Title: Rental Property

Author: JiMC

    This work is copyright (c) 2000 with all rights reserved
by its author.

    Reposting (aside from archival storage) outside of the
the alt.sex.stories USENET hierarchy, the asstr.org
organization, or storiesonline.net is only allowed when
permission is explicitly granted by the author.  Contact the
author at <jimc-author at excite dot com> for more
information, referring to this story ("Rental Property" or by
its alternate name "Rental Agreement").

    The following is a work of fiction (actually, "FANTASY").
Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely
coincidental and rather farfetched, if you ask me.

    This is a story that describes some sexually explicit
situations (albeit not too graphic) in a fictional (remember
fiction?) setting.  The target audience is adults (people
over the age of eighteen) with broad minds.  This audience is
getting harder and harder to find each year.

    Final disclaimer-I doubt that any of the people would act
in the way described herein.  This is just fantasy, and
should be treated as such.  This fantasy takes place in the
late 1970s or early 1980s.

* * *

    "Jim, I need to speak with you."

    I looked up from my desk.  It was Bobbie, standing at the
entrance to my cubicle in that cute white jump suit with the
thin lines in a checkerboard pattern.  I didn't know if she
knew that whenever I saw her in that outfit, my internal
temperature rose a few degrees.  Maybe she did.

    "What's up, Bobbie?"

    She drew in a breath.  It was obvious that what she was
going to ask wasn't easy.  "We're short of cash this month.
We need to get some money."

    I looked around the office.  Nobody was staring at us;
our conversation was pretty quiet.  However, this wasn't the
kind of thing I liked to discuss at the office.

    "I'm going to the mall across the street for lunch.  Why
don't you join me there-my treat-and we'll discuss it?"

    She paused.  I don't think she had considered a "lunch
date" was in the cards.  However, a group of us sometimes
walked across the street and had some fast food at the mall
once or twice a week.  It wasn't as if this was anything
really that different.

    "All right," she answered, her voice barely a whisper.
She left my cubicle.

    I smiled to myself.  Bobbie was a cute girl... actually a
woman, her being about eight years older than my twenty
years.  I was the youngest employee in the office and single.
I was making a little more than she was, and didn't have many
expenses to speak of.  Only a little studio apartment that
set me back less than $200 a month.  A good portion of my
take-home just went into my savings and some certificates of
deposit.  I wasn't rich, but compared to most of the married
people in the office, I was pretty well off.

    Bobbie had started at the office a few months earlier as
a junior analyst.  She really didn't have the aptitude for
programming, and always asked me questions.  She did work
hard, and that what was important in the end.  She didn't
expect other people to do her work, and she usually managed
to get her work in on time.

    She was a slightly chubby brunette, although not really
overweight (although as a female, she probably would think
she was).  She was also a newlywed, having gotten married
about six months before she came to work with us.  Her face,
however, was her best asset.  It was round and always wore a
smile.  Her blue eyes twinkled when she laughed.  She was, in
a word, the stuff of my fantasies ever since she started
working here.

    She was the only female in our programming project.  She
seemed to be a trooper, not getting offended if she overheard
a couple of the guys telling racy jokes to one another.  She
even joined us a few times for our occasional lunches across
the street, and was also a regular at our weekly Friday night
at the pub parties, although she always just had one drink-a
white Zinfandel-and always left early to meet with her
husband.

    I took mental inventory.  I had about $200 in cash in my
wallet, so if she only needed that much or less, I could
easily accommodate her.  I figured that a small loan right
now could cement our burgeoning friendship.  I mentally
shrugged that it was probably money well spent; if she really
needed the money, she might look to me as her hero.  I had
nothing really to lose.

    It was 9:30 AM.  Lunch was in another two and a half
hours.

    I glanced back at my terminal and picked up my
programming where I left off.

* * *

    She coughed lightly.  "Jim?"

    I shook my head.  I was so engrossed in my work, that I
had forgotten about our little date.  A glance at my watch
showed me it was five minutes after noon.  I looked up at her
and said, "Sorry, Bobbie... I sort of got engrossed in my
work."

    She smiled, causing dimples to appear on her rosy cheeks.
"No problem.  We're going to the mall for lunch, right?"

    "Yup," I confirmed.  I saved my work and disconnected my
terminal, pushed back my chair and got up.  "Let's do it!"

    We left the office, and walked silently across the
parking lot to the crosswalk that crossed the busy highway
between our office and the mall.  I stole a few glances at
Bobbie, and she looked a bit nervous.  She probably doesn't
like asking for money, I thought to myself.  I know that I'd
probably feel the same way in her situation.

