Outside Influences

BeachBum25

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Gerald Moore was wealthy... very wealthy, but he had earned every penny of his wealth. He was raised by his mother who cleaned houses to make ends meet. His father, well, he never knew his father. He was gone long before anything Gerald could remember. He wasn't a big party guy, but he certainly was a guy that the women had trouble taking their eyes off of. He was 6'2" had blonde hair and blue eyes and was always well dressed.

Gerald made his mother stop working after he made his first million. He bought her a huge house with 5 bedrooms and 5 bathrooms. However, she wouldn't move into it unless Gerald moved into it with her. She claimed it was too much house for her. Gerald agreed, but he made his mom agree to hire someone to clean it. He refused to have his mother clean the house. She agreed to it, and took care of hiring the person.

Gerald never met, nor did he ever see the person mom had hired to clean the house. All he knew was that the house was always immaculate. Mom had decided that she was going to visit an old friend for a couple of months and enjoy the warm weather in Arizona, so, she decided that the cleaning woman was going to move into the house. Gerald wasn't happy. He didn't want anyone moving into the house that he didn't know, but his mother insisted.

Gerald decided that he was going to go into work late this morning. He was going to wait for his mom to be picked up by the limo service. He took his time getting ready. He took a long shower. Then he began to get dressed. While getting dressed he heard his mother call from downstairs that the limo was there. He walked downstairs, his shirt still unbuttoned, and noticed a woman standing there with his mother. "This is the woman I was telling you about. She will be staying here while I am gone. Now, I have to run or I will miss my flight. You two get acquainted." With that she ran out to the limo. Gerald was left staring at the beautiful woman standing before him.
 
Sara Nichols was nervous about this new arrangement that Ms. Moore had talked her into. She had never met her son so she really didn’t know what to expect. She knew they were rich, just by the beautiful house they lived in. Someday she hoped she would be able to get her nursing career going and maybe afford something at least half as nice.

She was twenty five and had been working as a cleaner, maid, personal attendant, anything that would help finance her way thru school. Unfortunately, it was taking much longer than she had hoped. She had almost signed on with a modeling agency before Ms. Moore had offered her this position and the pay along with benefits, she just couldn’t say no.

She was standing in the entry way with several suitcases as Ms. Moore quickly greeted her and then called out to her son. Sara was almost 5’5”, probably didn’t weigh more than 115, with waves of long raven hair, a dark complexion and brown eyes. She had on a pair of black jeans and a dark green blouse, several of the top buttons left undone. As she stood there nervously, she couldn’t help wonder what kind of man, Gerald Moore was going to be. She didn’t have long to wait as he quickly walked in, shirt open giving her a good look at his magnificent chest. As his mother introduced them, Sara quickly scanned him up and down and was pleasantly surprised by how good looking he was. Before either could say much, Ms. Moore was out the door, leaving them alone.

“Your mother is a busy woman for sure.“ she laughed softly. “Anyway, hi, it’s nice to finally meet you, your mother has told me so much about you.” she said, trying to keep her eyes focused on his eyes instead of his bare chest. “I hope this won’t be an inconvenience for you? Where would you like me to put my things?”
 
Gerald looked over the beautiful woman standing in his foyer. His eyes taking her all in. His eyes trailed down between her breasts where her blouse was unbuttoned.

"Busy? Oh, yea, my mom is so busy. She is busy getting out of here so she can enjoy the Arizona weather for a few months. It is very nice to meet you Sara. You have been doing an outstanding job, and my mom talks about you in glowing terms. Oh, and by the way, don't believe everything she says about me. She is a typical mom... exagerating everything."

"You are welcome to any of the empty bedrooms. Make yourself at home. Well, it is your home for a while, so, make yourself comfortable and let me know if there is anything you need."

Gerald's mind wandered. He was going to be in this big house with an incredibly beautiful and sexy woman. He wondered if it would be awkward. He wondered how Sara would feel being here with him. "Let me grab your bags and you can pick your room." Gerald walked over, grabbed her bags and followed her up the steps. He loved the view. Her ass in the jeans was spectacular. He told himself to stop thinking like that. She was here to work... not fo rhis pleasure... not for him to ogle at. Well, if there was going to be a cleaning woman living here it was great that she was so attractive.
 
