0 comments/ 26029 views/ 1 favorites Shared Seduction By: Phil357 "Shit happens!" he thought to himself, "to everyone, a few times in their lives. There's nothing you can really do about it when your wife falls for another man and just drives away." Phil really couldn't figure it out, other than he wasn't doing something right. He knew he didn't do anything wrong to turn her away. He'd always been a loving and devoted husband. The other guy must have been doing something better, or maybe he made more money or was better at sex....or something. "Who knows?" He decided that this was the time to go, to leave Chicago, and get away. His divorce was in progress now and he felt the need to turn the page and start a new chapter in his life. So he gave notice at his job, paid off his Jeep, sold his furniture and bought a map. He loved the mountains. That's where he'd go. He had no job prospects other than his experience with computers and graphic arts and the fact that he really liked to work. "Shit happens!" she told herself repeatedly. Two years ago, Joyce and her husband sank every penny they had into buying a nice little 'mom & pop' camera shop in Lake Tahoe. They were still struggling, as all small startups do, but they had begun to build up a decent cadre of clientele, in addition to the regular tourist trade. Then Don had his heart attack during the night and never woke up. Now she was on her own and faced with the decision of whether to sell the shop, or hire someone and try to make a go of it. "There's not much of a choice here," she thought. "I can't afford to close it and I can't continue to run it on my own." So, on Monday, Joyce would place a 'help wanted' sign in her storefront window. • • • • • • • • • • Phil had never visited Lake Tahoe before. He had no expectations other than he knew it was beautiful, high and probably expensive. He arrived on Friday afternoon, and decided to find a cheap tourist motel for a few days and give himself a chance to look around. He spent the weekend walking the streets and resisting the casinos, since he had no idea how long he'd have to survive on what was in his wallet. Since his skills were in the field of computer graphics, he took special note of all the companies he found that were somehow related to printing, photography, computers, or which had 'help wanted' signs out. By the time the weekend was over, he wasn't very encouraged. Phil had a list of four companies where he thought he might have a chance of finding a job. On Monday morning, the first place on his list was a camera shop. He parked the Jeep in front and walked up to the door, noticing there was a sign in the window that he hadn't seen before. He walked in, making the door chime. Looking around the small store, he mentally noted the stock of goods for sale when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs in the back room. Joyce stepped through the doorway behind the counter and smiled. "How can I help you this morning?" She thought to herself, "Jeeesh... this guy is good looking! Where'd he come from?" She mentally measured him to be about six foot two inches and around 200 lbs. She liked his clean-shaven look but wondered about his clothes. He was dressed much too nicely to be a local so he had to be a tourist. "I just arrived in town over the weekend and I'd like to stay here if I can, so I'm looking for a job. My name is Phil Stewart and I'm just moving from Chicago. I saw your sign in the window," He pointed over his shoulder. "My! That didn't take long. I just stuck it up there a half an hour ago. What a nice surprise. I'm Joyce. It's nice to meet you," she said extending her hand with a smile. Phil gently took her hand, flashed a broad smile and said "I noticed your shop and wondered if I might fit in. I don't have a lot of photo experience but I know a lot about computers, graphics and electronic imaging." "Well, let's have you fill out a job application and take a look. Would you like some coffee?" "You bet! Thanks." Joyce handed him an application and a pen. "C'mon in the back. I've got a table where you can sit while you fill that thing out." She led the way into the back room which also doubled as a stock room. She pointed to a chair at the table and walked over to the counter and poured two mugs of black coffee. "How do you take it?" "Straight, please." he replied as he zipped through the job application. He couldn't help the feelings of vague familiarity that were distracting him. It wasn't that he recognized her. It was more of a chemistry thing, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Suddenly the front door chimed and snapped him back to the task at hand. Joyce set both mugs on the table and said "I'll be right back, you just take your time." Two minutes later, Joyce returned saying "Just a local with some weekend film to develop. All finished?" She took the completed application from Phil and perused it quickly while he sipped his coffee. Her first reaction was "You don't seem to have any photo experience at all in your work history." "That's true, but I'm an avid amateur shooter. And I've handled both professional and amateur pictures in my previous jobs as a graphic artist. I own a Nikon with three lenses and I understand photography very well." "What kind of retail experience have you had?" "Not much. When I was a kid, I worked summers at a Dairy Queen. That's about it." "So, tell me why I should hire you," she challenged. "I love to work and take on responsibility. I'm excellent with computers, I understand photography, and I'm a quick study. I can learn anything you're willing to teach me, and I'm cheap." Phil flashed a smile. "Well, I don't have any computers yet, but I like the sound of your other qualifications, especially the 'cheap' part. How much do you expect to earn?" Phil liked her and really felt this might go some place. He paused for a thought and then said, "I'll leave that up to you. It's just that I need to find a place to live and to feed myself. I just need a little extra for gas and an occasional movie or ski lift ticket at Heavenly, and I should be ok. You must know how much a furnished room is around town, and I don't eat too much. So why don't you figure out how much I need to start and we'll take it from there." "OK!" Joyce said. "Let me give this some thought. How can I contact you?" "Well, I'll be out doing other applications around town all day today. How 'bout I check in with you just before closing this afternoon?" "Great idea...I'll see you then." She offered him her hand again. He shook her hand with a man's grip, noticing an unusual strength for a woman. Phil smiled one more time and headed for the door. • • • • • • • • • • • A hundred thoughts ran through her mind, trying to figure out how she could hire this guy. She really liked him and she felt a strange attraction towards him especially those times when he took her hand. She immediately called the credit bureau and requested a check on his social security number. The fax came back spotless. It also confirmed the work history he wrote on his job application but she had to know more about him before she'd trust him with the keys to the kingdom. It was Monday, the slowest day of the week in Tahoe, and the