36 comments/ 75657 views/ 22 favorites My Boss Ch. 04-06 By: JackBro Warning: The following is a sexually explicit story intended for mature audiences. If you are offended by stories of such nature, do not read it. All characters are fictional and not intended to resemble any real people. Comments welcomed. Chapter 4: The Beach Party Two things worried me about the beach party. Jason was one. My girlfriend was the other. The beach party was a recent tradition. It started only three years ago when a few guys from work decided to get together in the late summer for a little volleyball and a lot of beer. It started small, but then got bigger every year. Now it grew into something resembling a second company picnic at the end of the summer with nearly half the company attending. I had never gone before, but Sandra wanted to. She heard about it through one of the wives. I guess they had exchanged numbers and kept in touch after the picnic. She mentioned it to me over dinner and asked if we could attend. She also asked if Jason would be there, asking it on two separate occasions as though wanting to make absolutely sure. She never again mentioned his name after the episode in the bedroom, and when she did in was in such a nonchalant, "oh by the way" type attitude I hardly noticed. "I don't know," I answered, even though I knew full well that he was going. Jason made it to every party. For weeks he talked about "kicking everyone's ass at volleyball," as he said it, but no way could I tell this to Sandra. I first wanted to know if she was willing to go if he wasn't. I should have known better. It wasn't just Jason, but all the guys I worked with. What she really wanted was to see them in swimming trunks and shirtless chests. In truth, my coworkers turned her on. And in truth, they turned me on in an indirect way too. All I could think about was the fantastic sex after the company picnic. It made me want her to meet every one of my coworkers so we could start it all over again. Jason asked about her too, although in a much more brutish, direct way. First he asked if she would be coming to the beach in a bikini. The next day he started questioning the size of her bikini. "I bet she really looks great in a two piece," He talked about her as he stood over my desk. "And I bet she's the type who's not shy about showing it off either." Like the answers to my girlfriend, I also refused to answer him. I didn't say we were going even though I knew full well that we were. "Afraid she's only got one-piece suits," I let him know about her swimsuits too. Given her petite frame and pronounced chest, no two-piece bikini would ever fit Sandra. I didn't think they made two-pieces in her size. "That's too bad," He expressed disappointment. "But I bet she still looks damn hot enough in a one-piece too." * * * * * I was wrong about the two-piece swimsuit being made in her size. I discovered my mistake as soon as we stepped out of the car at the beach. "Doesn't look like I'll be needing this," She slipped her sweatpants down her legs and then sweatshirt over her head. Beneath, she wore a set of tight fitting shorts and a white T-shirt. I didn't see it directly - not at first, anyway. First I only saw the outline through her T-shirt! "Sandra!" I voiced my shock as I noticed the outline of a bikini underneath. It was a black bikini, easy to see under the white t-shirt. And not only black, but it looked rather small too. I could make out a healthy line of cleavage through the thin fabric of the suit. "What's wrong?" She asked as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "What are you wearing? I asked in return. She looked down on herself. "This old thing?" She knew what I meant, I'm sure! I did not refer to the T-shirt and shorts, but to the apparent skimpy bikini underneath. Still, I couldn't be absolutely sure. I took the chairs in one hand and half the cooler in the other. Sandra helped carry the opposite end. We walked on down to the beach to join the others, most of whom had arrived earlier. "I think I see Jason," I heard my girlfriend speak of a group of men playing volleyball when we were sill a hundred meters away. It was interesting how she could pick him out of the crowd at such a distance. Jason noticed her too. He left in the middle of the game to come running towards us. The ball bounced aimlessly in the spot where he used to occupy. My girlfriend was apparently more interesting than the game. "Welcome Sandra," He ran up to take her end of the cooler. "So good to see you again, and you too John." He greeted me almost as an afterthought. "It's good to see you too!" Sandra answered with a radiant smile. I distinctly noticed the way she glanced down at his tight fitting swimming trunks as if to check out his size. Jason wore a set of spandex briefs that did a bare-minimum job at covering his substantial bulge. Sandra, I could tell, liked what appeared to be hidden on the opposite side. I also noticed the way he looked back at my girlfriend. His eyes focused on her own bulge: two bulges to be exact. He t-shirt seemed to be a little small. The budges of her boobs clearly showed beneath it. "A small girl like you shouldn't have to carry such a heavy load," Jason first took her end of the cooler and then he took over my end too. He hefted it above his head as if to show off his muscles. "I'll show you where to sit," He took the lead with Sandra following just beside. The two of them casually talked, asking how each was doing and saying what a beautiful day it was for a beach party. I kept in the rear and stayed mostly ignored. Jason picked out the spot, and Sandra laid down the beach blanket on the sand. Another towel lay just beside, which I assumed was Jason's. He wanted her close, and Sandra had no problem with keeping him close. "Like a swim?" He asked before either of us had a chance to sit down. "I've been working up a hell of a sweat on the court, and I could use a good dunk." I hadn't noticed it before, but I am certain Sandra did. His entire body glistened with sweat. It looked as though they had just oiled up his muscles for a wrestling match. "Sounds like fun!" Sandra accepted. "I'll join you in a minute." I distinctly noticed the way she used the word "I." Jason took off running into the water. She wanted to go too, and she didn't want me to follow. I got the hint and knew I wasn't invited. "Don't you want to put on some sun block first?" I attempted to prevent her from joining him. "No, silly," She rejected. "It'll just wash off in the water. Wait until after I get back." As she spoke, the T-shirt went up over her head. She had to stretch it in front to bring it around her heavy mounds. Underneath lay what I feared most. She revealed the sexiest bikini I had ever seen her wear. It looked even smaller than some of her teddies. "Sandra!" I spoke in shock. "What?" She questioned as if nothing was out of the ordinary. She usually wore conservative suits, but this was anything but conservative. The front splayed open to leave near half her