It was clear that I was changing. Well, no, not changing; Iwas expanding. I had always known there was something inside me that I hadn’t explored, and now that I had started, I was finding out there was more to it than I had once thought. After following Levi’s instructions to get myself off on the very public beach in my lifeguard chair – while on duty and while he watched – I felt a warm blossom in me that carried me all the way to the end of my shift. When I came across my boss Noah on my way back to the staff change room, I felt it swell even more. At the start of my shift, while helping me apply my sunblock, Noah’s touch had become quite intimate. It had both excited and unnerved me. I was an inexperienced seventeen-year-old girl who had allowed my handsome, thirty-five-year-old boss to come exceedingly close to touching my hot, wet sex. I wasn’t sure what I should feel about that. I had been nervous about seeing him again, especially so soon, but instead of feeling embarrassed, I felt even more confident. This man wanted his hands on me; possibly even more. Maybe I wouldn’t let him get his more – and maybe he wouldn’t go there either – but I was definitely up for playing with this new tension between us. Was it really new, though, or had I only just discovered it? “Nora,” my boss said in pleasant surprise. He looked me over carefully. Noah’s eyes were the color of the sea, shining out of a tanned face as dark as damp sand . He definitely looked like he belonged at this beach. “You’re glowing,” he said, sounding vaguely concerned. He put a hand to my forehead; it felt cool against my hot skin. “ And all flushed . Did you get too much sun?” He then touched the back of his hand to my cheek. “I told you not to forget your face,” he added intimately. His eyes seemed to darken, his voice just a little too passionate to be talking about sunblock. It seemed he was recalling our morning encounter as well. But I knew it wasn’t the sun making me glow. The hot flush of my face after my beach orgasm hadn’t gone away all day. I had reapplied sunblock multiple times, afraid the sun was getting to me. I had also refilled my bottle several times to keep hydrated. These were all things that usually kept my temperature down in my battle against the sun. No, this wasn’t the sun’s doing. “I’m alright, Noah,” I said, putting my hand to the one on my cheek. After a moment I removed it, squeezing it reassuringly. I didn’t let go. “I’d never forget my face.” “Who could forget a face like yours?” he said, his smile creasing lines in his own sunned face. I giggled shyly and squeezed his hand again. “You’re sweet,” I said. I heard footsteps coming down the hall and, pouting a little at Noah, reluctantly dropped his hand. “Did you have a good day, Sasha?” he asked as my blond co-worker passed by. “It was alright,” she said, flashing a polite smile and continuing on her way through the change room door next to us. “How about you, Nora?” Noah asked, returning his sparkling eyes to me. “Did you enjoy your day?” “Oh, it was great,” I said, smiling widely. “I wish every day could be so exciting.” Noah, oblivious to the fact that he hadn’t been the only rousing and eventful part of my day, was pleased as Punch to hear this. Was it so easy to inflate a man’s ego? Let him believe he was solely responsible for your contentment? “Every day should be exciting, my dear,” he said. “If yours is ever lacking, you can come to me to fix it.” “Oh my, you are so sweet,” I said as if overwhelmed by this benevolent offer. I patted his chest gently and gave him a smile. “I’ll remember that.” As I turned to go, something hit me; that was flirting! I had been so ignorant about when I had unwittingly unleashed my charms on men, and even less certain of how to do so intentionally. Now though, I was beginning to understand. All I had to do was feed the ego, do a little light touching, and smile as if we shared a secret. “Hold on, Nora,” Noah called to me. I turned around in the doorway of the change room to look at him, leaning against the heavy door as if it required my full body weight to keep it open. As a slight, five-footer, it pretty much did. With my new sense of imagining vantage points, I knew he could see every accentuated curve of my body as I bent it for this purpose. My naked legs were parted slightly, one crooked, a wide space existed between my arched back and the door, both my plump ass and a single shrugged shoulder leaning against it. I rested my head as well, looking at him questioningly. Noah’s eyes traveled over my body for a moment, and I had to recall him back to his purpose. “Yes…?” I purred teasingly, giving him a playfully scornful look. His eyes flicked back up to mine and he smiled. “Could you check the pH of the water before you go?” “I’m Bostancı