Tim's Odyssey

She seemed perfectly content to let me take the lead and after enjoying those tits for quite a while I moved down across her hard, flat belly and on to her pussy. I teased all around it, occasionally letting my tongue brush her clit which, like her nipples, had swollen.

Now and then I was rewarded with a gasp, a quick intake of breath and used those signals as my guide as to what worked for her. The signals were strong and clear and after I dragged it out as long as I dare, I applied myself to her now hard clit and her moans indicated I was on the right track.

Moments later her body shuddered and a long low moan escaped from deep within as her orgasm overtook her.

I moved back beside her and held her as she came down from that orgasmic bliss. Then she leaned over and kissed me. "Your turn." she said, as she reached for my swollen cock.

"I'm afraid I'm somewhat unprepared for this. To the best of my knowledge, there isn't a condom in the house."

"Thank you for considering that. I'm positive I'm clean and I'm taking the pill. If you are comfortable, I'd like you to continue.

I pushed her back and settled between her open legs, sliding easily into her. It felt terrific but given my state of arousal just then, I knew I wasn't going to last too long. I did what I could to enhance her further arousal but she picked up on what I was doing. She reached up and pulled my head to hers, kissing me softly, then whispered in my ear, "Just let it come. Relax and let it come."

There was little else I could do just then anyway so I relaxed and let the ecstasy flow through my body.

We curled together as she pulled the sheets up over us and as we settled into a post orgasmic rest she murmured, "Wow. That was fantastic. I suspect you're not all that old."

She kissed me, then settled in to sleep.

Initially I was flattered when she said that she suspected that I was not all that old but the realization that I was, at the very least, old enough to be her father, kept me awake and restless for quite a while. I had no regrets about what had just happened. I just regretted that the difference in our ages wasn't going to let the relationship develop.

Little do I know!

Next morning I gently and somewhat reluctantly extricated myself from her naked body that was tangled with mine and went to brush my teeth and shower. I had only been there a few moments when the door opened and she came in to join me.

She stepped under the spray and folded her naked body against mine. Old enough to be her father or not, my body responded and soon my erection was poking between her legs. I lifted her face and moved to kiss her but she startled me by avoiding it. It was enough to noticeably affect my hardon but she soon pushed me aside enough to put her face directly under the shower, sucked in several mouthfuls of water, spitting it out each time then reached down and pulled me back to her by taking hold of my now softening penis and said, "Sorry! Jungle mouth!" as she kissed me passionately.

As my erection returned, she knelt on the shower floor and took me into her mouth and gave me as good a blow job as I can ever remember having and in minutes I could hold out no longer. She sucked me dry and came into my arms and once again, avoided kissing me.

As I said, I have never avoided my own cum. To me that is hypocrisy, so I lifted her chin and kissed her and she responded accordingly.

I had in mind going back to the bed and returning that delightful orgasm but she smiled and apologized saying she had to get going as she had an appointment later in the morning and had to get home and change first.

After we dried off and dressed, I walked her to her car and she asked me if I would call her. Seeing my hesitation she asked if it was the "age thing" again.

My embarrassed smile answered her.

"Then I'll call you!", she said, as she got into her car and left.

I went into the office and met with my new C.E.O. and her senior staff over lunch then spent a few minutes with Jim Forthing to discuss his call to Sam. He told me that she said she was very interested but had a short term commitment for the next 3 to 4 weeks that would prevent her from saying yes right away and might the offer still be good after that. Sid wanted her back and said yes.

I had no idea what the "short term project" might be and frankly it wasn't any of my business so I told Sid the matter was in his hands and as long as it was O.K. with Leeanne Gooding, our CEO, he could do as he thought best. He told me he had already spoken with Leeanne and she was O.K. with him handling it.

After a workout at the club, I looked around for Sam even knowing I probably shouldn't as this mismatch in ages was going nowhere but I didn't have the discipline to stay with that position.

It didn't matter as she was nowhere to be seen.

