Help Needed (closed to Bad)

[JustABadBoy]

After beating off earlier in the day, then going two rounds with his regular relief, sitting in the lair and whacking off again to the images of Haley in the shower was a stretch. But he managed, exploding with a grunt that he feared was loud enough for the sleeping beauty to here beyond the new wall. He sat there for a long moment, enjoying the fantasy -- he'd had her bent over the bathroom counter, the pair of them watching each others' reactions in the mirror -- before finally going to bed and sleeping as soundly as he had in a long while.



At dawn, he turned on the television in his bedroom, entered the proper code, and -- on the default camera setting -- found Haley just where he expected to, al comfy in her bed. He leaned in closer to the screen. Her bedding was pushed down to her thighs, and the tee shirt she'd slept in had risen a bit, but the camera view didn't give him the view that he wanted of her.

He knew it was pushing things, but he wanted to see more of her. He donned his boxers and robe and made his way quietly into her bedroom. The girl was passed out, not even feeling him sit softly on the edge of the tiny, twin bed mattress he'd supplied her with.

Ever so gently, Rich pulled the blanket down a bit more. The view was everything he could have asked for. She wore nothing below the tee shirt, through which her hard nipples pressed and below which her bared ass was fully exposed to him. He leaned a bit forward, trying to get a front view, but she stirred a bit and he feared that trying to manipulate her into rolling back would ruin what he had already accomplished.

He pulled the blanket back up to above her waist and stood quickly, just as she rolled back and looked up, blinking her eyes to clear them.

"Good morning, sleepy head," he said with a perky tone. He turned quickly, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable, and called back over his shoulder, "I'm going to shower and dress. If you could have breakfast on by the time I'm out...?"

 

[WildCherry19]

Rubbing her eyes and slowly returning to consciousness, Haley said, "Certainly, Sir," in the most professional tone she could accomplish first thing in the morning. She quickly slid out of bed...that didn't give her much time. She pushed the bedroom door closed and quickly slid out of her shirt, washing off very quickly. Then, after fixing her hair a little bit, she slid back into her work outfit, sliding on a black thong after she'd pulled the rest of the outfit on. Sliding her feet into the black high heels, she quickly went out to the kitchen. She'd managed the whole process in about five minutes, which was much faster than she was used to moving in the morning...but, when you work for someone first thing in the morning, you need to be quick!

Bending down and finding the eggs in the back of the fridge, she pulled them out along with sausage and some peppers. She quickly made an omlett, sprinkling just a touch of spices on it and hoping it would be something he liked. She didn't know his tastes very well yet, but she hoped it would live up to his expectations.

She hustled over to the table, sitting his plate down, then realized she hadn't even brewed any coffee yet. She started some, then pulled a bottle of orange juice from the refrigerator. Pouring him a glass, she sat it down beside his meal, then quickly returned to the coffee maker, hoping it had finished brewing. "These things are always so slow," she said softly.

She waited, standing in the kitchen with her back against the counter, and realized she'd managed to have breakfast ready before he finished getting ready. Thanking her luck, and a little impressed at how quick she'd been without much warning, she smiled to herself as she waited for him to arrive in the kitchen.

 

[JustABadBoy]

He'd watched her preparing his breakfast on the television screen, which he had split into two views; his gaze shifted constantly, to capture the best views of those impressive breasts and that tight ass. Every time she leaned to retrieve something, the back of the French Maid outfit raised, exposing the fair skinned ass cheeks split neatly down the middle by the string of a black thong.

"Perfect," he mumbled, rubbing a hand over his cock, then pulling it off, telling himself, "Down boy. You gotta go out there."

He waited until she was almost done -- mumbling to himself, Coffee ... don't forget the jo, baby... -- before he emerged, wearing a pair of comfortable sweats and a muscle shirt that showed off his upper body well. He'd hesitated about wearing it so early in her working relationship with him. He was supposed to be an ailing old man; he wasn't supposed to look like a man who worked out an hour a day and had competed in -- though not placed high -- six Iron Man Competitions Triathlons.

