7 comments/ 26672 views/ 15 favorites Rachel's Summer Job By: darkrose93 It was the end of my last college semester and I wasn't sure what step to take next with my life. The obvious move would be to find a nice summer teaching gig like many of my friends had at one of the local elementary schools, but I was craving something different. Being stuck in so many different classrooms for five years had made me exhausted and stressed to no end. I wasn't ready to get back into the classroom just yet, and so against my parent's wishes, she sought out some other opportunities. I remembered that I had set up an account on care.com a few years ago, so I grabbed my laptop and began exploring the different job offers. "Let's see," I said to herself. "There's plenty of babysitting jobs, but they don't pay near enough". "Hmm, no one needs a nanny right now, a few pet sitting jobs". "Maybe I should try calling up some local daycares". I grabbed her temples with her hand trying to relieve her building stress when her cell phone started to ring. It was her close friend Cristyn. ME: Hey girlie what's up? CRISTYN: Oh nothing just packing for the beach and thought I'd see what you Were up to. ME: Oh yeah, time for your yearly beach trip with you Mom and Mamaw I guess. I've just been searching for some summer work on Care.com, but haven't had any Luck so far. I guess you're working for that year round school when you get back? CRISTYN: Well have you tried looking outside of Morgantown? I know you've thought about traveling; maybe you could find a gig somewhere else. ME: That's a great idea actually! Hey let me get off here and expand my search and I'll get back to you later. CRISTYN: Ok bye! I changed my search options to nationwide on the webpage and hundreds of job offers popped up. "Well looks like we're off to a good start," I said slightly smiling. There were so many options, so I clicked a tab that put the most recent offers at the top of the page. After the page finished loading a big header for the first job offer finally popped up. I clicked on the link to read the whole description: SUMMER HOUSEKEEPER NEEDED: My name is James Summers and I'm looking for someone to look after my house during the summer. I work long hours during the day so I would need someone to clean the house two to three times a week, prepare meals each day and be able to help me with any secretarial type work when necessary. If you would like more information please email me at j.summers88762@gmail.com. I looked beside the header for the job offer and it said the job was located in the Outer Banks of North Carolina on Corolla Beach. I had been to that beach before with my family and knew that some parts of the beach could be pretty remote. Mr. Summers, My name is Rachel Figueroa and I am a recent graduate from West Virginia University looking for summer for as well as travel opportunities. If you could email me back with some more particulars about your job offer or call me at 304-553-5085 I would be very appreciative. Thank you for your time, Rachel Figueroa "There" I said. Now to wait for a response. I closed my laptop and lay back on my bed closing my eyes. I imagined Corolla beach, a nice bottle of wine and the sun setting in the background. Then I started to imagine the silhouette of a man walking down the beach. He's getting closer and leaning down to kiss me and then... I heard a loud buzzing beside my head. BUZZ...BUZZ...BUZZ...BUZZ. I sat up and realized my phone was ringing. "I must have dozed off" I said to myself. I picked up my phone to see who was calling. "Hmm a 252 area code, that's weird". I answered the phone expecting to hear a telemarketer on the other end, but instead heard someone completely different. ME: Hello? MR. SUMMERS: Hello is this Rachel? I calling in response to your email about my job listing on Care.com ME: Oh yes, Mr. Summers right? Thank you so much for calling me. MR. SUMMERS: No problem, so let's get down to business. I own an engineering company in the Outer Banks that contracts homes and offices for vacationers and different companies. As you can imagine everyone's looking to build down here so that they can visit or work during the summer, so when the summer comes it's my job to greet the new owners and run through the property with them to make sure we didn't leave anything out of the buildings or need to add anything to accommodate the buyers needs. This means that I'm going to be at work at my office and at different properties from around 7-5, Monday through Friday, and on the weekends I will work from home. Your responsibilities would be to make breakfast, lunch and dinner Monday through Friday and dinners on the weekends, clean the house twice a week and help me with things like paperwork and organizing my office. Any questions? I was stunned at how blunt this man was being. I mean I didn't expect to be best friends with the man, but I thought he might have some ounce of kindness. Despite my desperate need for a job, I responded to Mr. Summers rather annoyed. ME: Well sir, considering you've given me less than five minutes to think about this job opportunity, I might need a little more of your time and patience. MR. SUMMERS: I apologize if I sound rude, but you must understand Miss Figueroa, I'm a very busy man and I work on a tight schedule. I need someone to help me out this summer and honestly I won't have time for any type of working relationship. If you take this job you will not see or hear from me very often, but I promise you will be paid very well if you can keep up with your responsibilities. His tone was softer now and I couldn't ignore the phrase "paid very well" that easily. I felt a conflict building within me. Do I follow my heart and take this job as well as a big risk, or do I follow my head and find something more solid? ME: Mr. Summers, I accept your offer. MR. SUMMERS: Ok great. If possible I would like to meet you within the week and show you around the house as well as where you'll be staying before work gets too hectic. Let me know when you are on your way and have a safe trip. Oh and don't forget to send me a copy of your background check, I want to make sure I can fully trust you. Mr. Summers hung up the phone and I rubbed my eyes still trying to process what I had just done. Me, Rachel Figueroa, was going to be staying in a house with a man I've never met for an entire summer basically playing wifey. But on the bright side I'll be near the beach and I can go shopping. I still felt nervous about my decision, but also felt excitement building within me knowing that a great opportunity was heading my way. On Saturday, the day after I made my crazy decision, I called up my parents to try and explain to them what my plans were exactly for this summer. Telling my Dad was a breeze. I just let him know that I had a job and boom no problem. My mom on the other hand was a different story. MOM: Rachel I'm not discussing this with you anymore, you're not going. ME: Mom let me tell you something. You know that I love you very much and respect all of the advice that you give me. But I'm twenty-two years old and