I showered and changed, went to the Pro Shop to check the foursomes set up for the weekend then headed for home. When I arrived I found a number of messages and I was excited to think one could be from Sam. As it turned out, two were about golf match ups on the weekend, one was from Leeanne Gooding and one was from Erin.

I had been dropping in to see Amber 2 or 3 times a month and clearly she was getting better. After a while I realized that the anger was diminishing substantially and when Erin started to notice that and after having me admit I still loved her, she began putting on the pressure for me to consider reconciliation.

Interestingly enough, that made me angry and in that state of mind I said that it was not going to happen, that I had loved Amber when she cheated and apparently that was not enough to stop her then, so why would the fact that I still loved her make any difference now. It was how she felt that mattered and she obviously didn't love me enough to avoid cheating then, why would I believe she wouldn't cheat again?

I suspect that it was more the forcefulness of my response that threw her off but, regardless, Erin didn't pursue that route anymore that day.

This was her first call since that conversation. I returned it and was as friendly as I could be having put our previous conversations behind us and found that she just wanted to say that Amber appeared to be doing much better and that she thought I would like to know that.

I thanked her profusely and told her I was very pleased to hear that and reiterated my earlier statement that Amber was an attractive, intelligent and interesting woman and that I was sure she could attract someone who would become important enough to her to stay true.

I meant it! All of it! But, somehow that answer seemed to piss Erin off. When the tone turned argumentative once again, I politely apologized saying I was sorry that my opinions upset her but that they were my opinions and I closed the call.

I soon realized that part of my annoyance was that I was still hoping for a call from Sam!

She actually didn't call at all that day and, looking back, I would have been very disappointed if she hadn't actually shown up at my front door loaded down with two large bags of Chinese food.

"I hope you haven't eaten yet." She said as she bustled through the door.

I knew I should re-raise the issue of this relationship going nowhere but I was just too happy to see her just then.

After a delightful dinner we cleaned up and stored more leftovers than we two would eat in a week and settled in the den, each with a large snifter of cognac.

We were talking golf and whether or not Tiger or Phil would dominate this year's tour, would the Chiefs get back into contention and when will the Royals dominate once more.

This woman is all any man could ask for; intelligent, interested in sports, gorgeous and sexy as hell! Shit! If only she were older.

Or I, younger.

Almost as if she could read my thoughts she said, "I'd like to stay over again. Please!"

I am so weak.

I know this isn't going anywhere but I can't bring myself to turn it down. Instead, I answered weakly, "You are an exceptionally intelligent and interesting woman who is fun to be with. Add to that, you are very attractive and sexy and I've got to be wondering why you are here with a man old enough to be your father."

And with those words another unbidden thought came into my head and instead of just enjoying what there might be with her, I asked, "What do you think your father would say if he knew you were here with me?"

She smiled at that and answered, "He does know where I am and with whom. As to what he thinks about it, well you'll have to ask him yourself. If it concerned him at all, I'm sure he would have said something to me or you by now."

There was a brief pause before she added, "You haven't realized who my father is, have you?"

Samantha Redford . . . the only other Redford I know is . . . "Jimmy is your father?" I shouted in surprise.

That was a shock!

I can't remember a time when I haven't known Jimmy. He was around when I was Admin Assistant and now I'm Chairman of the Board and Majority stock holder. I tried to imagine what I would feel if Jimmy were sleeping with my daughter and I have to admit, that took the wind out of my sails pretty fast.

Sam was amused!

Needless to say, any issues I had with my age compared to hers were magnified a thousand times and although Sam stayed over that night, sex was out of the question.

Late that night when sleep would not come, it occurred to me that I had to face Jimmy sooner or later and as I had always chosen to get things out of the way as soon as possible, I called Jimmy the next morning.

That was most revealing.

I was uncomfortable and embarrassed at first but Jimmy launched into a long and informative monologue and soon I was taken with his story and pretty much forgot my discomfort.

