Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 02 Pt. 04

He visibly loosened up from that point forwards till her presentation was complete. Most of the employees were bored, but Kendall was filled with excitement as the plan seemed to be working. But she kept it contained once she was done and Jake approached her, shaking her hand and telling her good job. Fuck... as a woman, there was something about making a man like Jake proud of you... if he'd called her a 'good girl' in that fatherly voice of his... she might have cum on the spot.

She'd clearly passed the first test, as he invited her out to lunch. This was probably standard with corporate guests like this, but with their history, it would be understood if he'd wanted to avoid any extended contact with her. However, he was comfortable enough with her maturity towards this matter that he allowed her a little bit of leeway. His guard wasn't completely down, as he invited a couple of others with him, including a female employee, his second-in-command, in order to ensure nothing untoward occurred.

He needn't have worried. Kendall kept things light and professional as they ate lunch, talking shop, talking life. He was a little guarded about some of the things he did with his free time, but honestly that was preferable, as that would give her plausible deniability for what happened next. It was a friendly, easy work lunch with no awkward moments. Jake seemed to loosen up as the initial awkwardness between them dissipated. His trademark professionalism didn't waver, as he gave no sign of acknowledgment of her incredible fake tits, not even a passing glance, as if he hadn't even notice that her cup size had practically doubled since they'd last seen each other. Or, at the very least, he was doing a heroic job of pretending he hadn't noticed them. She hoped it was that.

They only had one moment alone together, right as they were all leaving. He stopped her in order to say one last thing to her.

"I just wanted to say..." he began. "I really admire the growth you've shown today, so I wanted to say thank you." He then shook her hand, and it was only then that he caught himself, realizing how what he said could be misinterpreted, his eyes going wide for a moment. But she certainly noticed, and it took every fiber in her being to not outwardly react.

"Thanks so much, Jake. It's been great catching up!" Kendall replied, not giving away that she'd caught his mistake, keeping up the act that she was a mature young professional. Fearful that he might have encouraged something, Kendall put him at ease as she kept up the act, turning to leave, not even shaking her ass as she did so.

Facing away from him, she finally betrayed her excitement on her face, a smile lighting up her gorgeous features. Yes! He'd noticed her chest! He'd admired her 'growth'. Yeah, sure. He'd admired her tits! Her big, fat, perfect fake tits! Mister untouchable, unbreakable Jake, a guy who never let slip in his professionalism, made a comment about her breast implants. Her giant boobs put a dent in that fucking unbreakable armor of his, haha! Even if the rest of her plan failed, that alone would be enough to drive her fantasies for a good long time. But it wouldn't fail. It wouldn't. She'd gotten under his skin.

Now... it was time to get that armor of his completely off. And it was time for her to slip into a very skimpy bikini.

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Kendall didn't even realize it was him at first. Lying back on the sandy beach in the late afternoon, she'd let her eyes scan the people around her, looking for him. It became easier as people began slowly leaving the area, the beach becoming a little quieter as the evening began setting in. Still, she didn't see him, scanning the small group of dedicated surfers multiple times. It was only when she looked past them that she finally saw him on the water.

Jake.

Fuck... he even surfed with confidence. Dr. White had told her that he was somewhat new at this, but he didn't look like a rookie. His surfboard glided across the waves like a seasoned pro. The waves weren't exactly tsunami waves, but he was certainly doing better than most would on the water.

Once she saw him, she couldn't look away. She'd never seen him out of the office, let alone this exposed, and even from afar she drunk him in. Dressed only in a pair of thin orange swimming trunks, he looked fantastic balanced on his surfboard. It was the first time she'd seen him shirtless, and she enjoyed the sight, his fit, bare, masculine chest looking very impressive even with the slight bit of aging she could see. He clearly got his tan by being out on the water, his chest just as golden as the rest of him. She admired the sight of his bare, muscular, but not too muscular, arms... the look of exertion and focus on his face... the moisture cascading down his fit body...

Kendall had to stop herself from drooling.

