Hi, Judy here. I met the man of my dreams when I was young. He was 21 and I was 18 when we got married. He got into a big company and was doing good, but he did have to travel to close deals. A big company bought out his and the new management fired a lot of the upper bosses, and one was the direct boss to my husband. The rumor was that they were going to move someone up to fill this position. My husband had a great chance for this with the deals he had closed, which meant his pay would double, plus he would get commission on what his people did. We started to look at houses to buy and move out of our apartment. My husband talked about the guy that came in to do the firing, but he didn't tell me what he looked like, just that he was firing people left and right.
So, a big job came up and he was sent out to close the deal. We got excited because we felt this would improve his chances. To celebrate the possible promotion and for my birthday, my husband bought me a sling shot bikini. If you don't know what that is, it's a piece of cloth that runs over your pussy, with small strips that come up and cover your nipples, and then it goes around your neck. Lots of your body is showing and it is a very flimsy outfit. I used it to tan on the back of our balcony, of our apartment, where no one could really see me.
I was out sunny when my husband called me, and I was frantic. When he packed to go, he had left a folder behind, which had the contracts in it, and the deal was going south without them. He was afraid he would get fired, so he told me the company would be sending someone over to get them and for me to find them and have them ready. I was still dressed in my sling shot bikini and ran to find them, thinking, 'damn, no new job and maybe no job at all now.' Just as I found them, I heard someone was knocking on our door. Thinking it was the pick-up guy, I ran to the door. I opened the door to see a very tall, black male in a suit. We both took a double take and then he said, "I'm Zeb and your husband works for me."
Damn, the guy that's firing everybody. Then he said, "I'm here to get the contracts that got left behind."
"Oh, yes, Sir, I found them and I will get them for you." I turned to go get them and he followed me inside. Now, let me tell somethings about myself. I'm blonde, with long hair, five foot four inches tall, I weigh one-hundred-twenty-two pounds, and I have a 40C chest. So, a lot of me was showing in that bikini and he was checking me out for sure. I handed him the papers and he was still looking me over as he asked, "Would you let me look the papers over to make sure they all there?"
"Oh, yes, Sir," I replied. So, he sat at our table and pulled them out as I continued, "Please take your time and make sure you got them all, while I go and change."
He said, "No, I don't want to be left here if something happens. Your dress is just fine." He then continued to say, "This is such a big screw up and we could lose big money." Now, I'm getting scared of my husband's job. He was staring at me as he talked and he seemed to be staring harder. I glanced down and noticed that one of my nipples was peeking out, so I reached up to fix it causing him to laugh and say, "It's fine, don't worry about it."
I most of turned red in my face, so, I turned to do some dishes in the sink as he kept talking, "What a mess your husband has created, but I do want to tell you how good you look in that bikini." He got up and walked up behind me and before I knew it, he was there. He ran his hand across my back, "You're a bit red from tanning, can I put some more lotion on for you?"
"Oh, that's okay, I'm all done tanning for the day, so I'm going to shower and get dressed."
In a joking voice he said, "I could help you there too," then I felt him untie the top of my suit and that was the only thing that held it on to me. I reached up quickly to catch the suit before it fell away from my boobs causing him to laugh and say, "Honey, I already got a peak at them," as he started to pull on my hands he then added, "but I do want a better look," as he kept pulling on them.
"Oh, Sir, I can't do that."
Then he said, "If you take a shower, it has got to go anyway, so just turn around and show me," as he pulled me around, but I still had my tits a bit covered.
He laughed and said, "If you want your husband to keep his job, show me, NOW!" Oh, damn, he was serious. He reached up and slowly pulled my hands down, until my tits weren't covered anymore. "Wow, Honey, they look better than I thought." He reached out and started to feel them and play a bit rough with them as he said, I really do like them, a lot." He then stepped back and smiled, "Now show me the rest."
"The rest?"
"Yes, take the rest of it off and get ready for your shower." I just looked at him. "NOW!" he demanded.
With nervous hands I let my bikini slide away. He smiled, "Sweet, I love a bald pussy." Then he reached out and took my hand and told me, "I guess you're ready for that shower," as he started to lead me to the bathroom. I didn't know what to say or do, so, when he got there, he told me to set the water for my shower, and I turned and adjusted it. As I turned back around, I saw him taking off his clothes.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He said, "I'm getting ready for the shower, and I don't want my clothes to get wet."
"We are not showering together!" I snapped.