But, looks can be deceiving, so he hoped she recalled that his advertisement for a care giver had mentioned multiple minor ailments and would let it go at that without thinking too much about whether she was being duped.

He dropped into his seat and watched her closely as she set everything out before him and commented on the meal she'd prepared. He complimented her -- keep her happy, make her feel appreciated, then take charge and fuck her, he thought reminding him of his unofficial steps -- and dug into the breakfast.

"Good, very good," he told her, still chewing. He almost suggested that she join him, then remembered that he'd rearranged the dining table set up so he could see the kitchen sink from his usual seat.

He smiled as he ate, thinking How many guys get to watch a sexy French Maid's ass while they eat breakfast...? He nodded toward the sink as he bit into the toast and suggested, "Why don't wash the dishes, then sit and join me. We'll talk about your daily tasks."

 

[WildCherry19]

"Certainly, Sir," she said in a cheerful voice, walking over to the sink. Her heels clicked across the floor, her skirt swaying, and she then bent over the sink and began washing the pans, her legs very lightly apart.

After she'd finished, she bent down and took out a clean towel, drying her hands off, before walking back over to the table and sitting at the table with a smile. "I hope you like it...I don't quite know what kinds of food you like yet," she said, brushing her hair back. "So, what's on my agenda for today, Sir?" she asked, crossing her legs.

 

[JustABadBoy]

Rich wasted no time, pulling the list of chores he'd shown her the day before and scribbling days, dates, times, frequencies, and what ever she needed to perform her duties as he saw fit.

When he'd finished with all of the house hold chores, he turned the page over. The back side listed the more personal, care giver tasks. They were vague and used terms that only a first year Med student might understand. A copy of the tasks had been in the contract Haley had signed, so -- once she began to understand the personal nature of some of the physical therapy requirements -- it would be too late; she was contractually required to fulfill her duties.

"For now," Rich told her, tapping a finger on the first item, "we'll start out with a simple physical therapy task ... my back."

He stood and gestured her to follow, lying, "I was in a car wreck a while back. Messed up my spine. Currently my doctor recommends daily massages, but since your new and only learning about medical care..."

He looked back to her, asking unnecessarily, "You said you were training for nursing or something...?"

He practically ignored her answer; he really didn't care. But he let her respond as he led her to the back bedroom. He'd converted it into a Physical Therapy room; it contained exercise machines -- a stationary bike, an elliptical machine, and more -- as well as therapy beds and a jacuzzi, with a slight layer of steam rising from its stilled surface. He flipped a switch and the tub's water jumped into a roiling boil.

"So, my back..." As he began to explain what he needed from her, he pulled the muscle shirt off and tossed it aside, then shed the sweat bottoms, leaving him standing before her in a tiny speedo-style swimming suit. He continued his explanation, pointing to certain muscle groups without missing a beat; he acted almost like he was talking to his doctor, and not standing nearly naked, his semi-hardened penis pressing against the speckle-colored suit, with a young woman in a French Maid's outfit!

Finally, explanation over, he laid face down upon the massage table, positioning his face in the round hole at the end so he could breath and talk. "Okay ... so ... let's get started."

 

[WildCherry19]

Haley listened, a little bit overwhelmed by how many tasks he was rattling off right away, not even slowing down as he flipped the paper over and kept going on, listing physical therapy type stuff he would need help with as well.

Listening as Rich told her about his back injury, Haley started remembering why she'd originally been so interested in this job: the chance to help someone. It was easy to forget the problems he was ailing from, since he seemed just fine from looking at him. Following him into a back room set up like a physical therapy center, she was a little startled as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside.

It was clear he worked out, his shoulders and chest more defined than she expected them to be. Apparently, he'd been doing exercises that worked around his problem areas...or something. Anyway, now he'd taken his pants off, and was just wearing a tiny swimming suit. She met his eyes and tried to force herself not to look away from them, not wanting to get caught staring at her boss on her first full day. Or any day.

