Author's Note: This story contains fiction of an adult nature. It may contain themes involving Incest, under age sex, rape, bestiality, drugs or alcohol abuse, so please check the story code before reading. If these subjects make you uncomfortable please exit now. The story is meant for the entertainment of adults as defined by your local government or society, if you are below this age please exit now. The author does not condone or encourage anyone to act in real life the way the characters depicted in this story act.

The New Sales Rep

by Isabella

Story code: M/F, Exhibitionism, Voyerism

While James and his Mother, June, were in church with the kids for their usual God-bothering session one Sunday in the summer, I ended up cooking Sunday lunch at James's parent's house for the family, Ron, James's Farther, would usually have started the cooking off and I would have come over to keep an eye on the joint and put the vegetables in just before the church service was due to end. Ron had been away for two weeks on a sales drive, he sold farm machinery and was trying to branch out into other farm supplies, and so, as he had been away from his office for so long he needed Sunday morning to play catch up.

Before Ron left for his sales trip he had interviewed a new sales executive with experience in and contacts from the farm trade, Ron hadn't been able to fill the post in time for the planned trip, so he had given Rob Butler the job, and as part of the pay basket, Rob got a car and a rented house in the village where James and I lived, ninety percent of the properties in the village were owned by members of James family and they usually were rented out to people who were very active in the Catholic church, James was very strict Roman Catholic as was his mother but both had married non Catholics to stir the gene pool somewhat.

June wasn't impressed with Ron's choice of an 'outsider' as a highly paid sales executive, not when her own son was unemployed as well as at least a dozen very prominent Roman Catholics who lived in the village, Rob it turned out wasn't a Roman Catholic.

I managed to burn the roasted parsnips, not a favourite vegetable of mine so I didn't really care, the lunch over and the dishwasher stacked, I took the kids into Ron's study to kiss him good-bye and found him mid conversation with Rob, Ron had sent over a copy of Microsoft Outlook Express, Norton Antivirus and a small program called Keep-IT Private, an encryption program designed to work with Outlook. Ron had sent Rob his contract of employment as a PDF file that Rob would just have to place his electronic signature on and then encode his private key and sent it back to Ron, Ron also needed Rob's bank details and some information about Rob's driving history for the company's vehicle insurance policy.

Ron had checked his emails after lunch and Rob still hadn't responded to his company email account so Ron was grilling him over the phone, I heard Ron raise his voice a little and turned the kids around so that Ron could get things off his chest, then he called me back, he had his hand over the mouthpiece of the phone, "Can you do me a favour, Rob Butler is having difficulty loading any of the software I've sent him, he's telling me that he just keeps getting a rejection every time he tries to load anything and now his pc has almost stopped working, can you see if it is something simple that you can fix?" I shrugged my shoulders, I didn't repair computers for a living but I had fixed small problems in half the computers in our village, "Thanks, I need his details as soon as possible so can you drop in on your way home for me?" I nodded my head and Ron uncovered the phone, "I'm sending over someone from IT to help, around twenty minutes or so!"

I got James to take me home in the car, I usually walked home after Sunday lunch to wear off a little of the food, while James drove the kids home because they would be dressed in their 'Church clothes' which would be ruined walking across Ron and June's farm to my house about seven hundred yards away. I picked up my Norton Utilities Disk, although there should have been a copy in the Norton Antivirus box, I also picked up my portable Hard Disk Drive, a very useful tool sometimes if a computer was suffering, like I was, from being over stuffed, with food in my case, after lunch.

Rob was surprised to see me standing on his doorstep, even more surprised to hear that I was there to help with his PC, he looked up and down the street, "Where did you park?" "I walked here!" "Wow, Ron likes to keep all of his people close doesn't he?" "Yes, doesn't your 'partner' get upset at you having to work at home on a Sunday afternoon before you've officially started working?" "I'm not married, it's just me here!" Rob was blushing slightly; he was a little embarrassed that Ron had sent a woman to look at his 'personal' computer.

Rob looked even more uncomfortable when he had to show me up the stairs to his bedroom where the PC stood on a trolley in one corner. I had seen single men's bedrooms in the past; usually I would say that most pigs were more house-proud that single men. Rob's bedroom was very different to my mental image. The main bedroom in the cottage was quite large but at the expense of enough space for a family, on the top floor there was just the main bedroom, a small single bedroom and a tiny bathroom. The main bedroom had a large bed, larger than King-sized but it didn't look big in the room, the bed looked like it was a four poster bed but in fact it was a box divan with four floor to ceiling poles, one at each corner, the drapes on the poles were actually hiding small spot lights and mini cameras, it was more a film studio than a bedroom.

I must have raised my eyebrows or something when I saw the bed because Rob finally broke out in a full on blush. The PC was already running so I moved the mouse, I started to play one of my favourite songs through in my head, it lasted around four minutes, it wasn't idle daydreaming, it was a way of telling how long it took for a screen to open, the song was long over but the screen was still in darkness.