But this was it. The moment she'd been waiting for. It was the same day as their meeting. She'd allotted a few days on this trip just in case he didn't show up, as Dr. White said he didn't go to the beach every single day. But here he was, right in front of her, and things were moving quickly. She saw him swimming towards the shore, carrying his board onto the beach and joining his group of younger friends, smiling and laughing, his voice carrying up the beach.

Kendall tried to play it cool. Sitting in the sand, eyes hidden behind her large sunglasses, looking past the pages of the book she couldn't even pretend to read anymore, she watched Jake on the beach, admiring his body in the late afternoon sunlight. She watched him move towards his belongings, pulling on a shirt after drying himself off. Within minutes, he was parting ways with his group, carrying his board up the beach.

And he was heading right towards her.

Shit! It was time to focus. Time to return to the plan. This was it! The moment of truth. She didn't have time to overthink it. As he slowly approached, she centered herself, putting herself in the right frame of mind to bring this home. As Jake got closer, his eyes momentarily wondered to her chest, noticing them before he recognized her. Energized by this, Kendall excitedly spoke up.

"Jake?" she called out, getting the older man's attention. Stopping in his tracks, looking up at her, he was caught off-guard by this sudden intrusion. His eyes went slightly wide when he recognized her.

"Kendall?" he replied, confused, so caught unprepared that he was unable to continue meeting her eyeline even as he called out to her.

But with how good she looked, even Jake couldn't be blamed for that.

Kendall moved to stand up, putting herself in front of him, allowing him a full view of the goods. She looked incredible, standing on the beach in a skimpy black bikini. The triangular patches of material containing her massive, enhanced tits were struggling to hold back her heavy bust, the bands of the top digging into the back of her neck from the sheer force her giant boobs were exerting. The cups of the bikini traversed up the middle of each mammoth breast, covering her nipples while leaving both sides exposed to his sight. And with how big her melons were, that meant a lot of creamy skin was out there to see. This allowed the artful curves of the outsides of her breasts to be exposed. And it also allowed him to finally see the full vastness of her deep, expansive cleavage, a sight she'd been forced to hold back from him earlier. The rest of her upper half was exposed to him, her creamy smooth skin glowing in the sun, her bare, smooth arms and fit belly being showcased.

Her bikini bottoms were a thong, a tiny black triangle of material covering her nether-regions, and a tiny strip of material disappearing between the full round cheeks of Kendall's shapely ass. Fearing this may be a bit too much for a public beach, she adorned her lower half in a yellow sarong, tied around her waist, draping down to her ankles. But the garment was pretty thin and see-through, allowing Jake to see her long, bare, taut legs and a hint of the skimpy garment barely covering her pussy.

"What are you doing here?" she asked with a big friendly grin. Still, she was sticking to the plan, acting as if all was normal, that this was a random meeting, and that she wasn't looking to shatter his fidelity.

"What are YOU doing here?" he asked, baffled by her sudden appearance.

"My hotel's right there," she said, turning and pointing back at the tall hotel overlooking the beach. That hotel, this spot on the beach, all specifically chosen by Dr. White for just this moment. "I was just relaxing a bit, enjoying the beach. Wait... you surf now?" she asked, glancing at his surfboard.

"Oh... yeah, a little bit," he replied somewhat sheepishly. She grinned.

"Wow... I never would have imagined someone like you surfing," she replied.

"Well..." he began. "Us old guys have our mid-life crises in different ways, I guess. This is mine," he stated. That calm, cool professionalism was gone. So flummoxed by her sudden presence, and with all the skin she was showing, he couldn't stop letting his eyes flick down to her boobs, stealing glances at her cleavage. He knew he wasn't being subtle, and he was shocked inwardly by this lack of control. What was wrong with him?

"I saw you out there... didn't realize it was you. That's crazy, but... it's awesome. You're good at it!" she effused, acting like all was normal, not pushing too hard, managing her seduction perfectly.

"Oh... thanks! I'm improving," he replied awkwardly, trying to play it cool and regather himself, only for his eyes to glance at her chest again.

"No! Don't be... embarrassed or anything! That's awesome!" Kendall said. "I'd love to pick up something new. I'm trying to read again, but..." she began, holding up her paperback. "I keep getting distracted."