need to make my own decisions. I've thought this through and this is something that I really want to do. And besides I know how to take care of myself. I'll have my cellphone on me so you can call or message me whenever you want me to, I'll be close enough to town in case of any type of emergency, and I've researched this guy. His company is legitimate and there are no red flags anywhere that I have found. You know me mom, if I ever thought there was something wrong when I got down there I'd pack up and turn right around. There was silence on the other end of the phone and I could almost hear my mom thinking. I prayed she wouldn't question how thoroughly I'd really thought this job offer through. MOM: Alright Rachel, I can't tell you what to do I will admit that. But I hope you know I don't fully agree with this. Making this decision means you're going to have to support yourself this summer and I can't rush down there if something goes wrong. I love you sweet pea. Please be careful. When we hung up I felt a wonderful sense of relief. I was all clear to head down to Corolla. I sent a quick email to Mr. Summers letting him know I'd be in Monday evening. Then I started the busy task of packing. I was digging through my underwear drawer looking for my bathing suit and my sparkly orange vibrator from spencers caught my eye. "Hmm" I thought to myself. "Am I really going to feel like using this knowing that some random guy could be listening in the next room, a guy who is going to be my boss?" "Oh what the hell" I said. Three months is a long time and a girl can go stir crazy if she can't let off steam once in a while. I tossed my vibrator in a side pocket in my suitcase and zipped it up. On Monday morning I waited outside my apartment and saw Cristyn pull up. The plan was to get a ride with her to Charleston, WV where we'd pick up her family, and then on their way to Myrtle Beach they would drop me off in Raleigh where I could take a bus the rest of the way to Corolla. Normally I would have driven myself down, but since my mom wasn't going to help me out this summer I decided that a car just meant extra money I'd have to save for gas. Besides, Mr. Summers already said I would use his car to go get groceries for each week, so I'm sure if I really needed something I could just use his. I tossed my suitcase into the back of Cristyn's jeep and got into the passenger side seat. Cristyn started driving and didn't greet me like usual, but instead stared intently at the road. ME: Hey is something wrong? You're being really quiet. CRISTYN: I just, I'm worried Rach, I mean you don't know this guy. He could be some creep just looking to take advantage of young girls. I just don't want you to get down there and be stuck without a way out. ME: Look how about this. I'll go down there and if it seems ok I'll try it out for a week. If I don't like the job I'll just hop back on the bus and head back home with you. Does that work? CRISTYN: Yea, just make sure you call and text every day. You're my best friend and I don't want anything to happen to you. The rest of the drive went smoothly. Cristyn and I laughed and talked all the way to Charleston and then when we picked up her family we laughed and talked even more. We pulled up to the bus station in Raleigh and Cristyn and her family wished me well. I stood and watched them pull away with my suitcase in hand when I heard a voice from an overhead speaker announcing that the 312 bus was getting ready to leave. "SHIT!" I said as I ran around like an idiot trying to find the right bus. I ran down a row of buses looking at each of the numbers on the front and finally found number 312. The doors were almost closed when I waved frantically at the driver. He rolled his eyes and opened the door again. DRIVER: You almost missed the bus young lady, might want to pay attention to what time it is next time you decide to catch a bus around here, we don't usually wait around for stragglers. I could have made a smart comment to the bus driver, but instead I just smiled and nodded as I got on the bus. I walked to the very back and had a seat by myself near the window. I watched as we pulled away from the station and took a deep breath. This was it. In six hours I would be in Corolla. In the last email from Mr. Summers he said that he would have a driver pick me up from the bus station and take me the rest of the way to the house. A driver, really? I laughed to myself a little thinking about how crazy rich this guy must be. He's probably just some money-crazed guy who throws himself into work at every waking moment. But hey, at least he pays well. I listened to the music on my phone for about an hour, watching the sun start to set when I leaned my head against the side of the bus and fell asleep. I started to have the same dream again about the man walking down the beach, but this time I could hear him talking. He leaned down to kiss me but instead whispered "take off your clothes". I took off my bikini top and pulled down my bottoms and he started kissing his way down my body. First my neck, then the spot between my tits as he played with my nipples. I was in absolute heaven. He made it just a little further when suddenly I felt the bus come to a screeching halt and my body was thrown forward. "Anyone who's going to Raleigh, this is your last chance!" I realized we were at my stop and stood up quickly making my way to the front of the bus. "Thanks for the ride!" I said as I walked down the steps of the bus and grabbed my suitcase from underneath. The bus station was surprisingly busy and being only half awake I was trying to look around and see if I could figure out where this driver was. I walked into the crowd and soon was met with an older man wearing a black dress shirt and pants who seemed to recognize me. DRIVER: Miss Figueroa? ME: Yes that's me, are you, Mr. Summer's driver? He let out a slight chuckle. DRIVER: Haha yes that's me, but you can call me Hank. Follow me and I'll help you get your bags into the car. We walked out to the parking lot of the bus station and Hank led me over to a Mercedes that was parked right in front. "WOW" I thought to myself "Who is this guy?" I was expecting more of a cab or something. Hank opened the door for me and I hopped in while he put my suitcase in the trunk. I ran my hands across the cool leather seats and admired the new car smell. "I could definitely get used to this" I thought to myself. HANK: So what brings a girl like you down to Corolla by yourself? ME: I'm sorry, a girl like me? HANK: Oh you know, I just figured a young girl like you would rather be somewhere like Myrtle Beach where there are things to do. Not too much to do in Corolla besides embrace the sun and sand. ME: Well I guess I'm a little different than other girls my age, I'm just looking for some peace and quiet. You can't get much of that in a college town. And I've always liked travelling. HANK: Well you'll get plenty of peace and quiet at Mr. Summer's house, you rarely see him during the summer months. Well except for me of course, I do drive him around from time to time. ME: What can you tell me about