It seems Sam was an exceptionally bright child who took to computers well but never seemed to learn to manage her social relationships. In spite of her youth, she had a long history of bad relationships. She seemed to have picked loser after loser and if that in itself wasn't bad enough, her most recent loser, the one who took her to Chicago, was emotionally abusive as well.

Although she had left with him more than two years ago, she had spent most of that time in a private hospital suffering from the aftermath of his emotional abuse. She had only recently come to live with her father after it became clear that much of Sam's problems stemmed from her mother, Jimmy's ex-wife. According to Jimmy, the closest he has seen to normal behavior in his daughter has apparently been since she and I met only a few weeks ago.

Not only was he not upset with his daughter seeing a man only slightly younger than he himself, he was happy to see such positive changes in her.

By the end of that morning I was happy I had gone to see him. He had finished our meeting by telling me he had no illusions that Sam and I were going to last forever but he was confident I would treat her as well as I could and that the positive changes in her were nothing but good for her in the meantime.

For the next 18 months we settled into a relationship of sorts. Initially, as with all relationships, the newness of it was exciting. We had vastly different tastes in a lot of things and had a lot of fun learning about the other's preferences in music, entertainment, dining and travel destinations.

We had a lot in common too.

Sam was extremely well read and I enjoyed discussing some of the books we had both finished. She is a much better than average golfer and although I could beat her in an even match, a few strokes handicap applied in accordance with USGA rules made for a lot of interesting matches between us.

The sex, of course, was always good but interestingly enough, looking back, I can see that we were sexually intimate less and less although I cannot remember a time when I was aroused that we didn't make love in what ever place was convenient for us.

I really believe I finally got over much of my hang-up over the difference in our ages. Karen, who is only 5 years younger, took to her on their first meeting and the two of them are good friends.

Charlie took a little longer to come around but he was never rude or impolite, just distant for a while.

Whatever she thought of it, Amber never commented, at least as far as I know. Erin was up front as she tends to be and suggested that if it made me happy, I should "go for it".

It was about 18 months into it when, in one of those introspective moments we all have now and then, that I began to wonder what the hell I was doing. Do I love Sam? I suppose I do, but somehow this is not what I had before.

At social gatherings where we had come to be accepted gracefully, I began to notice little things. When there were large gatherings of friends and family, Sam often ended up with "the kids." Sure, they were grown, married and a few had kids of their own, but they were "kids" nonetheless.

More than once I felt a little guilty as I got ready to leave the gathering only to realize that Sam was in the midst of having a great time with the "younger" crowd.

She never complained!

At the annual club dinner and dance I don't think she managed to sit out more than one or two dances as she loves to dance and she's gorgeous enough to attract the attention of all available (and probably a few unavailable) males.

Sam frequently suggested she would be happy to sit with me or take a walk rather than accept those invitations to dance but I was having none of that. She is so visibly happy being active like that and I loved to see her happy.

It was about then that Brandon Weeks, a nephew of Leeanne Gooding, CEO of our company came to work for Deston. Brandon is a fine young man and an excellent employee who made his aunt proud. At a number of company gatherings and a few social gatherings involving Leeanne and her family, he and Sam had become friends and as I said, her being happy made me happy and I was always pleased to see him.

If anything untoward ever happened between them, I'm unaware of it and frankly, I'm sure there never was, but more than once, while watching them talk and share stories with the rest of the friends and family, it occurred to me that they made a great couple.

Slowly but surely I was becoming aware that my relationship with Sam was becoming more like a mentor/student than man and significant other. I love her. I know I do, but not like I thought I would.

Finally I realized we had to "talk".

It nearly killed me to see her cry like she did that night. She swore that she was ready to stay with me for the rest of our lives and be loving and faithful no matter what, but after a great deal of joint soul searching over the following few weeks she finally came to realize that our love for each other was different and that she should start to look forward to a life with a "significant other" that was not me.