    As the light turned green and the "WALK" sign beamed its
green message to us, we still hadn't said anything to each
other.  We started across the highway, and made our way
through the mall parking lot.

    She started heading toward the door closest to the fast
food court.  I was fantasizing about her thinking of me as
her hero, and suddenly decided to head toward the full
service restaurant at the other end of the mall.

    "Bobbie, if we go to the food court, we'll be in the
middle of hundreds of shoppers.  We'll never get any privacy,
and I don't think this is something you will feel comfortable
about discussing in public.  Let's go to The Station for a
salad or sandwich, OK?"

    She looked at me and thought.  She smiled and thanked me,
and started heading toward The Station.

    "Still my treat," I assured her.

    We got to the restaurant a few minutes later, and other
than that one exchange in the parking lot, we still hadn't
said much of anything to one another.  The place was just
starting to fill, but we had no trouble getting a table.  As
luck would have it, it was pretty secluded from the other
tables.

    The waiter arrived a few minutes after we were seated,
and Bobbie ordered a Cobb salad and I ordered a turkey
sandwich.  After the waiter retrieved our menus, and
departed, Bobbie decided it was time to talk.

    "Jim, I want to thank you for the lunch.  You are so
sweet."  She paused, uncertain as to continue.

    "Thanks for joining me, Bobbie," I answered, filling the
awkward gap.

    "Henry was laid off a few months ago," she began,
referring to her husband.  "right after we got married.  We
still have the mortgage and our other bills.  I don't think
we'll be able to pay them off this month.  Henry has found
another job, but it won't start for another few weeks.  So, a
small loan right now would help us out, and we'll be able to
repay you after he starts getting paid for his new job."

    I nodded at her in understanding.  Even though I wasn't
an accountant, I wrote many programs for them.  It wasn't
difficult to see that a loan could help her in that
situation, and wouldn't just be postponing a future
default... it was definitely a "good risk."

    "So, have you figured out how much you are going to need?"

    She took another deep breath.  This was the part that was
difficult for her... actually asking for the money.  "Um,
well, yeah.  I had done some calculations a night or so ago,
and we're short..."  She paused again, sighing.

    "We're short about $600."  she began again, quickly.  "If
I had that much more right now, I'd be able to pay this
month's bills and the late ones from last month, and with
Henry starting his job on the first, we'll probably come out
even next month, and be back on the positive side the month
after that.  I could start paying you back then."  She looked
at me, hopeful.

    I could see that she had figured this out.  Six hundred
dollars wasn't chicken feed, but it would hardly cause much
of a dent in my savings account.

    After a few moments thought, I responded, "You sound like
you have it all figured out, Bobbie.  It really sounds like a
good plan.  Of course, I don't have $600 on me right now.
I'd have to go to my bank and make a withdrawal."

    "You mean, you'll lend me the money?"  she asked.

    "Of course, Bobbie.  You have a good plan, and since you
will be back on the plus side in just a month or two, it
doesn't look like there's any problem that I can see."

    Her look of apprehension changed to joy.  "That's
wonderful, Jim!"  she exclaimed, and got up out of her chair,
and crossed to where I was sitting.  She bent down and put a
kiss right on my lips.

    I was a bit taken aback from this.  It had happened so
quickly: she was thanking me, and all of a sudden, her lips
were on mine.

    I opened my eyes, and she was still kissing me, her eyes
closed.  I breathed in deeply through my nose, savoring her
wonderful perfume.

    She broke from the kiss, looking a bit embarrassed.  She
quietly returned to her seat, and said, softly, "Um, I didn't
mean to embarrass you, Jim!"

    "Um... oh, no!  It was just a bit unexpected, Bobbie."

    The waiter arrived with our lunches, and the moment was
gone.  I must have had the biggest grin on my face, though.
She smiled at me in return.  I was her hero.  I just knew it!

    Bobbie and I made small chit-chat during the meal, Bobbie
knowing my disdain for discussing work stuff outside of work.
She talked about Henry's new job, working for some security
firm.  I talked to her about my upcoming weekend, which would
be going on a camping trip to the beach.  All the while
during the meal, one thought kept going through my head: "She
kissed me!  She kissed me!  I'm her hero!  I'm her hero!"

    When the meal ended, and the waiter came, I already had
my American Express card out.  I had promised that it was my
treat, and I wanted to remain her hero.  Bobbie asked me if I
wanted her to pay the tip, but I told her that it wouldn't be
a problem.

    After I signed the receipt, I put my copy and my card
back into my wallet.  I remembered that I had $200 in there
already.