“Well at least I know the house pretty well, so I shouldn’t get lost. I think, if you don’t mind, I’ll take the room at the end of the hall. I love how bright and sunny it is. I also like that there is a…porch…I guess you would call it that goes around the entire second floor with patio doors leading out from the rooms. Your room is several rooms down, isn’t it?”

She had cleaned all the bedrooms and only two, his and his mothers, ever seemed to be used. She wondered why such a big house with so many rooms…Did they have a big family, lots of friends, or parties? So many questions, yet maybe now she could get to know him a little better and he was extremely good looking too…

She opened the door to the room and asked him just to set the bags down near the dresser, she would eventually get her things put away. She immediately opened the patio door, glad it had a screen door, and breathed in the fresh air. She looked out, always amazed at how lovely and private their yard was. So many big trees around, a big swimming pool on the ground floor that no one would ever know was there. She realized this was going to be like a vacation, or at least somewhat. She still had online classes she had to work on and besides keeping up with the house.

She had finally pulled herself away from the view of the backyard and was smiling at him.

“Your mother left me a list of things she had wanted done while she was away. She also asked if I minded cooking, catering to any business dinners you may have planned, taking care of laundry those sorts of things and I told her I would be happy to. So, if you are going to be around at dinner time today, when ever that would be for you, is there something you would like me to cook? Any quests you may be having that I need to prepare for?”
 
Gerald walked down the long hallway behind Sara, still admiring the incredible view. He followed her into the room and sat her bags by the dresser. Then, he watched as she walked to the French doors and opened them, letting in the fresh air.

He enjoyed the way that she reacted to being here. He truly hoped that she enjoyed herself. "Sara, you are welcome to use anything in the house or on the grounds. I want you to feel like this is yours. We are the only ones here, so, there shouldn't be much work for you to do. So, enjoy yourself."

He watched her for a reaction. "I won't be having any dinner parties, and there are no guests that I will be bringing home. I am a pretty private person and don't usually bring anyone here. I must admit tough, it will be nice having someone closer to my age here. I am going to finish getting ready for work. Have a nice day Sara, and whatever you want for dinner is fine with me. You will be joining me, of course."

Gerald went back to his room and finished dressing. For some reason he was excited about getting the day underway.... more excited than he had been earlier. As he headed out the door he shouted, "I will be home around 4 tonight Sara. Enjoy your day."
 
“You have a nice day too,” she called back.

She smiled and felt light hearted, having met him and found him to be very pleasant, making her feel right at home. This might not be to bad after all and she looked forward to the company, usually spending much time alone.

She decided to put her things away first and then tackle their two bedrooms. He was right, there wasn’t going to be much work to do. This would give her time to catch up on her assignments and get to enjoy some of the things here, like the pool, or the hot tub. That made her think about Gerald and her in the evenings, and she giggled at some of her thoughts.

The day seemed to fly by as she tidied up, making beds, doing up last nights dishes and getting some of her online work done. Before she knew it, it was already two and she still hadn’t even thought about what to have for dinner. When she opened the refrigerator, she noticed a casserole dish with a note on top.

Just wanted to start you two off right on you’re first night together, this is one of Gerald’s favorite dishes. Cook in the oven on 350 for an hour, enjoy. Ms. Moore

How nice of her to do that and thoughtful too, although Sara didn’t quite understand what she meant by ‘start them off right’ but it really didn’t matter. She was happy to have the meal practically ready and this gave her time to shower and get ready for when he came home.

After showering, she put on a soft white summer dress, just a bit of makeup, and dabbed on her favorite cologne. She felt somewhat giddy, like she was getting ready for a date, and in a way, it kind of was. After putting on a pair of sandals, she went downstairs to turn the oven on. She set the table for two, happy that he had wanted her to join him. Looking through the wine rack, she picked out a bottle of wine that she had heard Ms. Moore mention they both enjoyed. Sara smiled when she noticed the wine bucket and two glasses already on the counter, so she set the bottle in and filled it with ice. Smiling, she was beginning to wonder just what Ms. Moore had in mind.

