first day

John stood awkwardly in Becca’s foyer, his clothes smeared with mud from the rush to her house. The government had announced the lockdown only hours before, and he barely made it out of his apartment before his neighbourhood was marked as one of the infected areas. Becca, his boss, had been the one to offer him a place to stay.

"You can’t stay in your apartment," she had said with a smile, her voice filled with genuine concern but carrying that sultry edge she always had. "Come stay with me until this blows over. I have more than enough room."

Now, here he was, standing in her elegant home, feeling slightly embarrassed at how dirty he had gotten during his dash to safety. Becca eyed him up and down, her gaze lingering a little longer than necessary.

"John," she said softly, stepping closer, "why don’t you hit the shower? You look like you’ve been through a war zone." Her lips curled into a teasing smile. "I’ll get your things sorted."

John nodded gratefully, oblivious to the way her eyes flickered with something more than simple hospitality. "Thanks, Becca. I appreciate it."

As he headed toward the guest bathroom, Becca couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement. She had always found John attractive, though he was younger and never seemed to notice her subtle advances. But now, they were going to be locked down together—for three months. She grinned, biting her lip at the thought. This could be fun.

While John showered, Becca busied herself around the house, but her curiosity got the better of her. She walked quietly to the bathroom door, slightly ajar. She couldn’t resist; she peeked in.

Her breath caught in her throat. John stood under the stream of water, the droplets cascading over his fit but unremarkable body, toned just enough to show he worked out occasionally. But what drew her attention was lower. She hadn’t expected… that. Her eyes widened in surprise, and a smirk tugged at her lips. His dick was impressive, even soft, it hung heavy between his thighs, larger than she had anticipated for someone so otherwise unassuming.

Becca bit her lip, her mind racing. She had planned to be hospitable, but now? The idea of spending three months with him under her roof had taken on an entirely new meaning.

She slipped away quietly before John could notice, her pulse racing as she retreated to her bedroom. Oh, yes, this lockdown could be exactly what she needed.

A few minutes later, John emerged from the bathroom, clean and freshly dressed in a spare towel she’d left for him.

"Feel better?" she asked, leaning against the kitchen counter, her eyes glinting with playful interest. She was in a silky robe now, the neckline just low enough to hint at the curves beneath.

John nodded, running a hand through his wet hair. "A lot better, thanks. You really saved me back there, Becca."

"Don’t mention it," she replied, her voice dripping with sweetness. "We’re going to be stuck here together for a while, so we might as well get comfortable."

John smiled awkwardly, completely unaware of her thoughts. "Yeah, about that… thanks again for letting me stay."

Becca smiled and walked closer, her robe parting just enough to reveal more skin. "Oh, John," she purred, resting a hand on his arm, "there’s no need to thank me. I’m sure we’ll find ways to pass the time."

As the evening set in, Becca poured two glasses of wine, the rich crimson liquid swirling in her glass as she handed one to John. Her fingers lingered on his hand a moment longer than necessary, her eyes catching his with a mischievous glint. She looked like she was toying with him, but John wasn’t sure. His heart raced, his nerves on edge from the sudden intimacy.

The wine flowed freely, loosening his nerves while Becca’s seductive energy filled the room. She wasn’t exactly subtle. Each movement, each glance, each brush of her hand was intentional. As they sat on the couch, her robe slid off her shoulders slightly, revealing the smooth curve of her milky skin. John tried not to stare, but it was impossible to ignore. The heat in his body rose with every passing minute.

"So, John," she said softly, her voice low and sultry, "I’m sure you’ve never been in a situation like this before. Locked away with your boss for months… No distractions… No interruptions…" She took a sip of wine, her eyes locked on his as her tongue slowly slid across her lips, savoring the taste. "What are you going to do with all this… free time?"

John’s throat was dry. He didn’t know what to say, his arousal bubbling to the surface with every suggestive word she spoke. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, painfully aware of how tight the towel around his waist had become.

"I—uh—I guess we’ll figure something out," he stammered, trying to sound casual, but his voice cracked slightly.

Becca laughed softly, her hand drifting over to his thigh. "Oh, I’m sure we will." She let her fingers linger there, tracing slow, lazy circles that made his skin tingle.

John’s mind raced. This was his boss. This was Becca. The 35-year-old woman who always carried herself with such confidence and grace in the office, but now… Now she was something else entirely. Seductive. Intoxicating. Unapologetically direct. She wasn’t holding back, and he didn’t know how to react. His body was betraying him; his arousal was undeniable, his cock straining against the towel.

Becca’s eyes flickered down, noticing the obvious bulge, and she smirked. "You’re awfully quiet, John," she teased, her fingers trailing further up his thigh. "I expected more conversation from you… but it looks like something else has your attention."

John swallowed hard, unsure how to respond. He wasn’t used to this kind of situation—hell, he wasn’t used to any kind of situation like this. He’d never had someone like Becca come onto him so strongly. But part of him didn’t want to resist. He didn’t want to stop her, even if his mind was telling him to be careful. His body craved her touch, his desire overwhelming any sense of hesitation.

Becca, sensing his hesitation and growing excitement, slowly stood up. Her robe slipped off completely, falling to the floor with a whisper. John’s breath caught in his throat as he finally got a good look at her naked body.

She was stunning. Petite, standing at just 5'2", but perfectly proportioned in every way that mattered. Her skin was smooth and creamy, the kind of pale that glowed in the dim light of the room. Her breasts, though not overly large, were perfectly shaped, her B-cup tits round and firm, nipples already hardened by the cool air and her own arousal. And her hips… wide, with a beautifully rounded, chubby ass that made her look soft and inviting, despite her slim frame from Pilates. She didn’t have defined muscles, but her body was toned just right. Fit, but still feminine, with curves that drew the eye and made John’s mouth dry.

She was stunning—and she knew it.

"You’ve never really looked at me like this before, have you, John?" she asked, her voice dripping with teasing seduction. She stepped closer, her breasts at eye level, close enough for him to reach out and touch if he dared. "You always thought of me as your boss. The strict one. The one who keeps everything in line. But now…" Her fingers slipped under the towel around his waist, and with a tug, it fell away. "Now, I think we’re going to get to know each other a lot better."

John’s cock sprang free, fully erect, and Becca’s eyes widened slightly as she admired him. "Well, well…" she purred, her fingers lightly trailing down his chest, then lower. "I guess you were hiding something impressive all this time, weren’t you?"

He didn’t respond. He couldn’t. His mind was fogged with lust, overwhelmed by the sight of her standing naked in front of him, her hand so close to his throbbing cock that he could barely stand it.

"I didn’t think of you as much of a fuck, to be honest," Becca admitted, her voice playful as she straddled his lap, her bare skin pressing against his. "You always seemed so shy… such a goody two-shoes." Her lips grazed his ear, her breath hot against his skin. "But now that I’ve seen what you’ve been hiding down here… I think we’re going to have a lot more fun than I thought."