Sex and the Hardwood Floor

[Arioso]

With apologies to Subo and Destiny -- not tryin' to poach on the territory of your Lovely Victorian....but home improvement just lends itself so well to seduction....*g*

IC: Jodi Parker surveyed the hardwood floor with a resigned sigh, unable to deny the truth any longer. It was that time again.

Time to rent a sander and redo all the floors on the first level of her house. It had been ten years since last she'd had to deal with that bone-wearying chore and its infernal instrument of torture:

the sander

and she couldn't put it off any longer. Her once smooth, polished hardwood floors were covered with scratches and scrapes.

It would mean crowding much of her furniture into the attic, basement, and upstairs rooms and sleeping in a tent in her back yard, but thankfully it was still warm and temperate in these final days of summer. And, with a little help, it would be finished in two weeks.

Still single in her late thirties, Jodi knew she'd need to hire a little muscle. So, after a little digging through the files of bills and related papers she kept on her house, she pulled out the same Help Wanted Ad she'd posted in the university district ten years ago:

Short-term employment available. Home owner seeks able-bodied student for 2-wk job. Must be able to operate floor sander several hours at a time (no experience necessary). Able to work at least three days a week preferred, but weekend-only availability will be accepted. Reply to JP, 555-2438.

As the lithe, green-eyed woman sat down to enter the text of the ad onto her computer, she gave a silent hurrah for the Internet. Though she was still athletic and fit for her years, she was glad that she could simply e-mail it to the student newspaper and the college employment center, rather than having to run all over the place posting signs.

Still, it wouldn't hurt to cast her net wide. So, after printing out a dozen or so copies of the ad, she pulled her bobbed red hair back in a ponytail (making her look tomboyish and younger than her years), slipped on her sneakers and went out to staple a few of the ads to telephone posts in her neighborhood.

OOC:
Okay, open casting call for a young chap (or even a strong, young chick) who'd like to see if sweaty, shirt-stripping-off home improvement and sexual escapades really do mix or not. Invent a character if you're interested and pm me to share your idea -- any level of sexual experience welcome, from the virgin who can be seduced by an older woman to the insatiable "player" who might do the seducing him/herself (and yes, either gender welcome). If, by chance, I actually get a taker on this, the thread will then become closed for the two of us. Thanks much, folks...yikes!

 

[Arioso]

Thread is now closed

OOC: Thank you to Vergis, who has graciously taken me up on this little divertissement. My dear man, feel free to post away at any time.

Henceforth, this thread will be closed for Vergis and myself. Cheers, all!

 

[Vergis]

Richard Templey

OOC: Richard Templey is 19 yrs of age, and a student in the local University. He is 6'1'' and swims for the University team, and generally keeps himself fit. However he has very little experience with women, and is about to get a one on one lesson....



Richard couldn’t believe his luck, the summer was coming to an end and while his friends’ classes were starting his course would not start for another three weeks. This job would set him up nice and easy to start semester with a new car. He hadn’t stopped smiling since he had finished his telephone call with miss Parker, oh she said to call her Jodi, or did I make that part up, my God stop fantasising you haven’t even met the woman yet! Richards inner dialogue was often erratic, flamboyant, and horny. His outer persona was quite different.

Using his the same bag that he used when training with the universities swimming team Richard had thrown in a change of clothes and a baseball cap. He wasn’t sure that he’d use them, but miss Parker, no… Jodi had said that he could use her shower after working through the day. He wasn’t sure what clothes to wear at first but as he was doing physical work he settled for his sports vest, shorts and trainers (sneakers).

As per their discussion two days ago, he left his house and cycled up the five blocks that separated their daily lives. He had probably seen her about town, but didn’t recognise her voice, though new which street she lived on when Jodi had given him the address. He was running a little early, but only by fifteen minutes. She really needed him as long as possible during the day to avoid over paying for the sander (it was rented per day, so it made sense to him).

He rode the bike up her drive way, dismounted and left the bike leaning against the side of the house while he brushed his short cropped blonde hair and swung his bag off his shoulders in time to rap his knuckles on the front door. He heard a muffled, ‘One minute!’ from somewhere in the house, and within a couple of seconds the door opened revealing miss Parker. No… Jodi.

As with most men his age Richard gave her the once over with a quick glance, taking in her smooth legs and thighs, little shorts, and tank top before casting his eyes into her own. “Hi miss Parker, I’m Richard.” Her hair was stunning shade of red, almost chestnut in colour and her eyes alive with a bright colour of green casting an ageless light over her features. He wouldn’t have guessed her to be more than twenty-five.

He held out his hand for her to shake, “Hi Richard, and I’ve already said. It’s Jodi.” She flashed him her white pearls with a smile and took his hand. It was a quick informal handshake, but Richard felt a slight flush to his cheeks as he caught a glimpse of a red bra strap sneaking its way into view under her tank top.

“Sorry, nice to meet you Jodi.” He looked back at her face, trying no to think of the strap. “You look like you’ve already started with out me.”

“I was about to move some of the furniture upstairs out of your way. Please come in.” Jodi led him into the house far enough for him to lay his bag down on the deck and look about the place that he would be working on over the next two weeks.

“If you’d like, I get help you with that furniture?” He asked.

 

[Arioso]

"That would be great, Richard," Jodi accepted with another warm smile, letting her eyes wander discreetly over the young man.

He was perfect for the job -- physically fit and, from his offer to help with the furniture, willing to dive right in and get to work. And then there was the added bonus that he happened to be quite handsome. In different circumstances...and if Jodi didn't already know that her age usually made her unattractive to most young men...she might have flirted with him in a bar or at a club.

Ah well. At least she could enjoy looking.

"We'll go ahead and start the clock, then. $25 an hour, as agreed, yes? How about you give me a hand with this book case. I've already packed the books in boxes and taken them upstairs. We can put the case in my room," she proposed.

"Fine by me," Richard agreed with a shrug and a casual grin. "How shall we do this?"

"Why don't I go upstairs first? I don't mind going backwards if you don't mind shouldering most of the weight," Jodi suggested, furrowing her brow slightly as she suddenly racked her brains to remember if she had any stray laundry lying about on her bedroom floor. God, she'd hate to embarass Richard with random, black lace brassieres hanging out to dry on her doorknobs. Something about him struck her as a little shy.

They maneuvered the large, pine book case up the stairs and into her bedroom, where to Jodi's relief she saw nary a scrap of lingerie dangling or piled in a heap on the floor. Indeed, the room was impeccable -- the large, four-poster bed was made up with crisp white sheets and a down comforter, her massive oak chest of drawers had all drawers closed...even the small bottles of perfume and sensual body oils were lined up neatly on her bedside table.

Crap. Jodi hoped Richard wouldn't look to closely at those vials. Some of the names the manufacturers gave to their body oils were downright hokey. Why couldn't they just call jasmine "jasmine" instead of "sensual nights"? Why did vanilla musk have to be "innocent embrace"?

"Over here by the wall, Richard," Jodi directed. The two of them navigated around the bed and propped the bookcase against the outside wall of her room, just next to the window.

"Wow, nice view," Richard remarked, glancing out of her window after they'd unburdened themselves.

Jodi felt herself relaxing in his presence and reminding herself that she was worrying for nothing. Good grief, Richard probably had a girlfriend, and could care less about what a middle-aged lady kept on her bedside table.

"Yep, it's one of the things that originally sold me on this house," Jodi agreed, beaming with pride at her panoramic view of the downtown area and the waterfront. "Come on, Richard, there's plenty more to move downstairs. So, since we're going to be working together for a while, why don't you tell me a little about yourself? How long have you been at the university?"

As she preceded him out of her room, she failed to notice his rather surprised glance at a framed sketch on her wall.

So wrapped up had she been in worrying about stray lingerie and body oils that she completely forgot about the nude portrait in charcoal that a college art professor (and former lover) had done of her when she was twenty-one. Indeed, she was so used to it hanging on her wall, that to her, it was merely part of the background.

"Are you majoring in anything yet?" Jodi continued to make conversation as she headed back downstairs.

 

[Vergis]

Richard had already warmed to her; he didn’t feel any sexual pressure and felt comfortable in talking to miss… Jodi. What had he been thinking anyway, what would a woman like her see in a little kid like him. Well true he wasn’t as little as a little kid could be but he was young, and not very confident when it came to ladies, perhaps she even sensed that. He suddenly became aware of his brow crumpling into a fist as he tried to banish that little line of thought. All he needed was to give himself a complex on his first day.

Instead he made a comment on the view, and relaxed a little more while she advised that it was one of the reasons why she bought the house. He liked the idea that people still recognised beauty, so many people were worried about money and their work that the things that were really important (well to him anyway) were left in the gutter.