Mr. Summers? I know I should have probably asked about this earlier, but I don't know much about him. HANK: Oh he's a good man, very work oriented though. Always has plans and schematics running through his mind, but he's always been a good boss. Pays me well and treats me right, that's all I could ask for. The rest of the drive was pretty quiet. It was around ten when Hank pulled off into the parking lot of Marriott. ME: What are we doing here? I asked a little concerned. HANK: Well Mr. Summer's house is a ways down the beach, he likes his privacy you see, and so you have to drive down the beach to get here. But since it's dark out and we're in the town car I can't very well drive you there tonight. Mr. Summers booked you a room here for the night and in the morning the other driver Ben will be here to pick you up. ME: Um ok, but are you sure about this? I mean I had no idea Mr. Summers was paying for a hotel room or anything. I feel kind of uncomfortable about this. HANK: Oh don't worry Miss, it's just Mr. Summer's way. He's a generous man, always helping others. ME: Ok well, thank you for everything Hank, I'm sure I will see you around. I wheeled my suitcase over to the entrance of the hotel and walked up to the front desk. ME: Hi um, this might be a little strange, but I think I have a room booked for me by Mr. Summers. My name is Rachel Figueroa and... CONCIERGE: Oh yes he called earlier and said you'd be arriving, you're in room 401. The elevator is to your left, check out is at 11:00 A.M., oh and Mr. Summers said to go ahead and order anything you want from room service this evening. He expected you would need dinner. ME: Um thank you very much. I guess I'll head up to my room. I hoped the woman at the front desk didn't think I looked like a complete idiot because I'm sure I looked absolutely dumbfounded. Now this Mr. Summers guy is paying for my room and dinner? I just hoped this wasn't some kind of scam. I went up to my room and sure enough it was extremely luxurious. There was a big king sized bed, the bathroom had a giant bathtub and shower and there was an impressive flat screen TV mounted to the wall. I flopped down onto the bed and inhaled the smell of the clean linens. I rested my head wanting to go to sleep when I suddenly realized I should let everyone know I made it here ok. I first called my mom letting her know I finally made it to Corolla and told her that "I" got a room at a "Red Roof Inn" for the night because we couldn't drive on the beach at night. I knew if I told her that my so called "boss" whom I've never met put me up in a ridiculously expensive hotel room she'd be on the next flight down here. She seemed calm enough and told me to keep in touch. We said our I love yous and then I called up Cristyn. CRISTYN: He booked you a hotel room?! A crazy fancy hotel room?! AND YOU WERE TOLD TO EAT WHATEVER YOU WANT?! WHO IS THIS GUY RACHEL?! RACHEL: I know it's crazy but don't worry, I have a good feeling about this. I mean it's not like he was in here naked expecting me to "do the dirty" or whatever with a rose clenched between his teeth. We both laughed really hard for a minute and then sighed. CRISTYN: Well I just hope you know what you're in for Rachel. Keep checking in and don't let your guard down with this guy. I know we always talked about being spoiled by rich men, but you should at least get to know him a little first. RACHEL: Alright girlie, have a fun trip and I'll talk to you soon. I remembered how late it was so I called down to room service quickly before they closed. With the menu in hand, I scrolled through the pages and decided on a cheeseburger and fries, a diet coke and a piece of chocolate cake. I could have easily ordered a fifty-dollar steak, but I didn't want to piss off my boss this early on. Soon enough someone arrived at the door with a fancy food cart to bring my dinner. I thanked them and quickly ate my food, which was ridiculously good. I thought about just going to bed, but I felt like I should at least take a quick shower if I was going to meet Mr. Summers tomorrow. I turned on the shower and got the water just the way I like it, hot, but not so hot that I can't stand it. I pawed over all the complimentary soaps and shampoos and chose one to wash my hair. I closed my eyes enjoying all of the special treatment I was getting and I could feel the soapy shampoo that smelled like fresh cucumber melon makes it way down my breasts and in-between my legs. Without thinking I started playing with my tits, massaging them with the wet soapy water making my pussy dripping wet. I kept one hand massaging my tits while I let the other hand start rubbing my wet soapy mound. I started thinking about my dream earlier and imagined the mysterious man fingering my pussy and playfully licking my clit. I started rubbing my clit faster and faster until I let out a loud moan and had a shuttering orgasm. The feeling pulsated through my body and made me feel so good I could hardly stand it. I opened my eyes and thought that I better finish up in the shower and head to bed. I rinsed off the soapy water, dried off and then slipped into the big bed naked. The feeling of the soft cotton sheets on my body felt so good I almost felt like I could make myself cum again if I wanted to, but soon I fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of the phone beside my bed ringing. I answered and heard the concierge on the other end of the line. Rachel's Summer Job CONCIERGE: Good morning Miss Figueroa, did you enjoy your evening with us? ME: Yes, um, everything was very nice, thank you. CONCIERGE: Wonderful. Well Mr. Summers asked me to give you a wake up call at 7:00 A.M. so that you would be ready for him to pick you up at 8:00 A.M. ME: Oh ok, well thank you, I'll get ready then. I started to freak out a little. Hank told me that another driver was picking me up, but instead my boss was going to be here in an hour. I opened my suitcase and filed through my clothes trying to figure out what I should wear. I could wear a maxi dress, but on the other hand I'm going to be cooking and cleaning for this guy so I probably should somewhat look the part. I decided on my blue, loose flowing tank top, a pair of denim capris pants and some black sandals. I got dressed and threw my hair up in a high ponytail, anticipating that it was going to be really hot today. The last thing I did was put on a light amount of makeup. Enough to make me look awake and refreshed, but not so much that I looked club ready. When I finished I packed up my suitcase and headed downstairs. I waited by the entrance for about five minutes when a gold land rover pulled up. The driver got out and started walking towards me. He reached out to shake my hand. MR. SUMMERS: Hello you must be Rachel, nice to meet you. Why don't you hop in the car and we'll make our way towards the house. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights as I shook his hand. Not only was Mr. Summers attractive, but he was a lot younger than I ever pictured, he couldn't be more than thirty. I felt a wave of heat flow through me from my face all the way down between my thighs, but I quickly snapped out of it and walked towards the car. I got in and Mr. Summers pulled out of the hotel parking lot. MR. SUMMERS: So I notice you look a little shocked. I get that a lot haha, I'm a lot younger than most people think. ME: I just figured, well you have your own company and everything and... MR. SUMMERS: I know it's odd, I guess I've just been lucky. I went straight into college after highschool, got my engineering degree, went to engineering school in Charlotte and as luck would have it, one of my mentors offered me a business partnership. So here I am, I will admit running my own company still feels new, but I really enjoy it. So tell me about yourself. I looked over at him as he was driving and looked him over. Thick red hair, sexy lips, strong shoulders. Most of him was hidden under a blue and white striped polo and khakis, but I couldn't help but wonder for a second what was underneath. Before I got too lost in my thoughts I shook myself awake and reminded myself that this was my boss and that's all he should be. ME: Well I'm from Charleston, WV and am going to school at WVU. I'm getting my degree in elementary education. MR. SUMMERS: That's great, there are a lot of great schools down here. I've given a few lectures at the local high school on engineering. Maybe you could look into some volunteer work. Well once we get to the house I won't have time to show you around because I have a meeting at nine, but feel free to look around. Trish, my usual housekeeper will show you around. Oh and there's a grocery list I've left with her too so if you don't mind, once you get settled you could head out to the Harris Teeter and get everything on the list. ME: That sounds fine, and again thank you for the opportunity Mr. Summers. MR. SUMMERS: It's no trouble, oh and please, call me Jay, Mr. Summers sounds so, old haha. The rest of the trip was relatively quiet. We drove through some highway traffic and then reached the entrance to the beach. JAY: Hey Rachel, before we drive on the beach we have to stop and let some air out of the tires, would you mind helping me out? ME: Sure no problem. We pulled over on the side of the road and Jay worked on the tires on the drivers side while I worked on the other two. ME: Let me know when you think I've let enough air out of the tires. (Jay) I walked over to the other side of the car and saw Rachel bent down letting the air out of the tires. I walked behind her and couldn't help but notice the top of her panties peeking out from her capris pants, presumably a thong. I let my eyes travel down further to see her round, supple ass. For a moment I let myself imagine what the rest of her must look like, but I soon realized if I didn't say anything soon we were going to have a flat. ME: That's fine, that's good! RACHEL: Ok great. We drove onto the beach entrance and down onto the sand and I could see Rachel's face tense up a little. ME: Don't worry, just a few bumps, just hold on tight. We started down the relatively empty beach going up and down the mounds of sand and I turned my head just enough to look over at Rachel. With each bump we hit her big bouncy breasts jumped up and down. For a minute I thought they might pop out of her shirt. My cock started to get hard thinking about her big, thick exposed breasts when I snapped out of it and remembered two things. First of all this is not a drive I should be distracted on and second, I have a girlfriend. Katie was sexy in her own way, but lacked in areas where Rachel certainly did not. We pulled off the beach onto Gull Drive and headed towards the house. ME: Well here it is, I'll leave you to it. Trish should be in the kitchen making lunch for today if you're hungry. RACHEL: Ok thank you, have a good meeting. (Rachel) I stepped out of the car and grabbed my suitcase and then headed towards the large house. I looked at it for a moment taking it all in. A beautiful blue, two story home with a wrap around porch on each level, white bay windows on the front and a nice sized, fenced in pool on the side. I couldn't even imagine what the inside looked like. I knocked on the front door and waited for a minute. TRISH: Hello? May I help you? RACHEL: Yes I'm Rachel, I'm here to work for the summer? TRISH: Oh yes! I'm so sorry I forgot, my minds not what it used to be. Come on in and I'll show you around. I'm Trish by the way. Trish led me through the front entrance and started to show me around. To the left was the family room with a big screen tv, surround sound speakers and a wine cooler mounted in the wall. "Fancy" I thought to myself. I also noticed the plush white furniture that filled the room. ME: Everything's so nice. I'm almost afraid to touch anything. TRISH: Haha, I know, I felt the same way when I started working here. But there are perks to having a boss who's rarely around. *wink Next we went into the kitchen and looked around. TRISH: Here's one of your main places of work. Right now I have sandwiches in the refrigerator if you're hungry. But first let's talk work. Mr. Summers gets home at seven unless he calls and says otherwise. In this drawer here I have several of his favorite recipes you can try. After dinner I plan out breakfast, usually something quick like some hard-boiled eggs or toast. I also take that time to pack his lunch for the next day, which I keep here in the refrigerator for him to grab before he leaves for work. Oh and don't set anything hot on the counter without putting down a cooling rack first, you'll crack the granite. Next we walked from the kitchen out the back deck, which had a long, hand carved wooden table adorned with candles and sea themed décor. TRISH: This is where the boss usually eats, so he can listen to the ocean while he works. ME: You mean he works even while he's eating? TRISH: Yep, the man never seems to quit. Except for when Katie's around. ME: Katie? TRISH: That's Mr. Summers girlfriend, she comes by for dinner usually once a week on the weekends. You're gonna have to prepare yourself for that one. ME: What do you mean? Is she mean or something? TRISH: Well I'm not one to ever bad mouth anybody, but let's just say the last time I made dinner for the two of them I didn't set the table right, the food was too "hot", the wine tasted sour and neither of them touched dessert because Katie said they were "cutting down on calories". An entire freakin' key lime pie in the trash...Anyway don't sweat it, she's just a little high strung. I felt a little disheartened hearing that Jay, or Mr. Summers, had a girlfriend, but I should have known. A guy like that surely couldn't stay single for long. Next Trish led me upstairs and showed me the laundry room, which held the linens and the cleaning supplies. TRISH: I made a little schedule for myself that I'll tell you about. On Monday's I clean the bathrooms and buy groceries, Tuesday I sweep and mop the whole house, Wednesday I usually help Mr. Summers in the office, Thursday I work on the outside mostly cleaning the pool and hot tub as well as laundry and on Friday I change all the sheets in the house and dust. Let me show you to Mr. Summer's room