Escort in a bit of a hurry,” I told him with an apologetic smile. “But I’ll do it on my shift tonight, I promise.” Noah was shocked. As his most responsible employee, I had always jumped on a task right away when given a direction. “You don’t seem to be hurrying,” he noted, giving me a sly look. “I didn’t want to rush our conversation,” I said, widening my eyes as if this was unspeakable. “That would just be rude! Besides…” I dropped my eyes as if to hide my smile. “I always have time for you.” I stole a glance back up at him. He was soaking this right up. “That’s very professional of you Nora,” he said, grinning like the Cheshire cat. “I won’t keep you any longer. Tonight, then.” “Oh, thanks Noah!” I said, bouncing to my full height. “I’ll see you tonight.” Without another glance at him, I swung into the change room. Sasha was still there, freshly changed, and sitting on the bench. Although she was a year below me in school, she was much taller, with enviably fuller breasts. She was watching me with a peculiar look on her face. “What?” I asked innocently, with a little frown. “Oh, nothing,” she said, looking hurriedly away from me. “No, tell me!” I said, sitting beside her. I took her hand and squeezed it, smiling impishly at her. “Pleeease?” She looked a little startled. We were pretty good friends, as far as coworkers went, but I had never really been so playful with her. But my good mood seemed to be infectious, because she smiled, however uncertainly. “Well… it’s just that you should be careful with Noah,” she said, trying to convey her meaning through her eyes. “What do you mean?” I asked. “It’s not just Noah,” she said, “but you kind of… put out this vibe sometimes.” “What?” I said, not entirely surprised by this. My best friend Lauren had told me this once before. “Oh, you don’t do it on purpose, I know,” she said, blushing a little and looking away. She pulled her hand out of mine to brush her hair off her face. “And I guess it’s pretty harmless.” Sasha looked back at me, her brown eyes searching. “But Noah’s our boss. Just… try not to give him the wrong impression.” “Thank you, Sasha,” I said seriously, grasping her arm. I knew it was hard to give constructive criticism to people, and I didn’t want her to think I was offended. “I appreciate it. I’ll be more careful.” And I would – more careful to duplicate what I had just done, just more subtly. Maybe I hadn’t ever done it on purpose, but it was too much fun to hold back now that I was aware of it. Sasha looked down at my hand on her arm and blushed again. “Alright,” she said. “I’ll see you later.” She stood up and then, as if thinking it over for a moment, stooped to give me a hug. I could feel her warm, braless breast through her shirt as it pressed against my shoulder. Before I had time to put my own arms around her, she straightened and left the room, her bottom jiggling from her hurried footsteps. Well, it appeared as though Sasha and I were officially real friends. Remembering the limited time I had, I jumped to my feet and stripped off my clothes in order to get to my suit. It felt much too restricting at the moment, so I pulled it off and replaced my outer clothes once more, leaving my breasts bare beneath my shirt just as Sasha’s had been. I wondered if she had gone without panties as well. On the walk home, I thought maybe removing my bathing suit had been a mistake. I was moving quickly, eager to get home and shower before going to Levi’s. My body betrayed me in my excitement, however. My meaty ass was swaying freely and my firm tits were bouncing from my heavy footfalls without the restraint of undergarments. Not to be outdone, my nipples were noticeably hard against my top, and my pussy juices were free to leak down my legs in my roomy shorts. But all of this just made me move faster. I barely spared a glance at my parents as I ran into the house and up to my bathroom in my loft to wash. As much as I would have loved to shower outside for Levi to see, just as I had this morning, I had no soap or grooming products down there. Instead, I did my best to hurry through my routine, washing and conditioning my hair, lathering my body with soap, and carefully shaving everything needing shaving. When I left the shower, every inch of my body was soft as satin thanks to my superb attention to detail, while the long, black hair on my head was lush and silky. I toweled dry, tamed my wet hair with the brush that doubled as my fuck stick, and blew it dry. Finally, I rubbed lotion all over my body and I sprayed myself with the fragrance Lauren had made me. Nora’s Garden, she called it – a mix of lavender, vanilla, orange, and pineapple. Lauren had managed Bostancı Escort Bayan to blend my favorite scents in perfect proportions. I envied the passion Lauren had for