"Do you know how big the Hard Disk in this PC is?" "I think it's around five hundred gigabytes!" "Well, it shouldn't be full then!" I looked over at the bed, then back to the PC screen, "Unless you're recording TV on it!" Rob's blush seemed to deepen but I could have been mistaken as I was looking at the screen which was just beginning to resolve into the desktop. I pressed the Window's key and the 'E' key together to open Explorer, put my hand on the mouse and moved it to the 'C:' drive and right clicked on it, it took the menu box forty seconds to open, I selected the properties option and eventually I saw the graphical representation of the hard disk in pie chart format, it was a sea of blue with a hairline thickness of pink.

"Your Hard Disk is totally full, you're lucky the screen still opens at all!" "What can I do?" "Well, your boss wants your details emailed in as soon as possible, do you have a laptop or anything?" "No!" Do you have an external hard drive?" "No!" "Do you have access to any other PC with Outlook Express on it, the 'Keep-IT Private' software can be used on as many PC's as you want!" "No!"

"The only thing I can do in the short term is try and get enough data off of your computer so that the new software can be uploaded and an extra five or six gigabytes of information so that your PC will run properly. In the long term, you need to get an external Hard Drive or another internal disk to move some data off permanently. Is there anything you know I can just delete that's really big, like a film?" I looked again at Rob's bed, I didn't intend to look at it, I was looking at a thick wire that was running from the back of the computer, along the bottom of the skirting board and across to the bed, that's when I looked up and realised that the bed wasn't a simple four poster but a four poster plus 'toys'.

Rob didn't seem sure that there were any files that he knew the name of so that it could be just deleted without being opened up first to check what it was. "I don't think we have time to move files intact to an external drive, I think ten gigabytes will take about twelve to fourteen hours at the speed your PC is working, it will take several hours just to delete the files!" As a way of explaining how long things would take I closed the disk statistics box which took almost ten minutes to clear from the screen, I selected the 'C:' drive and clicked the left mouse button twice, the screen froze up totally.

While we were waiting for the computer to do something, anything, Rob went to the kitchen to make us both a coffee, while he was gone I was looking around the room, it was very clean, it was unheard of in men, keeping a house or even one room clean, well, apart from gay men that is. I noticed the edge of a photograph protruding from a draw, I have to admit that my curiosity had been peaked and I pulled the photograph out through the gap at the top of the draw, the picture was of a very pretty woman, she looked around twenty years old, or should I say, about thirteen years younger than me.

The picture was very good quality, the woman was kneeling on a bed, I recognised the cover on the bed, I was standing at the side of it, the girl was wearing a very skimpy bra and panty set, the kind I often looked at enviously in the shops but would never dare to buy, let alone wear. I had the body for them, at a good thirteen years older than the woman I knew that my body was far better, even after giving birth to three children. My breasts were larger than hers, and a fuller, rounder, more voluptuous shape. My waste was slimmer than hers and my stomach flatter; I had been doing abdominal exercises to tighten my stomach muscles since the day I found out I was pregnant with Amy almost nine years earlier. Even my gluteus maximus was tighter than hers, she looked very sexy kneeling there in her bra and panties but I would have looked better, if only I had the courage to buy something like that, then could find the extra courage to wear it and Mount Everest would seem like a mole hill to me compared to the mountain I'd have to climb before I could have knelt like that for a man to photograph me.

"It's my hobby!" "What?" "Glamour photography, it's my hobby!" I realised that I had been caught looking at something that I should never have even seen. "I'm sorry, it was sticking out of that draw, I was a little bored waiting for your PC to do something!" Rob came right up to me, he stepped inside that zone that I called my private space, I think some people call it 'facing up' to someone, he was so close that I could feel his breath on my face, his nose was almost touching my nose. I got the hint of scent, either aftershave or cologne, not plasterd on with a trowel like most men would, not cheap either, I didn't recognise the actual scent, just that its fragrance and delicacy meant that it cost a lot.

Rob smiled at my sudden discomfort at his proximity, he also must have detected my widened irises and my increased heart rate, his hand move slowly, he cupped my hand in his, the contact was electrifying, my mouth was dry and I felt the sweat starting on my upper lip, under my arms and in between my breasts, the thought suddenly hit me, Rob smelled a million dollars, it had been six hours since I had showered, I had been running around after the children, I had cooked a large meal and now I was sweating, I must have stunk the room out. Rob slid his hand over mine and took the photograph from me.

Rob opened the draw without moving his head one millimetre, the tip of his nose was so close to the tip of mine that it would have been difficult to squeeze a cigarette paper between them. There was a long moment's pause and then Rob looked down at the now open draw. My head followed his; the draw was so full of 'A-four' pictures of women of all ages that the bottom was bowing under the weight of all that paper. Rob started to flick through a few of the photographs, there seemed to be a standard format, woman fully dressed, then pictures of her removing her clothes, down to bra and knickers, some, like the first picture I had seen were then re-photographed in sexy lingerie and posing in the extremely skimpy bra and knickers, some went on to allow topless photographs and others, a very few, had photographs totally naked.

