Wayne Reed felt a familiar stirring in his jeans as he pulled into his garage. Like Pavlov's dog, it was almost a standard ritual every Saturday morning. For years, his weekends were pretty much the same routine. Up at sunrise for a round of golf, a short workout at the club, followed by a light breakfast, then home to his office over the garage to work. Being an architect, his workdays were fairly loose, but almost always filled with deadlines and the mild pressure of business ownership. Saturdays, though, he looked forward to. Saturdays were the days that Terri came over to the house to babysit...
Jenny, his wife of six years also had her own business. A small flower and gift shop in the city that did quite well, although she worked most Saturdays, and often had to go in on Sundays for at least part of the day. And because they both worked so much they had decided two years ago, to hire a young girl from the neighborhood to come in three times a week to clean and organize the house.
Terri was a wonderfully energetic and positive minded girl. She'd just turned eighteen this past summer and was one of the most popular girls in her school. She was very caring and thoughtful when it came to young Zach, and the Reeds simply loved her. Although Wayne saw a side of Terri that was well hidden from his wife.
From the day he'd hired her, Wayne had seen a side of Terri that made his blood boil. At first he thought it was his imagination, and because of her age, he kept his emotions and reactions firmly in check. But as time went on, it became quite obvious that young Terri was working quite hard on becoming the queen of tease...
Terri was the perfect picture of loveliness. Long legs that were most often shown off in the short shorts she preferred, perfect breasts, high and firm, that in the last year seemed to have blossomed fully, and a face that made men stop in their tracks and stare. High cheekbones, full pouty lips and eyes that could melt ice were deliciously framed with shiny chestnut hair that draped long and full over her shoulders. The girl was definitely model material.
In fact, it was Wayne's comment on that very thing one hot summer afternoon two months ago that began his odyssey...
He'd come home as usual, around nine o'clock. Jenny had already left for work, and Terri was in the kitchen, cleaning up from the party they'd had the night before. She smiled cheerily as Wayne came in through the patio.
"Hi Mr. Reed..." she said brightly, turning to face him.
"Good Morning, Terri..." Wayne replied. "Everything okay?"
"Just great...Zach's still sleeping so I thought I'd clean up a little before I fix his breakfast."
Wayne smiled his approval and poured himself a cup of coffee. Standing at the patio door, he sipped his drink and looked over the pool and the back yard, trying to get his mind focused on the work he had to get to. Then turning his gaze to the kitchen he watched Terri as she methodically puttered around. The sun streaming in through the windows lit her hair like a halo and illuminated her face. He was struck by her natural beauty and let his eyes wander over her.
The shorts she wore were tight and short, molding her perfect ass, and the white T-shirt she wore, although loose and flowing, seemed to accent her breasts ever more than if it had been tight.
"Have you ever considered modeling, Terri" he said conversationally, leaning against the door jamb. He sipped his coffee, looking over the top of his cup as Terri turned and grinned at him. "A few times..." she giggled. "My boyfriend said I should try out for some modeling jobs in the city, but I don't know....Do you think I have the face for it?"
She leaned back against the sink as she spoke, smiling as she wiped her hands on a dishtowel. Wayne grinned in spite of himself at her question. "Oh yeah..." he said with a chuckle, "You definitely have the face for it..." He couldn't stop his eyes from drifting quickly over her body before returning to her face. "You have the face...and everything else... I can't imagine any agency in town not signing you the moment you walked in their doors..." He walked over to the sink and placed his cup in it. "You should think about it..."
When he looked up at Terri, he saw she was looking at him with a new expression on her face. Like she was surprised that some one like Wayne would see her that way. He grinned at her naivete and turned towards the dining room.
"I'd better get up to the office or I won't get a thing done today..." he said. "I'll talk to you later..." He turned and left the kitchen. Work was only half of the reason for his swift departure. His cock was starting to grow in his pants as he talked with the babysitter. That innocent beauty was definitely a turn-on for him. A turn-on that he felt should definitely be put out of his mind. He was twice her age and definitely not in a position to pursue a relationship with a high school girl! He chuckled to himself for his nasty thoughts and walked upstairs to his office.
That somewhat innocent conversation actually was a turning point in Wayne's relationship with Terri. Not that anything happened, right away, at any rate, but Terri's demeanor definitely changed. In fact, later that very morning, Terri appeared at his office door with a fresh cup of coffee for him. Wayne thanked her and smiled as she walked over and set it on his desk. He thought that she was moving a bit differently, and her eyes were particularly bright and lively. What really made him catch his breath, though, was the sight of her nipples pressing against her T-shirt as she set his cup on his desk.
Had she been wearing a bra earlier? He couldn't remember for sure, although it would have been hard to miss. And hadn't her t-shirt been bloused out and loose in the kitchen? It was now tucked tightly into her shorts, pulling it tightly over her breasts and nipples, making them stand out like beacons. In spite of his previous resolve, he felt his cock growing once more in his pants. Getting hold of himself, Wayne managed to tear his eyes away from her breasts. Terri stood beside his desk, smiling at him and looking him in the eye. He knew that she must have noticed him staring at her pert tits, but her eyes showed not a bit of reproach.