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want to.”
    His eyes widened. I saw it—the flash of heat in his eyes. I was feeling brave, a little charged by that burning flicker of need so I said, “There’s a lot more stuff I’d like to do. Stuff I’d like to try.”
    “Really?”
    I pulled off my undershirt, yanking it up over my head. He watched, saying nothing, just gripping his briefcase in his hand. After I had the shirt off I balled it up and took my time running it over my chest and down my stomach. His eyes followed my every move. I knew because I watched him—watched him watching me.
    “Well, I hope you get time. Time to try that stuff.” His voice sounded thick—potent.
    He shifted the briefcase over his lap. I knew why. I’d made him hard. Looking at me had made him hard. My cock was rising too. Thickening. Engorging. Not a full on boner. But noticeable—if you were looking.
    Heart thumping. I took the shirt and rubbed again. Down my stomach and a little over the growing bulge in my khakis.
    He watched. I saw him swallow. His neck clench. His jaw tighten. “Well then Jacob. We’d both better get back to work.”
    “Yes Mr. D.” I shook out my shirt and pulled it back over my head as I watched him get in the car and pull out of the driveway. I stood watching him leave, both heart and cock thumping. Not sure what exactly I’d just done. What I’d started.
    After he was gone I got straight back into it, working hard—muscles burning—trying to work off the need that our brief conversation had ignited. I’d finished, packed up the truck and was ready to spend my lunch break on a cold shower at home, but I had one more thing to do. When I turned back to the house with the monthly invoice in hand she was waiting for me. Dressed in a robe. Not naked underneath this time. I could see the black straps of a swim suit.
    “Jacob. You look hot.” She was carrying an icy glass of liquid with a lemon slice floating on top.
    “Thanks Mrs. D.” I took the glass from her and knocked it back in one gulp. It was lemonade. Not too sweet. Good and cold, with a nice bite. Just the way I liked it.
    I handed her back the empty glass and the invoice. Our hands touched briefly. The quick swipe of her fingers against mine hit me like an electric shock.
    “It’s hot out here today,’ she said.
    “Yes it is ma’am”
    She shook her head, “Please, call me Alissa.”
    I shook my head back at her, “I don’t know if I can Mrs. D.”
    She laughed. The sunlight hit her red curls from behind and made it seem as if she wore a red gold halo. “OK then, Mrs. D it is. No ma’am. It makes me feel too old.”
    “You’re not old. You’re beautiful.”
    She laughed again. Touching my arm briefly. “Oh Jacob. You’re wonderful. Thank you. You’ve just made my day. Maybe I can help you.”
    “Help me?” My voice cracked, like a twelve year old boy.
    “With the heat. You look so hot. I’m about to go for a swim. Why don’t you join me?”
    “Oh, no I can’t. No suit.”
    “Boxers or Briefs?”
    “What?”
    “What do you have on under there? Are you wearing boxers or briefs?” She motioned to my khaki pants and I it took all of my will to stop my cock from jumping up to meet her hand. I tried to think about what kind of underwear I’d put on that morning and when I remembered I finally answered, “Boxer Briefs.”
    Sweeping back the curls from her eyes she smiled and said, “Perfect. They’re practically a swimsuit anyway. Come join me.” She took my hand and lead me to the front door. I stopped on the doormat and she looked back at me confused.
    “I’m too dirty to go through the house.”
    She looked me up and down nodded her head and said, “OK. Then go down the side. You know the way.”
    When I got around back she was already there. She’d stripped off the robe and was standing near the steps of the pool in her swim suit. It was a halter neck. Black tank top and tiny little panties that tied in bows at the sides. It suited her curves. Made