked across the table at Scott and asked herself why the handsome bastard had to take Kathy! He was just the kind of man she had dreamed about for so long!
"Wow, that coffee helped!" Scott remarked as he finished his second cup. "I was flying high there for a while."
"I still am," Sandra commented with a laugh.
"Well, we deserve it!" Scott said, signaling for the check. "What say we head back to earth now?"
Scott paid the bill and took Sandra's hand to lead her to his car. As he opened the door for her, Scott had a clear view of Sandra's heavy, firm tits and he felt his balls twitch with desire.
They drove home in silence, both relaxed.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Once she turned the key in her door, Sandra turned to Scott.
"Scott," she said, looking into his exciting eyes, "thanks for a fantastic evening – not to mention a whole new life."
Scott smiled, gazing deeply into her eyes. Then he quickly took her into his arms and crushed his lips against hers. To his surprise, Sandra's arms flew around his neck and she returned his kiss passionately. Her tongue slid into his mouth and probed warmly.
The forty-eight-year-old man held the thirty-three-year-old divorcee tight in his arms. Her lush body pressing against his made his pulse quicken. He could feel her firm tits crushing against his chest and he longed to cup them in his hands and kiss them.
Could he ball both mother and daughter, Scott asked himself? Was she turned on, or just grateful for the exciting things that had happened to her? Scott dropped his hand to Sandra's full ass and began caressing her firm cheeks.
Sandra could feel his hard growth pressing against her tummy, and she knew it was wrong. When he began rubbing her bottom, she threw caution away and wiggled against his hard-on. Why shouldn't she have him if she wanted him? She hadn't had a man in almost a year and her body yearned for fulfillment! And maybe she could take him away from Kathy!
When she rubbed against his already rigid and straining cock, Scott knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Holding her tightly in his arms, he led her into her apartment and kicked the door closed behind them. Without a word, he led her to her bedroom and began undressing her.
"Scott… I… I'm terribly square about… about sex," Sandra said haltingly as he unzipped her gown and helped her out of it, "but I don't want to be! Be patient with me and teach me!"
Scott smiled in reply and gazed admiringly at her now nude body. Sandra had the feminine roundness Kathy lacked, but aside from that their bodies were very much alike. Sandra's tits were larger and firmer than her fourteen-year-old daughter's. Both of them had great sets! Sandra's waist was a little thicker than Kathy's, and her hips were fuller. She had her daughter's long, sculptured legs.
Where they differed was in the pubic hair covering their cunts. Kathy's was pale blonde, the color of her hair, but Sandra's was jet black and thick.
"You're gorgeous, Sandra!" he said with an appreciative sigh.
"As pretty, naked, as I am with my clothes on?" she asked with a champagne giggle.
"Prettier!"
"How about you?" she giggled, walking up to him and boldly reaching out to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.
"Why don't you find out?" Scott laughed, letting her open his fly and begin slipping his pants and shorts down.