Now I wasn't in any way gay, lesbian or even bi-sexual but the fact that I was in such close proximity to Rob, in his bedroom and, well, to be honest, it had been a while since I last had sex, a very long while but I was now extremely turned on. Rob was rocking slightly to and fro as he placed the pictures in front of me, what I was missing was that as he did it, he was shuffling his feet so he was moving almost imperceptibly so that he was moving behind me, getting even closer, the first time I noticed what he had done, focused as I was on so many 'ordinary women willing to undress for Rob, was as he sniffed at my neck from behind. Rob was trying to look down the front of my dress as he sniffed against my ear, the neckline of my dress wasn't low or anything but from slightly above and behind he could actually see the top of my bra cups.

Rob whispered, "They all let me take pictures of them, they usually let me fuck them too, and married women beg for it more than single women!" Rob had just turned up a picture of a woman in her mid forties, not pretty, not slim but she had gone through the same routine as all the rest, when she was in her sexy lingerie though, her hair was done, her make-up too, she looked a little prettier but was still overweight, she did the kneeling on the bed pose in her knickers and bra, then topless and she was one of the women who went the furthest, knickers off for several different poses and then laying on the bed that was just behind me, her legs open quite wide, her pussy was well covered in a tangle of dark brown hair that hid her vagina from view. "She let me shave her totally clean but chickened out of having her pictures taken after I did it, she still wanted me to fuck her though!"

Rob's left hand was on my left shoulder and he was now in position so that I could feel the hardness on my hip or was it slightly further round on my buttock, my legs were feeling weak, I knew that I should move away from Rob before things went too far, I felt the hairs of his moustache against my cheek as he went to kiss me and the PC sounded the tone that said it had finished opening the 'C:' drive. The sound made Rob look towards the PC and gave me the chance to duck out under his arm and walk, shakily, towards the PC.

I picked the first file I saw, it was a simple text file, about fifteen kilobytes big, a 'Read Me.txt' file used by almost every program that you ever install on your PC. "This should take just a second to open!" I double clicked the left mouse button and sat back, my voice had been so shaky that I had to clear my throat twice as I spoke.

Rob had moved in behind me again, close again, and still trying to look down the front of my dress, as I was leaning forward slightly he actually got a slightly better view of my bra cups and the rise of my breast above my bra. "You look fantastic, good shape and I'll bet you're natural ginger down there, even if you try and hide it by dyeing your hair chestnut, ginger against your alabaster skin would be very photogenic!"

I tried to shrug off Rob's comments, it had taken twenty minutes just to open the text document, just as I thought, it had been left behind when a program had been installed, I closed the file, it only took just over ten minutes to close. I right clicked on the text file and selected the delete option; it took almost twenty minutes to delete the file. "I'm sure that you can see, almost an hour to open, check and close the file and then delete it, and that was just a half of one percent of what we need to erase from your disk before I'll be able to load Outlook Express and everything else!"

Rob could see that I was right, I think he could also see what was coming and his air of confidence slipped away, "What are you suggesting?" "I'll have to check something first!" I slipped my hand into my handbag, where most women had make-up pouch, mirror and hairbrush in their handbag; I had a leather pouch with a small Philips screwdriver, tweezers and small pliers. I had the back off of Rob's PC in a flash, I tipped it towards the light, "Great, you have an SATA disk in there, I can whip that out, drop it into my caddy at home and use my PC at full speed to move files from your disk on to my external drive temporarily!"

Rob was very thoughtful for a long while, "If you see something on my drive that shouldn't be there will you have to report it to your boss?" "If the PC was company property, I'd have to tell my boss and your boss, just to cover the company if anything goes 'tits-up' at some future point!" "So, as it is my own PC, does that mean that things will be just between the two of us?" I nodded my head, I hadn't been idle while Rob was worrying about what I may or may not find on his disk, I already had the power turned off, not correctly, I didn't have the hour or more that it would take to close down properly, so I pulled the power chord out of the socket on the rear of the PC box. The SATA drive was on a quick release slider, I noticed the housing had two spare runners and the correct cables to fit a second drive.

Rob was shocked and surprised at just how fast I had the brain of his computer in my hands, "I'm going to empty some of this at home and bring it back to load the new software in for you. Rob was so shocked that I was on my feet and heading for the door before he could move a muscle. The walk home was uncomfortable, I had realised that I had been turned on in Rob's bedroom as he flirted with me but I hadn't realised just how much I had been turned on until I started the walk home, I could almost hear the 'squelch, squelch' with every step as I was dripping wet, inside and out.

As soon as I got home I phoned Ron, I told him the size of the hard drive was huge but was totally full, "What the hell does he have stored on it? My whole business is run on less data than that!" I thought for a moment, "I think he uses it as an Internet TV and records TV programs on it, I don't really know though, it took an hour just to open a text file then delete it!"

There was silence from Ron, I was about to say, "Well, I'll get on with it then!" And hang up but Ron asked if I could fit a second disk in the box for Rob, "If I don't get him another hard disk we'll just be in the same position in a month's time anyway! I'm expecting him to be doing a lot of work from home for me, can you ask James if he'll pop off to PC World or Maplins for me, you give him a list of exactly what you need, tell him to use the company credit card but make sure he drops the receipt off at the office as early next week as he can!"

