Chapter 2

The following morning Chris was up early and outside to work on his car. When he saw Dr. Redmond's car sitting in their driveway he smiled. His dad had reminded him at breakfast this morning that he was supposed to take the car back. Chris had acted like he hadn't remembered. In truth, he had thought about nothing else most of the night. 

Frankly, Chris was surprised that Dr. Redmond had a slick red BMW Z3 convertible. Chris didn't think it fit her conservative style but sometimes the conservative ones were the wildest. 

Chris walked over to the car and looked inside. Obviously Dr. Redmond didn't have an appreciation for fine automobiles Chris thought as he saw the state of disarray inside the car. He could also see that the outside was in bad need of a wax job. He sighed and went into the house and got the necessary material to wash and wax the car. It was a sin to mistreat such an automobile. 

It took Chris about two hours to thoroughly clean and wax the car as well as clean up the inside. He treated the leather seats with a cleaner and shined up the vinyl. Then he washed the windows and put the top down. The little roadster was now shinning like new.

Chris waited until about eleven before he told his dad that he was going to drive over to Dr. Redmond's house to take the car back. His father asked if he wanted him to go along to bring him back home. He told him no and that he would take a bus or call a friend. In truth he didn't want his dad along in case he got a chance to talk to Dr. Redmond.

Driving the sporty car to the doctor's house was a ball for Chris. It handled like the precision driving machine that it was advertised to be.

When Chris pulled up in front of Dr. Redmond's house, he let out a whistle. He hadn't really noticed the house last night. The circular driveway went under a large pillared front, like a fancy southern hotel with marble steps to the giant front doors. The 'eye' business must be pretty good Chris thought.

Chris stopped the car in front of the steps and hopped out. He walked up and rang the doorbell. It seemed to take a long time before the door cracked open.

"Oh...uh...Chris, what...oh yes my car," Janet said, remembering that she had left the car at the Murphy's house. "Uh...I uh...I'm not quite up yet," Janet said as she squinted at the sunlight coming through the door.

"Sorry to bother you, here's the keys," Chris said and handed the keys through the door.

"Oh, uh...no...uh I'm being rude. If you'll give me a minute, I'll fix us some coffee."

Chris didn't drink coffee but he wasn't going to turn down a chance to talk with Dr. Redmond. "Sure thanks," he said as she opened the door.

"Oh, is that my car?" Janet said facetiously when she saw the shinny convertible in the driveway.

Chris smiled proudly. "Yep, it's yours, just needed a little cleaning."

"Oh my, thank you. I've been meaning to take it to the car wash," Janet said as she let Chris inside. "Sorry, my house keepers off on Sunday's so I have to fend for myself," she apologized.

Chris followed Janet through the large house to the kitchen. He didn't miss the fact that she was wearing a short white terry cloth robe and was barefooted. Her hair was a bit ruffled but Chris still thought she looked beautiful. He watched her bare legs as she led him into the kitchen and wondered what she had on under that robe.

Janet searched around the kitchen for the stuff needed to make coffee. She indicated that Chris should have a seat at the island bar. When she had the coffee maker working she turned and saw Chris looking out the French doors to the expansive back yard with a large pool and gazebo. She thought that Chris was as handsome as she remembered from last night. He had on a pair of tight blue jeans, a v-neck blue tee shirt and tennis shoes. She could tell that he worked out from his well-developed chest and arms. Janet felt a little unwanted thrill race through her in addition to some well-deserved guilt at her thoughts.

Chris turned around and saw Janet appraising him. He even saw her blush a little.

Janet took a seat on a barstool next to Chris. As she stepped up to sit on the high seat, her robe slipped open to reveal a large expanse of creamy white skin, almost all the way to her groin. Chris didn't miss the opportunity to look again. It did seem that she took a little longer than necessary to cover her legs.

"I'm sorry about last night, I never drink that much," Janet apologized.

"Don't worry about it, I'm in college, I know all about drinking too much," Chris smiled.

"Yea but I'm thir...well, let's just say that I'm old enough to know better.

When the coffee maker beeped Janet got off the stool and brought back two cups of coffee and sat them in front of them. "Cream or sugar?"

"Black is fine."

"Well, thanks again for bringing me home. You're a real gentleman," Janet said as she sipped her coffee.

Yea, a real gentleman Chris though as his mind wandered back to his own inappropriate behavior. He felt his face flush. "No problem," he said quickly to hide his guilt.

"How are you getting home?" Janet asked.

"I'll just catch a bus."

