The Best Policy
Keywords: Best, Policy, The,
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I didn't see her bracelet until she'd paid for her groceries, left the checkout line, and disappeared among the cars in the shopping mall's vast parking lot. I was about to run my ATM card through the slot in the machine when I noticed the glint. Diamonds. The narrow silver band was aglitter with them. Without a word, I picked up the bracelet and dropped it into the pocket of my sports jacket. The cashier hadn't seen a thing.
I didn't intend to keep it. I just didn't want to draw attention to my discovery, because the cashier--or her supervisor--might say that she was going to turn the item over to the police, but, instead, she might be tempted to keep it. I'm an automobile mechanic, not a jeweler, but something told me that this was no cheap imitation of a more expensive bracelet. This was real silver, studded with real diamonds' it would be worth thousands, maybe. I meant to see that it got back to the lovely lady who owned it.
And, let me tell you, the word "lovely" doesn't do justice to her! She has to be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. Her long blonde hair falls in thick curls to her dainty shoulders. Her breasts, although not as full as some women's, are firm, high, and tight. Her abdomen is slightly concave, and her rather boyish hips are a sharp contrast to the swelling curves of her beautiful bottom. Her long legs are smooth inside their sheer stockings.
As she exchanged a few polite comments with the cashier, deep dimples appeared in her sleek cheeks, and her full, sensuous mouth framed even, white teeth as she smiled. Her eyes were bright as a brilliant blue sky, and she smelled of roses.
The cashier handed me the receipt for my purchases. "Thanks for shopping at Food Fest."
Her voice brought me out of my reverie, and the vision of the lovely woman about whom I'd been thinking vanished. "You're welcome," I replied, hurrying from the checkout aisle.
Outside, I scanned the parking lot, but the bracelet's owner was nowhere in sight.
When I was safe inside my car, I took the bracelet from my pocket and examined its more closely. An inscription showed on the inside of the silver band: "Jaime. 555-207-0505. Reward." I had her name, her telephone number, and the promise of a reward.
Smiling, I flipped open my cell phone, punched in the digits of her number, and jabbed "TALK." A few moments later, "Connected" appeared on my phone's tiny monitor, and I heard her sweet, sultry voice.
"Hello?"
"I found your bracelet," I declared.
"My bracelet?" She sounded surprised. There was a pause, and then she confessed, alarmed, "I didn't know I'd lost it!"
"It's okay," I reassured her. "I found it."
"There's a reward," she assured me.
"I know." I hesitated before asking, my tone light, as if I were merely joking, "What is the reward, if you don't mind my asking?"
"Me."
I thought about her one-word answer to my question as I drove the few blocks to her condominium. Her unhesitating offer of herself as the reward for my return of her bracelet made me rock hard. However, as I gave her reply more consideration, my cock began to wilt. What kind of woman offered herself to a stranger? A whore. I felt disappointed. Jaime was the hottest woman I'd ever seen, but, if she was nothing more than a call girl, I wasn't sure I wanted to collect my reward. Hell, I might collect something else as well--something I wouldn't want--such as a venereal disease.
Then, another thought occurred to me. Maybe she'd been joking. That's it, I told myself. She'd merely been joking! The reward wouldn't be her; it would be her gratitude. All of her I'd get would be a peck of her lips against the stubble on my cheek and maybe a twenty dollar bill. She wasn't a whore; if anything, she was a comedienne. Suddenly, I felt better. Jaime was redeemed. Ironically, now that I knew she hadn't meant it literally when she'd said that she'd be my reward, my cock began to swell again. Now, I thought, it would have been fantastic to have had the "reward" she'd jokingly promised me. Of course, I knew there was no chance she'd meant any such thing. If anything, I might receive a kiss, a handshake, an expression of her thanks and, maybe, a few bucks. That's all.
A short drive led me to her place, and I stared in awe at the immense palace she called home. She lived at the top of a knoll through which a half-mile-long driveway, flanked by boxwoods and yews and junipers, climbed on its way toward her elegant stone mansion. She wasn't a prostitute, I knew, for not even the most wildly successful call girl could have afforded an estate like hers. For her to afford such a wonderful domain as this, she must be a multimillionaire!
Climbing out of my automobile, I rang her doorbell, and a portly butler bid me to come inside. "Madame is expecting you, sir," he said. "If I may show you the way?"