    "Bobbie, I have about $200 here."  I counted it out.  I
put it on the table and told her that I needed to run a few
errands during the remainder of the lunch hour, and also had
to visit my bank for the rest of the money I was going to
lend her.  "Why don't you meet me in Don's office after
work," referring to our manager, who, along with about half
the office staff, was out at some boring trade show for the
week.  "We'll settle everything then.  Tell Henry that you'll
be a half hour or so late coming home."

    She nodded at me, and took the money with an embarrassed
smile.  She took my hand in hers and thanked me again.  It
wasn't a kiss, but it didn't matter to me.

* * *

    I didn't really have any errands that couldn't wait until
after work, and my bank had one of those new-fangled
auto-teller machines where I could get some money.
Unfortunately, $400 was over my daily limit on the machine,
which I found out when I tried to withdraw it.  I looked
inside the bank, and the teller line wasn't long, so I just
got on line, wrote myself a check for $700 (Hey... I needed
some cash for myself!).

    I walked around the mall, thinking to myself.  Thinking
about Bobbie kissing me... how lovely she looked in that jump
suit... I'm her hero!  Thinking about how nice she smelled
when she kissed me...

    I was killing time, trying to get into the office just as
the lunch hour concluded.  I wanted to spend some more time
privately with Bobbie.  Maybe I'd get another kiss.

    Walking around the mall, it was probably the first time
in years that I failed to look at all the females shopping.
My mind was on other things... that kiss from Bobbie... being
her hero... her jump suit.  I soon found my thoughts
straying... Bobbie taking off that jump suit... Bobbie's lips
around my cock...

    I must have looked a sight, since I found myself with a
rather large hard-on.  Luckily the rest rooms were close by,
and I stepped inside to relieve myself.  I emptied my
bladder, and started to force myself to start thinking about
the project I was doing at work.  A few minutes later, I was
back to "normal."

    At work, I found it difficult to pay attention to my
coding.  I kept on thinking of Bobbie.  We both got off at
4:30 PM.  I couldn't believe how slowly the hours went.
1:15... 1:20... 1:30...

    I had a lot of fantasies that afternoon... all of them
starring Bobbie and, of course, me as her hero.

    Finally, it was 4:25.  I couldn't really wait any more.
I disconnected my terminal and got out of my cubicle.  Bobbie
was still in her cubicle.  I walked down the hallway
silently, and entered Don's office.

    Don's office was spotless.  He was one of those
"neatness" fiends.  His desk was totally uncluttered, except
for a blotter, a phone, a stapler, and a pencil box with a
couple of pens in it.  His desk had a comfortable swivel
chair, and I sat in it.

    Across from his desk, was a sofa-or more accurately, a
love seat.  A lot of us in the group used that sofa for
catching some Zs when we were pulling an all-nighter, trying
to meet some near-impossible deadline.

    In my wallet, I had my $900.  I counted it.  Seven
one-hundred dollar bills.  I put the wallet back in my pocket.

    And started to worry about loaning her the money... why
not just give it to her?  I started tossing the idea back and
forth in my mind...

    At exactly 4:30, the office door opened, and Bobbie
exclaimed, "Oh, hi, Jim!"  Apparently, she was surprised to
see me already there.

    "Hi, Bobbie," I replied, asking her to shut the door so
we could be more private.

    She did, and sat in the love seat facing the desk.

    "Bobbie, I was thinking about the loan this afternoon,
and I had a little misgiving."

    She didn't say anything, but there was a little
disappointment in her eyes.

    "I don't really like lending money to people, mostly
because I find myself too embarrassed to ask people to pay it
back when they forget to do so, and have found that people
who cannot pay back loans get embarrassed themselves, and
what used to be a nice friendship gets turned into a very
uncomfortable situation."

    She closed her eyes, fearing the worst.

    "Bobbie," I continued, "I know that you are encountering
a hard time, and I also don't want to ruin our friendship by
not lending your the money.  You can see that I am in a bit
of a quandary."

    She opened her eyes, and gave me a look of understanding.
"I under-" she started.

    I interrupted her, knowing what she was going to say.

    "Now, Bobbie... the easiest thing for me to do is just
give you the money, and ask you not to repay me ever.  That
way, I won't have lost your friendship by not giving you the
money, and I won't lose your friendship if, for any reason,
you cannot repay it."

    I paused, waiting for her reaction.

    "I... I'm sorry, Jim.  I cannot take $600 from you... a
friend... and not offer to repay it back to you!  I'd feel
like I owe you something!"  She paused, listening to what she
just said.  "I mean, I WOULD owe you something, but if you
don't allow me to pay it back, I'd feel very guilty!"

    "I had a feeling you'd say something like that, Bobbie.
That's another part of the problem!"

