Sandy was a beautiful, 32-year-old, real-estate agent in Atlanta, Georgia. She was about 5'6" tall, and weighed approximately 125 pounds. She had deep blue eyes, golden blonde hair, and an infectious smile. Her beauty and friendly manner had helped in making Sandy a very successful real-estate agent. Though she had inherited a great deal of money from her family, Sandy also worked very hard. She had struggled her way to the top of one of the largest real-estate agencies in central Georgia.
Her inheritance and position as the agency's top producer had allowed Sandy to acquire, at a young age, some nice rewards for her hard work. She lived in a large, two story, anti-bellum style house in one of Atlanta's upscale suburbs. It sat on nearly four acres of well tended land and included a multi-car garage, pool, and tennis court.
Even though Sandy was smart, attractive, and friendly, she was still single. She frequently complained to her friends that most of the men she dated acted more like the bankers or stock brokers they were rather than real, take charge, men. Her dates usually ended more like business discussions about real-estate and other investments than being romantic evenings. What she wanted was a man who would treat her like the young, sexy, woman she was. Unfortunately, the "real men" she was attracted to seemed to be intimidated by her success.
The maintenance of Sandy's house and grounds was tended to by two young men who worked full time for her. Rick, and his teenaged assistant Billy, kept the place looking and working great. Tanya, Sandy's maid, kept the house immaculate. Sandy paid them well, and treated them more as friends than employees. So, they did their best to keep Sandy's house and grounds in top shape.
Rick was about 25-years-old with dark, closely cropped, hair. He stood about 6'0", had a muscular build, and deep tan. His solid build and tan were the result many hours of hard yard work. He was just the kind of man Sandy fantasized about. Rick was as infatuated with Sandy as she was with him. It was too bad he never had the nerve to ask her out. After all, one doesn't date the boss.
The Atlanta locals frequently call their home town, Hot-lanta. The nick-name is well deserved. Summer temperatures frequently hover in the upper 80s and lower 90s with humidity percentages to match. On hot days like that, when she could get away from the office, Sandy often enjoyed sipping a cold glass of iced tea on her balcony while watching Rick work near her pool or tennis court.
It had been one of those hot, sticky, afternoons so common in late August in the South. A prospective home buyer had cancelled an appointment, and Sandy had gotten home a little earlier than usual. Tanya was out shopping for dinner, so Sandy had the house to herself. She had been home just long enough to fix a tall glass of tea before heading for a cooling shower.
As she climbed the stairs, she hoped she could catch a glimpse of Rick before getting in the shower. Entering her room, Sandy took a sip of tea and glanced out the window.
Sure enough, Rick was hard at work pressure washing the tennis court. His shirt hung on one of the net support poles. As he swept the pressure washer's nozzle back and forth across the court, Rick's muscled back rippled and glistened in the sun. Rick enjoyed his work, and he almost seemed to be dancing to whatever tune was coming from his Walkman earphones.
Since her windows were covered by reflective film, Sandy knew neither Rick, nor anyone else, could see her. She sat her tea on the near-by night stand, kicked off her shoes, and began removing her clothing. As she watched Rick, Sandy began to sway to a slow, unheard, musical rhythm that played for her alone in her head.
She slowly unfastened the buttons down the front of her dress. She gently slid it off her shoulders, and down her arms. With a little wiggle of her nicely rounded ass, the dress fell to the floor around Sandy's feet. She stepped out of the dress and began pushing her pantihose off her shapely hips. Without taking her eyes off Rick, she bent at the waist and slid her hands down the outside of her smooth legs as she pushed the pantihose down and off her feet.
If only he knew of the strip tease Sandy was secretly doing just for him.
Sandy slowly stood up and slightly spread her legs. Her hands slid up the inside of her legs and trailed, oh so lightly, over her panty covered love lips. A wet spot had begun to appear on her panties. In the back of her mind, she noted she needed a shave. She unhooked the clasp of her front closing bra and released her firm c-cup breasts. Even at 32, there was not a sign of sag in her natural breasts. She cupped a breast in each hand and squeezed. Her nipples were already hard, and Sandy gave them a little pinch. A soft moan escaped Sandy's throat.
With a longing sigh, Sandy turned from her window and headed to the shower. She dropped the panties along the way.
About that time, Tanya returned from her shopping trip. Since Sandy had parked in the garage, Tanya didn't realize her employer was already home. As she put the groceries away, Tanya noticed Rick working at the tennis court. Only then did she remember the leaky faucet in the shower of the master bathroom.
Tanya was a little irritated with herself. She should have reported the bathroom leak much earlier that day. Tanya called Rick into the house and told him about the leak. Realizing Sandy was due home soon, both Tanya and Rick wanted to have the leak fixed before she arrived. So, Rick quickly retrieved his tools and rushed up to the master bath.
Sandy, in the mean time, had finished washing herself and had turned the water temperature down to enjoy the cool spray on her body. With her eyes closed, her head thrown back, Sandy quietly let the water cool and relax her.
With the Walkman still playing in his ears, Rick didn't hear the water running as he entered the master bath. Rick threw open the shower door. He, and Sandy, were bothfrozen with shock.
Rick tried to speak, but all he could stammer was, "I uh, I uh, I uh, uh." He stood without moving. All he could do was stare. He had seen Sandy in a modest two-piece bathing suit. He knew she was a beautiful woman. But here she was, standing in front of him, completely naked. Rick couldn't help himself. He was captured by Sandy's beauty. She stood before him with her hands clinched at her sides, while sparkling droplets of water gave her entire body a silvery luster. Her breasts proudly standing firm, a drop of water hanging from each prominent nipple. And, and, and, she was shaved! There was no hair on her pubic mound. None!
Sandy was just as shocked as Rick. When Rick had suddenly opened her shower door, she too had frozen. Though she had fantasized many times about Rick, she certainly had not expected him to suddenly appear as she stood naked in her shower. She thought to herself, his chest was nicely developed.
As Sandy began to come out of her shock, she scanned Rick. His muscled chest, firm flat belly, and strong arms appealed to her. And, was that an erection beginning to bulge in his jeans.
A smile began to creep across Sandy's face.
"I I I'mmm s s so sorry, Sandy." Rick stammered, as he began to back out of the bathroom.