boobs uncovered. Nothing but a thin piece of fabric joined the cups at the bottom. Down the middle lay her entire line of cleavage exposed, her big boobs touching, kissed up against each other. Never had her tits looked so big. The bikini seemed to actually amplify their already impressive size. "Oh this?" She looked down at herself in mock surprise. "It's just a little something I picked out the other day." It certainly was little. It looked more like a sexy little teddy than a functional swimsuit. I couldn't believe her willing to wear such a risqué outfit in public, but my surprise wasn't over just yet. Next, she pulled down her shorts to show a matching black panty. Also small, but not nearly so revealing as her top. I didn't think much of it at first. "I'll be back in a couple minutes." Not until, that is, she turned around and showed me her behind. The strap of the panty came round and ended with a narrow strip of cloth in the middle. Not a g-string, but close. It was narrow enough to leave most of her ass exposed. Both her buns lay nude. * * * * * The two of them played for a long time in the water, first swimming around and later throwing a beach ball back and forth. They acted like two young kids playing in the waves, jumping up and down; laughing when they fell. Most of the time, I couldn't help but notice, they stayed reasonably close to shore. They kept where the water remained shallow, like waist-deep for Jason and no more than chest-deep for Sandra. Seldom did they venture out farther, which I'm sure was on purpose. Jason probably made sure to keep her chest above the waterline so he could enjoy the view, so her bouncing tits remained exposed to no more than the occasional breaking wave. I also noticed how he occasionally tossed the ball closer to shore, which I suppose gave him a good look at her ass too. He got an especially good look when she bent down to pick it up. And then there were the times when he "accidentally" threw it above her head and just out of reach. I'm sure this was also done on purpose so he could get a good look at her bouncing tits. Jason could see so much of her. The rest of the guys were looking too. The volleyball game ceased. Too many men paid too much attention to the water. "What a rack!" I overheard one of them say. "Nice ass too!" Agreed a second. They watched until their girlfriends or wives caught them watching. Then they got a slap on the shoulder or an evil stare of "the eye." Eventually, the volleyball game started up again. Meanwhile, I sat down in the lounge chair and kept watching the entire time. My emotions were confused. I felt both angry and horny at the same time. I was angry at Jason, yet at the same time thought about how horny it would make my girlfriend later on. No doubt it would be a sleepless night. Only once did they venture out to deeper water. I watched as the two of them walked side-by-side until only her head stood above the splashing waves. Then they went out deeper, but with Jason helping her along the way. His taller frame allowed him to go deeper. He stepped up behind her and held her close, lifting her up, almost carrying her into deeper water. His hands went around to her front. I couldn't see precisely where his hands went when they walked away from me, but then thought about what he said at the softball game. I couldn't help but think he might be reaching all the way around, around to her chest, perhaps even holding a boob in each hand. Sandra would love to have him hold her tits. I thought about his fingers sunk deep into her cleavage. They walked down over a low point in the water and then back up onto a sandbar where two intrepid youngsters already played. As they rose, I got an even bigger shock. Sandra's back came into view, and then the bare skin of her back rose above the waves. She rose to the point where the water must have come to the mid-point of her chest in front, yet I still could not see a strap in back. I couldn't see any strap at all. I sat in shock. It looked like Sandra no longer wore a top. I couldn't be sure because only her back lay exposed and she stood a long distance out into the water, but I was pretty sure. I should have seen the rear strap of her bikini by now! I should have especially seen it in the troughs of the waves, but Sandra appeared to be topless on the other side! As I stood frozen with shock, I imagined what Jason was able to see on the other side: Her bare tits, exposed to his gaze, the water only coming part-way up her chest, making them float, giving them support. It would be like seeing her in a strapless bra, or perhaps wearing even less. The water level looked low enough to expose her nipples. He should be able to see her boobs floating up and down on the waves like round floaties. I distinctly noticed him walk around to her front so he could take a look. The two youngsters already on the sandbar looked too. They appeared to be no older than teenagers, perhaps younger. Naturally, both of them were boys. They stopped playing with their beach ball to look at her. One pointed. The other just looked. What was Sandra thinking? To expose herself to such young boys? Jason and Sandra played for a short while on the sandbar and then walked out to even deeper water. Jason once again helped her, but pretty soon they turned around to come back in again. By the time they submerged through the trough and then rose up near shore, Sandra's top suddenly appeared. I don't know when she put it back on. Hell, perhaps she never took it off! I couldn't be sure. Did my imagination play tricks on me? Had my dick gone to my head? In the back of my mind, I concluded that I only wanted Sandra to show off her tits. * * * * * "What an ass!" Jason watched her along with every other male at the picnic. She was impossible to miss. Sandra looked to be the sexiest girl on the beach. She certainly wore the least amount of clothing, or at least displayed the most for everyone to see. All the men looked, but only Jason behaved rude enough to let me know what he thought about her. He stepped up and put his arm on my shoulder. He turned me around to show what I tried to avoid. A few of my coworkers heard his comment and started to laugh along with him. All knew whom he spoke about. "What an ass!" He let me know again. This time we both looked. Sandra played volleyball in her bikini. I was surprised she hadn't slipped on a t-shirt or at least wore shorts to help cover her nearly naked ass. Instead, she kept on the bikini the whole time and played volleyball like she was one of the guys. "I knew she had a nice set of tits from the picnic," Jason added. "But I never realized what a great ass she had too!" She looked so much in contrast to the rest of the team. Most wore t-shirts. A few chose to play in their swimming trunks. But Sandra, in the center of it all, was the only female and wore the only bikini on the team. Men clamored for the best position; some behind and others directly in front. No one seemed to pay much attention to the game. I don't think