We agreed that we would change our living arrangements but that there was no rush. Sam set herself up in another bedroom and for the next several weeks we enjoyed a new kind of friendship that strangely enough, I found was more satisfying.

At the end of that year Brandon Weeks received a well deserved promotion and was transferred to our St. Louis branch and not long afterwards Sam and I received a letter from him. He expressed his appreciation for our friendship and the opportunities he had here in Kansas City at the Home Office.

It was a pleasant surprise and a welcome one. As I said, he is a fine young man.

Sam and I had come to the point where we could discuss anything but I felt she might be holding back so I finally asked her if she might be interested in getting to know Brandon better. She smiled that wonderful smile and blushed briefly. I suggested she write Brandon.

After a few visits from Brandon that were well shielded from any public scrutiny, Sam came to me and said she thought she was ready to talk about her plans and where we would go from here. She was thinking of finding her own place and then maybe going to St. Louis and seeing more of Brandon.

I thought maybe it made more sense for her to go see Brandon first and we would then talk and decide then if she needed to find her own place here in Kansas City.

And that brings me to where I began this tale.

Somehow, she had encountered Amber there in St. Louis and somehow she had become convinced that it was important to have Amber accompany her back and for me to speak with her. Now Amber and I were still seeing each other but now it was once every 6 or 7 weeks and it at been most of 2 months since I had last seen her.

To tell the truth I was really happy for her. The last 2 or 3 times I saw her she looked pretty good and I assumed that she was finally seeing someone. It was none of my business so I never asked but I was pleased to see her looking so much better. I was even more pleased that Karen and Charlie were very much back in her life as both of them had recently become engaged and there were weddings to plan, something I would be all too pleased to leave to Amber.

The following day I watched as the limo rolled slowly up the driveway and drop off Sam and Amber. They came into the living room where Sam immediately hugged and kissed me and I turned to Amber to do the same only to have her back away with a look that I could not interpret.

Upset, anger, confusion?

I had no idea!

Sam on the other hand looked somewhat amused.

I must have looked like I felt . . . confused and maybe, at least a little, annoyed not knowing what in hell was going on.

Sam started off.

"Well Amber," she began, " now's your chance. You've been threatening to tell him since you saw Brandon and I the day before yesterday and confronted me that night. Go for it girl!"

Amber was now clearly upset and suddenly very sad.

In the quietest and softest of voices she said, "Obviously I have made a mistake. Coming here was foolish and I can see I have no business becoming involved in this. Excuse me!" then she turned and headed for the door.

Before either of us could respond she turned, her face contorted with something . . . anger maybe. "Did I do this to you?" she shouted out, now in a much more angry voice. "Did my foolishness lead you to some kind of cuckold lifestyle that you are a willing participant in her intended affair? You obviously know something is developing between her and Brandon Weeks."

Thinking back, I was aware that I had heard what she asked but the question was from so far out and this was the most forceful I had heard Amber speak in years, that it didn't register right away and I failed to answer.

Sam however recovered faster than me and while trying, unsuccessfully, to stifle her laughter she managed to speak. "Tim, Brandon and I were apparently being watched by Amber who approached me in my hotel room in St. Louis Tuesday night. She threatened to tell you about us and make you aware we were seeing each other behind your back if I didn't break it off immediately and get my ass on home back to you." And then in a quieter more emotional voice, she continued, "She said you had been through enough and you didn't deserve to have it happen to you twice."

Sam then turned even more serious. "Amber was upset maybe even distraught over Brandon and me. It upset her a great deal to discover her suspicions about he and I might be true. She apparently had seen us a couple of times when he was here in Kansas City and took to following me. She discovered I was going to St. Louis and fearing the worst, followed me. To find that I was thinking of being unfaithful to you has led her to threaten me, cajole and even beg me to break it off with Brandon before too much happened and return to you."

"She says you would be worth it."

Then turning to me, now with tears in her eyes, Sam said, "I thought you should know about your "guardian angel" here and what she was trying to do for you so I dared her to come home with me and tell you.