day just dragged on for both of them. Phil had checked out three other possibilities and had no luck at all. Joyce kept rolling over the situation and possible opportunities in her mind. She only had eight customers all day long. She kept glancing at the clock on the wall, causing the time to go even slower. Finally, it was 4:30 and all her busy work was finished. She quickly closed out the cash register and ran upstairs to change and check her hair and makeup. Five minutes later she was behind the front counter with a fresh look and a tight clingy sweater which accentuated her figure. She had a plan. At 4:45, Phil chimed the door and she looked up with a broad smile. "Well, how'd you do out in the Tahoe job market?" She already knew the answer. "Shitty!" he pouted. "I'm either over qualified for the jobs which are available or not qualified for even their entry level jobs, and there just isn't that much to choose from." Joyce leaned forward on the counter and suggested "Why don't we go down the block and have a drink and discuss the future?" "Sounds good to me," he said with raised eyebrows. He struggled to maintain eye contact but couldn't prevent his eyes from creeping down to notice the curves of her large breasts just above the countertop. She grabbed her keys and purse, followed him out the door, locking it behind her and they strolled leisurely towards the restaurant down the block. It was one of her favorite places in Tahoe, not because the food was so good, but it had a beautiful panoramic view of the lake. As they walked, she asked him "What do you think of our little city in the mountains so far?" "Well, so far, I'd say that it's really nice for the tourists and the locals, but it's not too accommodating for newcomers like me. " "You're probably right on that one." she agreed. "Sometimes, it can be real hard to feel like you fit in, even if you're a local that's been here for a few years." They got to the restaurant and he held the door as she walked by him. She was wearing a fragrance that caught his attention instantly. She requested a booth by the panoramic windows and they were seated immediately, since it was only a little after 5 pm. After ordering cocktails, she looked at him over the table and said, "Since nobody seems to have snapped you up today, I have a proposal for you. But there a few things you should know up front. I'm going to be honest with you and I hope that you'll be just as honest with me. OK?" He nodded and said "OK." and he concentrated on her lips and eyes as she was about to speak. "But why don't you let me go first? That might help you in what you want to say." "If that's the way you want to do it, it's fine with me." She was surprised that he was so forthcoming. "I'm in the process of getting a divorce. I've spent most of my professional career in Chicago, which is the center of the advertising industry, and I've always had a good job. But when she took off, I lost my drive and kind of burned out. I decided the best I could do for myself was to start a new life and follow my dreams instead of my pocketbook. So, here I am. Anyway, my divorce won't be final for another three months. That's about it, other than the fact that I realize I'll have to start at the bottom and work my way back up the ladder." "OK, thanks for the background. It really helps. My turn, now. My husband died in his sleep last year from a heart attack. He and I bought the shop two years before. I've found that I can't run this place by myself and have any kind of a life. The shop has been floundering for a couple of months because I just haven't had time to do all that needs to be done and I've got the Christmas season coming. I need help. The problem is that I can't afford to pay much. So, I have a proposal for you. I live in the apartment over the store. It has two big bedrooms. I'd be willing to rent the second one to you as part of your wage. You could park your car in the carport behind the shop, and you can have full kitchen privileges if you like. I would pay you $7.00 per hour over and above that. I figure you will work between forty and fifty hours a week through New Years. After that, I don't know what will happen. If we don't make a good profit this season, I'm afraid I may have to close the doors." "How long would it take to train me?" he asked with a smile. Phil already made up his mind that he'd take whatever she offered. Her stress evaporated instantly. Joyce had a feeling deep in her heart now that this was really going to work out. "I think you'll be 90% effective inside two weeks. Do we have a deal, Phil?" "Deal!" he grinned and they shook hands. Minutes later, their dinners arrived and all was well with the world. • • • • • • • • • • The next day, Phil moved out of the motel and into his new room over the camera shop. She had moved a desk with chair and recliner into his large room for privacy. That also gave her some extra floor space out in her living room. He traveled light so all he had to bring in was his clothes, suitcase, laptop computer, art portfolio and his briefcase. Joyce helped him carry his clothes up the outside stairs to his room and as she hung them individually in his closet, she tried to match them up with the characteristics of his personality. She knew that he was strong and healthy, somewhat quiet, and sexy as hell. He was a mature handsome man with brown hair and blue eyes. She couldn't help wondering why his wife had chosen another over him. It had to be money. His clothes were basic...jeans, flannel shirts, t-shirts, a couple of dress shirts, a black leather sport coat and one suit. "What more does a man need these days, anyway?" She held the lapel of the leather sport coat up to her nose and inhaled the fragrance of the leather deeply, closed her eyes for a moment and savored a quick naughty thought. "Now that we've got you situated, let me show you around." His bedroom was down at the end of the hallway. Her room was in the middle of the hallway. Right across from her door was the bathroom, which was large enough to fit the usual enclosed bathtub, toilet and sink, but also included a make-up table and bench-type stool and a chest of drawers. "This is where I keep the towels and bed linen when you want to change the sheets. You can keep your toiletries on top of the chest if you want to leave them in here." Right across from Phil's door was the stairs leading down to the shop. The hallway opened up into a medium sized kitchen and eating area. She walked over to the refrigerator, opened the doors, and said "I'll split it with you 50/50." Then to the well-stocked pantry closet, "you can have these two shelves if you want to store some dry food." Finally the eating area and the living room...she pointed out the TV, the audio system and another large desk and filing cabinet. "This is where I do all my bookkeeping and paperwork for the shop. I swear, some times I seem to spend more time here than downstairs. Well, what do ya think?" "I think you are being very kind to me, Joyce, and it seems like I'm getting the better deal here. All of this plus the wage and you haven't even seen how I work yet. That's a pretty big gamble on your part, isn't it?" "Yes it is. But my instincts tell me it's the