Calling In Sick - Sex Stories

Calling In Sick

... in his hands before looking back, “I really needed to get these documents signed so they can be sent out today. I figured it would only take a second of your time, and the rest could wait. More importantly, why would you lie to me? I would have let you take the day, especially knowing you were wearing something like that.” “Sir, I think that’s a bit inappropriate” Jen hides a bit more in embarrassment. “Jen, it’s also inappropriate to take a sick day, when clearly you are not. Maybe we should call it even and you invite me in so I can see this bikini you’re wearing--I mean, have you sign these papers.” Not knowing how to react, she was flattered, but still embarrassed she stood there behind the door and thought for a moment. Her thoughts went back to her daydream out by the pool. That was it, she had made up her mind, as clearly he was showing a bit of interest. “Ok, you can come in, but this never happened.” “You have my word, ma’am. Plus who would believe me?” His smile told so much. As he walked through the door, Jen was sure to turn her body so that her ass wasn’t seen. Given how small the bikini was, it didn’t really matter as Mr. Stone took in an eyeful as he walked by. Following behind him, “Over there, by the back door on the table is a pen.” Looking around, “This is really nice place you have, Jen.” Glancing out at the pool, “And I can see why you would call in sick. I would have as well.” Placing the papers on the table, Mr. Stone turns to the first page that ...

... requires a signature. Taking the pen from the table, he turns and holding it out for Jen to take. Only his eyes seem to be darting up and down her body and not on her hand reaching for the pen. Jen leans in with the pen to sign the paper, momentarily forgetting her backside is exposed. “I have always wondered what that beautiful ass looked like.” Mr. Stone states as his eyes follow the green string over the top of her ass and down between her firm ass cheeks. “Really, sir? And what do you mean always wondered?” Standing back up. Turning back, Mr. Stone, flips through a few more pages before landing on the next signature. “Well, why do you think I’m always calling you over? I’m not a moron, and you’re smoking hot.” “Really? So you’ve been checking me out this whole time? You perv!” Jen leans in to sign the next paper, but this time pushing her ass out a bit more. Watching her push her ass out, only intensifies Mr. Stone's staring, before his eyes wanders to other body parts. Her long legs beckoning, her breasts hanging almost completely uncovered. Reaching out his hand finds her back, as he also reaches to turn to the next page. A tingling sensation emanates up Jen’s spine and all over, before finding its way to her bikini bottoms. Her embarrassment completely fades away at his touch. She thinks to herself, how could someone she found so annoying earlier in the day, could now be leading her to want to show off her body to. It was clear to her now, that the daydream was an unleashing ...