Chapter Two-Antiquities
He was standing by the door, dressed in almost the same outfit that was equally as revealing. A white tank top, short, tiny jogging shorts that clung to his cock and balls like Saran Wrap, and short white socks and sneakers.
"I also have to wear the same outfit as you Macy, when we work in there. When you see the collection you will understand. There are documents in there that are literally thousands of years old and any fiber contamination can destroy them without me even realizing it."
"I don't mind, it fits you well," I said checking out his beautiful package.
I was a flirt sometimes and confident in my sexuality which was extraordinarily high and I wasn't above going after what I wanted when I wanted it. It turned me on being a flirt and more than a bit slutty once I was comfortable.
"Follow me, Macy," he said walking ahead with a lithe, panther-like gait that showed his beautiful ass to me as he walked away down the hall. His legs were chiseled and toned, like a runner's, long and lean and his ass was like a Greek Statue, firm and round. He had a soft layer of dirty blond hair on his legs and a powerful V shape to his back and firm defined shoulders and arms. He was incredible. Man, it was going to be hard to control myself around him. I could already visualize myself down on my knees, slipping those shorts aside and swallowing every beautiful inch into my willing mouth.
We got to the antiquities room and he explained how it worked. We had to step into an anti-chamber that was vacuum sealed. Once the door shut, a light wind blew through that disinfected our skin and clothing again. Then the door to the antiquities room opened and we took a case from the anti-chamber that contained what we needed to clean. George explained that it would need cleaning once every two weeks but it would take hours and the other three days would be spent on the house, as he wanted me there twice a week. I nodded and he explained that today, he would do the cleaning and then have me assist him and finally do a few things on my own. We would do this together until he felt I could do it on my own.
The space we were working in was very cramped and the humidity was very high. It didn't take long before I was sweating. George was a good teacher and he really took his time explaining everything and showing me how to clean these priceless artifacts. Some were extremely old and from all corners of the world which was equally fascinating and intimidating knowing that l was working with items worth millions of dollars. He never brought that fact up he just taught me their story and that made me appreciate the value even more. A couple of times we bumped up against each other and I felt his lithe and sexy body against mine. It wasn't awkward at all as we just smiled and kept working. We finished about five hours later and I was exhausted and needed a shower badly. George asked me if wanted to go swimming. I was so hot that I didn't hesitate. "I'd love to but I don't have a bathing suit."
"Well if it's okay with you, your outfit is great for swimming in. The material is amazing and will dry quickly, so you'll feel comfortable I think."
"Sounds good to me, let's do it."
"I'll get some towels and we can go through the back."
His pool, like the rest of the house, was incredible it was surrounded by tropical plants with lounge chairs all around. There was a waterfall at one large concrete end, big enough to swim under a diving board, a waterfall, and a huge slide. It was amazing. You could swim right into the hot tub through a tunnel from the pool. George took off his tank top and dove right in.
I look off mine and followed him The water felt amazing and the outfit was very comfortable to swim, in we sat on the loungers after having a nice drink, together.
"I don't want to suggest anything that would make you uncomfortable Macy, but if you take your shorts and shirt off, they'll dry quickly and you won't have to sit in wet clothes."
"If it's okay with you, I wouldn't mind," I said smiling at him. Gosh, he was beautiful.
"I don't mind at all. Macy, I want you to feel comfortable and enjoy the comforts of my home. I've worked hard to build this place and I like sharing it."
I slipped out of the tiny boy shorts, that felt like rare silk and hung them on the fence to dry beside my tank top. Oddly I wasn't that conscious at all, even though I was wearing nothing but a black bra, that was so tight, my tits were bulging. It was a funny feeling. It felt incredibly comfortable and yet it was tight, like a corset in the effect it had on my 36 D's. I loved my tits and really enjoyed the feeling of them bulging out, firm and tight in this beautiful bra. My cunt was swathed in the delicious material of the thong that seemed to caress my sweet lips every time I moved. It was so sensual. Cleaning around George all day and watching him move with such assuredness and confident masculinity had me so horny and worked up. We both dove in and laughing splashed around and played in the soothing waters. He was a lot of fun to be around and I was very comfortable, swimming with him, in my bra and thong. I didn't feel anything but aroused. We got out and he handed me a nice big towel, staring at my tits as he wrapped it around my shoulders.
I laid down on the chaise lounge and thought about how wonderful it was to work somewhere where I was appreciated and very well paid.
George brought me a drink and laid down in the chair beside me.
"What's this?"