“There’s plenty more downstairs.” Jodi nearly caught him looking at her ass when she turned around from the window, he wasn’t quite sure but he thought the shorts were high enough to actually see her ass. Perhaps it was the light. Besides, she was right, there was plenty more work downstairs.

They left the room together with her in the lead, Jodi had been asking him to tell her about himself while they walked past a charcoal picture of someone who either looked exactly like miss Parker or was her. Again he flushed slightly when the realisation came to him, as time slowed about him his eyes traced the contours of her perfectly crafted body, the shades of her crevices and the darkness of her nipples, he came to know that he definitely fancied Jodi Parker.

"Are you majoring in anything yet?" Jodi continued to make conversation as she headed back downstairs.

“Art and Design.” He said, following her down the stairs, now fascinated with her body, the way her hips swayed slightly as Jodi made her way down the stairs. “The art department had some water damage during the holidays, which is why I’m starting later than usual. I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw your advert, I thought I was going to be sitting on my butt for three weeks.”

Jodi walked over to a box with Richard in tail, but she closed the box before he could snoop. “Would you be a babe and take the Television?” He looked over at it,

“Yeah no problems.” They both picked up their separates and headed back up stairs, this time Richard taking the lead. Eager to look at the charcoal picture again, “How about you? What do you do mi…Jodi?”

 

[Arioso]

That was a close call, Jodi thought to herself as she swiftly gathered up the box of videos next to her television set.

For the most part, they were unremarkable titles: Jacob's Ladder, The Usual Suspects, Caddyshack (okay, she had her moments), Casablanca. But tucked in between the garden-variety videos was one she watched late at night, by herself: a porn film she'd been introduced to by one of her many ex-boyfriends. And not the softcore kind that could be shrugged off as "risque". Nope. Hardcore. Down and dirty and guaranteed to get her wet as the ocean.

"How about you? What do you do mi...Jodi?" Richard asked as he hauled her television set up in his muscular arms.

Jeez, but this kid was sweet. His parents must have been big on the manners -- he was having a hard time using her first name.

"Nice save, Richard," she chuckled and winked at him. "If you call me Miss anything, I'll feel old." Dammit. Stop flirting with him -- he's a down-to-business kind of guy. Look at him practically sprint up the stairs. Most college guys would be dragging their heels, trying to pad their hours and make more money.

As Jodi followed Richard up the stairs, hefting the box of videos in her arms, she rambled easily about her career, "I'm part of a dying breed -- travel agent. But with all the online, book-it-yourself agencies, I'll probably have to find a new line of work in five or ten years. Who knows? Maybe I'll write for a travel magazine, then. Since my job comes with great perks like free airline tickets, I've been to more places than most of my clients."

Jodi was oblivious as Richard paused briefly, once again, before her nude portrait.

Blithely, she chattered on, stepping past and walking toward her closet. "It's been a great job, though. The pay is decent, although I could never have afforded this house if my grandfather hadn't left me a tidy little sum in his will. And the hours are definitely better than what a lawyer has to log at a firm."

As she set the box down, overfilled as it was with videos, the lid popped up to rest slightly askew. However, Jodi turned on her heel to breeze back past Richard. Nodding in the direction of the box, she said, "Go ahead and set the t.v. down by the closet."

For some reason, his face looked a little flushed.

Jodi paused, wondering if the work had already overtaxed him.

Hmm.

"I could use a glass of water, how about you, Richard?" she asked.

"Umm....sure, thanks," he replied, still looking flushed as he moved to set the television down.

Just as Jodi was on her way out of the room, Richard added, "Actually, I kind of need to use the bathroom. Is it...? Where...? I mean..."

"Oh, sure. It's through that door on the other side of the bed. Help yourself, and join me in the kitchen when you're ready."

Only when she was downstairs, scooping ice cubes into two pint-sized glasses, did Jodi remember what she'd left out in her bathroom the night before.

Oh god...

She dropped her forehead into her palms and slumped against the counter.

Of all the bloody things to forget...

 

[Vergis]

Richard really did like the nude picture, not just because it was nude as you may think, but the fact that he was a student in art made him appreciate the care that had been put into the piece. Jodi had walked passed him, and was bent over the box in her room as he entered, his pupils enlarged and gazed on her pert ass, and his little question of earlier was now answered, he could see the bottom of her ass cheeks. Damn this woman was hot.

Jodi turned on her heel to breeze back past Richard. Nodding in the direction of the box, she said, "Go ahead and set the t.v. down by the closet." He had blinked when she turned around to hide the fact that he had been staring, but his cheeks felt a little warm. He was glad that this television set was quite heavy.

He was setting the set down next to the box when Jodi asked him if he wanted any water to drink; that would be nice. His eyes had travelled over to the box and caught the three x’s on one tape. He stuttered, "Umm....sure, thanks," He’d prefer to throw it over his face and calm down though, and that prompted him to asked where the bathroom was. He needed some cold water, before he started thinking of Jodi watching hardcore porn.

He stood up and followed her directions into the bathroom just off of her bedroom. Which he now looked on in a different way, the four-poster bed suddenly looking a little more comfortable than it should do to an employee. He opened the door and slid through into the smaller room, ignoring the toilet and turning on the cold tap straight away. He cupped his hands and watched the cold water fill up before splashing his face with it. How on earth was he going to be able to work here for two weeks without saying something, or getting caught with a hard-on.

“Bring yourself together.” He mouthed the words to himself in the mirror, the water trickling off of his brow and down his cheekbones. “Dry yourself off and go downstairs, every thing is going to be fine.” But everything was not fine, he had the hotties for his boss, and there was nothing he could do about it. All he needed now was a towel sat on the toilet with a vibrator resting at the top.

Richard didn’t know how long he had been staring at it, he only hoped it had been seconds and not minutes. He of course had seen one, and played about with his ex-girlfriend with hers, but he hadn’t expected to find one at this precise moment in time. Yet there is was, a blue thin fella with a black cap on one end which he assumed was the part you twisted to turn it on and off.

He looked around the room for another towel; there must after all be more than one in the bathroom. Unless of course you were planning on doing some work on the house and hadn’t had time to do all of the washing. He picked up the dildo and quickly wiped his face in the towel before resetting them both on the toilet.

He then headed down the stairs, ignoring the picture on the wall and out to the kitchen where his lovely red head was slumped slightly over the kitchen counter. He suddenly wondered whether or not she used the vibrator quite recently to have had it in the bathroom, they’d need to be cleaned surely. “You alright there Jodi?” He asked stepping into the room.

She nearly jumped at his words but recovered remarkable quick, handing him his drink and for the first time since he arrived. Avoided eye contact. “I’m fine. Did you find it alright?” Her eyes flickered as she mentally cursed the words that she had used, obviously requesting if he had found the bathroom, but too close to her toy for comfort.

“No problem what so ever, it was there right in front of me after all.” It was now Richard’s turn to mentally curse, both knowing that each other knew, but something kept them from saying anything about it. Luckily from the kitchen window Richard could see a tent. “You’re not planning on sleeping out there are you?”

 

[Arioso]

Did you find it all right?!?

Jodi's inner voice was screaming at her. Could she possibly have asked anything more leading to the nice, young man who had undoubtedly just gotten a nice, up-close-and-personal view of her vibrator. Aaauuugh!

To her relief, however, Richard made absolutely no comment whatsoever. Indeed, the guy seemed as eager to sidestep the whole subject as she was. She was floored by how mature he was. Some nineteen-year-old males might take the opportunity to get a little raunchy, maybe rub her nose in it...but Richard steered clear.

Wow. Someday, he was going to make some cute little coed very happy. Jodi was already jealous.

"You're not planning on sleeping out there are you?" he asked, gesturing toward her back yard and deftly offering them both a diversion onto a safe topic.

"Hmm? Oh, well, actually, yes," Jodi admitted, offering Richard the glass of ice water she'd poured for him. Cocking her head toward the tent, she explained, "Before you leave today, I actually hope to get most of the furniture moved upstairs. It'll just be easier to sleep outdoors while my room is all cluttered up."

"You're kidding, right?" Richard asked her, looking perplexed.

"Nope," Jodi smiled with shy awkwardness, still finding it difficult to look him in the eye. "I hope you won't mind a few hours of hard work, but I do hope to have all the furniture moved upstairs before you go."

Richard shook his head and let out a small laugh. "That's not...no, I didn't mean the work. I don't mind that. But you're seriously going to sleep in a tent?"