    She looked at her watch, and said, "Oh, shit!  I forgot
to call Henry!"  She picked up Don's phone, and dialed a
number.  She waited about thirty seconds, and then said, "Hi,
honey.  It's Bobbie!  I'm gonna be working a little late
tonight... something just came up at the last minute.  Why
don't you put the chicken in the microwave and I'll be home
at..."  she looked at her watch, "no later than 6:30."

    She hung up, and said to me, "Henry wasn't home, so I
left a message."

    I nodded, "So, where were we?  I don't want to make this
a loan, and you think that you'd feel guilty if I just gave
you the money, right?"

    She nodded.

    "How else can we do this?"  I asked.

    She went silent.  She was thinking this through.  I guess
she realized that this might take some time, hence her
message to Henry.

    "Jim, I think you are very sweet to want to just give me
the money, but if Henry were to find out, he'd feel guilty as
well, knowing that he wasn't able to earn our mortgage money
this month."

    I nodded in agreement.

    "Why can't you allow us to repay you?  I don't care if
you don't want interest, but I cannot take $600 from you
without repaying it back."

    "Hmmm... what if you both took me out for a night on the
town when you get more solvent?"  I asked.

    "You mean, like a dance club, or something?"  she asked.

    "Maybe that's not a good idea," I said.  "I mean, if you
are just getting back on your feet, Henry might not want to
spend money on something like that... and invite me as well
as have you pick up the check!"

    She shook her head.  "Yeah, I don't think that would
work."

    We sat in silence, trying to work it out.

    "Bobbie?"  I asked.

    "Yes?"

    "You know, I really liked that kiss you gave me at The
Station this afternoon."

    She turned red in embarrassment.  "Oh, Jim, I was just so
happy that you'd said that you'd lend me the money!  You have
always been such a sweet person."

    "I know, but..."  I paused, no knowing how to continue.

    "But?"  she asked.

    "But... for some reason, I've been having a hard time
keeping from thinking about it.  I really enjoyed it."

    She looked at me.  "Well... I guess that I enjoyed it,
too."

    A sudden inspiration hit me.  "I have an idea.  How about
$100 for each kiss you give me!  It won't be like I'm giving
you the money for nothing!"

    She looked at me without saying anything.  She thought it
over and started to shake her head.  "No... I don't really
like the connotation of that."

    "What connotation?"

    "Kissing for money.  It's like..."  she paused, looking
at me.

    "OH!"  I responded.  I hadn't thought of that.

    This is about as far as I thought it would go... maybe if
she were to sleep with me for money... but I had never
thought it through.  She'd just be a prostitute if she did
that.  A whore.  I didn't want to think of her that way.

    "That's not what I meant, but..."  I tried to get my
thoughts together.  "I think you are too nice for me to think
of you that way!"

    She smiled at me.  "You really are sweet, aren't you."
She looked at me.  "Jim, I like you, but I can't cheat on
Henry," she took a breath.  "You don't want me to do that, do
you?"

    A sudden inspiration hit me.  It was all I could do to
keep from grinning.  If I played this right...!

    "OK.  Kissing for money is out of the question.  It was
just a thought."  I paused for a bit, thinking how I was
going to word the next part.

    "Bobbie, I have an idea.  Let me finish this and then
think about it before you answer.  OK?"

    She nodded her head.

    "OK.  I gave you $200 at lunch today, promising you that
I would lend you the money, right?  OK.  Then I will lend you
that $200.  You can pick out your own interest rate and
terms.  Just sign an I-O-U for it before you leave here today.

    "But I won't lend you the entire $600 you asked for.  You
don't want me to give it to you as a gift, and I understand
that."  I slowly counted out six one-hundred dollar bills.
"This is the money that I want to give you... $600.  As far
as I am concerned, it is a gift, and I do NOT want it repaid.
If you take it, you will have $800, which will not only get
you past your difficult time, but give you a bit of a cushion
to fall back on" I could see her head give a tiny shake "no"
but I continued.  "Since you don't want this gift, and since
you don't like the idea of selling kisses to me, I think that
the only thing else that I could do is..."

    I looked her straight in the eyes.  "I will purchase all
the clothes you are wearing right now.  For the $600 on the
table.  Right now.  Take it or leave it."

    It took a couple of seconds for the words to sink in.
She looked at me, shocked.

    I could see the wheels spinning in her head.  I wasn't
asking for a kiss, or for any sexual favors.  But she'd have
to be nude with me.  Did she think she could do that?

    I saw her head nod slightly, and I knew that I had her.
But she wasn't going to make it too easy.

    "Jim, you can't be serious."  She looked at me, and knew
that I was serious.  "I cannot undress in front of you!"