Noticing it was almost 4:00, she put the casserole in the oven. This would give him at least an hour to unwind before they ate. She then went out to the backyard, enjoying the fresh air, admiring the landscape and smelling some of the roses that were now in bloom.
 
Gerald got into his car and drove to his office. When he arrived, his staff was waiting for him. There was a lot of information to go over in their daily meeting, and they were all surprised that Gerald had shown up late... he was NEVER late.

His secretary came into his office before the meeting started and asked him if everything was ok. He assured her it was, and that it was just a matter of getting mom off to the airport that had made him late. He thought about that as the secretary left the office, and the fact that there was an incredibly beautiful and sexy woman that was going to be staying with him for a while. A big smile came over his face as the staff entered his conference room for the meeting.

Gerald had strted a company that bought companies that were in distress. He would break them up and sell the individual parts to other companies that were looking to grow their businesses. He started small and grew to the point that he was now buying and selling internationally.

The meeting was to discuss a European aircraft company that they were pursuing. His mind kept drifting to home and the fact that Sara was there. The details of the company they were pursuing bored him sometime. Of course, that is what he had a staff for.

Finally, around 3:00 pm, the meeting ended with a decision to go forward with the acquisition... if they could get it for the right price. After returning a few phone calls, Gerald decided to call it a day. He said his goodbyes and headed home around 4:00 pm.

He pulled the car into the driveway and grabbed his briefcase out of the backseat before heading inside. When he entered he could smell something cooking and it smelled great. He called out to Sara that he was home, but received no response. He called for her again before heading upstairs to change. He went into his room and decided to get a shower. After getting out of the shower, he put on a pair of jeans and a dress shirt and headed back downstairs.
 
Having heard him call out, Sara came inside so by the time he was on his way downstairs, she had already taken the casserole out of the oven. She had set it on the table, making sure to have a plate beneath it, she didn’t dare want to burn the table. She then put the tray of dinner rolls in the oven and set the timer, they never took long and she didn’t want to burn them.

“I hope you’re hungry,” she called out happily.

While she waited on the rolls, she took out the salad she had quickly made up with the fresh vegetables she found. Another thing she could thank Ms. Moore for. She sensed him nearing and turned, smiling as she put the bucket of wine on the table.

“I think I’ll let you open that,” she grinned, and then the timer went off. She quickly got the rolls out and into a basket, placing it on the table. She looked over the table, making sure she had set everything she thought the might need out. By the time she actually looked at him, she realized how great he looked in the jeans and shirt.

“I guess we could sit down now, if you’re ready. By the way, you look pretty good in jeans. I thought maybe all you ever wore were suits from the way your mother talked,” she teased.
 
Gerald walked into the dining room and saw the casserole on the table and saw Sara in her white dress, looking oh so good, placing a salad on the table. He grabbed the bottle of wine and carried it into the kitchen as he looked for a corkscrew. He opened the bottle as he walked back to the dining room and, when he got there, he poured it into their glasses before placing the bottle back in the bucket.

He watched her move around the kitchen and loved how the dress flowed and accentuated her body. "Someone has been real busy today. It looks to me like you have an incredible talent in the kitchen."

He watched as she came into the dining room and he pulled the chair out for her and slid it in as she sat down. "You will learn that my mother tends to exaggerate things about her only son.... and not just a little. She exaggerates greatly abut me. One thing she hadn't said to me was just how attractive the housekeeper was that she hired."
 
“Thank you,” she smiled, blushing from his compliment while sitting down as he helped with her chair. She was enjoying the way he treated her, a perfect gentleman. She also kept glancing in his direction, admiring how handsome he was.

“So far what I’ve seen, it seems she hasn’t exaggerated too much.”

Sara dished out the casserole for both of them and after taking a roll, passed the basket to him.

“As far as being good in the kitchen, unfortunately I can’t take all the credit for that. You’re mother was kind enough to have made the casserole for us, letting me know how long to cook it. She also was responsible for putting out the wine bucket. Funny, how she seems to think of everything. The rest was all very easy, so I can’t say that I had too hard of a day.”