I was gawking at the hallway. A red carpet ran along the center of the marble floor, below immense cut-glass chandeliers, and past stained-glass windows, expensive oils in ornate frames, and burnished tables bearing china vases, jade lamps, and explosions of bright, cut flowers.
At an arched doorway, the butler stood aside, making a gesture to indicate that I should enter the room beyond, and I caught a glimpse of the lovely lady whose bracelet I bore within my jacket pocket. My breath hitched in my throat. She was every bit as gorgeous as she'd appeared the first time I'd had the exquisite pleasure of observing her surpassing beauty. From the silk-upholstered couch upon which she sat, wearing a quilted robe, surrounded by brocaded pillows in velvet and satin, she smiled her dazzling smile, looking genuinely glad to see me, as if I were a dear friend rather than a stranger, and invited me to join her. As I crossed the carpet, I hardly heard the words of the butler as he asked her whether there would be any further immediate need of his service.
"No, thank you, James," she replied. "I will ring if I need anything more."
"Very good, Madame."
I had the bracelet in my hand by the time I reached her couch. I held it out to her.
"Thank you, my dear sir," she said, taking the silver band. She drew it over her fingers and past her hand, securing the clasp when the bracelet was upon her wrist again, where it belonged. She turned her radiant smile upon me, and my heart melted. My cock began to stiffen as it swelled. "I am Jaime Hall," she introduced herself.
"Bill Smith," I managed to reply.
"I cannot thank you enough for returning this," she said, touching the bracelet. "It is not the monetary value--it is worth only fifty thousand dollars, after all--"
I nearly choked on the amount, but Jaime seemed not to notice my reaction.
"--it is its sentimental value that makes it priceless to me." She paused, seeming to look inside herself. "You see, my father gave me this bracelet, when I turned eighteen."
I smiled, nodding, as if I understood her words. "A birthday present," I said.
Her smile broadened, her eyes glittering. "A coming out present," she corrected me, "to wear on my debut."
"It's beautiful," I assured her. Before I could stop them, these words spilled from my mouth as well: "You're beautiful." I blushed fiercely at my forwardness.
However, she seemed unfazed by my familiarity. "Now, it is time for your reward," she said.
"Please, I don't want any money."
She smiled her dazzling smile. "It's not money I offer," she said. She pulled at the ends of the bow that secured the sash about her waist, and the front of her robe parted, showing her flawless flesh; her firm, round breasts; and the hollow of her silk-smooth belly. A glint of metal shone at her navel, and I saw that her belly button was pierced; she wore a simple silver pin through the punctured skin. Lower down, I glimpsed the pink lace and ribbons with which the waistband of her satin lavender panties was trimmed. "I'm your reward."
I gulped. "I don't understand."
She laughed. "Please, sit." She patted the couch cushion upon which she was seated.
I sat.
Her fingers touched my knee, trailing up, lightly, along the inside of my thigh. The heel of her hand bumped my balls. There was an obvious bulge in the crotch of my pants, the outline of my erection clearly visible beneath the taut fabric. Her dainty hand continued to trace the contour of my leg, sliding around the clump of my testicles and along the stiff, swollen column of flesh into which my straining cock had been transformed by the loveliness of her feminine face and form. The sharp, manicured nails lightly scratched my groin. When she spoke, her voice was husky with desire. "Let me reward you for your honesty. This bracelet means the world to me."
Her delicate fingers massaged my prick through my slacks, and I moaned.
She unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly, and I stood for a moment, kicking off my loafers, snatching off my socks, and removing my trousers and underpants. My stiff-standing cock pointed past my navel.
Jaime's hand closed upon the swollen shaft, giving it a tender, playful squeeze. "That's quite a specimen of manhood," she complimented me.
I knew she was flattering me, because, erect, my prick is only about five and a half inches long. Still, women have assured me, that's quite a mouthful. "Thanks."
Jaime shrugged out of her robe. Now, she wore only her pink-trimmed lavender panties. Rising, she knelt before me, taking my firm cock in the smooth, soft palm of her hand. "Let's put it to good use."
She bent low, her luscious lips parting around my member. I felt them slide down the length of my shaft. Her nose pressed against my pubic hair, her chin nestling against my balls. She'd taken the whole length of my cock into her mouth. It felt wonderful to have my manhood enveloped by the soft tissues of her inner cheeks and the curved trough of her tongue. As her fingers lightly cupped and squeezed my balls through the tightened flesh of my contracted scrotum, Jaime began to bob her head up and down. Her lips traveled back and forth along the length of my saliva-glistening cock.
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