    "Bobbie, I don't want to lend you the money.  I want to
give it to you.  You don't want it as a gift, and you don't
want to sell kisses.  I can see your points, and I think that
they both have merit.  However, if you want my money, then
sell me your clothes.  I promise that I won't think any less
of you."

    I could see that her will was being beaten down.  I
decided to press my advantage.

    "The money is on that table.  Pick it up and take it as a
gift, or as the sale price for your clothes.  It's your
choice.  If you don't pick it up, you can look elsewhere for
the money.  I still want an I-O-U for the $200, though.  I've
already given you that money, and I won't take it back."

    She was still thinking it over, but her right hand was
subconsciously playing with one of the bottom buttons on her
jump suit.  I could see her answer.

    Staring in my eyes, she got up from the love seat and
stood up at the desk.  She slowly dropped her left hand and
picked up the money.

    She then turned and started towards the door.

    My heart dropped.  She was going to take it as a gift.
Time to try to pick up any dignity that I had left.

    "Fine.  I had hoped that you'd take it as a gift.  Please
give me an I-O-U for the $200 on my desk as you leave."

    When she reached the door, she didn't open it.  She
turned the lock.

    "No, I'm not taking it as a gift.  I'm going to let you
buy my clothes.  But the price isn't $600.  The price is
$800, including the $200 you already gave me.  Deal?"

    My heart stopped.  She wanted in her own terms.  I don't
generally like dickering over a price, but I knew that I
wanted what she was offering.

    "Deal."

* * *

    Bobbie stood there at the door.  She realized that she
had just sold her clothes to her co-worker.

    Her hand started to fumble with her top button, and I
said, "Wait!"

    She froze, looking at me.  Was this a sudden reprieve, or
was I going to change the deal?

    "You've taken the $800, right?"

    "Yes," she answered, unsure of my point.

    "So, as of right now, those clothes are mine, right?"

    "Um..."  she paused.  "I guess so..."

    "Then I want to be the one that removes them.  After all,
they are mine now, to do whatever I please with them."

    She was unsure of herself now.  Would she let me take
them off her?

    "Umm..."  she was wavering again.

    "C'mon.  I offered you $600.  You asked for $800.  You
can at least allow me to take them off myself, Bobbie."

    "Oh.  All right," she said slowly.  She thought to
herself.  "First... I need to stop at my desk.  I want to put
this money in my purse, and... you know, get the rest of my
stuff ready to go.  OK?"

    She was asking permission.  I liked this.

    "Fine.  I need to go to the bathroom myself.  Let's meet
back here in five minutes."  I glanced up at the clock above
her.  "Let's say, 4:55 by this clock."

    She unlocked the door and hurried to her cubicle.  I
walked down the hall to the men's room.  About thirty seconds
later, I heard the door to the women's room close.  That must
be Bobbie.  I grinned to myself.  She was going to make sure
that everything was presentable!

    I flushed the urinal, and walked slowly back to Don's
office.  Bobbie wasn't in her cubicle, and she hadn't come
out of the lavatory.

    I entered Don's office, closed the door, and sat on the
love seat.

    And waited.

    At 4:55, exactly, I heard the door knob turn.  It was
Bobbie.  She entered quietly, put her purse next to the love
seat, and locked the door.

    She stared at me in the love seat.  "Um, Jim.  I'm not
sure that I can go through with this."

    I cut her off.  "C'mon, Bobbie.  A deal's a deal.  But I
can see you might be nervous.  Shit, I'm nervous as hell as
well.  But wait, I have an idea."

    I got up, walked around Bobbie, unlocked the door, and
left.  I went to my cubicle, and got out a bottle of
Sauvignon Blanc that I had received as a Christmas present a
few months ago.  I found a couple of paper cups in my office,
and returned to Don's office, locking it as I came in.

    "This should calm down your nerves, Bobbie.  Want some?"

    She looked at the bottle, hesitated, and then nodded.

    I dug into my pocket and retrieved my keys.  I had a
small Swiss army knife on the key ring, and flipped out the
cork screw.  After about a minute, I had the wine uncorked,
and poured about five ounces in each of the cups.

    "Jim... maybe a little more for me?"  she asked.

    I poured each of us another three ounces, and handed her
one cup.

    She took the cup, and swigged it down.

    "A little more, Jim?"

    I was a bit surprised.  I had never seen her drink so
quickly before, and never more than a single drink.  I poured
her some more, about five ounces, and looked at her.  She
nodded for me to add more.  I poured a total of eight ounces,
and handed it to her.  She swigged that one down, as well.  I
decided not to offer her any more; I wasn't trying to get her
drunk!

    I sipped my glass and laid it on Don's desk.

    It looked like she was going to ask for another glass of
wine, and I decided that she was probably just trying to
postpone the inevitable.

