"Have you known Bob long?" he asked.

"Gosh, no," said the girl. "I just met him through his girlfriend, who's an old friend of mine."

"Then where is she?"

"At a wedding shower," she said. "And because I don't know anyone here, she suggested he bring me."

"I'm glad to… hear that," said Bernie in a sincere voice. "You're one of the prettiest women I've ever met."

"Thank you, Mr. Wise." She blushed.

Their conversation was suddenly interrupted when Bob returned from making his phone call.

"Angie," he said. "It's time for me to pick Helen up from the shower. Do you mind if I take you home now?"

"Not at all," said the girl, her eyes clouded with disappointment.

"Nonsense," interrupted Bernie. "I can take her home later."

"Would you rather stay?" Bob asked.

"I think so," she said. "I'm enjoying myself."

"Okay." The young man smiled, turning to leave. "Thank you, Mr. Wise. This is very nice of you."

"It's my pleasure," said the older man as Bob walked away.

Now alone with her boss, Angie suddenly felt strangely embarrassed. She was faintly startled, feeling his fingers brushing against her as they stood side by side.

Though Bernie Wise was a lusty man with an exceptionally strong sex drive, he'd never had even a fleeting relationship with one of his employees. But tonight he felt hopelessly drawn toward this beautiful girl. Finally taking Angie's hand, he led her out onto the terrace.

"Lovely evening, isn't it?" he sighed, standing close to her as they watched the city lights spread out below them.

"Oh, yes," she whispered. "It's really neat."

Without further words, the man moved his arm around her slim waist, gently drawing her closer to him. She could feel the excitement surging through her body as she rested her face against his shoulder. A trickle of hot cunt juice bubbled out of her tingling slit when she felt his hand inching down toward her soft round bottom.