Date: Thu, 9 Feb 2017 02:49:19 -0500
From: Seekinuout2 <seekinuout2@aol.com>
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.