and then I'll show you yours. We walked down the end of the hall into the master suite. While Trish described the room in detail I zoned out and look at the room in full. In the middle of the room was huge king-sized four poster bed with a white linen canopy on top. The furniture in the room was that beautiful distressed looking furniture I'd seen on HGTV adorned with gold fixtures. There was also a marble fire place in front of the bed. The bathroom was just as amazing. There was a beautiful swirled marble floor, golden walls and a bathtub that was big enough to hold at least ten people. The last thing Trish showed me was the room I'd be staying in. We walked in and it was a modest sized room with a queen bed and an adjoining bathroom with a bathtub shower combo. There was also a sliding glass door that led out to the wrap around porch. TRISH: Well I think I've shown you just about everything. Here let me write down you number in case you have any questions. I think you'll really like it here. ME: Thank you for your help, and have a nice summer. I sat on the bed and waited to hear the front door shut so that I knew that Trish was gone. EEEEK!! I screamed with excitement. I jumped onto the bed and flopped down on my back waiting for my head to stop spinning. Spending the summer in a house like this was surely going to be amazing. I walked around the house again and snapped a few pictures for Cristyn and Mom and messaged them to them. They both responded with messages showing that they were just as shocked as I was. I decided to call up Cristyn and share the excitement. ME: Girl you would not believe how nice this house is. CRISTYN: I'm still staring at all the pics you sent. So tell me about your new boss. Is he cute? Hehe. ME: Oh he's, he's ok. CRISTYN: I know that tone Rachel, you're already swooning. ME: Look it doesn't matter, he's got a girlfriend anyway. But he seems like a nice guy, all business for the most part, but I don't anticipate any issues. CRISTYN: Well keep me posted and keep sending pics. Still can't believe how much you lucked out on this haha. ME: I know it's crazy. I'll talk to you soon girl, bye! As soon as I hung up I unpacked my suitcase a little just so that I wouldn't have to rush around to do it later. I unzipped the back pocket and my vibrator fell out. "I completely forgot about this" I said out loud. I thought for a minute and decided to stick it in my nightstand, just in case the mood would strike. After that I headed down to the kitchen and checked out the grocery list. On the back of the list was a note from Jay. Rachel, In the drawer beside the refrigerator are the keys to my other car that you can use to take to the store and money for the groceries. I expect that these items will be returned to this drawer after each of your grocery trips. Thanks, Jay I walked outside to the carport and sure enough there was another land rover parked there next to the mercedes, only this one was silver. How many cars did this guy have? I felt a little nervous about driving on the beach, but I'd done it before so I got in and headed out. At first I hesitated a little when I went over the sand hills, but soon I got the hand of things and made it back to the beach entrance. I made it to the grocery store and after an hour or so I had picked out everything on the list, all from the organic soymilk to expensive red wine. I loaded up the car and noticed on my way home that there was a women's clothing store. I hesitated for a moment, worrying that Jay might notice that I was gone, but I took a chance, deciding that this might be one of my only opportunities to look around in some shops for a while. I parked and went into the store and noticed beautiful bathing suits hanging from all the racks. I immediately walked over to an emerald green one piece bathing suit embroidered with beautiful gold flower, but my dreams were quickly dashed. "I can't afford any of this" I said quietly. Just then a sales clerk walked over to me. CLERK: Not to insinuate anything, but I know the clothes in here can be way overpriced for most people. If you're interested there is a sales rack in the back of the store. Here follow me and I'll help you pick something out. I followed the clerk to the back and sat on a wicker seat as she pawed through the clothes rack. CLERK: How about this? She held up a pink string bikini with an orange and red rose pattern that embroidered the top and bottom seams. I kept thinking that I'd probably seen more fabric used to make a hand puppet. ME: Thanks, but, I'm not sure I could wear anything like that. I'm a little self conscious and I don't know that I'd want anyone seeing me in this. The sales clerk frowned a little. CLERK: Oh come on now, you may be a little shy but at least try it on before you change your mind. I can tell you've totally got the body for it. I looked at the sales clerk and noticed that, Sandy, as her nametag said, was a curvier girl herself. I trusted that she wouldn't steer me too wrong, so I grinned and nodded and headed into the dressing room. With some stretching and adjusting I got the top and bottoms on and looked at myself in the mirror. The bathing suit seemed way too sexy for my taste and I honestly felt like it showed my belly a little too much. But part of me was feeling a little impulsive and it was true that Corolla beach was rarely that crowded, especially the area right behind Jay's house. SANDY: So what do you think? ME: I'll take it! I walked out of the store happy with my purchase and jumped into the car to head home. I got back around five and started bringing the groceries inside. When I got inside I sat my new bathing suit on the kitchen island along with the car keys and extra money from the grocery store. I unloaded all of the grocery bags and put everything in its place and then started on dinner. ME: Let's see what would Jay like for dinner tonight? I was feeling pretty tired after travelling and going to the store so I decided on something simple. I took some fresh salmon filets and marinated in soy sauce and garlic, my personal favorite, put on some white rice and sautéed some spinach and asparagus. I looked down at my phone to check the time and sure enough, right at seven I heard Jay's car pull up. ME: Hello sir, how was your?... JAY: Not now please, I'm very tired. He walked over to the fridge to grab a beer, grabbing tensely at his forehead, and then looked in the drawer beside the refrigerator. JAY: Where are the keys and the change from the grocery store? ME: Excuse me..? He slammed the door shut and gave me a dark, cold look. JAY: I said where are the things that belong in this drawer? His hazel eyes lit up like fiery embers that would surely jump out and burn me, so I held my tongue and calmly responded. ME: I'm sorry sir, I was trying to get dinner ready and the groceries put away, so I set the keys and the money on the counter. He stormed over to the kitchen island and picked up the items, pawing through all the money to make sure it was there, and then threw them back in the drawer. JAY: Well next time you need to pay attention to what I tell you. And