they even kept score. All their interest lay in the tits and ass of my girlfriend. For the moment, Sandra faced away from us. She stood in the center position, first row, looking to the opposite side of the court. We couldn't see her boobs, but the opposing team certainly could. She stood with her hands on her knees waiting for the coming serve. The stance caused her near bare ass to thrust out and press high up into the air behind her. The thong was almost invisible from afar, making her look wildly erotic, like a woman who lost the bottom half of her bikini. "It's going to be so much fun to fuck her from behind," Jason switched to a quieter tone to speak his crudest remarks. "We'll naturally start with her on the bottom, but then I'll be sure to give her an orgasm from behind." I cringed at his words, yet at the same time they excited me. I already had a hard-on from watching them in the water. It stayed hard almost continuously all through lunch, and then seemed to stiffen even more at what he said. All I could think about was Jason fucking her from behind. I easily pictured them: Sandra bent over just like at the volleyball game, and Jason ramming her with his oversized cock from behind. She would go absolutely crazy with a big cock inside. I heard how much women like to be fucked by big cocks. Most of what I heard came from Jason. She would moan out with one orgasm after another. All the other players on the volleyball court probably felt the same way. I figured most had erections, especially the guys on the opposite side of the net. For as Sandra bent down away from us, she gave an ideal view to the opposing team. It looked like she was trying to show off her tits in an attempt to distract the men from hitting the ball. "Don't get me wrong, I like her tits too," Jason reminded me that he still stood along side. He made the comment just as Sandra twisted around and gave us a side profile of her thrusting chest. "She's really got a rack!" He waved to her as he talked. "I'm going to love feeling up her tits too, just like she let me do on our little swim, but I'm going to enjoy fucking her best of all." I had no idea if he had really felt up her tits in the water or not. He easily could have. It would have been easy for him to reach under the water and grab her tits. They walked too far out for me to see. "Good hit!" Her teammates encouraged her when finally had a successful shot. The encouraged her with every hit. One of them gave her a slap across her left ass cheek in congratulations, and then another guy quickly took a turn with her right. The slaps looked hard enough to sting, but Sandra didn't seem to mind. If anything, she seemed to take delight in all the attention. More slaps followed as the game went on, some even harder than the first two. The guys on the opposite team set her up with simple shots. Sometimes it worked, other times it didn't. Whenever it worked, her ass got another slap. Chapter 5: The Topless Beach "Rough game!" She glanced down and around to take a look at herself. She caressed her own butt cheek. It looked red. My coworkers wanted her to stay. Sandra insisted on taking a break. She walked up to me, and more important walked up to Jason. He continued to stand beside and make the occasional crude comment about my girlfriend while she played. I got the distinct impression that Sandra no longer cared much about me, only to Jason standing along side. "Yes, they can be a little rough," Jason grabbed her around the shoulder and held her in close. "But I can be a lot rougher." "Oh!" She answered with a squeal. "Really?" The two of them looked at each other. I wondered what Jason meant. I wondered what Sandra thought he meant. "I just hope you still had fun," He changed the subject. "It was fun!" She didn't seem to mind. His large arm grabbed around her frail little body. He squeezed her shoulders, and in turn pressed her arms against her chest. Her tits, already big, smacked up against each other to appear even bigger. "You look like you need to cool off again with another swim," He took a long look down at her. "That sounds like fun!" Sandra predictably agreed. "And I could use another titty feel," He whispered in Sandra's ear just loud enough for me to hear. She blushed, and I pretended not to hear. The sight of her blush made me suspect that he really had felt up her tits earlier. "That is," He then added. "Provided John doesn't object." I objected. In fact, I objected a lot. I didn't want Sandra around Jason any longer than absolutely necessary, but what could I do about it? Sandra was her own woman. She could do whatever she wanted. "In fact, if you don't object, I'd really like to take Sandra on a little walk up the beach," He pointed to the south. "Over there, beyond those trees at that rock outcropping, there's a special little private beach on the other side." I looked where he pointed. A large fence blocked it off. "No Trespassing" signs stood guard. They marked the end of the public beach and the beginning of private land owned by Millionaires. The entire coastline was supposed to be public property, but the rich always seemed to get their way. Money spoke, I suppose, and so did million dollar donations. "It looks like you're not supposed to go over there," I objected. "Nonsense," Neither the signs or fence seemed to bother him. "We'll just swim out a little ways to get around the fence." "But it looks to be a private beach," I continued to object. "They might not appreciate you walking down their beach." "Yes, it is a private beach," Jason confirmed. "But they won't mind. They won't mind at all, especially once they see Sandra walking along with me." My Boss Ch. 04-06 He turned to Sandra. So did I. Some form of unspoken communication seemed to be exchanged between them. She smiled in response and appeared to accept the invitation. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to take good care of her. I'll protect her against attack from all those horny college boys," He released his squeeze and took her by the hand. Sandra appeared willing to go. She even appeared anxious. "And it'll be a unique experience for Sandra," He whispered to me just before turning to leave. "I bet she's never walked down a topless beach before." She blushed again. I couldn't believe it! I figured he was teasing me again. Or was he? Was there really a topless beach on the other side? And if there was, would Sandra join in? I couldn't be certain. I didn't know what to say. I think the entire statement was a rouse just to get a rise out of me, and it worked! * * * * * She followed him anyway. They walked side-by-side down along the edge of the water, and then he helped her swim around the fence. He proved to be a strong swimmer and easily carried her along with water over both their heads. I imagined him feeling up her tits as he held her. I imagined him with a breast in each hand. The worry started as soon as they disappeared around the corner. Was it really a topless beach? And if it was, would Sandra really take