right decision and that you'll work out just fine. If it doesn't, we'll both know it. I'm not worried." "Thanks for your confidence in me. I won't let you down." Phil couldn't believe his good luck and he knew that he'd be able to handle the job, but he wondered about their relationship. He had never worked in a situation like this before, having a personal liking, as new as it was, towards his boss. Not only that, he admitted to himself that he was attracted to her, physically and emotionally. He'd never really met a woman like her, so independent and willing to go out on a limb to trust him so readily. But it was his physical attraction to her that worried him. She had a great figure, probably 5'6", maybe 135 lbs. and dirty blond hair that hung about 3" below her shoulders. Her face had the classic features of high cheekbones, small nose, full lips, and a strong chin. She had a natural beauty and her skin seemed to radiate with only a hint of make-up. But he knew his own shortcomings. And if anything, his voyeuristic tendency would get him in trouble. He loved to look at women of all kinds, shapes and sizes. Like most virile men, he had deep appreciation for breasts and Joyce was much too well endowed not to get his attention. Right from the first moment he met her across the front counter down stairs, he deliberately had to lock his eyes on her face to avoid embarrassing both himself and her. But he also enjoyed walking behind her, watching the sway of her hips and her rear. He knew that he would have to develop new habits, along with the new skills of his job, or he'd be in a constant state of arousal and thoroughly uncomfortable around her. Or worse yet, she might get uncomfortable around him. Joyce had been very careful so far to dress conservatively. It had been such a long time since she'd even dared think any sexual thoughts. However this situation had her imagination starting to race. After the tour of the flat, she offered wine to Phil and they sat in the living room chatting about the daily work routine. She described all the daily challenges like purchasing products and equipment inventory, getting the film ready to send out for processing, making deposits at the bank across the street, and on and on. Soon they both began to stifle yawns. She told him "Tomorrow is going to be a busy day for both of us. I'm going to hit the sack. I normally get up around 7:30." Phil chuckled and said "My typical wake up is about 5:30 whether I like it or not, so we probably won't trip over each other on the way to the bathroom. By the way, do you mind if I have a separate phone line installed in the bedroom so I can access the Internet?" "Not at all," she said, "but I hardly get any calls on my personal phone if you want to use that one. Do you use an 800 number to call out?" "Yes, it's an 800 number but I'd have to be out here every time I want to go on line, if you don't mind." "Of course not. Maybe you can teach me how to do it too?" • • • • • • • • • • They each headed toward their respective rooms to go to sleep. Phil's room was arranged such that the head of the bed was up against the adjoining wall of the bathroom. It was obvious that Joyce had never slept in that room...he could hear every sound she made when he was lying on his bed. His last thought before he fell asleep was that tomorrow night, he'd put the bed against the opposite wall. Joyce masturbated furiously that night. She couldn't escape the scent of his clothing, or the tight cut of the jeans he was wearing. It had been way too long for her and her new living arrangements were way too tempting not to fantasize. She was now sharing her private quarters with a gorgeous man that she hadn't even known for three days yet. Her needs were getting stronger and becoming irresistible. How was she ever going to make this happen...it was going to happen. candlelight, another glass of wine, and very naughty thoughts. Her body quivered and burned with such a powerful orgasm. Her clit was so sensitive from rubbing she could barely stand the touch of it by her own pubic hair. Such a randy scent rising up to her nostrils from under the sheets! It felt sooo good to release...finally! The next week flew by for both of them. Phil learned very quickly, everything from cash register operation to bookkeeping entries. The biggest challenge was learning the names of all the regular local customers as Joyce introduced them. Each one seemed to have his or her own peculiar photographic need or problem. He knew the answers for some of their problems but Joyce seemed to have all the answers no matter what the question, whether it was best price or best quality. His respect for her grew every day. The more familiar they became over time, the closer they got to each other physically. Phil would find himself squeezing by her, with a slight brush, in the tight spaces behind the display cases. Joyce would occasionally ask him to retrieve something off a high shelf in the stock room, holding the backs of his calves to steady him while he stood on the ladder. He was becoming less and less careful about dropping his eyes to her chest and when she wore slacks, he'd always admire the contours of her legs and rear. She loved it, each time he'd relax enough to look at her body instead of her face. He was trying to be such a gentleman all the time. As the days went on, her latent exhibitionist tendencies began to rise to the surface. She planned her wardrobe more and more carefully, still appearing conservatively dressed to the clientele, but always with a new tease for Phil that only he could notice. Sometimes she would wear a shorter skirt without stockings. Sometimes it was one of her thin tight bras that would allow the hint of her nipples to show under print blouses. Other times, she would wear perfume, and she'd make mental notes if he commented on it. If he didn't, she'd toss the bottle in the trash that night. Shared Seduction Her most exciting experience, that first week, came in the closet that was set up as a darkroom for loading and unloading film. She had to teach him how to handle film and cameras by feel. They both stood facing each other in the dark with her holding a 35 mm camera, loaded with scrap film. "Pretend this is a customer's camera that is jammed. You have to open the back, strip out the film, and wind it back into the magazine." In the dark, she held the camera at chest level, and said "Ok, place your hands on top of mine and feel the steps that I describe." He reached out in front of him blindly and extended his right hand too far and poked her right in the right nipple. She gasped and smiled to herself, and he immediately apologized for his clumsiness... smiling in the darkness. He found her hands and gave them a gentle squeeze and the lesson continued. After repeating the exercise two more times, with the air around them getting heavier and heavier, the front door chime sounded and he said, "Let me get that, you stay here or it will look funny with both of us coming out of the closet together." He discretely stepped out of the dark closet to help the customer and Joyce leaned back against the wall and gave a long sigh that only she could hear. She could feel the nervous perspiration in