what is this? He picked up my bag from the clothing store. JAY: Did you run around and go shopping today? In my car? ME: I just stopped at one store along the way sir, I didn't think it... JAY: That's right you didn't think. Anymore screw ups like this and you can just take the bus back to wherever. I swallowed my tears and blinked my eyes hard trying to stay strong. I opened the oven to get out the salmon, set it down on the cooling rack and slammed the over door shut and turned it off. ME: Here's your dinner sir, the sides are on the stove and I've set the table for you outside. Before the tears could fall down my face I turned away and ran upstairs. I ran into my room, locked the door and laid face down on the pillow. I cried softly wondering if this was all a complete and utter mistake. "I'm so stupid and naïve" I thought to myself. I stood up and considered packing my bags when there was a quiet knock at the door. JAY: Rachel? I'm apologize for my behavior, I've just had a long and difficult day. I shouldn't have taken that out on you. Won't you join me for dinner and let me make this up to you? RACHEL: I...I'm not very hungry sir. I think I'll lie down for a bit. JAY: Oh come on, please? I'm really sorry and dinner smells delicious. It'd be a shame if I had to enjoy it by myself... I let out a sigh and did a quick wipe of my eyes on the bottom of my shirt. I opened the door and Jay was standing there. JAY: Come on, he said as he put his hand on my shoulder, let's eat. We sat outside and ate together, and as we sat you could see the sun set over the water and hear the waves coming into the shore. JAY: Beautiful isn't it? ME: Yes it is, very relaxing. JAY: I really am sorry about earlier. I got into an argument with my partner and we ended up losing a client that we've already started construction for. ME: I'm very sorry to hear that sir. JAY: Well life can't be always be that easy, and what's with this sir stuff? I asked you to call me Jay remember. I smiled behind my glass of wine. A sexy smile and a wine connoisseur, this guy was starting to seem better and better. "He's your boss Rachel remember? Knock it off!" My conscience was right. JAY: So how was shopping? I honestly don't mind if you do take the car out when you have time off by the way, I'd just prefer if you let me know your plans. ME: Oh it was fine, just looked at some clothes. JAY: Well what'd you buy? I saw your bag on the counter. "This guy does not let up," I said to myself. How was I going to tell my boss I'd just bought a ridiculously skimpy string bikini. I decided to lie. ME: I bought some hair ties so that I don't get too hot while I'm cleaning and a new shirt. He didn't suspect a thing. JAY: Hmm, nice. (Jay) I recognized the label on the bag Rachel had brought in. Kate loved to shop at Shell Shop for all kinds of bathing suits, panties and lingerie. The curiosity of what was in Rachel's bag was almost enough to kill me. As she sat across from me looking out at the sunset, I glanced over her body, her tan skin glistening as the sunlight cast over her, imagining her beautiful curves filling out a skimpy bathing suit. She turned back and I averted my gaze back to my dinner plate. ME: Well dinner was absolutely delicious Rachel. I'm happy to know I can expect a good meal when I come home at night. I have to admit some of Trish's dinners, well let's just say a super well done steak and a half baked potato are not at nearly as delicious as they sound. (Rachel) Rachel's Summer Job We laughed a little and I got up to clear the table. JAY: Well I'm going to go to the study and work on some paperwork. If you need anything I'll be in there. RACHEL: Yes sir, urh um Jay, have a good night. I did the dishes and put away all the leftovers and then headed up to my room. Let's think, tomorrow is Monday and Trish said on Monday's she usually buys groceries and cleans the bathrooms. Well I've already bought the groceries and the bathrooms shouldn't take me that long, so maybe I could check out the place more tomorrow. I changed into my nightgown and went to bed. The next morning I woke up at around 6:30 and felt surprisingly well rested. I opened my bedroom door and didn't hear any noise, so I figured Jay was still asleep. Thinking I'd be alone in the kitchen I decided to just slip a robe on over my nightgown and head downstairs. I got out some eggs and put them on to boil and located the bread so that I could make toast. I opened the refrigerator to find the butter and jelly when I heard someone behind me. I turned around and gasped. ME: Oh my God you scared me! JAY: Sorry, I've been told I'm a quiet walker. Just came down to make some coffee. ME: Oh well, what are you doing up so early? I pulled my robe closed a little tighter feeling embarrassed that I wasn't dressed. JAY: I guess I should have mentioned that I'm an early riser. No matter what time I go to sleep I always seem to wake up early. ME: Well I wish I had that problem, haha. (Jay) I sat at the kitchen island drinking my coffee and saw Rachel open the cabinet and try to reach the plates located high up. As she stood on her tip toes her robe slip open and soon her nightgown was exposed. A sexy cheetah print gown with black lace trim, very teasing to the eye. I suddenly felt my cock getting hard again and decided I should help her out before I had a noticeable problem on my hands. ME: Here let me help you. I guess I didn't realize how high up I put the plates. RACHEL: It's ok, guess I run a little on the short side. (Rachel) This was the closest I'd ever stood to him. His morning scruff was absolutely sexy and part of me wanted to reach out and touch it. JAY: Well, here are the plates. I realized I must have been awkwardly standing there staring while he was trying to hand me plates. ME: Oh thanks, I'll get breakfast ready now. I made Jay's plate and brought it to him in his office. JAY: Oh thanks this looks great. By the way I've been meaning to tell you. Feel free to use the hot tub or pool whenever you want. Just make sure you get your work done. ME: Thank you, that sounds great. JAY: I'm going to leave in about an hour and I should be home around the same time so I guess I'll see you tonight. ME: Ok have a good day. I headed to my room and put on some comfy clothes and then started working on cleaning the bathrooms. I started first on the powder room on the first floor and ended in the master bathroom. As I was wiping down the bathroom counters I noticed a bottle of cologne and decided to smell it. It smelled so good and just like Jay, like sandalwood and strong spice. "God what are you doing Rachel" I thought to myself. "Stop fantasizing about your boss, it's not going to happen". It's not like I hadn't had offers in the past, it's just that all the guys at school were so, immature. I mean you can only listen to stories about beer pong and keg stands for so long. On my last date the guy met me at the movies and he spend the whole time trying to cop a feel. I eventually just stood up and left. After I finished with the bathrooms I stepped outside onto the porch. 