off her top? I knew she wouldn't, but there was no way to know for certain. Most likely they waited just beyond the rocks to catch me falling for their joke. I could have swum out to check. I might even have been able to find a break in the fence to look, but then they would see me. They would catch me falling for their little joke. I decided to wait, but at the same time couldn't get the thought out of my mind. Could Sandra be topless right now? Could she be walking down the beach exposed? If she was, then Jason was getting a hell of a show. I couldn't help but remain hard the entire time they were gone. It took about an hour. I didn't notice them again until they were almost upon me. Jason gave her another squeeze, and then went back to the volleyball court to try and start up another game. Immediately upon her return I just had to ask her. "Oh yea, of course I did!" She answered in a tone of mock amusement and an obvious joke. "We walked about a mile up the beach, and I had my top off the whole time!" She shook her head and smiled at me. "Come in John! Can you picture me walking down a topless beach?" She laughed. I tried to laugh along with her, but instead thought mostly about the answer to her question. Indeed I could picture her walking down a topless beach. I could picture it very well. * * * * * Jason heightened my anxiety the next week at work. "Damn your wife's really got some tits!" He told me first thing Monday morning when he stepped into my office. "Not just big, but so nice and firm too!" I immediately grew suspicious. He was right. She did have firm tits, especially for their size! Sandra was still a young woman. But how could he know? Unless, of course, he happened to see her without a bra! I wondered if he might have seen her firm tits without a bra to support their heavy mass. "They even feel heavy," He licked his lips. "And I wouldn't mind puckering up to those big nipples too." He was right about her nipples too, but then any woman with a big set of tits would naturally have big pair of nipples to go along with them. Still, it made me wonder. The thought of Jason's lips formed around her nipples gave me a rush. "She was a bit shy about taking off her top at first," He sat down in the chair in front of my desk to casually describe the scene. "But it didn't take much to talk her into it. The other women were what did it. They must have given her confidence. Maybe she felt out of place. She was the only woman out on the beach with a top, but that didn't last long." I remained silent. The look in Jason's eyes told me that he enjoyed the show. He enjoyed seeing my girlfriend's naked chest. Or at least he enjoyed teasing me about it. He was lying, I assumed, but his words were difficult to ignore. What if he was telling the truth? What if Sandra had really taken off her top? The thought made the cock in my pants start to stir. "I held it for her," He bent forward over my desk as though to emphasize a point. "She handed over her bikini top, you know. I carried it for her in my pocket!" He probably could have carried it in his pocket. I recalled the size of her top and figured it plenty small enough to fit into a man's pants pocket. He could have easily folded it up and stuffed half her clothing into his pocket. "And then she let me hold them too!" He smiled. "I just reached down and took hold, and she didn't do anything to stop me." I imagined him doing it. I pictured his arm around her neck, and then pictured his hand reaching down to her tit. He could have done it. He stood over a foot above her. He could have reached around like a basketball player and reached down to grab hold of her tit. "It was a real handfull!" He shook his head and let out a shiver against my continued silence. "Damn! She could be a model, you know, especially given how firm her rack is. I can name a half-dozen men's magazines who would pay good money to publish her topless." "Yes, she's beautiful," I finally acknowledged his presence. I responded to his words as I went back to do my work. "She's hot as hell!" He sat back in the chair and agreed. "She's got a set of melons that won't stop, and she's not shy about showing them off either! It's the perfect combination for a model!" "Maybe," I briefly looked up, pretending to sound disinterested. I hoped the look in my eyes would drive him away. In truth, I felt anything but disinterest. An image formed in my mind. I pictured Sandra walking down the beach. Her arms hung by her side, the top of her bikini neatly packed in Jason's pocket. She walked topless, bare, with her big tits full on display. I pictured Jason turning to look at her at every chance he got, and then pictured the incredibly hot sight he witnessed. "I'm serious," He changed his tone. It sounded like he really might be serious. "A friend of mine owns a photo studio. I talked to Sandra about it on the beach. Suggested she come over, maybe we could take some test shots. They wouldn't have to be topless like on the beach. A bikini would do. A teddy would be even better. A girl like her could really make some good money if she wanted." He smiled. Further images formed in my mind. This time it was of Sandra in a photo studio. I imagined her on display. I thought about her posing in her bikini. Even more pleasant, I pictured her on a bed posing with some of the sexy little teddies I gave her over the years. Then I thought about all the erotic poses Jason would ask her to do. "Just an idea," He straightened back up and got ready to leave. "She could make some good money, you know. It would be a nice second income for the two of you. Best of all, after what I saw on the beach, I think she would enjoy it!" My heart was racing by the time he left. My cock felt like it was about to explode. This was surprising giving the workout Sandra gave it that evening and then again when she awoke me in the middle of the night. She behaved horny as hell after we got back from the beach. Her big tits and hungry pussy kept me up half the night. * * * * * Several more times over the next two weeks Jason reminisced about the topless beach. He talked about the size of her tits, her willingness to expose them, even the way the bikini bottom rode up her ass. Several times he mentioned taking her pictures again. His idea was to start a web site, post a couple of tease pictures on the front page to hook the men, and then more provocative pictures inside to reel them in. The more provocative pictures would require payment, naturally, and maybe she might even be interested in posing for a couple of "big money" pictures in the "hard core" section. He acted serious about the idea. His strategy even made a lot of business sense. At one point he also happened to mention the meeting of other men on the beach. Specifically, he mentioned the meeting of five horny college men. "You mean she didn't tell you?" He questioned the surprised look in my eyes. "That was the best part. I'm surprised she didn't tell!" Sandra hadn't mentioned anything about meeting other men while