I asked James if he'd take the kids with him too so that I could start dropping some files off of the old drive without having to keep worrying about the kids. I plugged my SATA Caddy into my own PC and dropped Rob's drive in it, I never mind doing little jobs for Ron on computers, when I first mentioned that I'd like to learn how to use computers, Ron brought a new PC for himself and passed his old PC on to me immediately. Then when I started to take an interest in fixing sick PC's too, Ron got me the books and the kit I needed, including the external hard drive and the SATA Caddy so that I could work on peoples hard drives without the complications of other problems the person may have with other parts of their computer not working properly.

It took my PC about twenty minutes to index Rob's drive but after that it was lightening fast, I right clicked on Rob's pictures folder and selected properties, the main pictures folder had ten gigabytes of data in it so the choice was made for me, I just held down the shift key and then used the left mouse button to drag the pictures folder into my external hard drive, doing it that way meant that the folder and all of its files were moved rather than just copying and leaving me with ten gigabytes of data to delete after. Just as the files had finished moving from Rob's disk to my external one the phone rang, James had been to PC World and they didn't have a single SATA drive in stock, "I'm at Maplins, they don't have a five hundred gigabyte drive but they do have a terabyte drive with thirty-two megabyte cashe, the only thing that matches your list is the revs per minute, what shall I do?" "Bigger is better!"

I knew that it would take James around twenty minutes to buy the disk and get home so I decided to take a look at the file that caused all the damage in the first place, I did a *.* search of Rob's drive, I used the advanced search facility and asked for files that had been created in the previous month, then I set it to show the most recent files first, there was a fifty gigabyte file that had been uploaded into the computer on the day that Rob had said his PC was working normally,

The file was an MPEG video, I started it running, it took what seemed like an age to get going, very high quality picture, filmed in High Definition, hence the huge file size but the camera work was very shaky, hand held camera but far worse, I had expected the film to have been made on Rob's bedroom but it wasn't, the cameraman was walking, you could hear the footfall and breathing. It took a while but I realised that the cameraman wasn't looking through the viewfinder, the camera was hidden in something, probably shoulder bag from the way it was moving.

I heard a few words, Rob was filming a woman who was serving him, she was bending forward to reach something from under the counter, Rob tilted the camera so that it was filming down the front of her dress. Then there was a very poor quality cut to another scene, Rob was standing at the foot of a set of really long escalators, the kind that you find at very deep underground stations. Rob was following women with the camera, tracking as they walked past, trying to show the way they were dressed, especially from behind and especially the hemline of their skirts or dresses.

A woman walked past, low front on her top, knee length boots and very short skirt. Rob stepped in behind the woman as she got on the escalator, Rob stopped at the foot of the moving steps, he bent down as if he had dropped something, there were complaints coming from behind him but Rob kept the stairs blocked until the woman was about eight or nine steps above him, then Rob put the camera on the floor and pointed it up the woman's skirt, she was wearing a very skimpy thong and as she moved more and more was displayed for the camera.

Rob followed the woman for a while, there were a few more bad cuts, then the woman was shown sitting in a pub, Rob offered her a drink but that was refused, then there was fifteen minutes of Rob chatting the woman up, I could hear everything quite clearly, if Rob had come on to me in a pub like that I doubt that I would have resisted as long as the woman did.

There was another bad cut and then Rob and the woman were walking arm in arm across a car park, I could hear them talking and every so often Rob would turn slightly to show the woman he was walking with, then they reached a large BMW, the bag with the camera in it was placed on the top of the dashboard, casually but precisely positioned to film the rear seats, The woman got in the back of the car on the left hand side as Rob got in on the right. I then watched ten minutes of Rob and the woman making love in the rear seat of the car.

The door burst open and my kids rushed in, I managed to close the media player down before they saw anything. The video had to have been filmed in one session without turning the camera's power off or the film would have been in smaller files, so it had to have been a continuous filming session all filmed on the same day, I had to assume that Rob was using a hard disk camera, they usually come with a fifty gigabyte internal hard drive, so I assumed that Rob had filled the drive in one session and when he got home he just dumped the camera's data in one go into his computer so he had a clean disk in his camera once again.

I held out my hand to James for the new disk, I looked at my fingers, I didn't realise that as I had been watching the video I had been masturbating myself, somewhat absentmindedly, and my fingers were almost dripping wet. I dropped the new drive into the caddy and got two messages, one from Windows the other from one of the programmes that Ron had paid for to help me fix problems called DiskWatch, both messages were the same, telling me that the new drive needed formatting, the windows format option would have taken a few hours to run, the DiskWatch option was far smarter and at least ten times faster.

I chose to format the disk as two virtual drives of five hundred gigabytes each, one called 'Work' the other called 'Pictures and video', I said OK to the message warning me that any data on the disk would be lost. While I spent those few seconds getting ready to format the disk James was picking up the packaging from the new drive and separating it for recycling, "I'm going to have a bath, can you keep the kids away from my PC while it does what it needs to do, I'll do dinner after my bath!"