10 o clock and it was already hot and humid. I decided I might lie out by the pool for a while before I made plans for lunch and dinner. Jay said he would be coming over for lunch today with Katie around 1:00. I changed into my purple two-piece bathing suit with a bikini top and high waist bottom, grabbed a towel and headed down to the pool. I got everything settled on one of the pool chairs and popped in my headphones to listen to some music. I rubbed on some sunscreen and laid back in the chair. Around noon the sun was really beating down so I decided to take a dip in the pool. The water felt so nice on my hot skin and I floated on my back for a minute, letting my hair get wet. After a few minutes of relaxing in the pool I heard the loud clicking of heels on the pavement. The person swung open the heavy gate door to the pool and slammed it shut. KATIE: What in the hell do you think you are doing? I got out of the pool quickly and stood for a moment trying to analyze the situation. Standing in front of me was a twiggy blonde in a lacey white dress and tall black heels. I looked up at her as she attempted to wipe her wavy blonde hair from her eyes and noticed how much makeup she had on. I couldn't help but wonder if she had to oil up her face in the morning just to loosen up the mascara so that she could open and close her eyes, kind of like the tin man. This must be the lovely Katie. KATIE: Hello? I'm speaking to you! ME: Sorry I'm Rachel, the housekeeper; I finished cleaning for today and just thought... KATIE: Finished already at twelve in the afternoon? Looks more like you're just taking a nice long break while the boss is away. ME: Well actually I was just about to get up and get lunch ready, I apologize if I did something wrong. KATIE: Didn't Jay tell you, I'M making lunch for him today? I figured he'd want something a little better than any scraps you could throw together. Why don't you go change and...dust or something. You should probably be, you know, doing your job. I dried off and tried to ignore Katie's rude remarks. Who did this bitch think she was talking to? She walked her prissy self inside clicking her heels behind her and I took the side stairs up the deck on the second floor. I sat outside my room for a minute trying to warm up before I went inside. When I open the sliding glass door to my room downstairs I could hear Jay and Katie talking. I walked over to my door and open it just enough so that I could hear what they were saying. KATIE: You should have seen her Jay, she was playing around in the pool in some skimpy bathing suit, acting like she didn't even have a job to do, Where did you even find this girl? JAY: Relax Katie I told her she could use the pool whenever she finished her work and I can see that she has. I mean you can't expect me to have a housekeeper here cooped up without anything to do. KATIE: Well I think you should talk to her about her duties in this house. It's a good thing I'm here to make you lunch or might have had to starve. "Oh brother" I muttered under my breath. This chick is a real piece of work. By the look of her she probably never had to work hard for a damn thing in her life and she's trying to tell me how to do my job. I started daydreaming about a crossing breeze knocking her ass off of her heels, bouncing her onto the concrete and busting her fake tits like balloons. I heard someone coming up the stairs so I quickly and quietly shut my door and sat on the bed so I wouldn't raise any suspicion. JAY: Rachel can I come in? Jay walked in and I stood up, remembering I was still in my bathing suit. I felt his eyes glance over me and my face soon felt flush. I took a step forward and tripped over my towel, causing me to tumble down and lose the towel all together. RACHEL: I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to cause any trouble. I shouldn't be running around in a bathing suit like this. JAY: No no it's ok, you did nothing wrong. Jay helped me back up and sat on my bad. JAY: Katie's just a little high strung. Once you get two get to know each other I'm sure everything will be fine. Just ignore her for now. If you want you can join us for lunch, I think she's making, kale flatbread and watermelon salad. I tried as hard as I could to keep my tongue in my mouth. RACHEL: That's alright, maybe I have some later, I'm not very hungry right now. Jay left the room and I headed to the bathroom for a quick shower and a change of clothes. I can't believe I'm going to have to cook for the both of them this weekend, this is going to be a nightmare. (Jay) As soon as I left Rachel's room I headed to the bathroom and splashed my face with some cold water. Seeing her in her bathing suit like that made my heart practically jump out of my chest. On the surface I pretended to listen to her apologies and explanations, but inside I couldn't help but think about her glistening wet body and her bathing suit clinging to every part of her womanhood. Katie and I had tried swimming once, but the experience wasn't worth her complaining about her hair being messed up or the sun being too hot. I was starting to wonder if I was really craving that bathing suit or the woman that was filling it out oh so nicely. I headed back downstairs and sat at the table waiting for lunch. Katie brought over a tray of dry, overcooked flatbreads and a soggy looking salad that made my stomach curl. JAY: Man this heat has really taken my appetite away, I said as I took two mouse-sized bites of my flatbread. KATIE: I just hope it's not being you have something else on your mind besides food. Part II CRISTYN: And she said that to you, like actually to your face? What a bitch! ME: I know it was ridiculous, but hey, no job is perfect I guess. CRISTYN: Well I just hope this Jay guy is sticking up for you, sounds like the guy is completely whipped. ME: He is don't worry. Well I'd better get off here, I have a whole house to sweep and mop. Bye! I started on the bottom floor and dusted, vacuumed and mopped every inch of floor. By the time I was done it was around one, so I decided to head to the beach before Jay got home. I put on my red two-piece bikini and grabbed my sunglasses, towel and phone so that I could listen to some music. I also stopped by the fridge and grabbed a bottle of Perrier, which had I just recently discovered I liked. It felt weird pecking around in someone elses fridge, but Jay insisted I eat and drink anything I want. I got down to the beach and laid out my towel somewhat close to the water. Once I got myself situated I slipped on my sunglasses, put in my headphones and laid back to relax. Before I completely checked out, I set an alarm on my phone so that I would know when it was time to go back to prepare dinner. I felt the wind lightly tussling my hair and sat up, wondering how long I had been asleep. As soon as I was fully awake I started to feel the familiar sting of sunburn on my chest, arms and back. "Dammit I forgot sunscreen, how could I be so stupid?" I was about to head back to the house when I saw Jay's land rover cruising down the beach. I thought he might not have noticed me, but as he got closer he turned the car towards the shore, parked