walking down the topless beach. In fact, she hadn't mentioned the beach at all. She especially didn't talk about being topless in front of Jason. "She was shy at first," He whispered to me as we walked side-by-side down the length of the loading dock early one morning before most of the other guys were in. "She naturally wanted to turn around and go back when we first saw them. She even asked for her top, but I wouldn't give it to her. I made her keep walking along side and kept it in my pocket! I held her hand to keep her from covering herself." I thought of Sandra walking next to Jason down the beach as I walked along his side down the loading dock. Up until now, I hadn't thought of other men seeing her. But of course, there had to be other men. If it really was a topless beach, then there had to be lots of other men who saw her too. He had already mentioned women. Why wouldn't there be men too? Most likely there were many young men. A topless beach would draw a lot of horny young men. A few more probably looked down from the million dollar homes from above. Perhaps even some looked down with binoculars or maybe even a high power telephoto lens with a shutter clicking. "You should have seen how she kept her cool," Jason complimented her performance. "She gave them a hell of a show. Five horny young college guys, and your wife talking to them with her tits full on display. I thought their eyeballs were going to fall right out of their sockets, and she just casually talked to them like it was no big deal. Never even tried to raise her hands to cover herself or anything! They even invited us back for a frat party in a couple weeks." I had a difficult time imagining Sandra talking to a group of young men without covering herself. Not to Jason and certainly not to 5 college men! No way would she be brazen enough to walk up without slyly crossing her arms across her chest, yet I was beginning to have second thoughts. But his mention of 5 college men made me suspicious. Sandra still hadn't given me a straight answer about the beach. Instead, she teased, telling me how erotic it was to walk topless down the beach. At one point she even mentioned college men. She mentioned five college men to be exact. I first figured it a coincidence, but more and more started to wonder if Jason's story had an element of truth. It could be just a coincidence, or maybe it was true? Chapter 6: The Photo Studio "You remember the studio?" Jason walked and announced into my little office. It took a mere two steps for him to be upon me. With filing cabinets stacked up against one wall and a desk squeezed into the far corner, the leftover space served as my office. But then at least I had four walls. I was the only dockworker besides Jason who even had a real office. The rest of them used lockers. "Studio?" I glanced up from my cluttered desk. The first thought that crossed my mind was of the job. Perhaps we had some studio equipment to unload? Maybe someone wanted a camera? The beach party was over a month before. His mention of my girlfriend's tits diminished in frequency. So did the scene at the beach and thoughts of my little Sandra walking along the water without any covering above her waist. "You're wife!" He incorrectly referenced my girlfriend. "You know, the pictures! The sexy pictures for the web site and to make you some extra income." I shook my head as soon as I remembered. "Stop it," I tried to get him to leave. "I have work to do! I don't have time for this!" "I talked to my friend who owns the photo studio," He predictably ignored what I had to say. "He's got an opening. Thursday night. His wife is out of town, and it's the perfect opportunity. If Sandra's still willing to model, he's willing to take some professional photos." "I don't think she's interested!" I waved him away and turned my eyes back to the computer screen. His surprise mention of my girlfriend sent my heart racing. Thoughts of my little Sandra modeling in a professional photo studio entered my mind. "I wouldn't be so sure of her interest," He continued unabated. "I was thinking we could start with the bikini she wore to the beach. And then maybe some other sexy bikinis if she's got them, or maybe a bra and panty. Maybe I could even ask her to bring along some sexy teddies or a low cut blouse if she prefers." "I don't think she's interested," I repeated my words, this time looking up at him and speaking with a little more force. I really did have a lot of work to do. It was getting near the end of the fiscal year. Fall was always the busiest time of the year. "And maybe we'll finish up with some topless or even some nude shots to use for the money pictures," He ignored me. "I told my friend all about your wife and about the way she behaved on the topless beach. I told him she was an amateur and never posed topless before, but he's willing to work with her." "She's not my wife," I corrected him. "We live together and she's my girlfriend." "Wife! Girlfriend! Whatever!" He didn't care. "Thursday night. I'll give her a call and see if she's still interested. I'm sure personnel can give me her number at work." "She still won't be interested!" I refused to give him the satisfaction that he might be getting to me - even if he was. "Let's see what she says," He turned and walked out before I had a chance to argue against him any further. * * * * * I refused to mention anything about it to Sandra. I never considered asking if Jason had called, and I certainly wasn't about to ask my girlfriend about her interest in doing some topless modeling. I didn't say anything at all until she brought it up indirectly over the breakfast table in the morning. "Hope you don't mind me going out with one of the girls after work," She mentioned casually over her usual fair of oatmeal and a grapefruit. "Judy and I were talking at work, and she asked if I might be interested in going out for a few drinks after work." "What's the occasion?" I froze and held my spoon full of Corn Flakes in mid-air. I recalled Jason's offer and grew suspicious. I also recalled Sandra's reluctance about going out on a weeknight. She only went out if it was some sort of special occasion. It could be a co-worker's birthday, or one time I recalled a promotion of her friend. She didn't like going out on weeknights because it tired her out the next day. "No special occasion," She shrugged her shoulders and seemed to go out of her way to sound disinterested. "We've just talked about going out for quite awhile, and we figured tonight was just as good as any other night." "When did you decide this?" I couldn't let it go and just had to ask. "The other morning at work," She shrugged her shoulders again. "I don't know, like maybe Tuesday. I probably should have mentioned it then, but I forgot." I recalled my conversation with Jason. It also took place Tuesday morning. He said he was going to call Sandra at work. It couldn't be sheer coincidence! "I just figured it would be fun to go out on a weekday for a change," She made up an excuse. "You