"Well...yeah," Jodi looked back at him, a smile slowly creeping across her face as his good humor became contagious. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing....nothing," he assured her, grinning more broadly. And just like that, his relaxed, easygoing manner made her forget the whole, embarassing faux pas with her vibrator.

At least, until the end of the day.

They worked well together, falling into an efficient rhythm of teamwork, hefting boxes, hoisting furniture, until everything from the ground floor had been relocated either upstairs or down in the basement.

When they were done and covered in sweat, Jodi offered him the use of her shower...and instantly regretted it, remembering what he'd discovered in her bathroom earlier. She could see in Richard's eyes that he, too, was thinking of the secrets that her bathroom harbored. However, with a maturity that she admired, he merely begged off the shower, saying he wouldn't want to clean up only to get sweaty again from his bike ride home.

So, she waved him off down the street and went up to shower herself.

Only....she didn't quite make it to the shower right away....

The vibrator was lying atop a towel...right where she'd left it to dry after cleaning it of the previous night's use. The towel was just rumpled enough to make it clear that someone had used it...

Instantly, a vivid image flashed in Jodi's mind and she felt a wave of warmth cascade over her. Richard's hands had been there....so close to her toy....had he touched it?

The thought of the handsome, college boy who'd spent the day with her....the thought of him touching her vibrator....Jodi cursed herself.

You're pathetic, her inner voice chided.

But she couldn't stop the fantasy from spinning out. For months, she'd been getting her relief from nothing more than her own imagination and that electric wand....Richard was fantasy-material, all right, and too good to pass up.

Oh, crap! I don't believe I'm going to do this.....

Picking up the vibrator, she steered her way through the maze of furniture and boxes in her room and crawled onto her bed. Then, she lay on her back, closed her eyes, and pictured Richard in her mind.

His tall, muscular form....strong arms...blue eyes....boyish, laughing face...

A finger teased her nipple through the fabric of her clothing...coaxing it to a tight, hard peak. Her hand dipped down to grasp the edge of her tank top. Slowly she pushed it up, taking her bra with it...letting her breasts spill free.

She eased her shorts and panties down, then spread her legs, ready to fantasize. God, more than ready! She'd been doing it all day...She'd just get it out of her system....Do this, and then it would stop....

The vibrator hummed when she switched it on and gently slid it into her pussy. All Jodi could think of as she pumped it in and out of herself with smooth, slow strokes was that Richard's hands had possibly touched it....or if not, they'd come within mere inches. Somehow, it made it seem almost as if he were holding it now...

It didn't take long for Jodi to bring herself to a searing, shuddering orgasm, wicked thoughts of her young helper spurring her lust to peaks she hadn't reached in ages.

Afterward, when she lay panting and flushed, Jodi berated herself for giving in to her impulse.

Get a grip! Come on, you're going to have to work with him for two weeks...

She sighed and got up to shower off.

...and this time, after cleaning her vibe, she made a point of drying it off and putting it safely away in her drawer.

Jodi just hoped she could face him tomorrow.

 

[Vergis]

Not my BIKE!?!?!?

He was doing quite well. No he was doing fantastically well. He had gotten home, put his bike in the garage, and even had a cup of tea with his mom before jogging up the stairs and wash the day off of him. The shower water was running, his vest was off over his head, and that was the opportune moment to think of Jodi.

He looked in his mirror, no blushing this time. Why should he? Jodi wasn’t about to see him with a hard-on. He cursed his teenage libido, this was a job nothing else, and Jodi wouldn’t be interested in him letching all over her while he did that job. After all she had given him this opportunity, trusted him to work for her, he couldn’t act like that around her and break that trust.

But then all he could think about was the colour of her hair, the way her body moved, her little ass, the hint of red fabric from beneath her tank top. The vibrator, he had touched her vibrator. He had touched the very thing that she used to pleasure her self; she could even be using it that very second. He had removed his shorts, locked the door and had been standing in front of the sink stroking his cock without realising what he had started.

Instantly he removed his hand, he couldn’t think of her that way. Certainly not, how could he look at her the next day knowing that thinking of her had made him cum. The problem he faced was that every time his mind brought her up, he became quite hard, and the longer that she remained in his mind the harder he got. She was after all, gorgeous and the nude picture just underlined his mental statement. Damn it.

He stepped into the shower, trying to ignore the fact that his cock was standing high in the air, bobbing with his motioned just a couple of inches from his navel. With the hot water splashing off of his head, and cascading down his young physique he soaped away the sweat from the days work, and tried to put Jodi out of his mind. But everything that he tried to think of, led back to her and her house, and her vibrator.

The very thought of her using it after his touch was enough to make him think that he could actually be using it on her, he tilted his face upwards and laughed into the spray, that was up surd. But it was there, stuck in his mind, the image of her naked as in the picture. He was propped up on his side next to her, as she lay on her back, her legs slightly open to give his hand enough room to use the vibrator on her. He spent a while wondering whether or not Jodi shaved, what her pussy looked like, what did it taste like? All good questions as he pumped his eight fat inches under the warmth of the shower.

He pondered how she liked to be touched, where he would like to touch her, what positions she preferred? Then he was back in her bed room, Jodi bent over her box of video tapes, but this time he was free from his television set, instead he held her hips with his hands, his cock sliding up through the leg of her shorts and penetrating her wetness, he could feel the orgasm building at the base of his cock, knowing that the thought of fucking Jodi was driving him almost out of his mind.

Cold water. Strike that, very cold water, and at the worst time possible. Richard instinctively yelled from behind the glass panel as he stopped pumping and got out of the shower. He could hear his mom shouting sorry from the kitchen, and he cursed under his breath. He was on his knees shivering in the middle of the bathroom, his cock now drooping. Richard considered starting again, but the cold shower had brought him around a little, and he decided that it had been for the best. He couldn’t go round wanking over every woman he talked to, even if they were drop dead gorgeous like Jodi Parker.

Instead he settled to eat his tea with his parents, decline an invitation to the hockey match and get an early night. Tomorrow would be a big day, he had swimming practice after work too, the coach had set up some mock competition between the team, and he had to be at peak condition.

He fell asleep wondering whether Jodi would like to watch him race…a silly thought.

The next day started fantastic, his alarm went off he woke up, managed to eat breakfast and catch a little television before getting ready to over to miss Parkers house. He grabbed his bag, still knowing somewhere that he would not take a shower over there, but just in case he took it anyway. He managed to dress in a similar fashion, this time with a t-shirt and shorts.

On his way out through the kitchen he happened upon the note for his attention from his dad. The words sorry, and I’ll buy you another one did not bode well enough. But the part where it read, ‘I ran over your bike with the car’ was the worst. He ran out of the door and into the garage, knowing full well that his dad wouldn’t joke about it, but he had to see it for his own eyes. There it was, almost in half. It must have fallen over while his dad was reversing out on the way to work this morning. He’d have to jog, great.

On his second day to work, Richard was five minutes late. He rapped his knuckles on the door, and waited. He had apologised before the door was fully open, but on seeing Jodi’s exquisite face frame perfectly by her chestnut hair made him recall his shower session the evening before. He gulped, and rambled on over his excuse making it sound a little less believable than the truth…

 

[Arioso]

Good grief, it was only five minutes

Jodi waved him inside with a sympathetic smile, hardly listening to his earnest explanation as to why he was late. Five minutes hardly counted as late, and besides....her own, lingering guilt at the knowledge that she'd used this sweet guy as fantasy material for masturbation made it impossible for her to pass judgment on him for anything.

"Body's not aching too much after yesterday, I hope?" Jodi asked as Richard stepped inside and set his bag on the stairs.

Her body hadn't stopped aching for him....

"Not at all," Richard answered with a shy grin. "I think the extra workout might even help me with my strokes."

"S-strokes?" Jodi stammered, a blush creeping across her cheeks as images of the stroking she'd done last night flashed vividly in her mind.

"I swim," Richard explained.

Jodi's pulse slowed back to normal, although her cheeks still glowed with aroused warmth. "Oh," she acknowledged. "No wonder you're in such fine shape."

As soon as the suggestive words were out of her mouth, Jodi mentally kicked herself. Great...let the cute college guy know you've been drooling over him. He'll get a laugh out of it with his little college girlfriend.

But if Richard had found anything odd about her remark, he didn't let on. Instead, he continued somewhat apologetically, "Actually...that's kind of something I needed to talk to you about. You see, I've got practice this afternoon, and with the time it will take on the buses...I was wondering if I could leave a little early."

"Oh, Richard, of course!" Jodi assured him, impulsively reaching out and resting her hand on his forearm, as she might do to any of her friends. But she pulled her hand away quickly...it tingled with warmth where her skin had met his. "I'm easy...er....flexible where you're concerned...that is...."