and got out. As he walked towards me in his tight white dress shirt and perfectly fitted pants, I couldn't help but feel a sense of deja vous. JAY: Hey there stranger! He walked towards me waving and smiling. Part of me wondered if he actually looked to see if he could find me out on the beach. RACHEL: Hi there, how was your day? JAY: Oh you know work. Really busy all day but I got a lot done today and I think I have a new family that wants me to start building for them next month. Oh wow you look a little sunburnt, did you put any sunscreen on? RACHEL: Well honestly I forgot, I guess I wasn't really thinking and... JAY: Wait here, I have some sunscreen in the car, I'll be right back. Before I could stop him Jay jogged back over to the car to grab the sunscreen. Was my boss really this concerned about me? JAY: Here you go, I keep this in the car for when I do property inspections. I squeezed some sunscreen into my hand and started to lotion my arms, legs and eventually my chest. I was a little embarrassed to be doing this in front of Jay, but when I glanced over at him he seemed to be admiring the ocean, at least for the time being. He turned back to look at me when he noticed I was finished. JAY: Do you want me to get your back? It's starting to look really red. RACHEL: Um sure, if you don't mind. This isn't..awkward is it? JAY: Oh no, cough, not at all. Just trying to help out. Jay sat down on my beach towel behind me, squeezed some lotion into his hands and started by rubbing my shoulders. RACHEL: Ooh, haha, that's cold! JAY: Sorry, does it feel any better now? Jay started works his hands down my back, massaging my shoulder blades with this thumbs slowly and almost sensually. It felt so good having his hands on me. I wanted to tell him to stop before I started audibly moaning, but it was no use, I was putty in his hands. His hands worked their way lower, right above the clasp that held my bathing suit top on, and for a second I almost thought he was trying to undo it. Before I could say anything the phone started to ring and he stopped rubbing my back. JAY: Hello? Yes honey I know. You need me right now? No I'm not busy I just... Ok calm down, I'll be there in 20. RACHEL: Is there something wrong? JAY: Oh no, that was Katie, she picked out some new curtains for bay windows in the front of the house, wants me to come over and take a look at them. Listen I'm probably gonna be gone for a while so I'll probably just grab dinner while I'm out. Why don't you just fix something for yourself tonight and we'll get back on schedule tomorrow. RACHEL: Sounds good, have a good evening. Jay got in the car and drove off towards the sunset, and I sat on my towel, slightly disappointed that we couldn't have continued that wonderful back rub. But I knew it was for the best, the last thing I would want to do is get between him and twiggy. I walked back to the house and decided to relax in the hot tub for a while. I made myself a sandwich and grabbed a drink and then headed up to the hot tub. I ate my dinner and then leaned back and let the hot tub jets finish up my back rub for a long time. I closed my eyes and imagined jay was still rubbing my back, going lower and lower until he reached my ass and started rubbing it with sunscreen, massaging it and running his fingers along my tan lines. After all that fantasizing I started to feel really horny and then I had an idea. I listened closely and took a quick glance around to make sure I couldn't see or hear anybody. Then I slipped off my bikini bottoms and turned myself so that I was facing the jet. I aimed the jet right at my clit and suddenly I felt like I was in a different world. I imagined Jay and I on the beach as he took his oily hands and led them down my bikini bottoms, teasing my clit and fingering my pussy, slowly at first and then harder as I started to moan. I moved my body up and down against the jet getting closer and closer to climaxing. When I was right on the edge I grabbed my tits and started groping them hard, moaning as I felt the hot water go in and out of my pussy with each orgasmic, pulsating second. When I was finished I sat for a minute, trying to get my heart rate down. It was then that I heard Jay's car pull in. "Shit!" I said under my breath as I scrambled out of the hot tub. I grabbed my bikini bottoms and ran in through the sliding glass door that led to my room. I prayed that the dark night hid me from Jay's sight. I quickly changed clothes, turned out the light and got into bed. I listened for a moment and heard him make his way up the stairs. For a moment I thought I heard Jay stop outside my door, but then the footsteps continued and I heard him go into his room and shut the door. "Phew, close call" I thought. "Almost too close". After I settled down I fell into a deep peaceful sleep, trying to convince myself not to pull anymore stunts like that. (Jay) When I pulled in I thought I saw Rachel in the hot tub so I walked upstairs thinking I might join her. I was about to knock on her door when I thought to myself "I can't do this, the incident at the beach was awkward enough, and besides, what if Katie ever found out?" "She'd have my balls that's for sure". I continued walking down the hall and closed my bedroom door. I took off my clothes leaving only my boxers and slid into my bed. The soft sheets reminded me of Rachel's soft warm skin. I turned out the lights and then reached into my nightstand to grab a bottle of coconut oil lotion. I slipped off my boxers and oiled up my hand with the lotion. I started slowly stroking my cock thinking about the back rub I gave Rachel earlier. If Katie hadn't called I don't know how much longer I could have controlled myself. Just touching her back, listening to her practically moan with ever stroke of my hand made my cock start to throb. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't help but drool over each and every inch of her body. Her thick thighs, tight round ass, wide hips. The more I thought about it, the faster my stroking got, I felt like my cock was going to explode with cum. A minute ago I was worried Rachel might hear me, but at this point there was no holding back. I imagined sliding my cock between her big thick tits over and over and then I came so hard that cum was pumping out of my cock. "God that felt so fucking good" I said as I tried to catch my breath. I went into the bathroom to clean up a little bit and for a minute I felt a hint of guilt knowing that I had just pleasured myself to thought of someone other than Katie, but the other part of me knew that there was nothing I could do to stop the feelings I was having. (Rachel) It was Wednesday and today was the day that Trish had told me she usually helps out in Jay's office. I got up to get breakfast ready and headed downstairs into the kitchen. Instead of seeing Jay making coffee like usual I instead saw a note on the counter. Rachel, Decided to go for a run before work this morning, going to grab breakfast at a local coffee shop. Please organize my filing cabinet and desk when you have a chance. Have a nice day and call if you need anything.