her future career. She knew what she was doing with her life, but maybe I would soon too. Once the lotion had soaked into my skin, I began to dress for my visit to Levi’s. Besides my underwear and kneesocks – the latter of which Levi had specifically requested – I wasn’t sure what to wear. I decided I would start with what I knew, and work forward from there. First, I picked out a pair of my favorite kneesocks. They were striped blue and white with little red anchors at the top. Then I picked out a navy bra and a red pair of cheeky panties embroidered with a tiny white anchor on the front. Next, I picked out a pair of red flats with little bows on them. And staying in the color scheme, I found myself pulling on a blue tiered skirt and a white tank. I realized, looking in the mirror, that my dark bra was visible through my top, but I didn’t care. In fact, I thought it looked pretty hot. I hoped Levi wouldn’t think I was trying too hard, but I was having so much fun dressing up that I started not to care. Hell, if he didn’t appreciate it, I could always go back to work to have a chat with Noah. No. I reminded myself that he was my boss, that I needed to maintain firm control over that situation. Showing up in front of Noah looking like a sailor girl would definitely cause one of us to lose it. I knew this was a possibility with Levi as well, but that was different. He had told me he didn’t want to push me, that he wanted me to discover myself on my own terms. If I were to lose control in the next two hours, it would be because I chose to. When I was ready, looking at my cute and flirty figure in my mirror, I contemplated how I would get into Levi’s. I decided knocking on his front door was best, definitely less intimate than climbing through his window. Not, I reminded myself, that I could jump the five-foot gap onto his roof as he could. But should I leave my house by my front door, and face my parent’s inevitable questions? Well, there was no other way other than scaling my own house, and even if Levi could do it, I sure as hell could not. So I came up with an answer for the question I knew I would be asked. “Hey, baby doll,” Daddy said as I came down the stairs. “Going so soon?” “You look cute, hon,” Mom said. “Where are you going?” I smoothed my waist-length hair over my breasts, making sure it covered my otherwise visible bra. “I’m meeting up with Lauren,” I lied sweetly. “But I thought I would stop by the neighbors’ place to invite them over sometime.” At least that much was true. “Oh, how sweet, Nora,” Mom said. “Hold on.” She disappeared into the kitchen and re-emerged with a plate of brownies. “I meant to bring these over myself, but I’ve been so busy today.” I took them from her. “No problem, Mom,” I said. “Should I invite them for next weekend?” “Yes, yes,” Mom said. “That’ll be fine.” “Make sure to eat with Lauren if you’re not coming home,” Daddy said. “I don’t want you to go to work on an empty stomach.” “Sure, Daddy. See you at nine then.” I gave them both a kiss on the cheek and left, feeling relieved that I had passed inspection. But the feeling didn’t last long. The closer I got to Levi’s, the harder my heart pounded. Sure, I may have openly masturbated in front of him several times now, but this was different. We would be truly alone on unfamiliar ground for the first time. I finally rang the doorbell, struggling to breathe evenly. When Levi answered, it did nothing to calm me. His casually sexy appearance seemed to knock the wind out of me. “Hi,” I squeaked. Levi pushed the dark fringe back from his green eyes, the better to look me over. “Aren’t you adorable, Kneesock Norrra,” he said, his lips twisting on the last couple words. The butterflies in my stomach went wild hearing him role the “r” in my name in his familiar way. “Come on in.” He stepped aside, and I followed. The house looked like a more modern version of ours without losing the beachy charm. But I had barely been able to take it all in, so nervous was I. “I don’t know what smells better, you or those brownies,” Levi said, looking at the plate in my hand. “Are those all for me?” I shrugged stiffly, supressing the shudder of arousal at his words. “I guess so. My Mom made them for all of you, but if your parents won’t be here for another few months, the brownies won’t keep that long.” Levi’s soft laugh helped me feel a bit calmer. “We can share them, then,” he said. “Have you eaten? I was going to order a pizza.” I gave Levi the number of the pizza place since he didn’t know it yet. While he waited for an answer, he asked Escort Bostancı his favorite ironic question, “Do you know what you want?” I may not have known what I wanted from life, but pizza was easy enough. “Vegetarian please,” I said. Levi’s speculative look had me shrugging. “It’s just