Crap! Why was everything coming out sounding like a recitation of the Kama Sutra?!?

She paused, collected herself, and asked, "Look, I'm not going to be a drill sergeant about your starting and finishing times. You've been great, and it's only been one day. I couldn't have asked for a better guy...for the job. Besides, why should you take the bus? Can I drive you to the pool later?"

 

[Vergis]

Smooth Floor....

For some reason Jodi was a little more distracted today, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but then he wasn’t given much time to do so anyway. Every sentence she seemed to say would spark a memory of his fantasy with her last night. But then, he probably started the whole thing up with his use of the word strokes. Damn it.

She was perfect though; I wonder what her lips taste like? She paused before asking, "Look, I'm not going to be a drill sergeant about your starting and finishing times. You've been great, and it's only been one day. I couldn't have asked for a better guy...for the job. Besides, why should you take the bus? Can I drive you to the pool later?"

He wasn’t sure if he should accept the offer, after all she was his boss, she was paying him for his time, and now she was offering to drive him to the pool. “I’m sure you have much better things to spend your time on.” He remembered the blue shaft on her toilet lid.

“Nonsense, it’s the least I can do for you.” Had she said I was good looking earlier? He should have finished masturbating last night, all he was thinking of was she.

“Well if you’re alright about it, then I would love to have a lift.” He smiled broadly across his face trying hard not to picture Jodi naked. “If you want the gallery is free, we have a competition tonight…” He trailed off, realising how stupid he must be asking his boss to watch him race in a swimming gala. “Not that it’s going to be anything more than a bunch of guys running around the pool in Speedo’s nothing too interesting.” He blinked, noticing Jodi for the first time flush slightly at his words. Had she already thought of him like that?

He found himself increasingly aroused by being near her, “Ok then, let’s start thinking about getting this floor smooth enough to sleep on.” He clapped his hands together and walked past Jodi toward the sander, he had hidden his nervousness well he thought. Even though his thoughts had led to other intentions for having the floor smooth.

 

[Arioso]

Smooth enough to...?

Sleep wasn't what she was thinking of, when she imagined the end product of all their efforts. No, Jodi's sexually-obsessed little mind was spinning out far more erotic images. She could picture them rolling out her thick, soft persian rug over the newly refinished floor...and then, before he could rise up from his knees, her hand on his shoulder, staying him there...

...a finger to his lips, silencing the inevitable question....

...easing him wordlessly onto his back...

Was he innocent? No....how could he be, when he looked like that and when he had such a sweet manner? But it was oh so tempting...the fantasy of teaching him about pleasure...guiding him...perhaps whispering explicit suggestions in his ear -- more explicit than anything he'd ever heard from the girls he'd most likely dated.

Jodi's eyes widened and she shook herself. This wouldn't do at all. Given her state of dress, if she kept this up, Richard would have far too many hints about what she was thinking. She was wearing workout clothes, something she could sweat in. But the damned thing about sports bras was that they were thin and stretchy...and yielded too easily to the body's shape. So even though she'd put on a more modest tee shirt today, her nipples pressed bullet-hard beneath the body-conscious cotton. And lycra running shorts were no better. Thankfully, they were a dark, hunter green, or Jodi was sure she'd be showing a tiny wet spot. God, he'd been here only fifteen minutes, and she was getting wet for him. But they molded to her shape everywhere...enhancing the firm, round curves of her ass and, even worse, tracing the seductive 'V' at the juncture of her thighs.

Come on, Jodi! Get your mind on the job.

"Right," Jodi agreed to Richard's forthright suggestion that they start work. She followed him over to the sander -- infernal contraption! -- and asked, "So, how much experience do you have?"

He cast her a startled glance and Jodi kicked herself once again for the innuendo, until she realized that he probably thought she was expecting previous experience with a sander that he didn't have.

"I know I advertised no experience necessary, but I just need to know where to start," she clarified, gesturing toward the machine that would own both of their asses for the next two weeks. "Should I just tell you how to work it, or would you like me to demonstrate?"

And why was her brain inwardly replacing the sander with her vibrator at this particular moment? Gah!

"Um...well, if you could just show me how you'd like it done..." Richard stammered, his eyes flicking self-consciously between her face and the floor....or was he checking her out? Did he just pause at her tits? "I mean, it's your floor...I wouldn't want to be too rough..."

Jodi swallowed, growing increasingly aware of a subtle, charged tension in the room. Stepping closer to Richard, she acknowledged, "Well, in this case, you can't really be too rough. The whole point is to strip it bare."

She gave him a basic run-down of the controls, then switched on the sander, which roared to life beneath her grip.

"Watch," Jodi raised her voice so that Richard could hear her over the loud hum. "Like this."

As she pushed it in fluid but forceful strokes over the surface of the floor, the sander's vibrations coursed up her arms and made her entire torso shake a little. Her breasts jiggled beneath her tee shirt.

"Here, go ahead and grab hold," Jodi suggested, removing one of her hands from the sander's handle so Richard could get a feel for the machine while she guided him.

 

[Vergis]

Watch he did, and although he knew that it would be him moving that sluggish contraption about her flooring watching Jodi’s muscles react in working it revealed that she too was in fine shape.

"Here, go ahead and grab hold," Jodi suggested, removing one of her hands from the sander's handle so Richard could get a feel for the machine while she guided him.

Yeah, I’d love to grab hold of you. He stepped over and nestled in close to Jodi his right arm taking control of the right hand grip while Jodi remained on the left. “Like this?” He asked while pushing it together gently,

“Exactly.” Jodi had looked up at him, and for what could have been too long a time they looked into one and others eyes. Richard felt slightly uncomfortable as his he fought the urge to lower his head and kiss her.

Jodi broke the contact first, and Richard’s eyes escaped her gaze only to notice that their positions had caused both of them to lean into each other, and Jodi’s breast was pressed up against his lower chest. They backed off instinctively, and Richard saved Jodi face by saying, “Well I think I can handle this really well, after all I’m a fast learner, and really good with my hands.” Though he’d prefer if he would be able to use his hands on Jodi instead of this machine…

“Ok, do you fancy a glass of iced water?” She asked while walking toward the kitchen.

He watched her ass move away in her lycra shorts. Iced water…. He needed an ice cold shower! “Erm yeah, that would be great Jodi.” Would it be wrong if he commented on how good she looked? Would she take it as a come on? Or would she see it as a passing comment. These were the questions running through his mind while he buffed the flooring.

He was sure now that Jodi had noticed him checking her out, but he tried not to make it too obvious, he just couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t entirely his fault either, she could quite easily wear something a little more less revealing. But would he want that?

At once he knew that he would soon be dripping with sweat, and decided to remove his vest before it became sodden. He didn’t think of Jodi until she re-appeared through the door with two glasses, Richard didn’t notice her giving him a double take, but thanked her as she set his glass down on the windowsill.

“So how do you work out?” He asked, thinking of her vibrator once again, “I mean, you’re obviously in good shape Jodi.” Oh hell, where is this going? “I just assumed, as your wearing training clothes, you were the sort of person who’d like to exert themselves.” Smooth mate, real smooth. Now she thinks you is a goober. Though he really did want to know if she liked to exert herself, more towards bedroom workouts than the spectator sport. His eyes dropped from her face, down her slim figure hugging clothing and rested over her crotch. He blinked, and cursed inwardly knowing that the trap had caught him. Now no matter where he was looking, or what he would be doing, if her little ‘v’ was in view his eyes would sneak a look.

 

[Arioso]

Jodi's breath hitched in her throat when she returned with Richard's glass of ice water and caught an eyeful of his naked torso. He'd stripped off his shirt and stood there, completely unabashed and unaware of her yearning gaze. His body was pure temptation and she had to make a conscious effort not to reach out and stroke an admiring hand over his smooth, sculpted muscles. Oohhh yess...he was beautiful. And he moved with the lithe grace of youth.

Then, her eyes fell on his flat, male nipples...those sensual, pinkish-brown discs set on his firm chest. It was too much...Jodi could feel her own nipples hardening at the sight. She wanted nothing more than to take one between her fingers and gently tease it to a tight bud.

Instead, she plastered a polite, neutral smile on her face and set down his glass of water.

Even with the chilled condensation running down it, she was wetter than that glass.

Fortunately, Richard lapsed easily into conversational chit-chat, asking her about her workout routine.

Obviously in good shape, he said...he'd noticed her shape?

"Well, I run in the mornings...and I love to hike, which is why sleeping out in a tent doesn't bother me," Jodi explained, watching his mouth as he swallowed several draughts of cool water. "Sometimes I swim, but obviously, nothing like what you do on the swim team. I couldn't do a flip-turn to save my life!"

