I could hear his footsteps down the hall making his way to my bedroom. With every step, my heart raced. No other person had the effect that Julio had on me. From the moment Daddy hired him to be a month ago after I returned from college, I wanted him. And who could blame me, everything about him just exudes sex, hot steamy sex. With his 6,5-foot frame with olive skin and with an athletic build, one could easily assume he played professional football. Apparently, he played the wide receiver while he was at Stanford. An injury forced him to give up his dreams of joining the NFL and so decided to join the Marine Crop instead. I know because I read his file.
He looked good in the suits he wore to work, you could tell he works out and I would imagine just how he looked naked. Since I decided to take some time off to decide what I wanted to do during my break from college, I had a lot of free time on my hands. My days included shopping with my girls or helping my godmother with her various charities, my nights involved me having steamy dreams of what crazy things I would do to Julio. I would lay in bed picturing him in between my thighs lathering me with his tongue for hours on end while I played with my clit.
The knock on the door jolted me from my daydream. 'Miss Cameron?" "Miss Cameron are you awake?" Julio asked through the door, I got out of bed and went to the door.
I didn't care that I had a pair of boy shorts panties on with a tank top. I knew my nipples were hard and were visible through my top and I didn't care. My panties were damp from my excitement but I didn't care if he could see or smell my arousal. Security had been beefed up for the entire extended family since one of my cousins had suffered a kidnapping scare and I was glad I got to have Julio watching me. I enjoyed teasing him like this, and I had a feeling he enjoyed playing along.
I opened the door and saw him catch his breath for a quick second while his eyes drank all of me in. He coughs nervously before composing himself then giving me that look that just makes my nipples even harder. "Good morning, Miss Cameron," he says.
"How many times have I told you not to call me that Julio, just call me Cameron' I said walking into my room very slowly also taking the time to look back at him over my left shoulder.
I watch him shake his head and simile showing off his dimples. "I can't do that Miss Cameron' he says.
"I won't tell if you don't Juilo" I say to him coyly as I lean on my desk.'
"Would we be going a trip to Langley today for some shopping or driving you to a date with another little boy who thinks he knows what's he's doing"? He says walking into the room straight at me.
This peaks my attention, this is the first time he had broken the façade of being unaffected, "And what do you know about that Julio"? at that point he's standing right in front of me, he slowly drinks me in with his eyes.
He stretches out his right hand to grab my chin and rubs my bottom lip using his thumb "One of these days baby girl, I'll be downstairs when you are ready." he says and walks out of my bedroom.
The rest of the day was filled with so much tension, I could barely contain myself especially shopping at Langley Street. While trying on some swimsuits, I asked him "to come into the changing room to help me tie the top".