    "Bobbie, if you drink any more, you will be in some sorry
condition when you come home to Henry tonight."

    The mention of her husband's name caused her to jerk
herself.  She realized that I was right.

    "OK... but..."  she was looking around for something else
to stall her disrobing.

    I started to reach for the top button of her jump suit,
and she stepped back, falling into the love seat behind her.

    I sat next to her.  "You want me to wait, Bobbie?"  I
asked.

    She nodded.

    I leaned over toward her, and kissed her softly on the
lips, just as she had done to me earlier that day, but
without all the vigor she had put into kissing me earlier.

    Instinctively, she returned the kiss, her mouth opening
slightly.  I could feel her tongue touching my lips.  I
opened my lips, and touched my tongue with hers.

    Her breathing started to slow down.  Either the kiss or
the wine was calming her down.

    I pulled my face away.  Her eyes were still closed.

    I stood up, facing her.  I bent down and put my hands
under her arm pits, pulling her to her feet.  She came up,
willingly.

    I took a deep breath, and started to unbutton her top
button.  She didn't pull away, or even open her eyes.  Her
lips were still in sort of a pucker from the kiss.  I could
see her tongue still playing between her lips.

    The next button unfastened, and then the next.  Her arms
were at her sides, and a plain white bra was slowly being
revealed.  I unbuttoned the final three buttons, down to
about her belly button.

    Her bra was now revealed, covering her breasts.  Her
chest rose and fell with her breathing, and her eyes were
still closed.  I was mesmerized by the sight.

    After a few seconds, I gently pushed the top of the jump
suit off her shoulders, and it fell down to her waist.  I
tugged it over her hips, and pulled it down to the floor.  As
I pulled each leg, she would lifted each one up to remove the
suit.  She was now standing in her bra, panties, and a pair
of sandals.  I placed the jump suit carefully on the love
seat.

    Her bra fastened in the back, so I turned her around to
unhook it.  It took a couple of tries, but I finally got it
unclasped.  I slowly slid each strap down her shoulders, her
breasts holding up the cups in the front.  I reached around
her, and gently cupped each breast, fondling them gently for
about twenty seconds.

    Her breathing started getting a bit faster, and I thought
I saw a shiver go through her back.

    I pulled the bra cups away from her breasts, and she
moved her hands forward for the straps to follow.  I removed
the bra, and placed it on top of the jump suit.

    I turned her around.  Her eyes were still closed, and her
breathing was getting slower again.  I put my hands on her
backside.

    Her eyes opened.  She looked at me, and there was some
emotion in her eyes.  Her head nodded just a bit slightly, as
if to give me permission.  I kneaded her buttocks through the
panties, and then moved my hand to the top of her panties and
started to pull them down.

    As her panties came down, I started to see her pubic
hairs.  They were soft and brown.  I almost lost control and
started to touch them, but remembered that I only owned the
clothes... not her!

    I moved my hand between her thighs and felt the material
of her panties right below her crotch.  It was a bit
moist-not wet.  As I pushed up, just a tiny bit, I heard a
slight gasp from her.  I looked up at her face; her eyes were
closed again.  I thought I could detect the slightest moan.

    I touched her again, rubbing gently.  The moaning was a
little more pronounced.  I squatted down to her pussy level
and moved my hands to the top edges of her panties.  With a
sudden move, that caused her whole body to jerk, I had moved
them down her legs, her knees holding them up.

    I inhaled the aroma of her pussy.  It smelled pungent
with a slight whiff of perfume and talc.  I closed my eyes,
inhaling her for a minute or so.

    She moved her knees closer, causing the panties to fall
to her ankles.  I took that as a cue, and brought each foot
out.  Bobbie lifted each leg in turn to free the panties.  I
deposited them on top of her bra.

    I put my hands on her backside, and slowly guided her to
the love seat, being careful to not have her sit on the
clothes.  As she sat down, I removed each of her sandals, and
placed them on top of her clothes.

    I looked at her sitting there, totally nude.  Her eyes
were open now.  I wondered what she was thinking... Did she
think I'd force myself on her?

    After drinking in the beauty of my nude co-worker sitting
in the love seat, I reluctantly turned my attention to her...
rather, my... clothes.  I put the sandals on Don's desk, and
then picked up each item of clothing, folding them carefully.

    I walked to the other side of Don's desk, and sat down in
his chair.  She was looking at me curiously.  What was I
going to do next?  I smiled to myself, another inspiration
hitting me.

* * *

    I opened one of the side drawers in the desk, and found a
couple of empty grocery bags that Don kept there.  I pulled
out one, and opened it.  I put her sandals into the bag,
followed by her jump suit, when Bobbie decided to talk for
the first time.

