Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2017 02:49:19 -0500 From: Seekinuout2 Subject: My Second Career - Chapter 10 It had never bothered me before but after having had Keesha as a house guest for two weeks being by myself was a bit lonely. It had been nice waking up to find someone sharing your bed; especially one who took such great delight in early morning sex. I did discover that my original pupil, Julie, had been a bit jealous of the fact that Keesha got to be with me for such an extended period of time. I didn't want to create any friction in their friendship so I did spend a bit more time with Julie. The attention did the trick and put things back on track. When you work for a software company there are times when you need to travel to your customer's site to fine tune the programs and make sure they fit the need. Such was the case with Alan Gordon. Alan was an entrepreneur who had, among other things, some high-end vacation rentals in and around his home town of Santa Fe, New Mexico. We had a program that would consolidate the process, from reservations, to deposits and payments, as well as giving him information on repeat guests and tracking the usage patterns of each property. I was given the assignment of heading to Santa Fe and helping customize our product. I was looking forward to both the challenge and the change of scenery. Alan had taken 3 four-apartment properties, upgraded them, and made them tourist friendly options to the local hotels. He also had a couple of small single family homes that completed the program. I knew scarcely little about his actual operations other than he handled his business from a home office, which was located on his ranch, a short distance outside the Santa Fe city limits. Since his work and home life intertwined I was given the option of using one of the ranch house guest rooms, which I felt obliged to accept. On my arrival in Santa Fe I was greeted by a friendly man, about my age, who looked and dressed the part of a well-heeled rancher. I grabbed my bags and we headed to Alan's Range Rover for the drive to the ranch. We left the pueblo styled buildings behind, heading out of town toward wide open spaces. On the drive I learned that the Gordon family had been here for some time. Alan mentioned his daughter, Janet, a thirteen year old who was a student at the Santa Fe School for the Arts and Sciences. He also assured me that if there was anything I needed to simply ask. The family money had come from silver mining and when we rolled up to the ranch house it was every bit as impressive as one might expect. It was a sprawling place with banks of large windows that took advantage of the mountain views. Inside the home was very much a mountain lodge in structure, with beamed ceilings. Alan took me down a hallway to the guest room that would be my headquarters during my stay. It could easily have been a suite at a grand hotel, with a king bed, a desk, seating, and even a fireplace. It made me glad that I hadn't insisted on a hotel. Alan's only warning was that his daughter, Janet, had a room down the hall and if she played her music or TV too loud, just let him know. I was invited to follow him back to the kitchen, where he was going to put the final touches on dinner. The kitchen was open and airy, like the other rooms I'd seen, with all the latest equipment and a large eating area at one end. I could smell the aroma of something tasty as we passed through the doorway. "I hope you like stew", Alan offered. "Mine has a bit of a Southwestern twist. I hope you don't mind if we treat you like family and eat in the kitchen. Unless we have a crowd the dining room just seems a bit impersonal." "Not at all, but if I'm going to be family is there anything I can do to assist?" My offer was brushed aside when a young female voice called to Alan from the direction of the doorway. "Dad, how long until dinner"? With that a young lady with auburn hair and the ivory skin that often goes with such coloring came into the room. She was dressed in what I assumed must be the uniform of her private school; dark blue walking shorts, white blouse, and a blazer. "You have about 20 minutes Janet. Sweetie, this is Gary from the computer software company I told you about. He's going to be our houseguest while we get the new reservation programs for the rentals up and running." Janet came over to me, extending a hand in greeting, and flashing me a smile that matched the one in a pair of expressive green eyes. "Nice to meet you; Dad's stew is to die for -- I know you'll love it. With that she busied herself with setting the table. As she was finishing I noticed only three place settings. "Isn't your wife joining us for dinner?" I inquired. I made the assumption she must be as busy with her own set of projects. "My wife and I are divorced, and have been for several years. She was a Los Angeles girl who thought she could adapt to ranch living but things were just too quiet for her here. I have a large extended family that invade during the holidays, but most of the time it's just Janet and I." The food came to the table along with milk for Janet and some great local beer for Alan and I and we sat down to eat. Dinner conversation was a mix of the latest from Janet's school studies and a little biographical information about me. "Alan, I have to ask how you came to hear about our company. To my knowledge we don't have any other clients in this area." "It was actually through a couple whom I believe are friends of yours, Jack and Lorna. We met at a travel expo in Las Vegas and we were comparing notes on some of the challenges in our business. They mentioned that you and your company had designed a system for them and suggested I check with you. When I contacted your firm I had asked for you to take on my project." Dear sweet Jack and Lorna. They were undoubtedly my biggest boosters, but I wondered if there was more than reservation software in the discussions they had with Alan. I mean a single parent father, a budding 13 year old sweetheart of a daughter; what other topics had they chatted about? Dinner came to an end and after helping clear the table I was banished from other kitchen duties so I opted to do some unpacking. I needed to get things sorted out for the work ahead and to get my clothes out of confinement before they were