Richard flashed her a boyish grin, "Yeah, it takes practice, I guess. Hey, speaking of that...since you're going out of your way to drop me off...I don't suppose you'd want to see a short, mock competition, would you? The team's pretty good this year..."

Jodi's body temperature climbed about ten degrees as soon as the invitation had fallen from his lips. It would have interested her, regardless -- one of her favorite events to watch when the summer Olympics came around every four years was swimming. But all of that faded to the background as a single image flooded her mind.

Richard in a speedo.

Richard's drop-dead gorgeous, virile body in a tiny scrap of spandex that clung like a second skin.

Oh my god.

"Are you serious?" Jodi squeaked, berating herself inwardly for having such trouble getting her words out. However, when an awkward, apologetic expression darkened Richard's face, she quickly added, "I'd love to....wow. Thank you for the invitation."

Their eyes locked for the span of several heartbeats. For a fleeting moment, Jodi thought she glimpsed an echo of her own heat in his blue eyes. Then the moment was gone, and Richard launched himself into sanding with a quipped, "Back to work, then."

 

[Vergis]

The rest of the morning, and indeed the afternoon allowed a great deal of work to be done, Richard was a hard worker, and physically fit which made the work relatively easier for him, and in turn would make the job ultimately cheaper for Jodi. Even with that first real day of sanding she made an educated guess that Richard would be finished at least three days ahead of schedule. He didn’t mean to do it, but he didn’t see any point of leaving it last any longer than it should be, after all Jodi had been good enough to offer the wage for the work, it was at least he could do for her was do it properly, and wanting to pick her up and run with her in his arms to her bedroom for a long session of mad passionate sex had absolutely nothing to do with how well he was working for her.

Over the course of the day however there had been a number of times where they had caught each other looking at the other. Richard unsure whether she was looking back at him because she had caught him looking at her, or whether she had noticed he was sanding incorrectly, or was he doing something else that was wrong. Instead he tried to remain focused on the work in hand, and not how Jodi had seemed overly excited about joining him at the swimming pool. Numerous fantasies had sprung from that little conversation.

By the end of the day he even had a favourite fantasy, its hours after the pool had closed. Jodi and Richard are both playfully swimming naked, their bodies masked by the darkened water absent of lighting except from where the moon light from the ceiling windows are reflected from the shimmering surface of the pool. They splash at each other until he catches her arms, and pulls her closer. Under the water Jodi’s legs entwine with his own, as the water envelops them Richard arcs his face forward and catches Jodi’s reaching tongue, they kiss passionately under the surface, his erection growing between her legs…

“….ing to be late!” Jodi’s voice shattering his line of thought.

He turned of the Sander, and looked over at her still finding her figure outrageously beautiful. It was painful to think that she didn’t look at him in the same way. “Sorry, sander was on.” Good recovery.

“Have you seen the time? You’re going to be late.” Jodi repeated, her hands on her hips, in a stance more towards Peter Pan than anything else, but Richard still found it erotic, but by now he found the way she poured a glass of water erotic.

He looked at his watch, “You’re right, I have my things in my bag already so I can change there, I’ll just dry off. I’m sure you don’t want some sweaty teenager in your car.” He smiled placing the sander in a safe area for the rest of the evening.

“Erm Yeah. I’d better change too.” She replied, but Richard was too occupied in looking in his bag for his wallet. He needed to make sure that he had enough change for subs that evening without breaking any notes.

“Ok ready.” Said Jodi arriving back to the ground floor and speaking over his shoulder, Richard promptly stood up and turned around, something foil wrapped falling from his wallet and bouncing off of his trainer (sneaker) in-between them.

Richard looked at Jodi for a little longer than he really should do, but again she was looking radiant. Her hair was tied back like it had been yesterday, her lips though without lipstick still full and red matching the colour of her hair. Her green eyes, focused on his feet.

His eyebrows slopped into a ‘V’ shape as he considered why this would be, but followed her eyes down to his feet, and the condom that lay an inch off of his right foot. He made a dry swallow, realising that it was the same one that normally resides in his wallet. “Oops.” Was all he could muster, and he dived down to retrieve it, hiding it away in his wallet again, and placing the wallet deep inside his bag. “Shall we head off?”

 

[Arioso]

Oddly, it made the drive easier

After the initial awkwardness of seeing the condom fall out of his wallet, the incident actually left Jodi feeling a little more relaxed around Richard. It was as if the other shoe had dropped. She'd been mortified by the knowledge that he'd seen her vibrator, but now, somehow, the fact that his sexual paraphernalia had been out in the open evened the score. Jodi didn't feel quite like the pathetic, pervy older lady any more. And Richard handled it all with such nonchalance....she started to feel that maybe she didn't need to be so uptight around him.

So, they actually had a pretty good conversation in the car as she drove them to the pool. Richard finally got it out of her that she'd been on the swim team in high school -- but that was a long time ago, she insisted, and she'd never been very hot stuff.

Richard told her more about his art studies and how he was slowly building a portfolio.

"What medium do you like to work in?" Jodi asked, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face as she pulled into the pool's parking lot as Richard directed.

"Well, I've done mostly oils and charcoal sketches," he replied thoughtfully. His voice softened. "I like sketching. There's something elegant about capturing a form in light and dark....shading and smudging the edges. You almost get a feel for the subject."

Jodi brought the car to a stop, switched off the engine, and turned to him. The way he was talking about his studies, she'd thought to find him staring thoughtfully at the dashboard or out the window. She didn't expect to see him looking at her, long and hard.

As soon as their eyes met, they hastily glanced away and both reached for their doors.

"I have to head to the locker room, but I can point you toward the stands where the public can sit and watch," Richard explained, walking beside her toward the main entrance.

Jodi walked in the direction he showed her and found herself a seat. She'd been worried about sticking out like a sore thumb (or a bloody groupie), but there were a dozen or so other spectators there. Mostly parents or girlfriends, from the looks of it.

Inwardly, Jodi groaned. Great. Where did she fit?

However, all regrets and feelings of self-consciousness were put on hold when she caught sight of Richard, newly emerged from the locker room.

Sweet mother of mercy!

Instinctively, Jodi pressed her knees together.

His lithe, muscular form was breathtaking...and little was left to the imagination. Not that her imagination couldn't cook up something quite tasty, thank you. But the tiny, scrap of nothing that passed for his suit clung to his body so closely, she could see every contour.

God...he dresses to the left....and he's damn well-endowed...

Even though Jodi had dressed in comfortable, jeans shorts and a white, short-sleeved blouse, she suddenly felt very, very warm.

 

[Vergis]

Nerves. Butterflies. Whatever you prefer to call them Richard had them, and in a big way. He didn’t normally get this way before training, or indeed a real inter – university Gala, but today he was as nervous as hell. The guys made fun of him as he started doing squat thrusts in the changing room to release some of his tension, but it was no good. He was going to be in full view of Jodi wearing next to nothing. Oh good God. What happens if I get a hard-on?

He followed his teammates out onto the poolside, participating in the normal squabbling and banter as much as he could with the distraction of his beautiful employer sitting in the seats. Within his team he was the second tallest, but that wasn’t saying much as the tallest member stood 6’ 6’’ Paul Francis, from Buffalo New York originally, and a damned good swimmer when it came to backstroke and freestyle. Richard himself was only half an inch over the third tallest and then everyone else seemed to be the same height.

While the coach explained the details of this mini competition Richard found himself scanned the gallery looking for Jodi’s unmistakable white blouse and red hair. He half smiled, and half blushed when he saw her sitting in the front row looking right at him. He new that he would still remain nervous until he was in the water, which he was thankful, that coach had named him in the first heats, which meant he could jump in for some warm up strokes.

He crouched into the diving position, leaving his muscles ease enough before springing his legs straight and flinging his body into the water in an almost perfect dive leaving little to no splash. He swam freestyle up and down the length of the pool twice before climbing back out ready for the first heat. With his goggles up over his brow he towelled himself off, the tension, the butterflies had dissipated, as he knew they would. Now all that remained was the burning desire to win.

Before his heat started Richard walked up to the gallery, and stepped onto a wooden bench, which brought him face to knee with Jodi still sitting in the front row. “Thanks again for coming down with me.” He wished he could say that sentence slightly differently.

“Don’t mention it. Its kind of exciting.”

“I’m going to need another favour.” Richard said, bringing his glistening arms to rest on the railings that separated them. “It’s customary that beautiful ladies wish their champions good luck before a competition.” He could not believe he just said that, but then he felt as if he was on fire.

