Boss's Naughty Daughter

The studious IT specialist and his new boss’s curvy, headstrong daughter have very different reasons for avoiding the boisterous college-town Halloween revelry this year. In spite of themselves, the holiday brings them closer together than either could dream.

Aided by a skimpy kitty costume with a most erotically-attached tail, and fueled by a fat joint of weed, the two explore a shared attraction that is both heightened and hindered by past sexual explorations and a series of embarrassing revelations.

Together they will discover mutual trust, ecstasy beyond any they have known before, and, ultimately, a passionate intimacy that lasts for years.

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

The thin sounds of music were louder, seeming to come from below. Rob looked down over the balcony, into the bare, grassless fenced yard.

He pulled his head back immediately, stunned. Heart beating rapidly, he took a breath before risking a second quick glimpse.

A single chaise lounge was below him. The music came from a single little speaker on the small table beside the lounge. The table also held a glass with the orangish ice left over from a vodka screwdriver, a disposable lighter and what Rob thought must be the small roach left after smoking a joint of the weed he had sniffed in the kitchen.

What had stunned him was what, or who, was on the lounge. It had to be Sara. The red-blond hair, and lush young body in a bikini, bathing in a patch of mountain sun, brought back memories of the Martins' daughter three years ago, in a form-fitting dress at his brother Brian's wedding. It recalled the warm extended hug she had given Rob — 'My favorite swim coach!' — accompanied by a bright, genuinely delighted smile.

Fortunately, now, her eyes were squeezed shut. The tension on her lovely face, the rigid arch to her torso, were explained by the two hands shoved down inside her bikini bottoms.

Bare, extended arms squeezed together and displayed twin halves of a full, rounded chest. Rob thought he saw a slight shudder to the soft flesh.

He pulled back from the balcony and snuck inside, short of breath and suddenly aware of the stiffened response in his cargo shorts. His mind raced with images, thoughts, urges.

He needed something to focus on. An anchor. Something. Anything. His mind kept returning to the slight, perhaps imagined, jiggles of those mounds, barely held by the twin triangles of a bikini, pushed high and together by two straining arms.

He grinned, his breath and heart slowing. He had been right: unlike her slim mother, Sara would definitely be beyond appropriate community standards going outside without a bra like her mother used to. He was right again: it was silly, and petty, but it gave him the anchor he needed.

Control regained, he wondered at the strength of his reaction. He had been single for too long. IT as a profession and as an education had not brought him in contact with too many lovely ladies recently. Being reserved in nature, Rob hadn't found the big city of Boston fertile ground. Back in Chico, with many of his peers married now, Rob worried about never finding the 'right' one.