I didn't give James any chance to say no but I did give him another option, as I walked out of the room I threw a comment over my shoulder, "Play with them or tell them to take their bath too while I'm having mine!" James went into a panic momentarily, he had never got involved in washing or bathing the kids, he had never changed a nappy in his life either, my husband just didn't do 'bodies' other than his own, "You don't have to do anything other than tell Amy she's in charge and the other two to do as they are told, Amy's looked after bath time for a couple of years!" By the time I had said all of that I was already half way up the stairs.

Once under the hot water I started to fantasise, I went through all of the pictures in my mind, I felt Rob's breath on my neck, felt the hairs of his moustache brush against the side of my face and him press his hardness against my right buttock, then the fantasy really took hold, my back arched off of the bottom of the bath as the tip of my right index finger trapped my clitoris, squashing it against my pubic bone and then massaged it rapidly as my left hand began to palpate my breasts and toy with my nipples. My left hand was playing the role in real life that Rob was playing in my fantasy, as I drove my climax higher in my fantasy Rob was kissing down my neck, his hand was the one playing with my breasts, through my dress and bra, then moving up past the neckline of my dress and then back down under the material, his hand on my bare flesh.

The kids bathroom was a full wet room so they could make as much mess and splash about as much as they liked without damaging anything, our bathroom wasn't and as I began to thrash through my orgasm I realised that I was causing miniature tsunami to form, throwing hot water over the edge of the bath so I had to pull myself up short of fulfilment. If I had been frustrated before it was nothing like the level of frustration I was feeling after getting close but having to stop short.

I washed myself then got out of the bath, usually I would have just wrapped a small towel around my head to hold my hair in place while it dried but in my mind I kept seeing the photographs of the older woman and how much difference it made to the way she looked. I pulled my towelling robe on and went through to my bedroom dripping water all over the place, I sat in front of my mirror and carefully brushed and styled my hair, I wasn't big on make-up, I only put it on for special occasions where I would stand out if I didn't. I had to be much subtler than I would usually be, I wanted to look my best but not raise too many questions in my children or my husband.

I searched through my underwear draw, the majority of my bras were white, I noticed that in the photographs, even when the women were in their own clothes, most had more colourful underwear on than I owned, one bra suddenly popped out, it had been hidden right at the bottom of the draw, I had brought it to wear under a peasant dress I had borrowed to wear for a fancy dress party. The friend I had borrowed the dress from usually wore it braless but I didn't have the courage to do that so I had shopped around for an almost see through, flesh coloured bra, soft but with under-wire support.

It was a similar story with my knickers too, most of them were white, full sides, commonly described as granny panties by my kids. I did own one set of red knickers and they were smaller, bikini style not thongs that women often wore these days. I hadn't put the flesh coloured bra or the red bikini panties on more than once in my life before but here I was, the bra encasing my breasts and me stepping into my red bikini panties. I didn't have any kind of plan; my body was following instructions from the most frustrated part of my brain even though the other parts of my head were all questioning what I was up to!

I was now standing in front of my wardrobe, I ran my hand along the line of dresses, nothing seemed suitable, there was a half length skirt, it came to around four inches above my knee, it was a little tight for me around the waist but still wearable, it was a kind of 'rah-rah' design, fully pleated and made from very soft cotton and so would be perfect for the temperature at this time of year, I didn't even look at the blouses, my hand just felt along the line of hangers, I had only one blouse that was so shear that I would be able to find it by touch alone.

When I walked into the dining room where my PC was the way I looked certainly caused James to raise an eyebrow but not enough to make him say anything. I looked at the computer screen; the progress bar was at ninety-eight percent so I would soon be able to copy the files I had taken from Rob's old drive to his new one, copy being the important word, not move this time, I wanted to be able to look through some of the pictures in that huge folder.

When the computer finished formatting the new drive I started the copy from my external hard drive, I would have to make my family's dinner, the butterflies in my stomach meant that I wouldn't be able to eat and I didn't want to waste any time eating anyway, I wanted to get back to Rob's bedroom as soon as I could. I did the kids fish fingers chips and peas, mainly because it would only take twenty minutes to cook, James got a pork chop with his chips and peas as he hated fish on any day other than Friday, being a strict Roman Catholic.

The uploading process was finished as soon as the kids sat to eat their evening meal I walked out on my way to Rob's house. James called out, "You night need a coat, they forecast sporadic showers later for our region!" I pretended I hadn't heard him but half way to Rob's house I wished I hadn't, I was caught in a sudden downpour just one hundred yards short of rob's front door. The disks were fine, I had put them in a plastic bag, inside my shoulder bag but me, in my sheer white blouse, I was another matter, my make-up was ruined as was my hair style.