He wasn’t sure if she was blushing, but Jodi managed to falter a little before wishing him the best of luck. “Thanks.” He gave her a wink, and dropped back to the poolside, took up his starting position and proceeded to win the race.

Over all Richard did extremely well, coming first in the breaststroke and butterfly competitions, second in freestyle, and seventh in the Backstroke. But that he wasn’t to bothered with. He was still on fire. A man possessed, he had fared extremely well, had won, and was buzzing high on life. If only this had been a real competition.

He walked out of the changing rooms patting backs, and shaking hands before catching Jodi in his view and moving directly to her for a big hug and thank you for coming routine. “Really, thanks a lot. I don’t have many people who are interested in my swimming, you have no idea what this means to me. Especially with the whole luck thing in there, you are my little rabbit’s foot. I’ve never beaten Christopher before…oh he’s the tall one….yeah well he’s…..” He gibbered a little more as they walked to the car, but started to calm down on their drive home, paying a little more attention to Jodi’s nipples which were quite noticeable compared to the trip down.

“This is the turning, thanks.” He guided her back into his street.

 

[Arioso]

Beautiful ladies.

Everything was a-jumble inside Jodi. She felt edgy and flushed. In that brief exchange, when Richard had prompted her to wish him luck, something had executed a long, slow roll over in her chest. Ever since then, she felt like she was about to burst...or melt....or spontaneously combust.

That was flirting. Was it? How could it not be? If a guy had used that line in a bar...You're not in a bar, you're at a university pool, and the boy you're paying to sand your floor just stood in front of you, dripping wet, and called you beautiful. No, he-- as good as said it to your face.

She sat there, watching the entire meet, but her mind was on anything but the swimming. No, it had turned decidedly down the path of temptation....because for the first time since she'd invited Richard into her home, she felt that he just might be interested.

It's just the male ego...he'd want any woman's attention on him...If he didn't have to spend all day around me, I wouldn't be his type...

But then he hugged her -- briefly, granted -- when they met up after the meet. And his conversation in the car was just a little too animated...

His little rabbit's foot?

Jodi had two decades' of experience with men. She knew nervous attraction when she saw it...but the question was...

What to do about it?

It's a passing infatuation. He's young, virile...could have his pick of girls his age....Don't make things any more awkward than they have to be.

But she couldn't stop thinking about him...Now that she realized that she wasn't alone in this shy, hesitant dance of unspoken attraction, she couldn't contain her imagination as it spun out a dozen different scenarios.

And her body was even worse. If her mind was champing at the bit, her body was completely unbridled. Her nipples were so hard they ached. A sweet, delicious ache. A warm, sensual flush settled over her skin. And between her legs, liquid heat pooled against the soft cotton of her panties.

"This is the turn, thanks," Richard's voice penetrated her heated, secret thoughts.

Jodi steered the car toward his house, her pulse racing as she debated whether or not to act. But even as her mind hesitated, she slowed the car a little distance away from his driveway, rather than pulling directly in front of his house.

"Well, here you are," she said lightly, feeling the blood pound in her veins. "Thanks again for inviting me to watch the meet; I haven't been to one in a long time."

He smiled at her and started to answer.

However, before she could lose her nerve, she quickly turned Richard's own line back at him, "And, since you did so well in your events, I guess you deserve the customary reward from a lady."

Leaning in, moving decisively but slowly enough to see the dawning realization and surprise in Richard's eyes, Jodi pressed her lips to his in a gentle kiss.

 

[Vergis]

Richard had not listened to every word Jodi had said he was too far lost in it’s meaning, and too concerned with the fact that Jodi was leaning toward him. His brain began to panic. Can he do this? Could he do this? Was it his place to do this? Her lips pressed against his and time itself paused to take a breath. Soft fruitful lips nestling in between his he could not begin to describe the exhilaration it caused him.

His eyes were closed, and for what could have been the whole night they sat in the car. But he had frozen, and Jodi had begun to back off, probably in belief that she had misread his flirtations throughout the day. Wait, she had misread his flirtations and made a move on him! She was interested in him! His eyes opened as she started to move from his lips, but he followed opening his mouth slightly to catch Jodi’s bottom lip and pull her back into the kiss.

Then Jodi reciprocated, opening her mouth slightly to bring him closer, and soon they were kissing with the built up passion and lust for the past two days. The only sounds from within the car were the little gasps of air that they took when they could, soft appreciative moans accompanying them only when called for.

Richards’ hand mimicked Jodi’s in reaching across to her torso, but the touch of her blouse, and the environment of her smell, and taste had caused him to give in completely to his teenage hormones. His hand slipped up under her blouse and cupped one of her firm encased breasts.

Jodi broke the kiss, somehow able to break the spell and bring the whole reality back down on top of them. His hand retracted quickly, and all he could do was muster a simple, “Sorry.” while ignoring the temptation to fall back into her deep green eyes. Instead he fumbled the lock nervously and got out of the car.

“Shit!” he cursed under his breath, waving goodbye, unknowingly whether or not he would have a job tomorrow. What had he done? She had probably only meant it as a little kiss, nothing in it at all, and he had taken it that much further. He had stopped on the steps to his porch, aware that Jodi had yet to drive away, and so he turned around. Sheepishly waved goodnight again and retreated back into the house.

As with all teenagers Richard had the ability to avoid parental questioning, and eat his food within the minimalist time possible. He retreated once again, this time to his bed room where he flicked on his Xbox and wasted half an hour in game land, avoiding have to think about what had happened earlier. But no matter how good he was getting at the game, no matter what puzzles he was solving, something kept creeping back to the foreground of his mind.

Jodi Parker.

Images of what he would say to her flittered through his thoughts, how could he talk to her tomorrow, and yet how could he not turn up after he had arranged to work for her. On his shelf sat Catch 22. Joseph Heller was an astute writer. But it still held no answers to how he was going to face her tomorrow.

He knew that as soon as he saw her that he would be thinking of that kiss, of Jodi’s taste, smell, the shape of her breast, and how it reacted to his touch from under her bra. His hand had found his cock and was pulling it out from his shorts. His imagination continued where his actions had prevented the reality. Opening her blouse, releasing her beautiful breasts and hesitating slightly on how he imagined her nipples to look, but inevitably he would suckle on them while his hands filtered into her panties and stroked the wetness of her pussy lips.

They would start to make love, both naked on her bed. His swollen libido penetrating her inch by inch, while her legs cascaded over his hips rocking against him as his thrusts became more intense. He imagined how she would sound, would she moan? Or would she scream as he began to fuck her with more force.

Their lips touching, and tongues once again wrestling for domination while he felt his orgasm build at the base of his cock. His hand pumped furiously over his length, its tip dribbling masses of pre-cum that lubricated him dutifully. Then they rolled over, and Jodi straddled his cock before fucking him gently. He watched her face scrunch up in ecstasy as did his own, and within seconds his climax was finalised by the sensation of warm fluid landing on his chest and stomach.

Richard open his eyes to catch a third shot fall back amongst his pubic region. His breath had quickened, and his mouth was dry.

Jodi Parker.

He showered before going to bed, and even then all he could do was think of her.

 

[Arioso]

Jodi watched Richard retreat quickly toward his house, devouring him with her eyes as intently as a hungry lion. Her clit was swollen and throbbing and hardly soothed by the warm wetness that bathed her entire sex. The feel of Richard's lips on hers, the eager confirmation of his desire....dear god, his hand...all of it had fanned the flames that had been simmering in her for days.

At that first, bold touch of his palm on her breast, the flames had roared to a blaze, shaking Jodi out of her trance. For one fleeting moment, her libido was urging her to go with it...to keep kissing him and let him touch her. Her nipples had tightened into hard, aching peaks, yearning for him to slip his hand beneath her bra and feel her, skin-on-skin. But the fantasy evaporated in an instant as her rational mind reminded her that they were in a direct line of sight with his house....his parents' house...

Terrific...get caught "parking" with your college-aged helper by his mom or dad....

She was so aroused, so shaken by the force of her attraction to Richard, that she hardly registered his hasty, mumbled apology and fumbling escape from the car. Jodi was basking in the glow.

When he waved and disappeared into his parents' house, the euphoria began to subside and her mind began racing through a barrage of doubts, questions, and hopes.

He'd felt her up. He wanted her enough to feel her up.

But then he bolted....practically sprinted out of the car.

Jodi sat in her car for a while, hands on the steering wheel, breathing deeply...in and out...trying to make sense of everything that had just happened.

Eventually, she turned the key in the ignition, pulled away from the curb and began driving back to her house....still lost in thought.