She tasted the dish and was extremely pleased at how good it tasted. She just might have to get the recipe from her, she thought.

Picking up her wine glass she spoke, “a toast, to your mother and to a wonderful evening.” She smiled while her eyes twinkled.
 
"Thank you," he said as she passed him the basket of rolls. He watched her closely, admiring her beauty. It felt good to have some company that wasn't his mother. He loved his mother, mind you, but her constant banter about how he had to spend more time looking for a good woman and less time on work got old.

"I have to tell you that just because my mother put it together doesn't mean that you didn't do a great job making it. Many a time she has left me something to make and I have either under cooked it or set it on fire. So, don't be so modest, you did very well."

Gerald raised his glass and clinked it against Sara's. "To wonderful company on this wonderful evening. Thank you for joining me Sara. It is great to have someone so attractive to have dinner with."
 
“You’re very welcome and you’re a very good host.”

While they ate they both chatted as if they had known each other for years. Probably from everything Ms. Moore had told them. They talked a little about her nursing career, how she almost became a model before his mother hired her and about living alone across town. He had told her a little about his company, how he had started from small business to large ones internationally, which impressed her immensely.

It was obvious he was well educated, exceptionally friendly and she was enjoying the dinner and his company very much. She got the impression that he was enjoying it as much as she was and decided that staying here was going to be a lot more enjoyable than she had at first thought.

When they were through with dinner, she started to gather the dishes and was surprised he had gotten up to help.

“Gerald, I have a suggestion, why don’t you let me get this cleaned up and you bring the wine out to the patio. It’s such a beautiful evening, we could sit on the patio and talk awhile, unless you have other plans.”

She stacked several dishes together and brought them to the kitchen, giving him a moment to think about what she had said.
 
Gerald couldn't remember the last time he enjoyed a meal the way he was enjoying this one. A beautiful woman, interesting conversation, and a good meal.... it was almost perfect.

He was impressed by her determination. She wanted to be a nurse and was not going to let anything get in the way of that. She was beautiful and the thought that she would be a model was not far-fetched. He was very happy now that she had not gone into modeling. If she had, she wouldn't be with him now.

After they finished, he stood up and started clearing the table. She told him to take their wine and go out to the patio and she would join him soon. "I have a better idea," he said. "You take the wine out to the patio and I will clean up. Don't object. I insist."

He watched her take the wine glasses and head out toward the patio. He watched her go all the way out... with a smile on his face. Then he finished cleaning the table. He wiped it down, and then went to the kitchen and washed the dishes, wiped down the counter, and straightened everything up....... all the time thinking about Sara sitting on his patio.

When he finished, he headed out to the patio with another bottle of wine. Why not be prepared instead of having to come back in later? He walked out onto the patio..... What a pretty night it is. It is really nice out here, and you make it even nicer."
 
She was taken back when he insisted to clean up, so without hesitation she carried the wine and glasses out to the patio. There were several tables around the pool and she chose one that was closer to where the light was shinning inside the pool, the deep end where the diving board was.

After setting down the bucket and glasses, she slid off her sandals and went to the other end where the water was shallow. She stepped down on the first step and found the water temperature was perfect so felt soothing on her feet. She hiked up her dress, just a bit and stepped down one more step, feeling the water just below her knees. She loved the water and how enjoyable it felt on her skin. Sara was half tempted to sit down on the patio and keep her feet in the water, but after second thought, thinking she might seem like a child doing this, she went back to the table.

It was a redwood round table with several chairs around it that had nice thick cushions on them. Leaving her sandals off, she sat down with a sigh of relief. They had made it through dinner and so far she hadn’t looked like a fool in front of him. She finished her glass of wine and refilled her drink while she waited on him to come out. She was glad they had eaten, or the wine might have made her tipsy real fast. It was hard to keep her mind off him, he was so different and more mature than many of the men she had met or dated.

As soon as he came out, complimenting her once again, she refilled his glass.

“Thank you, and yes its beautiful, very clear and so many stars in the sky. The pool water is pretty nice too, I couldn’t resist and stepped in a little, just to get my feet wet. Kind of childish I guess, but seems every time I’m around water, I can’t help it.”

