The job was easy enough. Each morning I walk into his house as if I live here, make us coffee, and sit on his bed while we enjoy our warm beverages together. Each day I look forward to seeing him more and more.
He touches me anywhere he can at every given opportunity. Such sweet and almost innocent squeezes of my arm or pats on my butt. I almost stop noticing them as much.
Our "companion time" on the couch for the rest of the first week is less eventful than that first day and I almost begin to wonder if I'd made it all up. We talk about our interests, and he tells me stories about when he was my age and all the "shenanigans" he got into with his friends. Like the time his fraternity brothers snuck into a sorority house and stole all their panties.
He makes me blush every day. I think he likes to see me flustered.
While he works in his office, I sit at the kitchen counter on the laptop he provided until 10am as instructed. The administrative tasks he gives me are simple and I always finish early and scroll through social media until it's time to start doing the cleaning tasks.
I didn't understand why I had to stay at the counter until 10am so I finally asked on my last day of my first week.
His smile is wicked, and I wonder what I said wrong. "I'll show you. Come sit on my lap, dear."
I follow his instruction and sit in his lap behind his desk like we do every morning. He opens his laptop and clicks on a camera icon. A window opens revealing a view of his kitchen from underneath the counter.
"This is for my own private consumption." When he sees my confused look, he opens a folder full of videos. "Here's my favorite one so far."
He starts a video showing me on my second day--the day I wore a mini skirt. I see myself hopping onto the tall bar stool revealing a flash of my floral cotton panties like those paparazzi shots of celebrities getting into their cars.
I gasp at the violation. I know I should be angry, but I feel more flattered than anything else. "How come you didn't tell me about this?"
"Oh, it's in your consent packet. Did you read it entirely?"
I look side to side, embarrassed that I didn't actually read the whole thing.
He chuckles, "It's okay if you didn't. You just might find some more surprises along the way."
I make a mental note to maybe skim over the novel he calls a consent form over the weekend.
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"Did you get a chance to read your whole packet?" His first question the next week takes me by surprise when I bring him his coffee.
I hang my head and explain that my twin sister dragged me out to a party on Saturday and I completely forgot.
His hand cups my cheek. "Don't worry about it. It's not required. I hope you like surprises!"
I smile and sip my own mug while perching on the edge of his bed, the covers still hiding his nakedness.
"Today we'll add some physical care to your morning routine with me. My hip has been acting up, so I'll have you give me a pelvic massage."
"Oh, I don't have any massage experience. Are you sure it's safe for me to treat you?"
"Your concern is sweet, but this won't be a professional or medical massage. I know what helps me with the pain and what my body needs. My wife did a wondrous job, and she didn't have professional experience either. I'm sure you'll catch on quickly like everything else so far."
I set my mug on the nightstand and place my hand on the comforter where I assumed his thigh was. "Okay, how do we start."
"Slow down, sweetheart. Take the oil from my bottom drawer and keep it handy." He rolls over under the covers and lays prone with his arms under his face. He instructs me to lower the sheets and massage his ass however it feels natural to me.
The drawer has much more than oil in it, like ropes and furry handcuffs. I quickly shut it as I feel my face growing hot as usual.
As I drag the silk sheet across is ass cheeks, he shivers, and his little grey hairs stand at attention. I knead his squishy cheeks with my hands like a cat making biscuits eliciting soft moans from him.
I broaden my massage to include his lower back and thighs, sometimes brushing his hairy balls to which he responds by spreading his legs farther apart. He tells me to grab the oil and warm it up in my hands first and start to spread his cheeks and massage his asshole too.
I obey and enjoy the pleasure sounds that escape his throat. Especially when I press into his hole with my thumbs with each teasing caress.
When he invites me to enter him, I don't hesitate--it's better than using my tongue. I add more oil to his ass and easily slip my index finger inside. I spread his cheeks apart with my other hand and press my finger in as far as it will go and wiggle it around.
After dragging my finger all the way out I slip a second digit into his widening rosebud and start to plunge in and out slowly. He moans louder and starts to fuck my fingers back.
"Should you relax and maybe not move, Sir?"
He laughs quietly and slowly rolls over, effectively removing my fingers. "Very intuitive doll. Let's focus on the front now."
My eyes widen at the site of my first penis. It looks stiff and soft at the same time, half-way inflated with his legs spread wide. What a funny shape! The top looked like a mushroom cap and there was a thick vein running like a river down his staff ending somewhere hidden his curly grey pubic hair.
Laying back on his pillows he raises his hands and laces his fingers behind his head. "Have you seen a penis before?"
"Oh, yeah. Loads of times!" I lie through my teeth hoping he won't be able to tell. "Um, but I haven't touched one before."
