Living Large

Jack didn’t know a thing about money. Only that he came from it. He was wealthy, rich beyond the dreams of anyone he knew. Life hadn’t always been this way of course, Jack was once poor. He didn’t have a dollar to his name and that was only half of his troubles. Because he had no money, he had no house, no car, no future. His girlfriend ran out on him taking the last of their money they shared together in a joint bank account with her. He never saw Lisa again.

He didn’t blame Lisa for bailing on him. Without a future, why would anyone want to stick around? Yeah, Jack didn’t blame her in the slightest degree. When he made it big playing the stock market, things changed around for Jack. Suddenly he was popular. People were offering him jobs left and right. People sought his attention. Was it the money? The fame? Jack sure thought so. He ignored most of their schemes and kept to himself in his quiet one million dollar home. Modest by most millionare standards. Jack enjoyed the peace and quiet.

A lot of wealthy people wanted riches and fame, Jack didn’t want all of the nonsense that came with it. He lived a lonely life, Jack blamed it on his fortune. At first he would throw wild house parties, but soon figured out those people who attended weren’t his real friends. They were simply there for the free alcohol and food, possibly to hook up with random strangers that did show up to the parties. The funny thing about those parties? It was never the same group of people.

Jack preferred small gatherings, not large ones and these parties got huge fast. When he only invited a few close friends, they ended up inviting hundreds of people. His mansion could fit them all, but it wasn’t the quiet gathering he expected. So he often felt left out. Soon enough the parites stopped, Jack was over it.

So he sat home alone most days, wondering what to do with his time. He didn’t have to work another day in his life. It kinda sucked. Jack used to look to the adventure that was work. He enjoyed working alongsiee coworkers and figuring out problems. He had been at the top of his game. That all changed when he made it big.

One evening, Jack was sitting on his couch watching the evening news. There had been large layoffs at the company he used to work for. Crooked investment deals gone wrong, all the chaos involved with that. He smiled, seemed he got out just in the nick of time. If he had stayed, Jack would be looking for another job and quick. Maybe winning at the stock market really had paid off and he was just looking a gift horse in the mouth. Jack didn’t know for sure.

That’s when she showed up. It was raining out, typical damsil in distress. Her car had broken down. Jack let her in to warm up by the fire.

“What’s your name?” Jack asked.

“Samantha.” The woman replied. “I’m sorry to intrude, I saw the light on, and well with my car broke down I need to call a tow truck.”

Jack looked at the time. “At this hour of night? Oh dear, I’m not sure you’ll be able to get one till the morning. I have a room you can spend the night in.” He offered.

Samantha agreed. “Thank you so much, that is so kind of you. I must have knocked on at least ten doors before you answered yours. Thank you so much.”

Jack nodded. He could understand why people didn’t answer their door that late at night, not to mention the section of town he lived in. Rich people didn’t want to bother with the poor. Samantha wasn’t poor, but she wasn’t rich either. He could tell by the way she dressed. He did wonder her profession though. Eh, it would come at a later time he was sure.

Leading Samantha down the hallway, Jack showed her to a good sized room. It even had its own bathroom attached to it. Samantha gasped at the sheer size of the room. “Oh my.” She said. “This is huge.”

Jack nodded. He knew exactly how large the room was. Nothing but the best for his guests. “I hope you find it satisfactory.”

Samantha nodded. “Yeah, It’s great! Thank you so much for helping me.”

Jack nodded again. “You bet. If you need anything, anything at all. Don’t hesitate to ask.” He turned to leave the room. “Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite.” He chuckled as he walked out the door.

Samantha smiled at the gesture. An age old phrase that never got old no matter how many times she had heard it. Stripping down to her underwear, Samantha got ready for bed. She figured Jack wouldn’t have any women’s clothing laying around, that didn’t seem to be his MO. So sleeping half naked would have to do.

The bed was very comfortable, must have been the three thousand thread count on the sheets. The pillows too were comfortable. Samantha drifted right off to sleep. She was so tired from her journey. Samantha would have to figure out things with her car in the morning.

During the middle of the night, it began to thunderstorm. Samantha woke with a start. She hated rain and hated thunderstorms. It wasn’t anything she ever enjoyed. Talk about an annoying thing to live through. She sat straight up in bed. The covers fell from her half naked body.

Getting out of bed, Samantha looked to the door. There was a white robe hanging from a hook on the back of the door. That robe hadn’t been there earlier, at least she didn’t think it had been. Walking over to the robe, Samantha put it on and smiled. It was comfortable. Exiting the room, she wandered down the hallway.

There was someone singing at the other end of the long hallway. It sounded like Jack. Why was he singing this late at night? She wondered. Samantha decided to investigate.

As she continued walking down the long dark hallway, the singing got louder. She was getting close to what she assumed was the master bedroom. That’s when the lights went out. Samantha stopped dead in her tracks for a second. She regained her bearings. It was pitch dark. The singing didn’t stop.

“Bastard.” Samantha whispered. “Probably is used to this all the time.” She kept walking.

Reaching the master bedroom, Samantha opened the door. It creeked open slowly. She looked inside the room, it was empty. The singing was coming from the master bath. There was water running. Jack was taking a shower, she deduced. Samantha turned to leave, when she heard Jack’s voice call out to her.

“Oh don’t leave darlin’, why don’t you join me.” Jack invited. “The water is nice and warm!”

Samantha’s jaw dropped. “That pervert!” She whispered. Yet the invitation was there. She didn’t want to pass it up. Jack was a handsome man after all and cute to boot.

Slipping out of her underwear and her robe, Samantha stood there stark naked. She entered the bathroom with as much confidence she could muster. Jack turned to face her.

“I’m glad you decided to join me.” He said. “Wow, what a knock out! Get in here!”

Opening the shower door, Samantha hopped in. She pulled Jack close to her in an embrace. They kissed as they hung onto each other. She could feel Jack’s cock grow and get hard. She could also feel her nipples getting hard as well. She was turned on, excited even.

Samantha guided Jack’s hand down to her pussy, where he inserted his fingers. He finger fucked her slow at first, then a little quicker. She held onto his back for support. It was an amazing feeling.

Jack picked Samantha up and slid her gently down onto his cock. He pressed into her up against the shower wall and fucked her. She held on as best she could moaning as she did so. “Oh Jack!” She moaned.

Jack grunted. “Come for me baby.” He said. “Come for me.” He kept pumping into her hard and fast. He could feel her pussy clench around his hard cock. “That’s a good girl.” He encouraged.

Samantha scratched her fingers into Jack’s back. “Oh! Oh!” She screamed. “I’m coming!” She moaned with pleasure. Her pussy throbbed in esctasy.

Jack continued pumping until he too came hard inside of her. He continued to kiss her neck and rub against her bare chest. “Oh baby.” He said. “You done good.” He let her down. They finished showering together.

The next morning, Samantha got up early and called the tow truck company to come help her out. Jack was nowhere to be seen. She figured he left for work, or something. What did rich people do all day? She didn’t have a clue.

Walking down the steps of the mansion, she looked back at it. She wished she could stay, but there were other important things she had to take care of. If she was lucky she might be back someday. But for now, she wasn’t sure that would ever happen. She had a moment of pure pleasure, that was good enough for her.

Leaving the mansion behind, Samantha went on about her life. She never forgot about her experience there. It remained there throughout the rest of her life.

The End