Much to the dismay of people that knew me, at twenty-five I had just moved in with the sexiest woman I'd ever dated. She stood five-three, had an athletic one hundred and thirty-five pound frame that she worked hard to keep in shape, a set of 36 D tits, an ass that was perfect from all the squats she did and legs that were strong yet supple. Her blonde hair framed her features attractively and her blue eyes were so blue they were haunting. We dated for two months before she asked me to live with her. Dating her wasn't exactly making me popular with people that knew me. Being twenty-five and dating a forty-six year old cougar was fun but when I moved in with her my friends questioned what I was doing and my family thought I had lost my mind.
Sitting down, on a Sunday evening, we were done getting me moved in. The house was big. She owned a nice ranch house outside of town. It had a rustic look with the log cabin style finish and the inside was modernized. There was enough room that I could have a work space, a private office of my own to work on writing. It was my dream job. Having finished school I had to take a job to make ends meet and hadn't been able to focus on what I really wanted to do, on my dream.
The offer was not without its' speed bumps. Laurie was a very detail orientated person. I was seeing why she was single, or at least I thought so.
Before we moved in together, she presented me with her list of rules. It actually was, a list, printed out on paper that she wanted me to sign after I read through them. When she told me I could have a year or so to work on writing, take care of the house and the grounds and earn a regular pay check all at the same time I would be living with her I was surprised. Laurie made it seem all so pragmatic, she'd save a little on hiring out the mowing, give me a chance to have a real try at writing and have her guy with her.
All I had to do was agree to her list. From my perspective, hot girl friend, a job, a great place to live and an income. Why would I not sign it?
"So," Laurie smiled as I signed the dotted line. "You're good with the agreement."
"Yes, I'm good with it." I smiled at her as I sat back in the chair.
"Starting tomorrow you know everything that's expected from you."
"Taking care of the yard work and exterior, working out daily and staying in the kind of shape you like, submitting to your desires, which is the fun part and spending my free time, at least forty hours a week, working on my novel," I listed off the key points.
It seems you understand the basics, she told me.
"Yes, I think so."
"And you understand that submitting to my desires means if I desire it, you have to do it?" she asked.
I couldn't wait. This was the sexiest part of her. She was a slightly dominant woman and it meant I was along for a ride. After three years of working my way through school, busting my ass, life all looked more simple this way. Somebody else was going to make more of the decisions.
"Absolutely," I told her.
"Alright," she smiled at me as she leaned in for a kiss.
"Starting tomorrow, unless you have to go somewhere or do something outside that would be unsafe, you will stay nude as long as you're here."
What? I thought it in my head as she said it. Surely she wasn't serious. How could she expect me to stay nude whenever I was at the ranch? How did she expect me to get anything done? Was this actually covered in the agreement? I flipped through the twelve page agreement I had just signed. On page nine it actually says 'Shall only wear those items as necessary, when necessary for legal reasons or safety reasons, to be determined by Laurie Quinn'.
What had I agreed to?
"Well, you're going to follow through with this, correct?" she asked, running her hand up my thigh.