her armpits and the dampness between her legs. She was thoroughly aroused. She needed this time to collect herself. Three minutes later she heard the door chime again and Phil opened the closet door. "It's safe to come out now," he said with a big smile. "Thank God! It's a good thing I'm not claustrophobic!" She smiled to herself, "That was fun. What other kind of trouble can I get into?" • • • • • • • • • • Two weeks had passed. It was Friday night and Phil thought he'd do something to show his appreciation to Joyce. "How 'bout if I make you a nice dinner tomorrow night to wrap up the week?" "Oh my, and he cooks too," she quipped. Normally, both of them normally ate prepared or canned foods out of convenience. "No guarantees on that," he said. "Cooking has never been one of my strong suits." "Me neither, but we all have to eat." How 'bout it. We got a date?" "I wouldn't miss it," she promised. That night, they didn't see much of each other, but they both knew exactly where the other was in the flat at all times. Phil spent two hours or so on the Internet while she was bathing. He looked up from the laptop on the dining room table, just at the moment that Joyce scurried naked across the hall, with a towel around her head, from the bathroom to her bedroom. She didn't see him, at least she didn't turn her head and look, but he definitely saw her. The hallway was darker than the dining area so he didn't see any details of her body other than the fact that she was nude. While they hadn't talked with each other since they came upstairs from work, she had to know that he was there. "Could she be getting careless or forgetful?" he wondered. The effect was there, regardless. His cock expanded by half as he replayed the scene over and over in his mind. Pretty soon, however, his mind was back on the Internet. Another hour passed. It was time to wrap it up for the night. He shut down his laptop and turned off the lights. Quietly, he walked up the hall and into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and flipping on the light. There on the floor in a pile were the clothes she had worn all day long with her bra on top of her panties, which were on top of her slacks and blouse. Even her shoes and white cotton socks were there next to the pile. That was the first time since he moved in that she had left any personal articles of clothing in the bathroom. "How weird!" he thought. Phil proceeded to brush his teeth and take a pee, all the time glancing over at the dainties on top of the pile. He couldn't help his curiosity. He bent down and carefully picked up the bra, making sure the door was still closed tight. He held it up, noting how sheer it was, and he looked at the label. "Hmmm," he thought, "36C." Still holding the bra in his left hand, he picked up her panties, noticing they were bikini shaped, checking the door again, he lifted them to his nose hoping to enjoy her female scent. However, the fragrance was very slight, barely discernible, but he did see one solitary blondish pubic hair clinging to the inside front. He put the bra down and plucked the hair out of the panties and parked it between his lips while he replaced both the panties and the bra to their original positions on top of her other clothes. He took the pubic hair out of his mouth, held it up to the light and smiled a wicked smile. "A keeper," he thought, and he carefully hid it in his shaving kit on top of the chest. With her ear to her bedroom door, she listened carefully to every sound that Phil made while he was in the bathroom. She imagined his every move from the time he closed the bathroom door and turned on the light. She heard the water in the sink, then the brushing of teeth, the rinsing of his toothbrush and the sound of his urination in the toilet and the flush. Then she heard the silence she was waiting for. She visualized him inspecting her underwear closely. She knew she had him thinking about her without any clothes on...and she was excited. Phil looked at himself in the mirror and wondered if she thought he was attractive. He knew she was feeling more comfortable with his presence in her house since he'd been there for several days and this was the first time she'd left any of her personal items where they could be seen. He felt that this was a good sign. He wanted her to be casual and relaxed around him because he wanted to be the same way around her. He liked her and was very attracted to her, but she was still his boss and he didn't want her to be put off by any bogus moves on his part. He hung up his towel and gathered up his things. He opened the bathroom door and walked straight back to his room. • • • • • • • • • • Saturday was a short day. Joyce chose to close up early. She mentioned to Phil that she was going to Reno to shop that afternoon and she'd be back around 6. He said dinner would be around 7:30 or 8. He took the opportunity to go food shopping for tonight's dinner. Before she returned, he had spent his full week's wages. There was a huge bouquet of yellow and white flowers in the center of the dining room table to perk things up. He had purchased both red and white wine, along with two bottles of Champagne, not being entirely sure about her tastes yet. But he did know that she liked seafood, so he went all out and bought two whole live lobsters, some fresh vegetables, a pound of real butter and a baguette of French Bread. She walked in the door with her arms full of bags and boxes at 6:15. He rushed to help her and took half of them and welcomed her warmly. "Where do you want me to put these?" he asked. "Oh, just drop them on my bed if you could." she said as she walked into the dining room for a silent quick inspection. "Oh my god, Phil, they're beautiful!" she gasped as she caught sight of the bouquet. Phil had never seen her bedroom and as he opened the door he took a quick look around. He was amazed at the complete Victorian decor, from the four-poster bed to the vanity to the armoire. Even the flocked wallpaper and the draperies looked like red velveteen, with oriental rugs on the hardwood floors. The room was beautiful. It was obvious that she had spent a lot of time, attention, money and effort to make this room look perfect. He quickly walked to the bed and set the bags down as instructed. As he turned to leave, she was standing in the doorway. "Those flowers are beautiful. Thank you." "I'm glad you like them. He replied with a smile. "Hope you're getting hungry. I've got a lot for us to eat." "Famished! I haven't eaten since breakfast." "Great. Take some time to relax and I'll get dinner going. How 'bout a glass of wine?" He slowly slipped passed her in the bedroom doorway and made his way to the kitchen. She dropped the rest of her bags on her bed and stood there for a minute, thinking of the possibilities. "He's going all out," she thought with a smile on her face. "And he's so smooth about it. Not pushy at all, I really like that. His Ex was crazy to walk away." Joyce turned toward her mirror. She pulled her sweater over her head and stood there in her jeans and a black bra, wondering about the clothes she bought for dinner. He was wearing those nice tight black slacks of his with a white Oxford shirt. She appeared in the