Calling In Sick - Sex Stories

Calling In Sick

... drawer in her closet, she finds the perfect bikini that she had ordered from a website earlier this year. Slipping out of her panties before sliding on her bright green micro mini bikini, pulling it up tight and adjusting. The bikini is so small that it barely covers her womanhood and only a G-string back, but it makes the perfect bottom for getting a tan. After tying on the string triangle-shaped bikini top, it also needs adjusting to cover her ample breasts, but perfect as well for tanning. Walking outside and into the sun while putting her brunette hair into a ponytail, the warmth surrounds her taunt body. Dipping a toe into the pool, testing the temperature, before pulling a lounge chair out into the direct sunlight. Laying in the lounge chair, Jen lets the rays do their magic in melting away her stress. Her mind begins to wander as she drifts in the subconscious zone of sleep and awake. Often her mind found its way to some thought of sex. This time, it was a bit different, it was of Mr. Stone, and somehow his phone call had invaded her subconscious. Except, he wasn’t wearing a shirt and was sitting next to her. His strong hands were applying suntan lotion over her body, rubbing her legs, thighs, arms, and chest. She could almost feel his touch on her breasts as if he was really there. Jen couldn’t help but to wake a bit from this in disbelief. How could this day dream occur, after all, Mr. Stone drove her insane and was the cause of most of her stress? She didn’t want to ...

... admit just how attractive that she found him. He was always calling her over for the most asinine reasons it seemed, and always staring. She tried to put it out of her mind, as she finally drifted off again. After a short nap, she awoke and decided to go for a quick dip. Walking into the pool her skin began to cool rapidly, when a sudden knock came from the door. This wasn’t unusual, as often she ordered things online and postmen would simply leave the package at the door. Another knock came from the door, apparently the postman needed a signature or something, she thought to herself. Climbing out of the pool and drying off a bit, as another louder knock came from the door. “Hold on, I’m coming”, Jen yelled as she walked through the house thinking to herself, Maybe I’ll give the postman something to think about the rest of day. Only half dry, she tosses the towel over the back of a nearby chair. Opening the door, with a sexy pose for the postman to enjoy she opens her eyes. Jen’s eyes widen as quickly ducks back behind the door, in disbelief and embarrassment. “Mr.… Mr. Stone, what are you doing here?”She asks in a very quick high pitch of surprise. Standing also in disbelief, Mr. Stone took a moment, “Umm. Umm. I could ask you the same thing. Do often wear a bikini when sick?” “I…” looking for the right words, Jen struggled. “I won’t lie to you sir, I needed a break. Things have just been so hectic. But what the hell are you doing here?” Glancing down at the stack of papers ...