"Thanks," he said with a nod, still seemingly eager to leave even as his gaze kept getting lodged between her boobs. Catching himself, he shook his head, embarrassed. "I should get going," he said, moving to step past her.

"Wait... can I get you a drink or something?" she began, remaining calm, sounding confident and showing no desperation. She pointed with her thumb back at her hotel. "This hotel has a really good bar right on the edge of the beach, overlooking the ocean. It's really nice!" Jake shook his head.

"I should get going," he replied, meeting her eyeline, a little more in control of himself. It was unusual for him to be around a woman at his level, height-wise, looking straight into the tall woman's eyes as he said this.

"C'mon!" she urged with a grin. "You said Nancy works nights, right?" she asked, referencing a conversation from lunch.

"Uh... yeah," he answered.

"And the girls aren't at home either..." Kendall added. "C'mon, it's just a drink! I owe you that much after all the... bullshit from back then," she stated, gesturing towards the past, the moment where she'd made a move on him, the moment she'd proven to him that she'd learned from. "I mean if you don't want to, I totally understand. But..." she paused, shrugging her shoulders, slow-playing this moment. "But, I don't know... I was hoping we could catch up a little more."

This was the moment of truth. To see if all her acting had paid off. If she'd lowered his guard enough to step into a private moment with her. To see if Dr. White's theory would be proven right. Her words echoed in Kendall's ears: "You will be shocked at how far even a good man will go to extend his stay in a beautiful woman's presence."

Jake looked away, shaking his head, thinking it over. Kendall had shown the proper level of growth... wait, he meant... the proper level of maturity and regret since their last encounter. She was literally giving presentations about the dangers of sexual harassment in the workplace while owning up to her history of that. He should allow someone who'd made so much progress a second chance. He believed in redemption. That being said... she had really big boobs now, as she'd clearly gotten them enhanced very well, to the point that they were impossible not to notice. He'd noticed this change in her almost immediately, doing his best to keep them at the periphery of his vision during her presentation, and he'd mostly held it together until his slip of the tongue right at the end of their lunch. And he'd been unable to stop staring at her ripe, fleshy breasts as she stood here in front of him innocently in her skimpy bikini, having not seemed to notice his struggle to keep his eyes on hers. She had done nothing wrong, and he was certainly not one to police what a woman wore in her own free time, nor complain about it. As a father of two young women, he knew controlling their wardrobe was a losing battle. Best to leave that to their mother and not make a big deal of it on his end. Hell, a lot of the girls in his surfing group wore skimpy bikinis, and that didn't stop him from hanging around them. Sure, none of those young women quite measured up to Kendall's enhancements, but few women did. It was on him to be the mature one now. He prided himself on his professionalism, on always being well-behaved. If he ignored this friendly offer, his behavior around her would nag at him. No... he had to prove to himself that he could keep his cool, even around someone as gorgeous and impressively built as Kendall. But would it be wise to continue to be around her even when she affected him so strongly?

His expression was unreadable as the younger woman examined him. She looked away from him for a moment, looking past him at a girl from his surfing group watching them talk, the jealousy on her face obvious. And in that instant Kendall looked away from him, she could feel his gaze return to her breasts. In his suit of armor, he was not nearly this obvious, but here, in a more casual setting, with his guard down... he was indeed far more vulnerable, just as Dr. White suggested.

Looking back into his eyes, she grinned at him. Finally, he smiled back, relenting.

"Okay," he said, trying to play it cool. "One drink." He emphasized. She beamed at this, Jake finally showing some desire for her. He wanted to be around her big, perfect tits for just a little longer.

"Perfect!" she said. "Follow me!" She spun in place, her sarong swishing around as she did so before she led him up the beach to the hotel bar, stopping only at his car so he could load up his board and gear there. And as she led him to the bar, he was given a great view of her nearly bare ass even through the thin sarong, The black thong stood out against her creamy skin, the material framing the full, shapely cheeks perfectly. The triangle of black material at the delta of her ass-crack was a beacon as her ass held his attention, sashaying side-to-side, the firm cheeks perfectly formed, round and smooth and juicy. Jake looked away, along her firm, taut back, only to see her massive boobs wobbling heavily, the sight so obvious you could see them from behind her.