"A bus! That'll take you all afternoon. I'll drive you."

"Thanks," Chris said calmly but inside his mind was screaming, "Yes!"

Chris watched as she got the coffee pot and leaned over the bar to pour herself another cup. His eyes went immediately to the opening in her robe. He felt his heart skip a beat as he looked directly down her robe to her soft swaying breasts. He gulped as he saw her large breasts including one hard nipple. Suddenly his jeans were very tight in the crotch.

Janet walked around and sat down again, carelessly letting her robe fall from her crossed legs. This time she made no move to cover her legs. God she thought why am I doing this, he's just a kid. Still she couldn't stop her eyes from glancing down to Chris's tight jeans. She almost gasped when she saw the large bulge outlined by the tight denim. 

Chris saw Janet's eyes directed at his crotch. His erection grew down his leg until it was bulging almost painfully in his jeans.

"So uh...do you have a girlfriend?" Janet asked, forcing her eyes to meet his.

"Yea, kind of. I mean I don't have a lot of free time but there was a girl at school that I sort of had a relationship with. She graduated this year so I guess I'm looking. What about your daughter," Chris said, nodding to a photo of a young woman on the counter, "is she available?" Then he laughed. 

"She's in Europe for the summer. I'll introduce you if she gets home before you go back to school."

"I'd like that, she's pretty," Chris said then added, "like her mom." Again for the millionth time his face turned red.

"Thank you Chris," Janet said sincerely. "I don't feel very pretty right now. I must look a mess with my red eyes and no makeup."

Chris started to say that she looked pretty even now but thought better of it and kept his mouth shut.

"Let me get dressed and we can talk about the job while I take you home."

Several minutes later Janet was looking through her closet to find something to wear. She pulled out a pair of shorts that had become too small for her and a pink sweater. When she had the shorts and top on she looked in the mirror and saw that the panty line of her underwear showed. With a naughty thought she pulled the shorts off and removed the panties. When she had the shorts back on she turned around at the mirror to look at the rear view. That's better she thought. Then she noticed that, without panties, the crotch of the tight shorts was pressed very tight to her vagina, plainly outlining the lips. She shrugged and looked at her top again and realized that she could see the bra under the sweater. Well, I can't go without a bra she thought; I might be attacked before I make it out of the house. She made a compromise and put on a thin stretch bra that was almost transparent. While it gave her some support, it smoothed out her sweater, giving her breasts a soft rounded look.

Janet quickly fixed her hair and makeup, adding a pair of high-heeled sandals and looked one last time in the mirror. Not too bad for an old lady she thought as she hurried downstairs. By the time she reached the top of the steps she had to stop and catch her breath. The tight seam of her shorts had run up between her lips and was rubbing on her clit. She thought for a minute about going back in the bedroom and changing her shorts but then with a little thrill running through her, she walked down the steps.

Chris waited in the large living room, walking around and looking at photos, mostly of Janet and her daughter. He was holding a photo of Janet on a horse when she came down the stairs. He liked the photo of her. It was a rear view of her jumping her horse over a hurdle. The riding pants were stretched tightly over her buttocks. 

"You like horses?" Janet said, startling Chris.

"Uh...well I've never been on one," Chris said as he turned around quickly and sat the photo down. His breath almost caught in his throat as he looked at Janet's transformation. His eyes were drawn to her large breasts, the nipples clearly poking through the thin material of her bra and sweater. Then those eyes moved to her crotch. He suppressed a gasp as he saw the way the shorts hugged her groin. 

"Ready to go," Janet asked, smiling at Chris's wide-eyed expression.

"Su...sure," he stuttered and followed her out of the house. Chris's little devil was at it again as he watched her tight buns move in front of him. He looked for a panty line but concluded that she either had on a thong or she wasn't wearing panties. Chris felt his already painfully hard penis twitch in his jeans. 

"Here, you can drive," Janet said and handed Chris the keys to the BMW.

"Thanks," he said and hurried over to open the door for Janet.

As Chris drove, he was very much aware of Janet sitting next to him. He could see her smooth tanned legs and smell her perfume; neither did anything to reduce his excitement.

During the trip Janet explained the job to Chris. It was basically a 'jack of all trades' and general handyman around the office. Janet had quite a bit of equipment that needed simple repair as well as non-technical adjustments. There were also several other doctors in the medical suite that Chris would be working for as well. However, most of his time would be spent with her. There were two women assistants that were responsible for appointments as well as customer billing.

Chris readily agreed to the job.

Chapter 3