It was a dilemma. After that kiss, she was pretty damned certain of how Richard would respond if she took the plunge and made a pass at him. Shoot -- she had made a pass at him.

But should she?

She could practically hear the voices of some of her girlfriends hooting in her mind, "Cradle robber!"

Of course, those voices were envious, mind you.

And then, it was fully possible that Richard was having second thoughts. He could be dreading coming back to work. Maybe he wouldn't even come back. Now that the heat of the moment had passed, he might regret it. What if she got a call tomorrow morning, saying that he couldn't continue the job?

Well, there was her answer.

By the time Jodi pulled into her own driveway, she'd admitted to herself that she wanted Richard...wanted him enough to seduce him. She didn't have good answers for any of the objections that her conscience was raising -- her libido simply brushed them aside. But her actions would depend on Richard's next step.

If he arrived for work tomorrow morning...if he was comfortable enough or interested enough to show up again after their kiss....she'd do it. She would seduce Richard.

Despite the anticipation, her sleep was surprisingly restful that night. No doubt it had something to do with the fact that she spent the better part of an hour pleasuring herself when she first crawled into the sleeping bag in her tent. This time, there was no guilt. She gave herself over to her fantasies with gusto, wetting her fingers and squeezing her nipples as if Richard's mouth were sucking them, burying three fingers deep in her pussy and imagining that it was his cock....

In the morning, she rose early, emerged from the tent and enjoyed a cup of coffee on her back porch. As she sipped the steamy brew, she contemplated the possibilities that lay ahead that day. She decided to plan as if he would show up as usual.

Jodi took a little more care with her dress than usual. She didn't want to be brazenly obvious -- they were sanding her floor, for pete's sake, so she couldn't wear a skimpy dress or slinky neglige. And the last thing she wanted to do was present herself as a pitiful, sex-hungry lady.

So she slipped on a comfortable pair of shorts and a deep green tank top, although they were carefully chosen. The top had a low v-neck and wide armholes that dipped down just far enough to reveal a hint of the black, lace bra she wore beneath it. The shorts weren't obscenely tight...but clung just enough to flatter her curved, womanly ass. And she didn't bother with make-up -- again, impractical when they'd be sweating all day, and thus, an obvious come-on. But when she pulled her hair back, she let several, stray wisps dangle free, framing her face, enhancing her softness.

And the finishing touch....a very light, jasmine-scented perfume. So faint as to be a whisper...yet with a definite allure.

Her appearance was hardly different from what it had been during their previous workdays -- it would take an attentive eye to perceive her efforts to appear more attractive.

But it was only the attentive and interested eye that she wanted to attract.

Just as she put the stopper back in her bottle of perfume and set it down, she heard a knock on the front door.

He's here.

Now...the most delicate task of all.

When she opened the door to greet him, Jodi instantly detected the anxious discomfort in his awkward stance and furtive expression. She decided that the direct approach would be best, and swiftly set about putting him at ease.

"Hi, Richard. Please come in -- I'm glad to see you this morning," she ushered him inside...gently placing her hand on his shoulder and guiding him into the foyer.

"Oh...uh, yeah?" he spoke up, obviously uncertain about what was going on in her mind.

She smiled at him reassuringly and said, "I wondered if you'd think better about working here after yesterday. I won't beat around the bush -- that kiss probably caught us both off-guard. But I hope it won't ruin our working relationship. I won't try to pretend that I didn't like it; I did. You're a very good kisser."

Her smile broadened as Richard blushed deeply at such a forthright compliment. Not wanting to embarrass him, she continued calmly, "The girls you know on campus are very lucky. I'm human, and sometimes I don't always use my best judgment. But you deserve to be able to work with complete peace of mind. I want you to know that I value you for the good work you do -- you show commitment. I appreciate that. So, I would very much like to keep working with you, but do know that you're not under any obligation. If you're uncomfortable about anything with our arrangement, just say so, okay?"

Jodi held her breath, wondering if honesty had indeed been the best way to clear the air between them. What if she'd just managed to make matters worse?

 

[Vergis]

Rejection?

Any uncomfortable feeling that he felt while getting up that morning, while eating breakfast, walking over to Jodi’s house, and the terrifying act of knocking her door vanquished during the first five minutes of being in her presence.

First was her hand on his shoulder, his fear of her rejecting him and firing him disappeared. This did leave him a little guilty that he had wanked off while thinking of her the evening before. Then she said that he was a good kisser, oh sweet Moses. His cock twitched to life in his shorts, though today he was a little more tactful. Today he had worn black lycra cycling shorts, with old school jogging shorts over them. Jodi would have a hard time seeing any erection she gave him today.

He did however blush, but thankfully Jodi didn’t seem to notice. Perhaps she just wanted to get things out in the open for them. He watched her lips move as she spoke, full un-painted lips opening and closing wanted to put them to his own again… Then she said it. She had made a mistake. A mistake? In kissing him? That was it. She just wanted him to work for her that was all…

Jodi had tied her hair up at the back, and he mentally traced her neck and shoulders with an imaginary pencil sketching her in his thoughts for later consumption, imagining his mouth on the soft tantalising flesh, his teeth raking her soft skin in the heat of passion… He could not afford to think like that!

His mind flicked over the facts, yes he wanted and needed the job. That he had believed last night was why he was worried about coming her today. From that moment he realised that he had not been worried about loosing the job. He had been worried about Jodi telling him she was not interested in him.

“I totally agree with you Jodi.” He didn’t he wanted to throw her up against the wall and ravage her. “I thought about it last night, and I’ve agreed to do this job for you in a professional manner, so I will.” His pupils dilated as they caught a glimpse of black straps under her vest, only fuelling his desire, “Though I want you to know…” What am I saying? “That I really enjoyed last night, and I apologise for my hands, its just that you are a remarkably attractive woman.” Jesus man! Are you insane? “I was caught up in the moment. I’ll try not to do that again.” Not a bad save, mental note to pat yourself on the back when she’s not looking.

Richard smiled his sexy boyish grin and flashed his teeth before his nerves took hold again and suddenly he was avoiding Jodi’s trance inducing eyes. He could feel his heart pounding as hard as it did last night when he beat Chris. He couldn’t help it any longer, his desire for Jodi burned so hot that he came to realise if they would not burn together he would definitely burn alone.

 

[Arioso]

Jodi felt a shiver run through her at Richard's admission that he'd enjoyed last night...or, what he wasn't saying but which lurked right beneath the surface -- he'd enjoyed touching her. As much as she'd enjoyed feeling his touch, she suspected.

It took a great deal of effort not to grab his hands and put them right back where they'd been the night before. She could feel her stiffened peaks straining outward, trying to reach him.

However, Jodi wanted something better for them than hasty, impulsive groping. Perhaps he'd had attentive, patient lovers already -- she had no way of knowing. But so much college sex tended to be little more than hasty, impulsive groping...and if that was all he'd known 'til now, she wanted to teach him something different...show him how seduction could be savored for days upon days.

He'd had the nerve to speak honestly to her, so she stepped closer and brushed her palm against the side of his cheek. Though she smiled, her gaze was steady and serious, hinting at her deep attraction.

"It's all right, Richard," she assured him, her hand cupping his face while her thumb traced light circles along his jawline. "Believe me, I've met with worse from jerks in bars. And you're far more pleasant company than they were."

His pupils dilated and Jodi could feel a slight tremor run through him, she stood so close. But when Richard parted his lips to speak, she lightly pressed a finger to his mouth to stop him.

"We should probably get to work...If we get done early tonight I was wondering," she paused and licked her lips nervously before continuing, "if you'd like to stay for dinner tonight? I'd like to get to know you. But like I said, you're not obligated...you don't have to..."

It was Richard's turn to bring two fingers to her lips and gently cut her off.

"I'd love to," he answered simply, his eyes meeting hers in steady, silent acknowledgment.

"Good," she agreed. "Then we should probably..."

"Get to work," he finished, grinning at her.

If they had fallen into an easy rhythm of teamwork the other day, their work now took on the elegance and sensuality of a dance. Following a pattern they'd established early on, they traded off with the sander every half hour so that neither of them ran the risk of over-taxed, sore muscles before the day was half-finished.

But the changing of the guard turned into a unique form of seduction. Rather than simply switching off the sander and stepping away for the other to take over, when they traded places, they managed to sneak in furtive touches. Since Richard took the first shift, it was Jodi who threw down the gauntlet, brushing her hand along the small of his back and urging him to take a break. Then, when Richard returned to take over again, he rested his hand lightly on her shoulder, gave her a friendly squeeze and told her to stop hogging the machine.