    "Jim... what are you doing with my clothes?"

    "What do you mean, YOUR clothes?  You sold them to me.
Don't you remember?"

    She looked at me in astonishment.  She had thought that
the deal was that she would undress (or be undressed) and
that was it.  A look of concern started to wash over her face
as she realized that I had intended to KEEP the clothes!

    "But... but... I cannot go out of the office... like
THIS!"  she said, looking down at her nude body.

    I shrugged.  "A deal's a deal.  You agreed to sell them,
didn't you?"

    Panic started to cross her face.  "But... Henry will KILL
me... I cannot leave here NAKED!"

    "Hmmmm... we have another quandary here, don't we?"  I
said, looking her straight in the eyes.

    She thought about the $800 that she had in her purse.
"OK.  I'll buy them back for $100."

    "No, Bobbie.  I bought them for $800.  And I don't want
to sell them.  Ever!"

    "$200?"  she asked.

    I shook my head.  "Not even for a thousand.  I've always
loved seeing you in that jump suit.  And now, whenever I look
at that jump suite, I will remember you out of it.  This is a
memory that I will cherish!"

    "$300?"

    I continued to shake my head.  "Bobbie.  I promise you,
I'm not interested in selling these!"  I shook the bag with
my new acquisitions.

    Her eyes had a pleading look.

    "What do you want?  Another kiss?  I liked that last
one," she pleaded.

    I shrugged.  She decided to take the initiative.  She got
up off the love seat and walked around to the other side of
the desk.  She bent down and kissed me.  I kissed her back,
and our tongues played with each other again.  It was as if
they had missed each other in the ten minutes they had been
away.

    Emboldened, I reached out and cupped her buttocks.  She
shook a little, and then let out a bit of a sigh.  Her tongue
never stopped playing with mine.

    The position of my head was such that I could only see
her left breast.  Her nipple was standing out, erect.  I
brought my right hand off her butt and gave the nipple a
tweak.  She let me play with her nipple, giving me another
soft moan.

    Suddenly, she took her head away from mine, and took my
right hand and placed it back on her ass.  She then moved her
left breast to my lips.  She pushed it into my mouth and I
started to suck.

    I flicked the nipple with the tip of my tongue, and
started to knead her backside at the same time.

    I was in heaven.  Here I was, sucking the breast of a
woman who just twenty minutes ago, refused to sell me six
kisses for $100 each!

    I pulled away from her left breast.

    "Well, Bobbie, you can be pretty persuasive," I told her.

    She went to pick up the bag with the clothes in it, and I
stopped her.

    "Wait.  I didn't agree to sell you these!"

    "But... but, you just kissed me!  I thought you'd sell
them back for a kiss.  And I let you touch me..."

    "No!  I didn't.  You just asked me what I wanted and then
started kissing me.  I never agreed to anything more."

    She looked like she was ready to cry.  "Huh???"  She
sniffed a bit, and her eyes actually started to tear.  It was
a look that almost broke my heart.  "So, what do you want.
You KNOW that I cannot leave here without my clothes!"

    I closed my eyes.  I made it look like I was thinking
deeply.

    I felt her lips on mine again.  I opened my eyes, and she
pulled back slightly, and said, "That's OK.  This is for
free, Jim."

    She kissed me again.  Our tongues did their little dance
once more.  I enjoyed the sensations, savoring her taste.

    I felt a tug on the zipper of my pants.

    My eyes shot open.

    "Is THIS what you want?  I can tell that it's excited!"
She continued to pull the zipper down.  "If I suck you, will
you give me back my clothes?  Huh?  I'll suck you today, and
any other time you want to do it!"

    My dick got even harder, if that was at all possible.  It
was straining against my boxers already.  She already had the
zipper open, and was starting to unbuckle my pants.

    "Wait, Bobbie!  No!  Wait!"  I couldn't believe I was
hearing myself turn down a blow job from a gorgeous
co-worker.  My dick was incredulous as well, but remained
hard, hoping against hope.

    "Listen, Bobbie.  I really want those clothes.  I wasn't
lying to you when I told you what they mean to me."

    She was getting desperate.  "What do you want?  Do you
want me to fuck you?  I'll fuck you.  C'mon, Jim!"

    "No, Bobbie.  We can't do that.  Please, wait!"  She
looked at me.  The tears started to well up in her eyes again.

    "What?"  she asked.  Her whole face was about to explode
into a cry.

    "I have a compromise!  I'll keep the clothes AND you can
still wear them."

    Her forehead crinkled in confusion.  "Huh???  What are
you talking about?"

    "You want to buy back your clothes, right?"

    She nodded, still very confused.