I stood on Rob's step, sheltering as much as I could under the tiny canopy over the door. It was going through my mind that I should go home and put on more usual clothing for me but Rob didn't give me the chance, even though I hadn't knocked his door he opened it anyway. Rob's face brightened and broke out in a wide smile when he saw the way I was dressed and the effect the rain had on it. I caught sight of myself in Rob's hall mirror, the cold rain after the hot afternoon and my external thermostats were impersonating 'hat-pegs' and because my blouse was now wet and see through and my bra was flesh coloured, it looked like I was totally topless.

When I had arrived earlier Rob had checked me out discreetly after hearing that I had been sent by his boss to fix his PC, he had only got bolder when he saw me looking at one of his glamour photographs, now was a different matter, he was on 'full-on' scoping me out, staring directly at my breasts, then looking down at my legs, far more exposed than earlier. rob couldn't tell that I had done my hair before I came back to him but he could see that I had changed my clothes and, even though it was ruined now, I had put a little make-up on as well.

"You're soaking wet, come up to the bath room; I'll get you a towel!" Rob took my hand and led me up to the bath room; he gave me two towels, one to do my hair with and one for the rest of my body. I started to dry my hair and Rob returned with one of his dress shirts, there was a slight frill down the front over the buttons, the shirt was the kind that had a tail at the back and the front. He also had a suit hanger, the kind with spring loaded clips to stop your trousers falling off the hanger when the suit is hanging in the back of a car.

"Change into my shirt, hang your stuff on the towel rail in the bathroom, if you smooth the material out well you shouldn't even need to iron it!" I slipped the bolt on the bath room door before taking my blouse off, I dried my upper body, then realised that my bra was soaking wet too, so I slipped that off as well, I felt my skirt, it wasn't as wet as my blouse but if I sat on it, it would crease so I held Rob's shirt against my body, the tails at the front and back passed the hem of my skirt so I decided to dry my skirt too, I looked nervously around the room, Rob was into hiding cameras while out in public, would he have one hidden in his own bathroom, it didn't stop me dropping my skirt and stepping out of it though, just made me feel a little nervous as I did it.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror that ran along the length of the bath, white knickers wouldn't have given me away like the red ones did, the crotch was several shades of red darker than the rest, the thicker material of my skirt had kept my knickers dry, my sexually frustrated state had caused the wetness that was clearly visible to me in the mirror.

I pulled Rob's shirt on and fastened all but the top two buttons, I stood there looking at myself, the front and back of Rob's shirt covered my knickers totally, well, I could see them through the thin nylon of his dress shirt and where the sides of the shirt were cut away over the hips the sides of my knickers were on display. I smoothed the skirt and blouse down on the hanger and hung it over the towel rail, then I hung my bra over it too, I unbolted the door, took one last look over my shoulder at my reflection in the mirror, my bum was glowing bright red through the thin shirt so I rolled them down and hung them over the hanger with the rest of my clothes.

I had to take a deep breath before I stepped through the door and out into the hallway, I deliberately didn't look at myself head on in the mirror, I didn't want to see how much of my bright ginger bush could be seen through the shirt. I had a job to do and I had to be professional about doing it.

I walked past Rob and into his bedroom, I realised that something deep, deep inside of me was making my bum wiggle from side to side as I walked past Rob, I was trying to stop myself from walking like a cat-walk model but the urge was too strong to stop.

I mounted both drives in Rob's PC; it took five minutes, no more. It took another ten minutes though for the computer to upload system files that it needed to handle the second drive, the computer was working at normal speed at least. I tried to open the new drive to make sure that it was working correctly, I got a message telling me that the drive was being indexed but I had been a little ambitious and impatient and had told the PC to move all of Rob's video files from the 'C;' drive and into his 'Pictures and Videos', the computer told me that it was moving two hundred gigabytes of data and that it would take several hours to complete the process. I was hoping that once indexed the transfer would take just an hour or so.

"That looks like it's going to take some time, would you like another coffee?" I nodded my head, "Can I have a little more milk in it this time?" Rob laughed as he left the room, my heart was beating so fast and my breathing so fractured that I thought that I was going to pass out, there really was nothing to look at on the PC, the screen just had a progress bar telling me that the file transfer was in progress and at zero percent.

I looked around the room, as Rob walked out he had opened a wardrobe door that had definitely been closed when I walked in the room, he had opened it so that I could look in it, it dawned on me that he could have done the same with the photograph while I was concentrating on his PC earlier, giving me a peek and leaving the room so that my natural feminine curiosity would take over.

I walked over to the wardrobe, sexy lingerie, see through night dresses, see through dressing gowns, shelves of knickers and bras, all the knickers were new but the bras looked used, clean, but used. I felt one of the dressing gowns; it felt like gossamer, there was no discernable weight to the fabric at all. When rob walked in, carrying two cups of coffee, I was holding a nighty against my face, feeling the softness against my skin.

"Would you like to try that on?" I dropped the nighty as if it were on fire; I was suddenly yanked into the reality of the situation. I think that if Rob had just put the cups down and walked up to me and unbuttoned the front of the shirt I was wearing, slipping it off mf my body and then offered me the nighty I would have just put it on. My head was spinning, I was breathing so hard that it felt like I had run a half marathon, my heart was pounding in my chest too, in my chest and in my ears at the same time.