She watched as he sat down and seemed to be smiling. She had to wonder if he was always in such a good mood, or was he just on his best behavior for her. She really knew so little about that side of him.

“Gerald, would you mind if I ask you a question?” She waited a moment and then, “How is it someone so handsome, so nice and so wealthy doesn’t have a wife or girlfriend? I don’t mean to offend, I was just curious.”
 
He listened as Sara talked about how beautiful the night was and how great the pool water was. His eyes moved over her legs. They were incredible. The form of her calves and the silkiness of her skin were perfect.

"Well Sara, I am not offended. To answer your question; I have been consumed by my work. From the time I was very young, and I first realized that we had nothing, i was determined to be successful. Now that I have achieved a modest amount of success, I am always afraid that I willl lose it. I am not going back to a place where my mother has to clean multiple houses every day just to keep a roof over my head."

He sat down across the table from Sara. "I am so sorry. That was a lot more than you really wanted to hear, I am sure. To put it simply... as my mother would say, and I am sure she has already said it to you, I am married to my work." He looked into Sara's beautiful eyes, and gave her time to digest it.

"Now, what would you say to a little swim? Do you have a bathing suit with you?"
 
“Don’t be sorry for telling me, Gerald. I honestly can understand exactly what you mean and why you would be married to your work.” She was looking directly in his eyes and spoke softly, with empathy.

She truly understood what he meant as she felt many times focused only on one goal not leaving room for anything else in her own life. It wasn’t that she felt sorry for either of them, just sad that life could be hard on a person in that respect. After now hearing a little of what he was made of, she not only felt a bit closer to him, but also had a lot more respect for him.

“Swim? Did I hear you right, you want to take a swim,” she perked up, smiling brightly at him. “Yes, I brought a bathing suit, although I’d swim in this dress or naked if I didn’t have one. I love the water.” Sara giggled, finished her glass of wine and stood up, swaying just a second before gaining her balance.

“I’ll go up and change and be down in a second,” she said walking away and then turned to him, “You’re coming up to change too, aren’t you, or were you going to swim in the buff?” she teased him, turning back and going upstairs. She could hear him not far behind her as she walked up the stairs.

Once she reached her room, she went in, shutting the door behind her. She could tell the wine was affecting her a bit, but she didn’t mind as she was enjoying herself for the first time in a long while. And from the sound of it, so was Gerald. She quickly slipped off her dress, bra and panties; she had left her sandals by the pool. After tossing her clothes in her hamper, she found her deep orange bikini and put it on. She looked at herself in the mirror and wondered if maybe she should put the one piece on instead. This suit left little to the imagination, just a small strapless top that showed off her breasts extremely well and a small almost thong bikini bottom that pretty much only covered the front of the triangle between her legs, leaving most of the cheeks of her behind bare.

Oh hell, why not show off a bit, besides, it’s dark outside and no one could see, well except Gerald.

And why not let him see her, she thought, she was sure he had seen enough women to know she wouldn’t be the first he saw half naked. The more she thought about it, the more she grew rather excited by the idea of him seeing her like this. So, she decided to keep it on, wrapped a small terry cloth robe around her and went out to the pool.

She refreshed their drinks while she waited on him and when he finally came out, she dropped the robe on the back of her seat. She smiled at him as she walked to the diving board and then dove off into the pool. When she emerged from the other end of the pool she called out to him. “Come on in, the water is fantastic.”
 
Gerald saw her face light up when he mentioned going for a swim. She was so excited she even mentioned skinny-dipping if she didn't have a bathing suit with her. Damn... now he wished she didn't have a bathing suit with her. He would love to see Sara swimming around the pool naked.

Then Sara asked if he was going to swim naked. It must be the wine talking. She wouldn't be like that if she had not been drinking. Well, how would he know that. He had not even met her until that morning, and, only after a nice dinner together, did he know anything at all about her.

Gerald followed Sara up the steps. His eyes were fixed on her ass as it moved so smoothly in the sundress as she walked up the steps. She ducked into her room and closed the door. Then he continued down the hallway to his room. He unbuttoned the shirt and laid it on his bed. His jeans came off and he laid them on top of the shirt. Finally, his boxerbriefs were removed and tossed into a laundry basket.