kitchen in her sweats and bare feet, saying "I think I'll take a shower and get freshened up a bit, if we have time before we eat." She deliberately didn't wear her bra and her large breasts swayed under the sweatshirt. She could feel her nipples harden as he looked up at her from the refrigerator and smiled at her. He served her a glass of chilled white wine. Holding his own glass up, he offered her a toast, "Thank you, Joyce, for the job and these accommodations, and for the training you've given me. I really appreciate it." She watched him sip his Merlot. His eyes dropped from her smiling face to her pointy chest...and her nipples got harder. Her posture straightened and her breasts rose even more. She could feel her face flush a little. "I'm glad you like it here, Phil, and I think you're doing a great job. And I think you are a great flat mate. I hope you aren't feeling too ...well, cramped around here." "Not at all. Are you kidding? I love it here. As far as I'm concerned, this is an ideal situation and I really like you, Joyce." she blushed again. "I'd better go shower. What's for dinner?" she asked. "Lobster, I hope you like it." "Oh, I love it. I never had it at home before. I can't wait." She turned and headed up the hallway towards the bathroom. He stood there and took another sip of his wine, watching her walk away. "Dinner will be in about a half hour or so." "OK, I should be out long before that." she spoke over her shoulder and kept on walking. "God, I can't believe how much he turns me on!" she thought to herself. She turned into the bathroom and turned on the water to let the shower heat up. A mischievous plan began to form in her mind. She left the bathroom door open about six inches. From the shower, she could look in the large mirror over the sink and see out into the hall, which also meant that, standing in the hall, he could see the shower in the reflection of the mirror. She stripped off her sweats and stood before the mirror, pinning up her hair to keep it from getting wet. She was really excited now and silently admitted to herself that she wanted him to see her nude. She admired her erect nipples and the little pink labia showing between her legs. As she finished pinning he hair, she dropped one hand to her left breast and with the other hand, she ran her fingers through her pubic hair to her crotch. She squeezed her breast and rolled her nipple under the tip of her index finger. At the same time, she hooked the tip of her middle finger of the other hand and found her clit, which she gently rolled in small circles closing her eyes in a moment of bliss. She suddenly heard his footsteps coming up the hall. She quickly turned her back to the door and walked over to step into the shower. She could hear him walk by on the way to his room. If he glanced into the bathroom, he would see her completely naked from the back. She felt a thrill in her loins as she slid the glass door to the side and stepped into the hot shower. Phil decided that, while the water was heating up for the lobster, he would go to his room and change into his slippers. As he approached the bathroom, halfway up the hallway, he noticed that the door was open a bit. He heard the shower running and as he got even with the door, he saw her sweats in a pile on the floor in front of the sink. He hesitated for just a second and looked up just in time to see Joyce stepping, naked, into the shower and sliding the glass door closed behind her. "What a beautiful rear she has," quickly flashed through his mind, and he kept on walking to his room. "Don't want to get caught peeping," he cautioned himself. She knew he'd seen her step into the shower and she tried to remain as natural and casual as possible. She turned toward the hot pulsating water and began soaping her body with her favorite body wash. Soon, he had to be walking back towards the kitchen, and she wanted to put on a little show as he passed by. She slid the diffused glass shower door open just enough so that she could see the mirror and the hallway beyond. Standing straight, she arched her back, pushing her chest towards the pulsing water. She kept soaping and squeezing her breasts and her stomach, occasionally pointing her elbow in the air to wash under her arm. Then she bent over at the waist, pretending to pick something up off the shower floor. She held that position for a long moment, letting her large breasts hang freely. She couldn't believe how aroused she'd become, displaying herself to her roommate and her employee like this. Phil changed his shoes to his slippers and started to walk back to the kitchen. As he got to the open bathroom door, he couldn't help himself. He paused and looked in. There was Joyce, behind the shower glass, in all her glory. He could see the rippled glass silhouette of her body as she washed, and when she bent over to pick up the soap, his eyes locked on to the impressionistic shape of her big beautiful breasts. He instantly found himself erect and became conscious of what he was doing. He turned and hastily walked into the kitchen to prepare the meal. "Good thing it doesn't take long to boil lobsters," he thought. Joyce stepped out of the shower, grabbed her towel and dried off in front of the mirror. She was still excited and flushed from exhibiting herself. She studied her face and neck in the mirror and decided not to wear makeup tonight. And since she was going to be 'au natural', she would also leave off the underwear. She unpinned her hair, brushed it out and bent to pick up her sweats. At that moment, she decided to give him one more chance to see her nude. She opened the door and walked, naked, across the hall to her bedroom. As she reached for the doorknob, she glanced out of the corner of her eye to see if he was looking. Sadly, he was nowhere to be seen, busy cooking in the kitchen. "Rats!" she cursed to herself as she stepped into her room, leaving the door opened again. He had finished preparing the salad, the melted butter and baked the potatoes. He had set the table with two candles, and poured the wine. He then removed the lobsters from the boiling water, broke off the claws and cut off the tails. He arranged the cracked claws and tail on each plate with garnish and set them down at the place settings. Then, he called out "Come and get it before it cools." "Be right there," she called back. Two minutes later, she appeared at the table wearing black slacks and a white silky blouse with a high collar. It was instantly obvious that she wore no bra, as the darkness of her nipples was visible behind the thin white fabric. Phil turned around and caught his breath when he saw her. "My god, you look good!" He moved to her side of the table and pulled out the chair for her to sit. "If I'd known you were going to get dressed up, I would have worn my suit or something. You're stunning, Joyce." As she sat, he inhaled and caught the fragrance of her perfume and pheromones. "Thank you." she smiled. "I bought these clothes this afternoon, just for tonight. I'm glad you like them." "You look dangerously sexy. You're going to have to keep me at arm's length tonight. By the way, I bought these lobster bibs at the store, in case we might get sloppy. Want one?" Joyce