know, when the places aren't so crowded and maybe we can get some decent service." I wanted to ask her more questions. I wanted to give her the third degree and pull out all the details. I wanted to, but held out. Instead, I just sat there and half-listened to her say something about expecting to be out late and leaving me dinner in the refrigerator. * * * * * I grew relieved with Jason's silence. If Sandra really did agree to model for him, then there was no way he would be able to keep quiet about it. He would have to say something. He would have to tease me, taunt me, maybe even brag about it. He would have to mention something about it, anything, but not since the request on Tuesday did he say anything at all. The only hint he gave was on Thursday, near the end of the day, just before he was ready to leave. He informed me of his intention to leave early for a change. "Got a special date," He winked at me just before he stepped out. "Agreed to pick her up at her place and drive her to the studio." His words put me into an immediate state of panic. My heart raced. My hands shook. Just one little word, the word "studio." My body released a sudden flood of adrenaline. I was heavy into a complex spreadsheet when he told me. He quick popped his head into my office, told me about leaving early, and then just as quickly popped out again. I hardly heard what he said, and then wondered if I heard correctly. "Maybe he meant kitchen?" I talked out loud to myself. Or perhaps I totally misunderstood his meaning. "Studio" could also mean a Studio apartment. Whatever he really did say or whatever I heard, the end result was just the same. I came home to an empty house. Sandra nicely left me a note with instructions on the time and temperature to set the oven to properly cook up the leftover pot roast from the night before. I read it, but wasn't interested in the roast. First, I had something more important to check out. I quickly went into the bedroom and into her side of the dresser. The black bikini had to be somewhere in the dresser. At the very least, it had to be in the closet, or perhaps in the closet of the second bedroom, or maybe in with the towels or under the sink. I searched all over, but couldn't find it. I found two of her one-piece swimsuits, but not the little black one. I also noticed half way through my search the missing teddies. I must have given her a half dozen of them over the years. All were small. All looked sexy. It was easy for a pretty girl with a big pair of boobs to look sexy in a teddy. She didn't wear them often, but they still had to be packed somewhere around the house. As I searched through her things a second time I started to recall what each outfit looked like. The black bikini wasn't the smallest item of clothing she owned. Most of the teddies left even more exposed. Mostly they left her exposed on top. One of them also left her uncovered below. The outfits were naughty, nasty little things. I dreaded the thought of Jason seeing her in them. Not Sandra! I couldn't believe Sandra would let anyone see her in such a thing. She liked getting Teddies as presents for special occasions, like for Valentine's Day or once when I gave her a little elf costume for Christmas, but no way would she wear them for a near stranger! She seldom wore them even for me, so she certainly wouldn't wear them for Jason and especially not for a photographer - if the photographer even existed. The part about the photographer was probably fiction, but I wasn't so sure about Jason. He was the type of guy who would try to get away with as much as possible. I imagined him teasing her ever so gently, each time asking her to pose in a slightly more provocative pose. He would start her out standing just like she was on the beach. Later he would ask her to lie down and maybe take some provocative poses of her on a bed or maybe sitting with fluffy pillows all around. Eventually, he would get around to putting her on all fours, bent over like a dog, her big boobs swinging down from her chest like two mighty melons. It didn't take long before I started to imagine Sandra posing in front of the camera with even less than a bikini or a little teddy. If she removed her top on the beach, then she might be willing to remove it in front of a camera too. It wouldn't take Jason long to get her topless, and then I wondered about all the provocative poses he would make her do all over again. Standing, laying, and especially on all fours. I could easily picture Jason asking her to bend over, like she did on the volleyball court, except without a top to get in the way. I imagined the wide-eyed look of the two men when they witnessed her oversized tits plunge straight down off her chest. My Boss Ch. 04-06 All these thoughts kept going through my mind as I looked throughout the house for her black bikini or even one of her teddies, but I never did find a single one of them. The teddies I could understand. She didn't wear them often. She might have hid them back away in a box or maybe an old suitcase. She certainly wouldn't leave them out in one of her dresser drawers where some curious young kid or nosy friend might poke around to see. But the black bikini was another matter. It should have been with her other swimsuits, but it was not. It should have been with the rest of her dainty underwear things, but it wasn't there either. I had no doubt she had it with her. * * * * * What made me even more curious was when she returned home later that night - much later. I tried to stay up and wait for her. First I watched the late-night news. And then I watched the late-night comedians. I stayed up as late as I could, but eventually dozed off in the recliner. "What could be taking her so long?" I remembered asking as I hit the mute button during the commercial and lay my head back to temporarily close my eyes. "How many pictures could he take?" She was gone when I got home. She was still gone when the news ended. From five to eleven-thirty; no, it had to be even later than that. I don't know how late, but it added up to over 7 hours. Maybe an hour to drive to the studio, maybe another hour back; that still meant 5 hours of picture taking. How many pictures could he take in 5 hours? Hundreds, certainly; perhaps thousands. The next thing I remember was the honk of a horn waking me from a deep slumber. A few seconds later I heard the squeal of a high-revving engine drive away. I woke, but not fully. I turned my head towards the front door and tried to pull myself out of dream world. First I recalled Sandra, and a moment later remembered her night on the town with Lucy. It sounded like the two of them had a good time. They must have really lit up the town. Perhaps they even had a few too many to drink. Honking horns late at night, revving engines to wake up the neighbors; it was just like Lucy to revert back to her silly teenage days after a few more drinks than she could handle. Keys jangled outside the door. The lock unlatched. A moment later someone walked through. Only