The Protege chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Protege chapter 2

... back. As I jogged, I could not stop staring and thinking about kissing that little patch of skin.

"Get a grip Alecia!" I screamed in my head as she made the turn at the halfway point.

Soon her lower back glistened with sweat as a wet patch grew at the waistline, slowly engulfing her upper ass. I noticed sweat dripping along her lower lumbar line and imagined her laying on her stomach as I knelt over her beautiful ass. I wanted to run my tongue along her skin, starting at her waist band, tracing my way up the curve of her back, drinking in the salty taste of her sweat as I worked my way up her spine.

"Hormones! Alecia, control yourself, this is crazy!" my inner voice yelled.

I could see her house ahead and decided to kick it up a notch. I accelerated past her and she immediately sped up to keep pace. The closer we came to the end the faster we ran. Eventually, I was able to pull away as we ran up onto the pool deck and came to a stop, both panting wildly and bending over with hands on knees.

"Not smart to show up the boss," she panted with a grin as she stood up with her hands on her hips, still gasping for air. Let's see how you do in the weight room. Follow me."

I followed, eyes fixed on her sweaty ass. "Stop!" the inner voice screamed causing me to raise my eyes to her swaying pony tail and thoughts of kissing her neck.

Her weight room would have ranked with some of the best hotels weight rooms I've ever seen. Between, cramps, obsessive thoughts about ...

... my new boss and a generally less toned body than hers, she embarrassed me in the weight room. She was surprisingly gracious about it.

When we finished, there was a great breakfast ready on the pool deck, but no signs of any house staff. There was an amazing spread of fruit and muffins, eggs and French toast that could feed ten people easily. We ate breakfast soaking in the view as the sun began to rapidly heat up. It was going to be a hot one.

During breakfast the conversation was light with no mention of last night's activity.

"I gotta say, I was impressed how you were ready to go this morning. I honestly wasn't sure I was gonna make it. My head, my stomach...I haven't been that hungover since college," she said and held up her orange juice glass as if giving a toast.

"To be honest, I got sick about 3:30 and it took some serious Tylenol to get me started. I don't think I've ever been that drunk before," I said honestly.

"Safe to say we are not 'Party Girls'," she said, smiling. Well the sun's up. I think I'll hit the shower and sleep it off on the beach. You're welcome to join me, but feel free to do whatever you feel like today. The house is yours."

"Sweating it out in the sun sounds like a plan," I agreed.

I downed a large glass of ice water after she left the table, trying to keep hydrated and knock out the hangover. My stomach already felt 100% better, as I headed for the shower.

As I undressed, I stood naked looking in the mirror feeling the heat ...