wasn't about to let anything impede his view of her breasts. "Oh, no. If I spill, I spill. This blouse is washable anyway." Phil was secretly relieved at her refusal. But now, he knew that he was faced with trying not to stare at her tits all night long. "Well it would be a shame to cover up that beautiful blouse with that ugly old bib anyway," he said with a grin. "Let's start with a toast," he said, holding out his glass of wine in her direction. "To the most beautiful and forgiving boss I've ever had. May we work as a team and turn this place around and both become millionaires." Joyce burst into laughter almost spilling her glass. "Fat chance!" she said with a smile. "But if we can pay all the bills and still have some left over, then I'll be perfectly happy. Thank you for coming along when you did. I'm so happy you like it here." She clinked her glass against his and they both took a long sip, staring into each other's eyes. "Let's dig in, I'm starved." he said. "Me too." as she broke open a large claw. Throughout the dinner, he pretended to be looking at her dinner plate, but all the while feasting on the sight of her large nipples under that sheer blouse. The more he ate, the more aroused he became. Without thinking he stood up to refill her wine glass. His erection was obvious and as soon as Joyce saw it, she knew from whence it came. She raised her napkin to her mouth and smiled to herself. "It's all working," she thought. They talked about the local population and politics during dinner, with Phil offering his three-week old observations, and Joyce sharing an array of both facts and gossip. They were having a great time, when he looked away from the table for just a minute. She took that opportunity to deliberately spill some of her cold white wine on her right breast. "Oh, damnit!" she fibbed. The wine turned her blouse absolutely transparent and made it cling to the curves of her breast like a second layer of skin. Phil looked around and saw her naked wet breast. She was looking around for a clean napkin. "Oh no," he said, and quickly jumped up from the table. He took three quick steps over to the kitchen sink and grabbed the dish towel and tossed it to her. She caught it and turned toward him so he could watch. She took the towel and began to stroke her breast and nipple, pretending to dry the blouse and her skin underneath. Her chilled erect nipple was clearly visible to both of them. It was such a delicious feeling with him staring at her exposed nipple, that the other one followed suit and tented the blouse over her left breast. "Well that does it for this shirt. I better go change into something dry. I'll be right back." "Take your time...I'll clear off the dishes." As she walked up the hallway towards her bedroom, she pulled the shirt out of her slacks and peeled it over her head, giving him a full view of her naked back. As she turned to step into the bedroom, she saw him holding the dish towel, watching her intently. She positioned her forearm to cover both breasts and turned again to face him with a big smile, saying "I won't be long." and she sidestepped into her room. Phil was amazed at the sight of her mini strip tease. The tightness in his pants was getting really uncomfortable and he knew that his face was flushed. He walked over to the dinner table, turning his back to the hallway, and reached into his pants to straighten himself out. "I think I know where this night is heading." he thought to himself with a smile. Before he started to clear the dishes off the table, he took a long sip of wine, walked over to the stereo and put on a CD of slow Latin jazz. He glanced out the window into the darkness and saw the wind blowing the trees with some strength. His erection began to subside a bit and it seemed safe now to start cleaning up. "Hey," she startled him from behind. "You cooked, I clean up; that's the deal in this household, buster." He turned quickly to find her dressed in a floor length thick white terry cloth robe and bare feet. She was rolling up her sleeves. Shared Seduction "Whoa...ok, but I'll dry and I'll try not to break," he said firmly. "By the way, nice choice of music. I hope you don't mind this robe, but since we're not going out tonight, I thought I'd just get comfy, instead of putting on fresh clothes." "Of course not," he smiled. "If I had a robe as plush as that one, I'd choose it over clothes too." "Funny you should say that. When I was shopping this afternoon, I saw the most beautiful dark blue man's robe. I immediately thought of you since you didn't have one and it gets mighty chilly around here when the snow flies...wait right here." She quickly walked up the hallway and grabbed the large Macy's box by her door. She came back to the kitchen and presented it to him. "I hope you don't mind a gift." "Oh, Joyce, you shouldn't have bought this. Thank you." "Why don't you run back and try it on while I start the dishes. By the time you get back, you'll have some to dry." He got back to his bedroom and thought to himself "This is beautiful but what in hell should I wear under it?" Then he decided to simplify things and wear nothing at all. He stood in front of his mirror, took off his clothes, and admired his semi hard cock. Then he put on the robe. It was deep blue and extremely soft. It came down to his shins and fit his arms and shoulders perfectly. "Here goes," he said to himself as he left his room. When Phil got back to the kitchen, she was already washing the dishes. He had to reach around her to get the dish towel and as he did, Joyce tilted her head over his arm and rubbed her cheek against the sleeve of his robe. "I love how it feels...so soft and cuddly." He looked down over her shoulder and saw that the top of her robe was gaping a bit, enough for him to see that she wasn't wearing a bra. Just enough of her cleavage was revealed without showing her nipples. He felt his cock stir again and knew that he's have a hard time hiding his erection under the robe so he nestled up close to the counter in front of the dish rack. In two minutes, the dishes were washed and dried. "Let's go sit in the living room and listen to that CD," she suggested. "I love that music. Who's the artist?" "Otmar Liebert, how 'bout an after dinner drink?" he offered. "I bought a couple of bottles of Champagne to go with the lobster, but we never got to it." "Sure, but be warned, Champagne goes right to my head," she giggled. "Good, you deserve a good buzz every once in a while." He reached into the refrigerator and grabbed the closest bottle, uncorked it and poured it into their wine glasses." I couldn't find any Champagne flutes so these will have to do for tonight." He turned to walk into the living room and found that she was already curled up in one corner of the couch. Setting the glasses and bottle on the coffee table, he sat down in the space that was left. He handed her a full glass and he took the other. This time she offered the toast, holding her glass out to him. He held his glass up and she said "Here's to a wonderful relationship between you and me and the business. And here's to a full buzz tonight." He clinked her glass and said "I have no doubts," staring into her eyes. He noticed that her robe was