totally wrinkled. After piling the work related stuff on the desk I stashed my things in the large wardrobe. It seemed a shower was in order to rid myself of the travel grime while I pondered the Jack/Lorna connection to all of this. If I wanted some immediate answers I could have simply picked up the phone and made some inquiries but decided it would be more fun to just let things evolve naturally. Once dry I threw on the robe I brought with. It was a silk number I had picked up in Hong Kong and was one of those Asian styles that, even when tied, leaves your chest exposed and is long enough to cover things while standing but requires the stealth of a true Scotsman in his kilt when you go to sit. I had just begun to sort out the job related pile on the desk when there was a knock on the door and Alan called my name. I called out, "Come in", and heard the door open. "I just thought I should check to be sure you had everything you need before it got too late." Alan was also sporting a robe but his was brocade with a bit more length than mine. I motioned for him to come on in and have a seat. After praising both the meal and the accommodations I did have a question; "What time were you thinking we should get started tomorrow?" "No need to rush, Gary, as I have to take Janet to school. I drive her and a neighbor girl in the morning and the other girl's mother brings them home. I'm back about 8:30. Then we'll have the entire day to work uninterrupted. Umm, there was one thing I wanted to ask you..." Janet's voice calling his name from my doorway halted his question. She came in carrying a tray with a plate of cheese, some fruit and an assortment of crackers and two glasses of port, along with a mug of hot chocolate. "You forgot something, Dad." "I certainly did. Thanks Sweetie! The hot chocolate is a ritual of ours before Janet heads to bed and I thought you might like a little glass of port to relax." "That sounds great." Alan and Janet sat down on the small sofa and I took the overstuffed chair opposite them. I got caught up in studying Janet. She had on a sort of baby doll bedroom set made of a rather sheer material. You could just make out the darker outline of each nipple on her budding tits under the fabric. Alan was giving a little history of the ranch itself, but I have to be honest and say I paid very little attention. I got so caught up in my Janet daydreams and the delicious port I wasn't paying much heed to anything else. It wasn't until I realized both Alan and Janet kept eyeing my lap that it dawned on me I was sitting in that damn short robe giving them both a great view of what was beneath. Alan tried hard to keep from showing a reaction but Janet had that kind of grin we get as kids when we are watching something we probably shouldn't. Alan took a final swallow of his port and advised Janet she best bid me good night. To my surprise she came over and gave me the kind of hug a kid gives their favorite relative then picked up the tray and departed. Rising to his feet, Alan wished me good night and turned to follow his daughter. As he started to go I reminded him, "Alan, you started to ask me something before Janet came in and we kind of got sidetracked. What did you wish to know?" "Oh, that's OK, Gary, we can discuss that tomorrow." The door closed and I was once again left to my own devices. I had a number of things running in my mind and I knew sleep wouldn't happen right away. I still wondered just how the Jack/Lorna connection played in all of this. Then there was the unasked question, and if that wasn't enough I couldn't forget I had pretty much unwittingly exposed myself to my hosts while enjoying some very fine port. Was I reading too much into Janet's eager glances and that good night hug? Perhaps I was simply horny and placing far more significance on all of this than it deserved. To solve at least one of my dilemmas I found some daddy/daughter porn on my laptop, played honeymoon with my right hand, and after shooting a decent load I switched out the light. The next morning, as I was enjoying my coffee on the terrace, I found it easy to understand why artistic types find the Santa Fe area inspiring. I enjoyed my view of ever-changing light and color until I heard Alan return from his school run. I still had that unasked question at the back of my mind but had decided to let Alan ask whatever was on his mind on his own timeline. The first business was to see how the present system worked. I wanted to be sure I could address any quirks that might surface. Already I could see that I was going to dazzle him with the speed things were processed with the system I would install. We concluded an overview of his present workings just about lunch time. Alan rustled up some great roast chicken sandwiches and we sat down to enjoy them along with another of those great beers he kept in stock. It took until the first half sandwich was gone before our lunch conversation got serious. "I know you're probably wondering what I was about to ask you last night, before Janet showed up with the port." "I have to admit Alan that I am somewhat curious." "As a single parent I want to be sure that my daughter has all the knowledge and skill she needs to make good choices. That's why I chose to give her a private school education. My concern extends to every aspect of her life. When she was younger things were easy, even though her mother was absent. However, we are entering a new phase. You saw last night she can be a bit of a flirt. We are getting to the point where I know she will start going on a few dates. To be honest, her mother was very naive when we met; sex was not something she enjoyed but rather endured. Her parents taught her nothing so she knew very little about her own body let alone that of a guy. That turned out to be one of the major factors in our divorce. I don't want Janet setting out on a path like that; she needs to know the fun of romance and sex and know when she's being taken advantage of." "Well, Alan, I have to say I wondered when I got the good night hug, but then I also had been sitting there with my junk on display. I do apologize for that; it wasn't intentional." "I wasn't offended and I think it's safe to say that Janet kept an eagle eye on your lap. So your friends, Jack and Lorna, gave me two great tips during our conversations in