He found a red bathing suit and pulled it on. He went to his dresser and grabbed a t-shirt, but then thought, "Why? I am going swimming. There is no need for a shirt." So, he folded the shirt and put it back in the drawer. He felt a little uncomfortable in just the bathing suit and no shirt, because he didn't know Sara that well, but what the hell, she would see his body when he took off the shirt to go in the pool.

He walked back downstairs and out to the pool. As he walked onto the patio he saw Sara take off her robe and lay it over the back of the chair. He stopped dead in his tracks. Wow, she looked incredible. That bikini showed off her body even more incredibly than the sundress had. He watched her walk over to the diving board..... wow, look at that ass.... .there wasn't much left to the imagination, and that was just fine with him.

As she dove into the pool, Gerald moved to the edge of the pool. He watched her surface and heard her say, “Come on in, the water is fantastic.” With that, he dove into the pool and swam directly beneath Sara, coming up on the other side of the pool and turning to face her. "You are so right Sara, the water is great."
 
Sara, seeing him come out in his red bathing suit, was admiring every inch of his body without trying to be to conspicuous. How some woman hadn’t snatched him up already was beyond her. Although, per their conversation earlier, he and her were alike as far as dedication to their goals.

She felt him swim below her, the water swirling around her and smiled when he came up to face her. Without thinking, she reached her hand out and wiped the water from his face. His eyes seemed to hold her focus, almost drawing her closer to him.

“This was a great idea, Gerald especially when the water feels so refreshing,” she finally managed to say.

She swam further down to the deep end and floated on her back, gazing up at the stars. Although what she really was thinking about was how hot he looked, especially with his chest bare. It always turned her on to see a well built man walking around without a shirt, just jeans, shorts, bathing suits and of course, nothing at all.

“Do you swim much? I know if I had a pool and the time, I’d probably use it a lot.”

She was still floating on her back, toes wiggling above the water and her breasts out of the water with her nipples hard and now trying to push their way thru the little top she had on. The wine had really relaxed her as did the water, but what it was mostly doing at the present, was making her extremely horny.
 
Gerald felt her hand on his face and it sent chills through him. He watched as Sara swam to the other end of the pool. Damn, it felt nice being here with her. IT was great to have company.... especially company that looked like her.... and that body... damn it looked good in that bikini.

He watched her as she floated on her back. Her breasts above the water. "The water is great. It absolutely feels refresing. Almost the perfect way to end the day. I don't get out here near enough. I do use it a bit, but not as much as I would like to. Of course, if you were out here, it would make me want to come out here more often," he said... flirting with her a little.

He leaned against the side and continued to watch sara floating. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was beautiful. She was sexy. She had an incredible body. All of that and she was staying in his house.

He thought about the situation and he wanted to be careful. He did not want to do anything that would make Sara think she had to do something in order to keep her job. If something happened between them, it would be because they both wanted it to happen.
 
“Of course, if you were out here, it would make me want to come out here more often”

Sara giggled at his compliment and then sunk underwater. She swam to where he was standing and using her hands she gripped his ankles. She then walking up his body like walking up a pool ladder. It didn’t take her long before her head appeared above the water.

“Oh really, you would would you?” she giggled again with her hands now resting on his shoulders. “So that must mean since I’m staying here, we will be doing a lot of swimming.”

His nearness stirred her more than she cared to admit, even with all the talks about him with his mother, after all she had only just met him. She again was drawn to his striking eyes and felt extremely warm in the pit of her belly.

“Gerald, there’s something I’ve been meaning to do ever since we finished dinner.”

She was smiling and then wrapped her arms around his neck and without hesitation, she kissed him full on the lips. “Thank you for this wonderful evening.”

Although the kiss had been short, his lips were sweet from the wine. It had been awhile since she had kissed a man, let alone do anything else.
 
Gerald watched her go underwater and before he knew it he felt her grasp his ankles. She walked her hands up his body, and suddenly she was standing right in front of him... oh, so close. The close proximity was extremely arousing. He had to shift his position to hide his growing arousal.