gaping again, but unfortunately it was not in his direction. They sat in silence for a couple of minutes listening to the sounds of passion rising out of the speakers across the room. With her eyes closed, she took another sip. "Have you ever had a foot massage?" he offered boldly. "No, not yet. My feet are very ticklish, even when I touch them." She was relieved when he broke the ice. She wanted him to touch her but she couldn't invent a way without seeming too obvious. "How 'bout if I promise not to tickle?" Up to this time, the only physical contact they had was accidental, down in the darkroom. But now he was anxious for the touch of her skin. She shifted her position and put her feet across his lap, with her back leaning against the arm of the sofa. She took another sip of her drink and closed her eyes. Phil leaned forward against her feet and placed his drink on the table. He blew into his cupped hands and rubbed them together to warm them up. Then he lifted one foot by the heel and began massaging the soft area below her ankle with his other hand. As he expertly squeezed and kneaded her foot, he absently examined her robed body. He noticed that as he brought her foot closer to his body during the process, she had moved her other foot away, down closer to his knee. The effect of this unconscious movement was to spread her legs a little bit. Her robe had fallen away from one leg and left part of her inner thigh exposed, which he thoroughly enjoyed. Joyce was relaxing her feet as best she could, but she was feeling very excited at the intimacy which she hadn't felt in over two years. She deliberately bent her knee and placed her foot on his thigh, just inches from his cock, as he manipulated the other foot. In doing so, the robe dropped away even further now nearly but not quite exposing her pussy. "How's this feel, I'm not tickling you am I?" "No, this is glorious." She opened her eyes and asked, "May I have another drink?" "Of course, my dear." He let go of her foot and leaned forward to refill both of their glasses. She made no move to cover her naked leg, but she shifted her position again, slouching down and resting her head on the arm of the sofa. She took her refreshed glass and supported it with both hands on her chest, just below her breasts. "How'd you ever learn to do this?" "Oh, I just imagine the way I'd like it to feel if someone was doing it to me." "Well, you've got a good imagination, 'cause this feels marvelous!" "Let's try the other foot now," he said with authority. She took a sip and closed her eyes again, trying to concentrate on relaxing her foot muscles. But now, all she could think of was sex. She knew that her leg was fully exposed to his view and that one more little move would cause her robe to separate even further and allow him to see the hair between her legs. He was now actively massaging the foot closest to his cock. He gently turned her foot inward, causing her knee to spread toward him. There it was in plain view...her beautiful pussy. He was mesmerized with the sight of her womanhood as his hands worked. He gently placed her foot back down in his lap, barely touching his cock and balls underneath the robe. He took a minute to reach over and take a sip of his Champagne. She looked at him and smiled, still making no attempt to cover up. Phil sat back and started massaging her calf, still with her foot resting against his now erect cock. "Oooh, that feels so good," she said closing her eyes again, encouraging his progress. He could still see her crotch, covered by light brown pubic hair. She knew this was the moment of truth. She had made the decision long before dinner that this was going to be a night of seduction, regardless of who made the first move. Now it was rapidly becoming a reality and it was wonderful. There was no turning back. She gave a slow moan, "Mmmm," smiling. The CD changed silently to a slower romantic mood. Phil's massage also changed to slow gentle stroking and petting of the delicate skin under her leg. As each movement of his hand went a little further up her leg, she increased her foot pressure against his cock. She took another sip of her Champagne. It wasn't long before both hands were massaging her thigh, all the while with her crotch exposed to him. Phil thought to himself, "I'm wasting valuable time here. I know she wants me and I'm so damn aroused, I'm going to chance it." Without warning, he placed the palm of his left hand completely over her pubic mound, with his long fingers extending up toward her bellybutton. As soon as Joyce felt his hand touch her pubic hair, she jumped ever so slightly, being startled since her eyes were closed. She opened her eyes only to see his eyes burning back at her. With one hand she put her glass over on the table and with the other hand, she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his wrist. She pulled his hand to her crotch and whispered "Don't stop." With this invitation, he lowered his hand, spreading her legs more and slowly began stroking her labia. She began to move her hips very slowly and he could feel the moistness between her lips. He wanted to be gentle and take it a little at a time. He shifted his position so that her leg was now across his chest, with one of his arms underneath and the other arm over her stomach so that he could meet her needs with both hands. With his left hand, he moistened his fingers with her juices and began delicately tracing her inner petals up and down. With his right hand, he moved his fingers to the top of her slit and burrowed through her pubes to find her clit hood which he gently pulled back to reveal her little pink button. Joyce started to moan and move her hips to the motion of his fingers stroking the outer lips of her vagina. She'd never felt stimulation like this before and she quickly became lost in a growing frenzy. While Phil was masterfully manipulating her delicate tissue, Joyce gripped the lapels of her robe and spread them, exposing both of her large breasts. She grasped both of her hard nipples with her fingers and began pulling and twisting as hard as she could stand it. He looked up to find her eyes locked lustfully on his face. He smiled as her eyes then rolled back in her head and her hips started bucking up and down on his lap. With his right hand, he was massaging her clit in all directions. With his left hand, he inserted two fingers into her wet vagina and began to move them in and out in rhythm with the movements on her clit. The scent rising from her crotch was driving him wild at the same time. As her climax began to build, he felt small spasms around his fingers and he saw the muscles of her abdomen begin to jerk involuntarily, as if stimulated by electric shock. Her hands had left her nipples and were squeezing both breasts hard. Her face and neck flushed deep red. He stopped both hand movements and just applied pressure to her clit, as if pressing it back into her body. She raised her hips completely off his lap, her body tensed. There was an expression of absolute abandon on her face. He removed both hands from her crotch and he leaned over her and wrapped his arms around her hips with his head on her stomach and gave her a gentle long lasting hug. He