Finally, he looked away, regathering himself. Just one drink, enough for him to get himself together and prove that he could maintain his professionalism even around someone as attractive as her. It would be good training, in line with Kendall's seminar from before. To ensure that someone like him, an office leader, could live up to the lessons he espoused. That a man like him could be trusted to be around a skimpily dressed woman with the biggest, roundest, most perfect tits he'd ever seen and not be affected.

And besides... it was just one drink.

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Three drinks later, neither were looking to leave. Having both worked in the same field, and worked together for so long, they had a lot of work stories they could share, making the conversation very easy between them. That's how the evening started, innocent, friendly conversation between them, sharing war stories. But sitting across from her at their shared table at the beachside bar, with her fleshy, bikini-clad tits front and center as he looked at her... their sheer size and perfection never strayed too far from his thoughts. Or his gaze, as his eyes kept stealing glimpses at them whenever he had the chance.

She thankfully never noticed or commented. It felt like he was gawking, but perhaps his glances at them were more subtle than he thought.

But they were impossible not to notice. They were just so perfect! He was a professional in every way, but he was still a man, and her boobs were spectacular. He didn't used to go so gaga over big boobs, but over the last few years, he'd found himself enjoying the sight of large breasts more and more. Some of the girls in his surf group had really big ones. Not as large as Kendall's, and not nearly as perfect. Kendall's amazing pair had him slightly stiff throughout their conversation, another thing keeping him in place instead of leaving, not wanting to give away his current state.

She was a fun drinking buddy, keeping things light and fun as they told stories and shared gossip about people they both knew, coaxing him to stay and keep the night going, ordering more drinks beyond the promised one. She stuck to the plan, waiting for her moment to strike, keeping up the act as long as she could. And with the sun beginning to set, and with both finishing off their third drinks, Kendall finally began to pivot.

"I don't know if I should have another..." Kendall said, glancing at him. "Last time I drank this much around you, I started hitting on you." She teased with a grin, even as she ordered her next drink. This was the most directly she'd acknowledged that event. She did it with enough good humor that it didn't ping his alarm, but it did put him on slight alert.

"Well, we can't be having that," he commented firmly, sipping his drink as another was placed in front of Kendall by the bartender. Kendall grinned and sipped her own before responding

"I was so embarrassed after I did that! Oh my God!" she admitted, shaking her head. "I am so sorry I did that!" She added, laughing.

"It's, uh... it's okay," he replied firmly, somewhat hoping that she would just move on from engaging too directly in that awkward moment from their past, while also appreciating the apology.

"I mean it! Really!" she began. "It fucked me up, doing that! That's part of the reason I'm doing these seminars. And, like... I felt like trash so much after you rejected me that it took getting my tits done for me to feel better about myself."

"I... that was not my intent, to make you feel bad," he replied, glancing at her firm, smooth tits again, admiring their graceful curvature and smooth, squeezable heft. Whoever had done her boobs had done an amazing job.

"You know what it was? I convinced myself that if I had huge tits, you wouldn't have rejected me. I know it's dumb, but..." she paused, shaking her head, sounding a little worse for wear. But in truth, just like Dr. White, she could handle her booze just fine. "To think a guy like you would think like that. That that would be enough to convince you to do something so wild and reckless..." These words sent a slight thrill through the older man. Jake looked away, embarrassed about how her incredible chest was affecting him even as she poured her heart out.

"Don't worry about it..." Jake replied, eager to move past this awkward moment. She looked at him and saw his discomfort.

"Sorry," she replied, apologizing for making it weird. She pushed her half-empty glass away from her immediate reach. "As you know, I'm not at my best when I drink too much. If I finish that one, I might end up sitting on your lap and calling you 'Daddy'."

Jake visibly jumped at her saying this, the thought of it hitting him like a lightning strike it was so potent, the image of this bikini-clad younger woman on his lap, her plump lips whispering the word 'Daddy' into his ear... it resonated far deeper than he would have expected. His cock throbbed in his shorts. What the fuck was that?