Pool time

He disappeared to let me change...they had a outdoor shower and changing room which is where I went. It didn’t take long to change into my tiny bikini set. There was a mirror in their and I looked at it critically. God I was fucking hot! It seems horribly narcissistic but every time I looked in the mirror I was surprised by how hot I was. I examined myself from head to toe...surprised to find no imperfections...for the millionth time. I had a long narrow willowy figure which made me look very graceful...but then there were two areas where it looked like the curve fairy had visited daily in my teens. Now i have the perkiest natural 32DD breasts you’ve ever seen and small flaring hips sporting perfectly round ass.

And you can just imagine was a tiny white bikini does to my body! I stepped out of the changing room and walked to the deck chairs...momentarily i was distracted by what a lovely day it was before my compulsion to carry out my orders returned.

Brian isn’t here...I can’t show of my skin unless he joins me out here.

So I walked past the pool and and into the house we knew so well. The pool doors led to the kitchen and as I padded in on bare feet I could hear typing on a keyboard from Mr Hobb’s study.

I walked to the entrance and saw him taking up twice the width of the swivel chair he sat on typing away at something.

I coughed to get his attention. “Brian?”

He turned around surprised by the sound. When he saw me he gulped and licked his lips nervously and looked away again.

“Uh...yes Vicky...something you need?”

“I just thought you may want to join me? Its such a lovely day outside!”

“I just...I just don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable…”

“Hey...we’re both adults….and if you accidently happen to look at my body while we’re out there I’m certainly not going to hold it against you….beside….it gets lonely outside I’d love to have some company...we can catch up!’

He looked up over his shoulder, his eyes unable to stop scanning my nearly naked body.

‘Ok….I’m sorry in advance if I do look to much…’

‘Like I said...don’t worry about it!’

And with that I turned to walk back to the pool with Mr Hobbs in tow. It was quite a long corridor from the study and as I walked along I could feel his eyes staring at my peachy ass. I would have wiggled away...tried to hide it but still no control this was so humilating!

l knowing he was currently eyeballing me whiel I was helpless to cover up was cringeworthy.

So I lay down on a lounger and he sat in one of the seats facing me….his big belly resting unseemingly on his upper legs. So we sat and chatted......I had to just sit back and endure it. The command to flirt was lucky quite mild and with a little goes a long way so smiling at what he was saying and appearing interested seemed enough.

He was semi-retired now...and taking it easy. He had a quite life after his wife left him (who can blame her!) playing golf seemed to be his major hobby...how terribly dull. And I told him all about my life...how great it was being a major corporate figure...about all the great holidays I’d been on. I was actually finding the conversation ok, a little boring...but basically i’d chatted to him in the past had times of fondness however brief. But the thing I had no control over was his staring or my inability to stop it.

At first it was just subtle glances...never spending more than a few seconds on my breasts or legs before redirecting his attention to my face. What I wanted to do was storm off...or at least glare...but instead I found myself playing along! When he’d stare at my large breasts I’d find myself casually stretching to show them off or when he stared at my legs I’d stretch them out and point my toes as if I was idly checking them for something.

And with this reaction he gained confidence as we spoke. He realised that maybe everything i’d been saying about not minding him looking was true. By the end of it was talking to my tits half the time!

However eventually the two hours was up and with my orders complete I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there!

“Thanks for hanging out with me Brian...we should do it again sometime!”

“You’re going?!...You could stay a little longer?”

“I’m sorry...got some stuff I need to do! Laters!”

I practically ran into the house to change and left the house without saying a further goodbye….Do this again sometime! Really! Tsk!