must have held that position for five minutes and then he felt her combing her fingers through his hair. He didn't move; he just held the pressure of his hug until she spoke. "Where did you ever learn to do a foot massage like that?" she asked rhetorically in a quiet voice. He looked up at her face and just gave her a gentle smile. Minutes passed. He began to nuzzle his way up toward her breasts, letting his hands massage the muscles in her lower back. He rested his head between her breasts and started kissing the inside swell of her right breast. She continued to run her fingers through his hair and stroke the back of his neck. Then, with one hand, he lifted her breast so her still erect nipple met his lips. He sucked it into his mouth and began massaging it between his tongue and teeth, all the time sucking deeply. She responded with a quiet gasp, and she pulled his head even more tightly to her chest. He turned his head and inhaled her left nipple while catching the other between his fingers. As he sucked and massaged the one, his hand gently squeezed her other breast and rolled her hardness. Her breathing became more rapid and again her legs started to squirm. Phil changed his position raising himself off the sofa, removed his bathrobe, parted her legs and lowered his body so that his stomach was resting on her pubic mound. As he did, placing both elbows on either side he took both breasts in his hands and squeezed them together so that her nipples were nearly touching each other. He took both nipples into his mouth and sucked furiously, nibbling the very tips. Her automatic response was to wrap her legs around his butt and press him into her crotch. Her hips were undulating and he could feel her pubic hair rubbing against his belly. He knew she was ready for him. He moved upward again and held himself over her, looking directly into her eyes. He could feel his cock touching her labia. A look of intense desire came over her face. She reached down, grabbing his cock, and began rubbing it against her clit. "I want you so much," she whispered. He bent his head down and kissed her delicately on her lips. "I want you too, Joyce." She placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her vagina and he pushed just a little, enough to insert the head. She felt so wet and slippery. A quiet hiss escaped her clenched teeth. He kissed her again and buried his face in the small of her neck. She felt increasing pressure build in her vagina as he pushed more and then withdrew a little. It had been so long since she'd felt the girth of a man between her legs. Her juices started to flow heavily, and he no longer felt resistance. Phil eased his full length into her and held fast, giving her a strong hug. She wrapped her right leg around his left and he raised his hips to withdraw and thrust upward and thus began their dance of love. As he fell into his rhythm, she began to meet his thrusts with greater and greater strength. He raised himself up on one elbow and took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. At the same time, he rolled his hips to the side and began massaging her clit with his free hand, stronger and stronger with each thrust. She began to cum violently with huge moans and gasps. But he wasn't ready yet. Her second orgasm lasted about a minute and he felt her body relax beneath him. He held his position at the top of his last thrust and he could still feel the spasms of her vaginal walls around his throbbing cock. As she began to relax a bit, he brought his hand up and stroked the thin hairs on her temple above her ear. He delicately kissed her forehead and her closed eyelids and the tip of her nose. They held their embrace, his hardness still twitching inside her. Minutes later, he offered, "Want some desert?" "Oh my god! What do you have in mind?" "You'll love it, I promise". Phil stood and pushed the coffee table away. He pulled a fleece blanket off the corner of the couch, spreading it out on the carpet. He knelt down and with his hand, motioned her to join him. She slid out of her robe and joined him on the floor. He guided her to roll over on her stomach. She rested her head on her crossed arms. The softness of the fleece felt delicious under her arms, and her breasts and stomach, on her thighs and the tops of her feet. He straddled her legs, his cock still rock hard. He began to softly massage her buttocks and lower back. As his hands kneaded her muscles and moved up towards her shoulders, he inched himself upwards also. He had learned long ago that a woman's soft back is both very sensitive and very stimulating. He placed his hands on the floor in front of her shoulders and started rubbing his cock and balls over the entire breadth of her back, up the right side to her neck and down the center, then up the left side and back down the center. He would brush the sides of her flattened breasts with the head of his cock and let the pubic hairs on his balls lightly tickle the skin of her lower back. He could feel, by her hip movements, she was once again becoming aroused. Phil laid down flat on Joyce's backside, supporting much of his weight on his toes and elbows. He spread her legs with his feet and inserted his cock all the way through her crotch so the head of his cock fit in the pocket of her labia. As he pressed with his hips, his cockhead would rub up against her clit and then recede again. He continued this motion, stimulating all of her feminine parts, until she lifted her rear to him in a pleading motion. He then let his cock penetrate her wetness again, but from behind. As he had opened her legs before, he now closed them tightly with his knees and feet. He was locked into her. He raised himself up on his knees and began strong thrusts downward against the front wall of her vagina, hitting her g-spot each time. Joyce became almost frantic in her excitement, grasping the fleece blanket in her fists and grunting wildly, trying to push harder and harder on his cock. Finally, he felt his balls tighten and the sperm begin to flow. "Baby, I'm starting to cum." His thrusting got faster...there was no stopping. "Yes, do it now," was all he heard, as they were moving in perfect rhythm. He felt like he exploded in her. He strained and pushed, and shook. It seemed as though he would rip her open with all of his rigid strength. Out of breath, he collapsed on top of her and she lay motionless except for her rapid breathing. Both were perspiring and exhausted. Still hard, he could feel her vagina contracting around him. They both began to come alive again. He got up on his knees as he withdrew his glistening cock. She turned over underneath him and extended her arms. He lowered himself once again and they embraced. Then it was Sunday. Everything had changed for both of them. Sexual release was only part of it. Now there grew a strong emotional bond, the kind that occurs when there is a major transition or evolution from one kind of human relationship up to a higher level of understanding and affection. Neither could proclaim love for each other at this point, but both of them knew each other's most intimate personal secrets. Each had new found respect, admiration and desire for the other. This was just the beginning.