It allowed them to keep working at a decent pace and still indulge in their mutual desire to test the waters a little.

Toward 4:00, when Richard once again took over the sander, Jodi said, "I'm going to run to the store to buy a few things for dinner. If you decide to call it quits before I get back, you're welcome to have a shower upstairs if you'd like. I keep towels in that small cupboard by the sink. Oh, and help yourself to anything you'd like."

It was only after she was out the door that Jodi realized that she couldn't remember if he was legal or not to drink the beers she had in the fridge.

 

[Vergis]

Richard had enjoyed that day more than he could have possibly guessed from leaving Jodi’s car the evening before. They had flirted outrageously all day long, physical and verbal and she had invited him for dinner that evening. The signs were all there, she liked him at least half as much as he liked her.

He finished up the area he had been working on, and packed up the days work before grabbing a beer from the fridge. Luckily for him his parents were still quite lenient about things like beer so he was used to the refreshing taste of the brewed hops passing though his mouth. It hadn’t taken him long to sink the first bottle, he hadn’t realised on how thirsty he had been.

Thirsty in more than one-way. He grinned as he set the empty bottle down on the draining shelf of the sink, he had made his decision he wanted to make a move on Jodi, but he needed to be certain the waters were right between them, they had tested them this afternoon, but he was young and a little inexperienced in the whole flirting game. Too many getting sloshed and ending up in a one night stand situation. Not that he’d had many of those either. In fact he had only had sex with three other girls, and none of them were even pale shadows of Jodi.

He showered as she had suggested, getting rid of the days sweat, soaping his short hair, his shoulders, and arms, washing the foam from his dark nipples and pecks as his hand travelled over his abs. With his hand washing his pubic region he couldn’t help not to think of Jodi. She was in the shower with him, kneeling down in front of him, the water turning her bright red hair to a darkened colour that clung to her face, her green eye looking directly up at him as she sunk her mouth over his engorged cock.

Richard was fully erect and stroking his eight inches whilst leaning into the opaque glass surround. But he heard the front door being opened down stairs, startled he quickly rinsed himself off, and jumped out of the shower grabbing a towel and throwing it around his waste. He dried himself down as quickly as possible his face still flushed from the excitement and opened the bathroom door, he had hear Jodi shout up at him, so he walked around the corner to her bed room, in amongst the junk Jodi was standing with her back to the door, and had begun to pull her top off, but Richard had already started to knock before looking.

“Sorry.” He said as Jodi slipped the top back the top and spun around slightly flustered. “Just wanted to thank you again for the dinner invitation.” He managed a smile, and was unaware that his cock was still at large and pressed up against the towel showing off his contours. “I only have shorts and a t-shirt to wear though. Didn’t think earlier, I could go home and get something more suitable? If you would prefer.”

 

[Arioso]

It took a monumental effort for Jodi to school her features into a neutral, nonchalant mask and to keep her eyes fixed on Richard's. When she'd turned toward the sound of his voice, it had been impossible not to notice the distinct tenting of the towel slung low on his waist. Sweet mercy, how she wanted to look. He was still damp from the shower -- and Jodi thought there was nothing quite so sexy as a man fresh from the shower, wrapped in only a towel.

However, she wasn't a schoolgirl -- she had some self-discipline, and she didn't want to make Richard feel awkward or embarassed. So, she kept her conversation amiable and relaxed....and her eyes firmly on his.

"Casual will be fine, Richard," she assured him about his clothes. "You'll let me off the hook that way -- I won't have to worry about getting all dressed up, either. We can just relax, enjoy our dinner, and talk. I don't know about you, but I hate all the posturing and posing that seems to be involved when a man and a woman have dinner--"

Jodi halted abruptly and felt her cheeks flush. She'd been aiming for casual, but the instant the words were out of her mouth, she realized what she'd openly implied about their dinner tonight. Okay...so she hadn't used the word 'date'...but she may as well have. Her bloody subconscious was rushing things, despite her best intentions.

However, with a gallantry that Jodi might not have expected from someone of Richard's age, he deftly side-stepped her blunder, allowing her to save face.

"Yeah, you'd think people would learn how to relax," he agreed, smiling at her with a slight, knowing twinkle in his eyes. "Hey, since you probably want to shower, is there anything I can do to help out with dinner while you're cleaning up?"

Grateful that he was taking everything in stride, Jodi said, "Well, if you'd be willing to put some charcoal on the grill and get the fire started, that would be great. I bought some steaks and russett potatoes -- I hope that's all right? You're not vegetarian, are you?"

Damn! I should have asked first....

"Nope, I'll eat pretty much anything," he assured her. "One fire on the grill, coming right up."

As he was leaving, Jodi allowed herself one, admiring gaze, sweeping her eyes all over his towel-clad body.

She showered quickly, and although she made a point of dressing casually to match him, she did permit herself just a bit more feminine than her usual shorts and top. After smoothing body oil over her damp skin and putting on her "essentials", she pulled a lavender, cotton tank-dress over her head. It fell just above her knees, although the slits on either side of the skirt revealed a healthy expanse of thigh.

When she joined him on the back porch, the coals were already white and primed for cooking. On went the steaks and potatoes, and while Jodi tossed a quick salad in the kitchen, she had Richard spread a blue-and-white-checkered table cloth on the card table on her porch while they chatted.

Their conversation had been fairly easygoing. Jodi asked him about his family's background, since she'd picked up on his British accent from day one. Richard, in turn, wanted to know more about the places she'd been able to visit, given the perks of her career as a travel agent.

Then, when they sat down to dinner, somehow, the tone altered...became just a shade more intimate. The sun was just starting to dip toward the horizon, the shadows in the yard had lengthened, and the citronella candles Jodi had lit to discourage the insects cast a faint glow over the table.

And Richard asked about the sketch.

It caught Jodi off guard. She had completely forgotten that it hung openly on the wall in her room -- yet of course he would have seen it. When she didn't answer immediately, Richard waited patiently, lowering his eyes to his plate. He calmly went about slicing a bite of steak as Jodi thought about how much she should tell him.

She sighed and took a sip of her beer, letting her lips linger around the mouth of the bottle. At last, she spoke, deciding that it would be all right to share a little of her past with him.

"That was done when I was a junior in college...I must have been 20 years old. I was taking an art class with Julian Steele, one of the professors in two-dimensional art and graphic design. Julian was an amazing..." her expression grew soft and distant for just a moment as she remembered the older man who had been her lover for a few months "...teacher. His work was beautiful, and he didn't just teach art...he taught life..."

Richard gazed at her unblinkingly, as if mildly surprised and fascinated. "Wait...you mean this professor did that sketch?"

Jodi rested her chin on her hand and nodded at him, smiling enigmatically. She could practically hear the wheels spinning in his brain. Yes...she'd posed nude for her art professor...

Richard's eyes widened a little further. "While you were in his class?"

Jodi shook her head, grinning even more broadly. "No...it was after the semester had finished. We saw each other outside of the classroom for a while."

Then, picking up her knife and fork again, Jodi sliced herself a morsel of steak and steered the conversation toward Richard.

"So, what about you? What are your interests in art? Have you found your niche yet?'

As she crossed her legs beneath the table, her bare foot lightly grazed Richard's shin.

 

[Vergis]

The dinner as his expectation was divine. He had not tasted food this good since… well last Sundays Roast, but then nothing can really be put up against mum’s Sundays Roast.

He hadn’t pre-planned using the charcoal picture as a conversation or as a way to test the water between them, but as his mouth asked the question he patted himself on the back, and then wondered if Jodi would pose for him.

Knowing that she had posed for her art Lecturer after the course had finished was a confidence builder to that particular question, though he was still nervous in how to approach the question. Then Jodi asked him what his area was.

He had a mouthful of steak at the time, so he ended up smiling and laughing through his full mouth as politely as he could when he saw that Jodi was a little amused at the timing of her question. As he swallowed her foot flittered passed his shin administrating a shot of arousal through his leg, and up his spine. “This might seem corny or somewhat a bit of a coincidence, but I prefer sketching, using Indian inks, and charcoal.” He caught her gaze and held it longer than for the first time for the evening he held it longer than she did. He felt good about it. “If you want, I could do you some time.”

OH MY GOD!

“I mean, I could draw you sometime, and you wouldn’t have to be naked either….” Damn the slippery slope of jibber, “I mean….” He paused for thought, not willing to fuck this up, “..you are a beautiful. I would love to capture you on canvas.” A little better, “I’m not saying I’d be able to do you as much justice as your professor managed, but I am good at what I do, especially when it comes down to my hands.” There he had finished, he could relax. But only because he hadn’t realised what his last sentence inferred.