In Time Of Need

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Author’s note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story.

Jack Mason was staring intently at his computer screen, lost deep in thought as he surveyed the design of a new bakery line. He had come up with the idea of the improved line himself and sketched it out for one of his engineers, Les Carrier, so that Les could work out the engineering details. Given the length of the line, including the up-front mixer/kneader, a roller-coaster effect rise line, the subsequently long baking oven through which the bread would never stop moving, the cool-down/turn out/slicer/bagger areas, it was a very complex machine. If he miscalculated just a minute amount at the wrong spot, his employer would be spending millions of dollars on a machine that could never be recouped.

Jack was deep into the calculations of how long the rise line would take when he heard a knock on his office door. His voice showed his irritation when he yelled, “Come!”

“Hi, boss.” It was the voice of his secretary, Janice Winsome.

“Be with you in a minute,” Jack responded.

Actually it was almost seven minutes before he shoved his calculator aside, convinced that Les had the numbers right on the money. Turning to Janice, he noticed that she had plopped herself into the chair at the end of his desk, the same place she always sat as they were talking through her assignments for the day. That nearness made it even harder for Jack to keep his eyes and mind off of her shapely bare legs and the small feet that she always displayed in strappy high heel shoes. The fact that her just-above-the-knee skirt rode up to mid-thigh when she sat didn’t make the situation any easier for him to conceal.

When he tore his eyes away from her legs and looked up, he noticed that she was just barely holding back tears. A thousand quick thoughts and questions ran through his mind. Was she in pain? Was she in trouble? Had someone been hurt? Worse yet, had someone died? This was the part of managing people that Jack hated – dealing with things that caused “his” people problems.

“What’s the matter, Janice?” he asked.

“I … uh, well, I don’t like to talk about it.”

“If you don’t tell me about it, how can I help you?”

“I don’t know if you can help me.”

“Why don’t you let me decide about that?”

“Well … I’m in trouble.”

“I kind of figured that. What kind of trouble?”

“Money trouble”

“Can you tell me about it?”

“You remember me telling you about … about Janie being sick back in March?” Escort bayan

Janie was her four-year-old daughter, born out of wedlock when Janice’s boyfriend packed up and disappeared after making her pregnant. Several times since then, I had helped Janice out financially when she was in a bind. I remembered her telling me about Janie having to be hospitalized but she didn’t tell me much and after a few days, she told me that Janie was healthy again.

“Yes, I remember.”

“Well, the hospital stay and the doctors’ bills came to over $12,000. I didn’t have that kind of money so I borrowed it.”

“Oh, Janice! Why didn’t you tell me? We could have worked out something.”

She ducked her head and the tears had begun to flow.

“No! No, I just couldn’t do that. You’ve been too nice to me over the years. I couldn’t ask you to bail me out again.”

I picked up her white-knuckled hand from my desk, holding it between both of my hands. I whispered my response.

“Janice, I thought you would know that I would do everything I can to help you.”

She sniffled. “Yes, I know. That’s why I couldn’t say anything.”

“So … you can’t make the payments?”

“No. And they are threatening to hurt my baby if I don’t pay them back.”

“Who did you borrow the money from, Janice?”

“It’s a place over on Thurston Street called Joe Spadori’s Loans.”

“Ohmigosh! You didn’t! He’s a loanshark. No, it’s okay. We’ll find a way. What do they want?”

“They are demanding payment in full within one week. With interest, the total is … $15,250.”

“Ohmigosh! That is outrageous! Okay, let’s get him out of your pocket.”

Jack turned and reached for his suit jacket on the coat tree standing behind the computer monitor. Extracting his personal checkbook, he turned back to his desk and wrote out a check for the full amount. Tearing it out of the book, he turned back to the computer. With a few keystrokes, he had opened an Internet window, accessed his bank and transferred enough money to his checking account to cover the check.

Turning to Janice, he pressed the check into her hands.

“Take this, right now, and go pay off your debt. Make sure they give you the original of any papers you signed. You can pay me whatever you can, just don’t put yourself in a bind again. Okay?”

Janice wiped the tears from her eyes. Standing, she moved closer to him.

“No, Jack. That is not okay. You know that it will take me forever to pay this back. I can’t take it … well, at least not without some other consideration.”

Putting her hands on the arms of his chair, she turned him back to face his desk as she sidled Bayan Escort to the middle of it. Carefully she lifted her bottom onto the writing blotter that covered most of the middle of the desk. Her skirt again rode up her thighs and Jack’s eyes kept wandering from her legs to her cleavage to her face and back again.