the light from the muted television lit the room. I looked but didn't bother to get up. I looked and couldn't believe what I saw. It was hard to see. I'm not exactly sure what I saw anymore. The television made the lights danced. The fact I was only half-awake added to my confusion. "What the hell?" I thought to myself when at the initial sight of her. I should have said it out loud. I should have sat bolt upright. It would have answered my question, but instead I continued to just sit there, lying in the chair. She walked in carefully, cautiously, stepping across the threshold and then slowly closing the door behind her so it wouldn't slam. She never noticed me sitting there. I don't think she noticed the television either. Sandra simply walked in and then tiptoed down the hallway and into the bedroom. I quickly woke fully. "What the hell happened to her top?" I asked myself. She walked in through the front door wearing absolutely nothing above the waist. Sandra walked in topless and with her big tits on full display. Or did she? A second later I felt doubt. It was dark. The television screen gave an eerie glow and made the lights dance. And I was, after all, only half awake. Not anymore, but certainly half-asleep when she walked in. Did I dream it or did she really walk in without a top? What happened to her top? Did Jason keep it? Did he hide it in his pocket the same way he claimed to hide her bikini top? And if she didn't wear a top to the front door, then she must not have worn one in the car either. I imagined her sitting topless in the passenger seat of Jason's little car. I wondered if he turned on the overhead light to see. It was a wonder he got her home without getting into an accident. "John!" She came back out to get me a minute later. "What are you doing out here?" Her voice sounded nervous. I think she worried that I had seen her. Maybe she worried about me seeing her walk in. Maybe she tried to quick think up an excuse as to why she walked in without a top. Maybe, or maybe it was nothing at all. It could have just been my imagination. Whatever the case, I pretended to be asleep. The light came on. She now wore a t-shirt. "Silly John!" I heard what sounded like a breath of relief. "What are you doing out here? You didn't have to stay up to welcome me home!" I continued to act sleepy, groggy, as if she had just woken me. She turned off the television and helped me back to bed. * * * * * I still wasn't sure what I had seen when I eventually fell asleep again, and Jason did an excellent job at increasing my anxiety the next day at work. I never even had a chance to sit down at my desk. I was tired and groggy, not at all myself after a restless night's sleep. "Hope I didn't wake you with that horn," He gave me a sneaky little smile. "I just wanted to give your wife a little tease." "Not at all," I answered automatically. My brain was still asleep. I stayed awake for a long time after she squeezed into the bed next to me. "It was just that she was so worried about someone seeing her," He stepped up to my desk and laughed. "I mean she acted like all your neighbors purposely stayed up all night to spy out the window for a chance to see her tits." How could he know about the horn? How could he have gotten the time just right? And what did he mean by the neighbors seeing her tits? Sandra never said anything the next morning. She wasn't in the mood to talk. Neither was I. The only person she mentioned at the kitchen table was Judy, how great it was to see her again, how fun it was to go out on a weekday for a change. She never once mentioned Jason's name. Not that I expected her to. I didn't want to ask too many questions out of fear of what I might find out. "What are you talking about?" I brought my attention back to the office and to my boss. "Your wife!" He answered with no doubt. "Excuse me, your girlfriend," He corrected himself for a change. "She was incredible! It must be great having a girlfriend who's such an exhibitionist." I dropped down heavy in my chair with my mind whirled in confusion. "I mean I expected her to pose in her bikini or maybe a couple of bras," He shut the door behind him to keep our meeting private. "I never dreamed she would bring along all those sexy little teddies too!" My eyes probably looked as if they were about to pop out of my head. I remembered my search for the missing teddies. I remembered the small stack of bras and panties. Did she actually taken them with her? Did Sandra pose for him in her lingerie? "Of course we did the bikini too," He told me. "We started with the black bikini she wore to the beach, and then she showed me this little white thing that looked even hotter." I looked back at him in surprise. "She must not have told you about the white one," He correctly guessed what I was thinking. "That's right, she mentioned something about having just purchased it! Anyway, it sure was a little thing. I'm sure you'll eventually get to see it!" He laughed before going on, as though he found it funny that he got to see my girlfriend in a new bikini before me. "And then we did a couple of shots with her in those bras, and then finally got around to the teddies." I couldn't believe it! No way would Sandra wear her sexy little teddies in front of Jason! Not the teddies I purchased for her! Not all those sexy little teddies intended just for me! "They were all great," He complimented my tastes. "I must say, John, you have an excellent taste in ladies lingerie, and Sandra sure does fill them out." I knew precisely what he meant. He was talking about the way her boobs stretched the tops. I got them in the largest cup size available, but most teddies simply were not designed for someone with boobs as big as Sandra's. On some of them, the elastic cloth and dainty frills hardly covered her nipples. Two of the tops were partially transparent in the right light. "I especially liked the little maid's uniform," Jason let out a breath as he complimented one particular teddy. "They all did an excellent job and showing her off, but the little maid's outfit did the best job of all." He gave me a little wink as he said it, and I tried to picture the teddy he was talking about. It had been a long time since I saw her in any of the teddies. She seldom wore them for me, only on those rare special occasions. It usually took only a few days after I gave them to her as presents for the things to disappear into the bottom of the dresser. But then I recalled the maid's uniform, and then recalled what it looked like. I couldn't be positive, but I was pretty sure the maid's uniform was the one with the open crotch! I couldn't believe Sandra would wear such a thing in front of Jason. No way would she expose herself down there too! "Hope you don't mind," He lowered his voice and leaned forward over my desk. I braced myself for what I knew I didn't want to hear. "But that maid's uniform put me over the top. I mean the bras were enough to get me hard and then the teddies made me want to burst, but the little maid's