“So that must mean since I’m staying here, we will be doing a lot of swimming.”

I"I would enjoy spending a lot of time out here swimming with you Sara. This is a perfect place to relax after work." Suddenly she was thanking him and he felt her arms around his neck and her lips on his. They tasted so good. Her sweet lips and the sweetness of the wine were incredible.

He looked in her eyes as she leaned back from him. He wanted to grab her. pull her to him and kiss her hard. He didn't know what to do. Technically she was an employee. However, she had him so aroused. She was so incredibly hot, and she was so close to him.

He allowed his hand to slide down her sides and rest on her hips. He pulled her closer to him.. but did not press her to him. It was his turn, so, he kissed her sweet lips... softly at first. Then the kiss took on more passion.
 
She immediately felt tingly all over when his hands moved down her body to rest on her hips. When he kissed her lightly, she was not surprised, but as his kiss deepened her arousal heightened. Sara melted and leaned her body against his, the very touch of his skin against hers was overwhelming. With their tongues exploring, her fingers were busy toying with his hair behind his neck.

He felt so good to her, she didn’t care whether it was the wine or not being with anyone for a long time. He had awoken something in her that she had long forgotten. She moved her arms through his so that she could wrap them around him and run her fingers gently up and down his back. She was also becoming very aware that even her nipples were excited by the feel of his chest as she pressed against him.

“Gerald maybe we should stop….” she had started to say when she broke the kiss to catch her breath. But looking in his eyes, the thought of stopping was gone as soon as the words were out of her mouth. She returned her lips to his, returning to their passionate kiss while hands still on his back.

Look at me, I’m like a silly school girl who can’t get enough and with my employer at that….My employer…boss….I’m the housekeeper maybe we should stop….but damn, he’s already gotten me so excited….
 
He reveled in the kiss as it got hotter. He loved her lips on his. His hands stayed on her hips. Then she broke the kiss and said that maybe they should stop. Before he could comment, her lips were back on his.

While they continued to kiss his mind was on what she said. Perhaps she was right. Maybe they should stop. Maybe this wasn't right. He broke the kiss and looked at her. Damn... he wanted her so bad, but it was obvious she was having second thoughts... as was he.

"Maybe you are right Sara. Maybe we shouldn't do this. We just met. It has been an incredible evening. Maybe we should leave it at that."

he looked into her eyes. He was so used to being in control and here he was looking at this beautiful woman in the pool with him for confirmation that he was making the right decision. He was, wasn't he. Shouldn't he slow it down? But... he didn't want to... he wanted Sara.
 
“Yes, it has been a wonderful evening,” she agreed unable to look away from his eyes.

Now he was suggesting they stop and it was probably the right decision. It wouldn’t look good if she were to rush to bed with him the first night they met. What would he think of her; he might even fire her for being so promiscuous. Besides, she did work for him and his mother and she was sure if news got out that Gerald was seeing the housekeeper, well that wouldn’t sit right in their social circle.

Damn, she didn’t want to stop, he had aroused her so much, but she couldn’t change the fact that she worked for him. Not that she considered him better than her, but these types of relationships can get pretty hairy.

“Maybe we should end the evening like this,” she said softly before brushing her lips across his. “Besides, it’s not like I won’t be around for some time and you did promise more swimming.”

She slowly moved away from him, not really wanting to, but finally got out of the pool. She put her robe on and sat back down in the chair to let herself dry off and finish her wine. She also wanted to get at least another peek at his body.
 
Gerald had said it but he didn't really mean it. He wanted to see her reaction, and it wasn't what he expected, but it was an honorable reaction. He watched as she walked across the pool deck..... damn she looked good.

He swam to the deep end, and then back to the shallow end trying to allow his arousal to decline. He stood in the shallow end for a couple of minutes before getting out of the pool.

He walked over to the cabana and grabbed a couple of towels. He walked over to where Sara was sitting, now with her robe on. He sat one towel on the table and used the other one to dry his hair and then his body. He said nothing... verbally anyway, but his eyes on her said a lot.

He loved the way she looked. He smiled as he looked at her as he toweled off. "Would you like more wine Sara? I certainly would."
 
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