a healthier choice.” He nodded, smiling at me. When he placed an order for a large veggie pizza, I placed a hand on his arm to get his attention. He gave me another questioning look. “You don’t need to get the same thing as me,” I whispered. Levi covered the receiver and laughed softly. “I don’t,” he said, “but I wouldn’t enjoy waving a greasy, meaty pizza in front of you if you made the decision not to eat it.” This was a strange notion to me, but I shrugged. After all, he could eat whatever he wanted to. “Let me pay for this one,” I said as he hung up the phone. He had already bought me lunch today, and I wasn’t used to people spending money on me. “Not a chance,” Levi said. “It’ll be here in thirty minutes.” He scrunched up his nose in distaste. “Honestly, I don’t understand how it could take so long in such a small neighborhood.” “This isn’t New York City,” I said with a laugh. “We don’t have pizza at every corner.” “I guess I’ve been a spoiled boy, then,” he said with a little smile. He pocketed the phone and offered me his hand. “Do you want a tour?” I took Levi’s hand and followed him up the first flight of stairs. The house was pretty much empty, but that was to be expected. “The delivery truck is supposed to come sometime between Wednesday and Friday,” he explained. “Until then…” he waved a hand at the empty surroundings of the large bedroom. “Where do you sleep, then?” I blurted out, then bit my lip. I felt those nerves coming back to me. Levi’s answer was easy enough. “Up here,” he said, tugging on my hand to climb the next set of stairs. Like many beach houses around here, and much like mine, his place was built tall, and the main floor was built a story above ground in case of floods. We were now moving from the third floor to the fourth, which had two bedrooms and one bathroom. It was the same elevation as my bedroom loft next door. “This is mine,” Levi said. “A least it is for now.” He pushed back one of the doors, and I walked in. The first thing I noticed was that his window faced one of mine. I walked up to it and, with further inspection, realized it was my bathroom. I could clearly see into the shower in the reflection of my large mirror. I gasped a little, knowing that I had just taken a shower in there. I looked back at Levi who had come up close behind me, and he smiled guiltily. “I tried,” he said. “But the window was too foggy.” I smiled wanly. “It wasn’t that exciting, anyways,” I said. “Everything about you is exciting, Norrra,” Levi purred. I was very aware of his presence, and it was making my head spin. I leaned back on the windowsill, trying to catch my breath. “Relax,” Levi said, taking a step back from me. “Remember what we talked about?” I nodded. “I know,” I said. “But you just make me all… flustered.” Levi let out a breath that sounded like a growl. “You don’t know how pleased I am to hear that, darling.” His green eyes were intense, but he turned his back on me. “I’ve got something for you, if you want it.” I noticed a duffle bag lying next to a length of foam on the ground topped with a sleeping bag. Levi crouched next to the duffle, sifted through it, and came out with a small, tin box. Without realizing it, I had wandered over to him, and he held the box up to me. I opened it, and found a small pile of joints. The sight took me by surprise. I’d never been so close to weed in my life, but the scent was unmistakable. I looked down at Levi, and he was smiling. “Just a suggestion,” he said. “I thought it might help.” I definitely wanted to try it, but the idea of inhaling smoke made me cringe. “I’m curious,” I admitted. “But the smoke…” I trailed off and shrugged. “Oh, of course,” Levi said, frowning to himself. He dove back into the bag, muttering about his stupidity. When he emerged, he was holding a strange-looking pipe. “This is less harsh,” he said. “More like steam than smoke.” I smiled, both nervous and excited. “Okay,” I said. Levi stood up and took my hand. “I’ll show you my favorite place to light up.” He brought me up the last flight of stairs, and I knew before reaching the top, that we were entering the attic. This was the place he liked to hang out while watching me touch myself on my roof, or in this morning’s case, under the outdoor shower. It was a small, nearly empty room with a stooping ceiling, glowing faintly orange from the afternoon light slanting through the windows. There were a few crates near the window closest to my house, one of which held a large notepad. I recognized it as the one Levi had written my messages on while I had pleasured myself in front of him. Levi brought me to the window and opened it. “There’s your deck,” he said, pointing across the way. He had a view of every inch of it from here. He leaned out the window, then beckoning to me, I did too.