uniform was more than I could take. I just had to invite Sandra upstairs to help me out." He didn't need to say anything further. I knew the meaning of his words. He went into the back room to pleasure himself, probably to jerk himself off. Worse yet, he said that he invited my girlfriend back to help. Did she watch him jerk? Or did she do the jerking? "I must say John," He leaned over to talk to me more seriously. "That Sandra of yours has quite a talented mouth!" My eyes probably looked as though they were about to pop out of my head. Not just jerk him off, but she must have given him a blow job too. I imagined his 10-inch cock buried half-way into her mouth. "Yes, she's quite the cock-sucker," He confirmed against my silence. "I just wish she hadn't made me so damn horny with all those teddies, else I would have given her what she really wanted." Not just her mouth, but I imagined her giving him a blowjob too. I imagined him ejecting into her mouth, something I had never done. And then I wondered if she rejected him with horror or if she swallowed him down. And then I noticed my own hard-on. I felt wetness down there. I needed to excuse myself to go upstairs, to the bathroom, to relieve myself too. "Anyway," He took a deep breath and started to leave. "With what she wore last night, she might as well have been completely naked. That'll make her more prepared for next time." "Next time?" I asked in disbelief. "You know, next time," He paused to answer. "We still need to take the erotic pay pictures to go inside." I took a hard swallow. I had a hard time imagining how the shots could get any more provocative than the teddies. Her bras would be enough to tempt anyone to pay to see more. The teddies would be hard to resist. The only way Sandra could expose herself any more is if she went totally naked! "That's right!" He confirmed my suspicions. "She's already agreed to it. She won't need the teddies next time, but don't worry. It'll be a couple weeks before we can get access to the studio. My photographer friend has to wait for his wife to go out of town again." Jason started to get up to leave. I just sat there like an idiot unable to say a word. "And one more thing," He stopped just before he left. "Hope you don't mind, but you remember me mentioning those college boys at the beach who invited us back for a party?" I nodded. He referred to the college guys they met on the topless beach, the young college studs who had supposedly seen her naked tits. "Next Friday night," He offered. "I'm planning to call to see if she still wants to go, if you don't mind?" I did mind! I minded a lot, but didn't say a word to stop him. The hard-on in my pants kept me from saying anything else. "Good then!" He took my silence for agreement. "She can be my date for the evening." And the next thing I knew, he was gone. * * * * * I didn't check her dresser drawers until late that night. I feared checking them. I was afraid of what I might find. Quietly, I opened her underwear drawer. She sat in the next room engrossed in the television. It was her favorite sitcom. I excused myself to go to the bathroom but instead sneaked into the bedroom. I finally could take it no more and just had to check the same dresser drawers from the night before. There they were! They lay exactly where they were supposed to be; exactly where I had checked. Neatly tucked into the back of her underwear drawer were her teddies. The little black bikini lay on top. White and pink teddies were stacked below. There also seemed to be a taller stack of bras and panties in front. Maybe they came from the clothes hamper, or maybe she modeled of few of those too. It took several moments for the sight of her teddies to register in my brain. First I wondered if my eyes had played a trick on me. Then I asked myself if I might have forgotten to check this particular drawer. The answer to both questions was an unequivocal no. It was one of the first places I had checked, and I checked it several times. The drawer was mostly empty the night before and now was stacked full. And then I looked closer and saw something that shocked me even more. Lying directly beneath the black bikini was another. It wasn't just another teddy like I first supposed, but another little bikini. Worse of all, it was white. It was the white bikini Jason mentioned at the office. The television blared from the living room down the hall. The commercial ended. Her sitcom again started up. No way would Sandra get up in the middle of her favorite sitcom. I had several minutes to take a look at what Jason had already seen her in. Damn it was small! It looked to be even smaller than the little black one. The cups were no more than triangles. A frail little string separated them in the middle. No doubt it gave him an excellent view of her open cleavage, not to mention most of her boob. I got a thrill just looking at it, and then I wondered how much more of a thrill Jason must have gotten with her boobs held inside. Holding it up to my own chest, I tried to imagine what it looked like on her. The fabric was only enough to cover perhaps one-quarter of her boobs. Her swelling mounds probably tested the breaking strength of the little strings that held it together. Three-quarters of her tantalizing tits would have been left visible to Jason's eyes. And then there was the friend, the photographer, and maybe a camera lens too. I wasn't so sure about the photographer. I think Jason mentioned the photographer as a rouse, as something to get me interested. But the camera, however, I had little doubt. He had used it before. He had teasingly showed off pictures of some of his past girlfriends to me and the guys working around the docks. It always amazed me how women would allow a man such as Jason to take a picture of her without a top or sometimes even in the nude. Their defenses seemed to capitulate with the sight of his big cock, and then I started to wonder if Sandra might have done the same. I had no doubt he would try to use the camera on her, but I wasn't so sure if she would allow him. Coming back to reality, I carefully put it back and then placed the black bikini back on top of the pile. Beneath them laid the bottom, but I didn't need to pull it out or take a closer look to see how it was just as revealing. The white bikini bottom resembled the bottom of the black one. No more than a thin strip of fabric covered the rear. No doubt she had showed off her ass too. I imagined him asking her to pose with his back towards him and then to twist around on top so he could capture her ass and also get a good side-profile of her protruding tits as well. I took me only a minute or two to examine her underwear drawer. I needed to get back, but then noticed I had developed a raging hard-on. My first temptation was to get rid of it right there, but then I remembered Sandra teasing suggestion over the dinner table. She wanted to go to bed early, so I decided to wait before confronting her about the missing teddies. Constructive comments welcomed.