Blushing, she brushed her hair back behind her ear.

"Okay ... so ... let's get started," he said, now lying face down on a massage bed. Haley walked over nervously, then began working the muscles in his lower back, finding the places where they were knotting the most. She squirted lotion from a bottle beside the table into her palms and rubbed her hands together, then began massaging again, this time less distracted by the sheer physicality of the job, and more focused on making his back feel better.

Starting with his lower back, she worked gradually upward, leaning over him, her long blonde hair trailing lightly over his skin. As she leaned against the bench to get a better angle, she felt her waist pressing against his arm. As much as she tried not to think about the contact, she couldn't help it.

Slowly, she worked her way up, then stood in front of him, massaging the tops of his shoulders slowly and meticulously, her thumbs working the thick muscles of his upper back. The room was silent except for the soft sounds coming from the jacuzzi. The heat and the humidity were making his skin glisten slightly, but she closed her eyes to keep from thinking about that, refocusing with her eyes closed on working out the knots in his back.

 

[JustABadBoy]

The feel of Haley's hands working on his back was incredible. She was stronger than he could have hoped for from a woman her size, which was a plus on the actual physical therapy side; and she seemed skilled at making her man feel good, making Rich wonder about whether that came from previous work experience or from her personal life.

Either way, the massage -- physical therapy, he reminded himself, never refer to it as massage -- was feeling incredible and his dick, pressed between his groin and the cushioned table, was shifting constantly between states of arousal, sometimes being so rock hard that it almost hurt to be lying a top it.

Once she'd reached his upper shoulders, he began working out the next step: putting his hands upon Haley. He began giving her some instructions, speaking down through the hole his face was in, telling her left, right, up, down, harder, softer; it reminded him of his Ex from years ago, directing him on how to use his mouth on her pussy to drive her to orgasm.

Finally, feigning annoyance, Rich rose from the table, sitting on its edge and saying, "Non no. Let me show you."

As he grasped her wrist and led her around to stand in front of him, he noticed her eyes peeking down at his crotch. Rich was nearly fully hardened, and in the speddo swim suit, he knew that that the thin, stretchy cloth would be forming to his shape, showing off every dimension of his above average erection

Rich acted like there was nothing to be concerned about, directing her to kneel on the stool before him, her side to him. "Like this."

As he put one hand to her back, naming the specific muscle group he was pretending to give a crap about, he put the other hand to her upper chest so that when he pushed against her back, she wouldn't topple off the stool. The move was meant to seem totally professional and instructive, but Rich smiled a bit, wondering what Haley was thinking about, having the fat part of her boss's hand against the upper curves of her breasts, while she was on her knees just inches away from his hardening cock.

As he pressed and probed her back, asking if she was understanding what he was showing her, he was thinking to himself, mind games... it's how I'm gonna get you, girl

Finally, suddenly pulling his hands back, he said, "Okay, well, you probably understand, right? So, let's call it a morning. Can you get me a bottle water from the kitchen?"

 

[WildCherry19]

As Haley felt her employer's large hand begin kneeding her back, his other hand pressing against the top of her breast and her shoulder, Haley felt her heart speed up. She knew he was simply trying to give her pointers on massage, but nonetheless, the position of his hand seemed a little...well, close to a boob grab. She forced her demeanor to remain casual, not wanting him to suddenly start thinking about the positioning of his hand...there wasn't any need for the moment to get weird.

After he rubbed her for a moment, his fingers strong and feeling amazing against her tight back muscles, Rich stepped back. "Okay, well, you probably understand, right? So, let's call it a morning. Can you get me a bottle water from the kitchen?"

"Sure thing," she said with a perky smile, her heart beating fast as she made her way back out to the kitchen, high heels clicking across the floor. Bending down and grabbing a bottle from the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, she sat it on the counter, then grabbed a second bottle. Drinking from it deeply, she sat it by the sink and carried her boss's drink back into the workout room, where she suddenly stopped, her heartbeat speeding back up immediately as she stood in the doorway.

 

[WildCherry19]

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