Rob laughed at my reaction as he handed me the coffee, I took a sip to try and hide a little of the discomfort showing through in my face. "Well, it seems we have a little time to kill, you could go home and come back in an hour or we could get comfortable here!" That made my pulse shoot up and even though I had coffee in my mouth it still felt dry. Rob took a sip of his coffee, "Would you like to use some of the make-up I keep here for my models?" I didn't answer, rob took my cup off of me and led me through into the tiny bedroom, a vanity desk against one wall had three mirrors angled from each other to give a good picture of the face as you sat at the vanity, the area was well lit and there was a ton of make-up in a series of little draws under the mirror.

Rob sat me in front of the mirror, he sprayed my hair with mouse and brushed it through, then he used a rat tailed brush to add a wave as he blow dried it. Rob wanted to apply the make-up for me too but I stopped him, I used cold cream to clear the traces of the ruined paint job that I had applied earlier and I just did the minimal thing again. Rob took me back into his bedroom and 'encouraged me to sit on the bed, he took a camera from a cupboard and flicked a switch that put the four small spot lights on.

Rob took the first picture, as the flash went on the camera, the four spot lights also flared up, triggered by sensing the flashgun on his camera. Rob took a dozen or so pictures of me sitting on his bed from different angles, then he moved in and unfastened one button on the front of his shirt, he took a few more pictures then pushed me backwards slightly, my arms automatically shot back to stop me falling onto my back, Rob stepped back again and snapped a few more pictures, he was talking to me all the time, soothing words, I had heard it all before in the video I had watched while my husband was out buying the drive that was now in Rob's PC.

Rob reached in and opened the neck of the shirt I was wearing, showing my collar bone and neck off, Rob took a few more photographs, then he reached in again and unfastened another button, all the time rob was using his skills as a salesman and orator to keep me feeling happy and safe, a few more photographs and he pulled at the neck of the shirt again, this time as the neck pulled open one side slipped over my shoulder and the front pulled up slightly, I went to look down but Rob's fingers were under my chin and he was lifting my face again so that he could take another series of pictures of me.

Rob knelt on the bed at my side and reached for my wrist and pulled my arm back slightly so that I was reclining more, then he unfastened the next button, leaving only two still fastened, he pulled the other side of the shirt off of my shoulder and opened the front a little more, now I knew that wisps of bright ginger hair were visible below the bottom of the shirt. I didn't have to look down to see, I could see it in his face and the machinegun pace of the flashes from his camera as he took thirty photographs in rapid succession.

Rob moved from standing above me looking down to kneeling on the floor opposite my legs and taking photographs from just above my feet looking up my body. Rob unfastened one more button, leaving just one still holding my shirt closed, then he opened the front a little wider, my nipples came into view and rob took around a hundred pictures from every imaginable angle, he had to drop the memory card from the camera and replace it with a fresh one and he changed the battery pack at the same time. Rob had an atomiser with scented water and glycerine in it that he sprayed on my chest, décolletage and the swell of my breasts that were exposed to his camera.

Several more photographs and I was fully on my back on rob's bed, the last button had been undone but the shirt hadn't been opened, rob was encouraging me to move for him, from side to side slightly as he took one picture after the next. Rob was encouraging me to roll more, I felt the front of the shirt open as I posed in different positions, the feeling inside my body was exactly what I would feel if I was having sex with my husband, just from having Rob looking at me, and of course the photographs he was taking of me, most of the feeling of pleasure was from my inner muscles contracting and relaxing but then as I started to roll and use my legs too, there was external friction as well.

I had a mini orgasm as the shirt finally fell fully open and I was totally naked on Rob's bed. Rob looked over at his computer, "It's half way, we still have more time to kill!" Rob knelt on the bed at my side and began to gently massage my body, he eased his shirt off over my arms so that there was no longer any pretence of my being dressed or even able to cover my body at all.

I was lost in the moment, I closed my eyes as Rob's lips slipped over mine and his hands worked their way down over my flat stomach, he passed very gently over my ginger powder-puff of pussy hair and his fingers slipped lower as his tongue slipped into my mouth, his finger slipped into my cunt. If I felt lost in the moment of being naked in Rob's bedroom, as his fingers and tongue worked simultaneously in mouth and pussy. Rob didn't have to ask me to roll from side to side now; his problem was trying to keep me still as I almost jerked myself off of his bed and on to the floor.

I hadn't noticed that Rob had divested himself of his t-shirt and trousers as he masturbated me and as I went through the highest barrier of orgasmic pleasure that I had ever felt in my life, Rob covered my body with his and before I could realise that it was no longer his fingers massaging deep inside my cunt it was too late, before I could tell him to get off of me, again it was too late and he had already finished. "I'm sorry about that but I don't usually cum so fast, I was just worried that you might try and stop me finishing myself off in you!"

