For the next few weeks I did everything I could for my boss, making his working life as easy as possible. He seemed to notice my hemlines getting shorter, and my tops becoming more revealing. Mr Silver was too much of a gentleman to ogle me openly. Unlike the doctor who helped me after the death of my uncle. I might tell you more about that later, besides, I'm sure you are far more interested in knowing how I was going to get my boss to make the first move. 3 weeks after his return from his break, I had somehow managed to drive into a ditch in the middle of nowhere. It was just after 11.30 at night when I called my hero. I stood by the side of my car letting the rain soak my pink top. I wasn't wearing a bra, and I knew my top had gone see-through.
"God Amy, what happened?"
"I skidded off the road, I, I swerved to avoid a deer or something," I stammered.
"I can't do anything to get the car out now. My house is just a couple of miles away. I'll take you there and you can dry off."
At that point his eyes dropped to my hard dark nipples. He gulped a little and looked away. He took off his rain coat and put it round my shoulders. Again his eyes dropped to my nipples. I was well aware he could see the glint of gold from my nipple ring. I sat back in the seat of his Bentley, running my fingers over the leather. I kept thanking him on the way to my new home. He took me up to one of the guest rooms and I had a shower. I came downstairs carrying my wet clothes, wearing the white towelling robe he had left on the bed for me.
"Thank you sir, I don't know what I would have done without you," I grovelled.
"Look it is about time you started calling me Harris. Now I've phoned William the guy from the garage down the road. He'll get your car sorted first thing in the morning."
He handed me a brandy and I gave him my pile of wet clothes to put over the drier. I saw a little glance at my tiny blue panties that I had placed on the top of the pile. I smiled as he took the pile into the kitchen. I sipped my brandy knowing he was hanging my clothes on the drier. He would have to handle my panties. Would he inspect them noting how transparent they were? Would he be tempted to run his fingers over the crotch area, or would he just hold them to his nose and inhale deeply!
I knelt by the chair in front of the coal fire. I made sure the robe was open at the top a little more than it should have been. He would know that I was completely naked under the robe. Would this get his mind racing with thoughts of seducing me? I smiled a little shyly as he came back into the lounge.
"You are still shaking, are you cold?"
Now it was time to turn on the water works. I let my tears fall silently for a few seconds. I looked up at him with little girl lost eyes.
"It just jumped out in front of me. I, I thought I was going to die. I'm sorry I phoned you, I don't wish to be any trouble."
He was knelt in front of me now cuddling me. I clung to him and added a little sobbing to the tears. His hand rubbed over my back in a soothing gesture.
"Amy, I think you should stay the night and relax. It is Saturday tomorrow. I have to go into work for a few hours but stay here. When I get back we'll have lunch and hopefully your car should be ready by then."
"Sir, I don't want to be any trouble," I sobbed.
He pushed me back by the shoulders and as he did the robe opened even more. I could feel the heat from the fire on my left nipple. Harris glanced down and I knew without looking he could see my gold nipple ring, and the nipple it was secured to. I pretended not to notice, even when I felt him pulling the robe together. He coughed clearing his throat.
"Maybe we should go, go to bed," he stammered.
I nodded thinking to myself, yes please! But I knew he didn't mean together.
I stood outside the door to my room. I looked up into his eyes. I moved closer and stretched up. I kissed his cheek slowly and softly.
"Thank you sir, I mean Harris."
He nodded and looked a little uneasy. I opened the door and looked back over my shoulder. I gave him a little coy smile. As I turned to close the door he was still watching me, or rather the robe that fell open as I slackened the belt, once again his eyes dropped to my nipple ring as I closed the door.
I made him breakfast before he got up. I was still in the robe with nothing else underneath. My clothes were in the corner of the kitchen on the drier. My panties spread over the top rail.
"Oh Amy, you shouldn't have bothered doing this."
I smiled brightly at him. I gestured to the chair and put a cooked breakfast in front of him. I buttered toast and then poured coffee. He stopped chewing to watch me as I put his morning paper down.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked.
"Not bad considering what happened with the fox."
"Fox, I thought you said it was a deer?"
I swallowed turning back to the sink.
"It could have been either, it happened so fast. Sir, do you want me to come to the office with you?"
"No Amy, stay here, and later we'll see how your car is coming along. Go back to bed I'll be home around 12 or so."
I went up to the master bedroom and cuddled into my soon to be husband's pillow. I grinned satisfied to myself. I turned the photo of his wife and kids face down on the bedside cabinet. Soon my photo would be in its place! I fingered myself for a while wondering if Harris had thought about coming into my room in the night. Maybe he would have opened the door to catch me sleeping. Would he have gazed on my naked body and touched himself? He would have seen me lying naked on the bed. I did it just in case he did wander to my room. I could feel myself getting wetter as I slipped a second finger into my pussy. Harris should have just crawled between my legs. I'm sure his tongue would have made me wet enough for him to enter me. I would then open my eyes as his cock slipped into me for the first time. He would tell me how he couldn't wait any longer. He had wanted me the first time he saw me. He would tell me he was glad his wife was gone, and that already he loved me more than he ever loved her! I imagined his slow rhythm building faster and faster. I would have orgasm after orgasm, as he got so very carried away. He would finally shoot deep into my willing pouting pussy. He would pull out and kiss me lovingly, and then go back to his room and realise I was the right girl for him, and he would have to marry me as soon as possible!
I was up and dressed by 11.30. I spent the time waiting for Harris, exploring his house. I found pictures of his dead parents hanging in his study. I wondered what they would make of his wife to be. I stuck my tongue out at the painting of his wife which hung over the fireplace. That would be gone soon, along with clothes that she hadn't bothered to take. I looked out across the fields at the back of the house, the same view that Kathy had looked at so many times. Still she was gone now, the view would just be a fading memory to her. But to me it was new and exciting. I went for one last visit to his bedroom. It was then I could smell a faint whiff of my perfume. The perfume I had sprayed on myself this morning. I opened the window further and left the room to air out for a while. Harris came home and showered.
"Amy, can you come up here a moment?" he called.
I went upstairs and there he was standing in his room.
"Amy, did you come in here today?"
I shook my head. He pointed to the picture of his wife and kids still face down on his bedside cabinet. I gulped a little, and then I moved to the window and pulled it closed. He gave a little relieved smile.
"The wind must have blown it over," he said.