“You know my situation, Jack. And I know yours. I know you are lonely and I know you don’t date very many women. I haven’t been on a date since my asshole boyfriend ran off and I’m horny as hell. The one thing that I can give you, Jack, is me.”

Janice pulled her skirt higher until Jack could see the pantyhose all the way up to her slit. The amazing thing was that the crotch of the pantyhose did not exist! Her moist pussy was absolutely positively bare. She leaned forward again, putting her hands back on the arms of his chair, inviting him to look down her blouse at the heavy breasts that had, not too long ago, nursed her little daughter. He groaned at the thought of making love to the sweet woman.

“Come to me, Jack. Fuck me. Any way you want to, Jack. I’m yours.”

Jack’s cock was struggling unsuccessfully to find room within his pants to expand without being painfully restricted. He wanted her. He wanted to lick that sweet-looking pussy. He wanted to fuck her, to suck those precious tits, to squeeze them while he pumped her from behind.

“No! No, Janice. I will not do that. I want to help you just because you are my friend. Because I can. Not because you give yourself to me. That is not part of the bargain.”

Staring into his eyes intently, she said, “But it is, Jack. It is part of the bargain. This is something I want to do. I know you want me. I can see it … in your pants and in your eyes. And I want to do this. If you won’t let me do this so I can feel like I have given you something of value, then I can’t take your money.”

Sitting back against the high-backed chair, Jack contemplated what Janice had just said. While he was thinking, she put her shoes on either side of his legs on the seat cushion, spreading her legs wide and opening her pussy to his eyes. Again he groaned but still he hesitated. Janice, her eyes never leaving his face, held up his check in one hand, grabbed the top of it by her index finger and thumb of the other hand, the signal unmistakable that she was willing to tear up his check if he couldn’t accept her offer.

A smile finally crossed his countenance and stayed. He slowly stood, lifting her legs to his shoulders as she lay back on the blotter. He unfastened his pants, let them drop to the floor followed by his shorts. Janice guided his questing prong into her waiting opening, sighing Escort as he ever so slowly worked his way into her dark wet depths. She felt so good that he simply stood with his cock completely buried in her for several minutes.

When he began to move inside her, it was very slow for a long time, while his hand pushed her skirt up enough that his flat hand could rove her shapely abdomen, with his thumb occasionally drawing little circles around her aroused clit. When she came, the orgasm hit her unexpectedly with such force that she drew blood from her bottom lip as she suppressed a scream of pleasure. Still it wasn’t as strong as the second one several minutes later, just as his cock began spraying the walls of her cunt with his hot sticky cum. It wasn’t until her breathing had returned to some semblance of normal that she realized she had not been on her birth control pills since Janie was born nor had she thought to ask Jack to wear a condom.

When Janice had climbed off the desk and smoothed her skirt back into place, she said, “I’m going to fix you a big dinner tonight. I hope you will join us …?”


The dinner that night was a big success but not as much as the intercourse that followed all through the night. Both Jack and Janice fucked as if they had to make up for lost time. By the time they finally fell asleep, it was too late to make it to work on time and Jack called in, taking a personal holiday … for both of them. The phone call wasn’t made, however, until they had again “wrestled” to a most satisfying “draw.”

The abrupt beginning of their sexual relationship turned into a hot and frantic affair. Everyday Janice would visit Jack’s office near midday and offer herself in one of several ways (she liked laying on the blotter while he stood between her legs, but also loved bending over the desk and letting him take her from behind, as well as straddling him in his big chair and bouncing on his cock. Every so often, she came in, climbed under his desk, unzipped his pants and proceeded to suck him off.

The evenings were mostly occupied by dinners at her apartment, with Janie eating with them but going to bed soon thereafter. So did Jack and Janice but not with the intent of sleeping.

Ten weeks after their first encounter, Jack asked Janice to marry him. She said she would love to but had a confession to make first, one that might change his mind. She told him that she was pregnant … the doctor estimated ten weeks along! That was not a deterrent to Jack, but rather a greater incentive. They were married in a quiet little ceremony four weeks later.

When Janice’s OB/GYN told her that she needed more bed rest (she did NOT say less sex) in her seventh month, she quit work, becoming as it turned out a stay-at-home wife and mommy. Jack hired a new secretary. The fact that she had gray hair, was 63 years old, and a grandmother of seven was not lost on Jack’s wife.

The end.

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