Vegas. The first was about the software from your company and the other was to get you here to meet Janet. Lorna told me you have some experience in helping young women explore their blossoming sexuality. I was hoping you would consider assisting me with Janet." At least now I knew how all the dots connected. "In order to give you an answer I guess I need to be sure we are clear on the process. I don't just use flip charts with stick people. For questions pertaining to the female body we use the girl's own and for guy questions me. It's really interactive sex education. If they want to know about oral sex we do it; right on up to the act itself. Before any clothes come off we talk and Janet would understand that she's in charge. I will explain or demonstrate whatever she wants, but at any point she can say no and we stop. You should be aware that those whom I've helped in this manner have all eventually had intercourse and usually frequently. Does this sound like a plan you can get behind? I will never do anything behind your back so whatever transpires you will get all the details." Alan gave me a satisfied smile; "that's exactly the kind of instruction I was hoping for. If Janet knows what's good she can certainly eliminate the guys who think fucking is all about them. I can't bring myself to be the educator, but with the right teacher she can enter the teen dating years prepared." "I tend to think of myself as more of a companion on this journey rather than a teacher. After all I get off too; who wouldn't with a tight young pussy riding your meat? The difference is that I'm only taking it to the next level by request, and if we need to take a break on our walk down this path, I'm happy to oblige. Alan, do you think that if Janet were asked she would be ready to begin the adventure?" "Over the last few months I've seen things change. Janet has asked many more questions and thanks to the sex ed classes at school the questions are much more direct. The classes at her school often mix ages, so there are a lot of teenage hormones mingling. Since I'm not a prude I know my daughter will experiment sooner or later. I just don't want her to carry on the same attitudes toward sex that made relationships so difficult for her mother and I. If you're willing, I would like to propose the idea to Janet tonight. Assuming she is going to delight at the opportunity you can start right away." "As her father I think you need to be the one to open the discussion. With your permission I can deal with the specifics. Then it will be up to Janet as to where we go from there," Another smile broke on Alan's face and he responded that he would be glad to open the discussion. "I do have one request Gary." "Ask away -- it's your daughter we're talking about so let's make sure you and I are in sync." "I don't have any intention of interfering, but if it's all right with you I would like to be a voyeur on the sidelines. I've been there through all Janet's little girl adventures and I would like to see her advancement to being a young woman. What I don't want is for my presence to in any way diminish your efforts." "Alan, if you're worried I'll go all limp-dicked being watched, I can assure you an audience doesn't intimidate me. It's really more Janet's call. I'm fine with having you observe. Now I better carry on with my original purpose for being here before thoughts of the delights of a young lady interfere with my concentration." When he stood to clear away the lunch dishes my host had a definite tent in the front of his tan slacks. "I see I'm not the only one who is excited by the prospect." Alan smiled a satisfied smile as he headed toward the kitchen, his own dick pointing the way like a compass. I let Alan carry on with his various household chores while I turned my concentration back to the work I had been sent here for. However, when the alternative is thoughts of young pussy it makes your focus a real challenge. I managed to maintain until I heard Janet call from the front door announcing her arrival home. OK, so my dick did swell a bit; I'll admit that. Still, until Janet professed her interest and was naked in front of me I could take nothing for granted. She did come by to see what I was up to on the computer before heading to help her dad with dinner preparations. My intent was to let Alan decide the timing of any discussion so all through dinner we talked about many things but nothing to do with sex. As the dishes were cleared away I suggested I should attend to a couple of emails from work giving father and daughter an opportunity for a private chat. After a quick shower I was just finishing my last reply when the knock came on my door and in came both Alan and Janet with a tray similar to the night before. As Alan set down the tray of drinks Janet came rushing over. Threw her arms around my bare leg, hugged, and said, "Oh Gary, Daddy says you're willing to teach me about sex!" That exclamation was eliciting a broad smile from Alan. "I am Janet, that's true, but I think we all need to discuss the process first." We each took a seat and I explained my hands on -- dick in method. I wanted to make sure that Janet, in particular, was aware that we would only take things as far as she wanted them to go. In the end we were all in agreement as to how things would go. I sensed that Janet would not disappoint and soon it would be more than horses this New Mexican cowgirl would want to ride. It was also evident that Alan was having trouble containing his enthusiasm. The timing of my visit fit beautifully, as Thursday and Friday were in-service days for all New Mexico teachers. Since tomorrow was Wednesday we could begin that evening. Janet and Alan departed for the night, but not before Alan had mouthed a thank you to me. I was left to my own thoughts of yet another young female whose sexual awakening was entrusted to me. I absentmindedly stroked my growing erection as I recalled those first moments of discovery. I imagined my hard cock seeking the hot sanctuary of an untapped love canal and my fist pounded faster and faster as the memories rushed my brain. The resulting explosion rocked me and I let a guttural gasp escape through clenched teeth. Who wouldn't enjoy what I was looking forward to? Time to get some sleep as I was certain tomorrow would be an exhausting day -- and night.