Rob rolled off of me and stood up, he went to his now cold coffee and swallowed it down in one go. I hadn't moved, I was in shock, what the hell had I done, it had been so long since I had sex with my husband that contraception had gone completely from my head, now, as I felt Rob's spunk running out of my pussy I suddenly remembered it and the fact that I didn't have any protection at all. Rob was easing my legs apart, I didn't want to look at him so I closed my eyes, I thought that he was going to have seconds, in my heart of hearts I was hoping that he would want seconds. The damage was, after all, done now; I might as well get as much from the evening as I could.

Rob opened my legs as far as he could, I was expecting to feel him knee walk up the bed to get between my thighs again but instead the room lit up in a bright flash, Rob was photographing his handy work as it ran from my pussy and down onto his bed. I felt his hands grip my ankles and push them so that my heels slid along the bed at up to my bottom or as close as they would go, then his hands pulled my knees back down, I closed my eyes tighter and just waited until the flash went off, my heels were touching in line with my crack and Rob had managed to get my knees back down almost onto the bed before he took the next picture.

"The computer still has twenty percent left to run, want to go again?" I didn't respond, fortunately Rob wasn't the kind of man to need permission, he left my legs in the same position, as he fucked me he was pressing down on my knees, trying to take my legs beyond the point that they naturally wanted to go, as he fucked me he told me that the exercise he was doing would help me to be able to open my legs wider, he also told me that given time, he would be able to force my legs into the splits, something I hadn't been able to do since I was five years old.

Rob filled me again, this time he knew that there was no need to rush, he had already made the damaging delivery earlier so there was no point in him rushing this time, good for me though, he gave me hundreds of orgasms on the way to his own, this time, when he had finished I was the first to move, I went to put Rob's shirt back on but it was almost as wet as my blouse from a mixture of sweat, my lubrication and Rob's spunk flooding out of my body.

Rob handed me a scarlet dressing gown, totally see through, just a belt to hold it closed I slipped it on, sat at Rob's computer and began to work on loading the antivirus, I had to remove his copy of AVG-Free first but with Rob's PC's sprightly new lease of life it was all over in a few minutes, it took a little longer to load and set up his new Outlook express and then the security software on top of that, "Do you want to send your contract through to Ron now?" "Well, if I do, he'll expect you to leave soon after that and I would still like a little more fun with you if you're OK with that!"

I had removed Rob's pictures and video folders from his libraries area, while I made shortcuts to their new locations I was thinking, 'Well, Rob had already done me twice, so the danger of pregnancy or STD's is already there in me, so I had nothing to lose and I may never get the chance again, so I may as well make the most of it!'

I stood up and just looked at Rob and waited for his next move, Rob stepped in and kissed me, then he went to his wardrobe, took out a black bra and black thong, they were as much a match as a set would be, black self support stockings with a pronounced pattern, Change into these and put the red gown back on for me please!"

While I dressed Rob opened a program on his PC and as soon as it had finished loading the four tiny but powerful spotlights set in the bed posts lit the room, Rob got me to 'play' on the bed, he posed me, undressed me slowly and all the time I had an eye on the computer screen, it was divided into four small pictures of me, one from each corner of the bed. Eventually Rob's constant talking and instructions made me forget the PC screen and I ended up naked, writhing on the bed using my own fingers to masturbate myself.

Rob produced a dildo and he talked me into using that in myself as well. I had fun for around forty minutes before Rob stepped up to the bed, he offered me his cock to suck on, I must have looked horrified because he laughed at me, "Haven't you ever sucked anyone's cock before?" I just shook my head, "Has anyone ever munched on your carpet?" I didn't understand his question but Rob gave me a clue by dipping his head between my thighs and licking me to an instant orgasm before coming back up for air and pulling a few of my pubic hairs from his mouth, "Don't you hate 'Axminster' fibres in your teeth?"

Rob 'encouraged' me to suck his cock, he gave me detailed instructions as to what he wanted me to do and how he wanted me to do it, then he slipped around and into the classic sixty-nine position above me and as he fucked my mouth he licked my cunt. We did thirty minutes of oral sex and then Rob turned again and got on top of me properly and gave me a very satisfying fucking.

I took a quick shower and then dressed in my own clothes while Rob was looking after his file with me on it and he uploaded the photographs from his memory cards in his still camera too, I walked in his bedroom tucking my blouse into the top of my skirt, "Have you sent Ron your contract yet?" Rob shook his head, I stood over him as he opened his emails with the contract in, selected the accept button and I stopped him as he was about to send it, I had to go through the protocol for adding his public key encryption and his electronic signature as well before he sent the email. "It's up to you now to fill in the rest of the forms and send them off, I'll leave you to it!"

"Will I see you around the office?" "You might do but I don't actually work for Ron!" Rob looked surprised, "Well, who do you work for?" I got the feeling that Rob was now thinking that I probably worked for a contractor looking after Ron's IT needs. It was my turn to smile this time, "I don't work for anyone, I'm Ron's daughter in law!" There was definitely a swish in my walk as I left Rob's house and walked home, no longer in the slightest frustrated, although I was very worried about what I could have caught from sex with such a philanderer as Rob and the possibility of my falling pregnant after tonight's adventure.

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