    "Well, what if I rent them to you?"

    "What do you mean, 'rent them?'" she asked, suddenly wary.

    "Exactly what it sounds like.  I keep ownership of these
things," I said, tapping the bag.  "And you get to wear
them... for a price."

    "What price?"  she asked.

    I thought for a moment.  I closed my eyes, thinking of
how to word this properly.  I had done very well so far, and
didn't want to fuck things up completely now.

    "OK," I started.  "I told you before that I wanted that
outfit so that I could remember what happened today.  I meant
it.  Whenever I see that outfit, I will remember today.  I'll
remember taking it off you, and I'll remember you kissing
me."  I stopped, not wanting to get into things that would
embarrass her, but I had to continue.

    "Now, you offered me oral sex, and even intercourse, 'as
often as I want,' if I remember correctly."

    She grimaced as I said this.  I continued.

    "Now, intercourse is TOTALLY out of the question.  You
told me when you first came in here that you didn't want to
cheat on Henry, and I don't want you to cheat on him.  You
have my assurance on that."

    She looked a little more relieved now.

    "You still need something to wear tonight, and I don't
want you to get in trouble with the police or with Henry, so,
listen to my next proposal:

    "First, I retain ownership, plain and simple.  That
outfit is MINE.  I bought and paid for it.  Agreed?"

    She nodded her head.  This didn't sound too bad.  Yet.

    "Next, you want to wear the outfit home, or Henry will
know something is up.  I don't want you to get in trouble.
Still with me?"

    Another nod.

    "OK.  I'll let you wear this outfit, which is mine now,
home.  I still want to be able to see that outfit.  You can
satisfy this requirement by simply wearing the same outfit...
the EXACT SAME OUTFIT... once a week or every two weeks-sort
of like how you do now"

    She looked at me, surprised that I knew her dressing
habits.  It didn't really really hit her until then that I
REALLY liked that outfit.  This may be weird, but it didn't
sound too bad yet.  She nodded slightly.

    I continued, "However, since the outfit is mine, every
time you wear it, I retain the option, as the rightful owner
of the outfit, to 'inspect' my property.  To make sure it is
in, um... good condition, of course."  I winked a bit at her.
She smiled back, self-consciously.

    She then realized that she would have to undress... or be
undressed... again.  She wasn't nodding as much now.

    She had a thought.  "But... Don will be back in this
office on Friday.  We won't be able to do this again."

    I smiled.  She was actually considering the idea.  I
decided to continue.

    "We can do it wherever it is most convenient for the both
of us.  Some place where we can have our privacy.  It will be
my responsibility to come up with an appropriate place, and
you have to approve the location or offer another suitable
location as an alternative.  OK?"

    She nodded again, still a bit unsure.

    "And we now come to the rental fee..."

    She was now really unsure.  She didn't think of fees...
just a little harmless undressing occasionally.  "What do you
mean by 'rental fee?'" she asked.

    "Within the bounds of what we agreed to before, about you
and I both not wanting you to cheat on Henry, you will grant
me one wish each time I perform an 'inspection' on your
outfit."

    "One wish?"

    "Something that you will agree to, within the bounds that
I mentioned.  A kiss, perhaps.  A suck on your tit.  Remember
that you already offered to suck me before.  Something that
you and I agree to at the time."

    "I have approval as to what you can wish?"  she asked,
still not quite trusting.

    "Yes.  If you don't approve of something, you can suggest
something else, until we both agree on something.  OK?"

    "That doesn't sound too bad."

    "OK.  Final terms.  We both know that this cannot go on
perpetually.  The outfit won't last forty or fifty years, for
one thing."  We both smiled at that.  "So, let's just
guarantee a rental period of three months, and we can
renegotiate after that for a longer period."

    "Renegotiate?"  she asked.

    "Yes.  Things can change.  I want us both to be able to
think of better and different terms."

    She nodded.  It made sense.

    "And, at the end of any three-month terms, you may cancel
the rental contract completely by returning the outfit, and
undergoing one final 'inspection,'" I said.

    "You make it sound like a legal contract," she commented.

    I nodded.  "Well, as far as I am concerned, it's legally
binding.  I would expect that your pride and honor would make
you live up to your end of the deal."

    "OK.  You have a deal, Jim," she said.

    "One more thing.  Our friendship remains.  Despite this
rental agreement, and any other future agreements, we both
must agree to remain friends, or else this contract is
terminated right here and now.  I don't want to lose your
friendship, which I cherish more than anything else."

    "Awww, Jim," she cooed.  "You are so sweet.  It's a deal,
then!"

    "Deal it is," I responded.  I automatically offered a
handshake to seal the deal.

    "No handshake, buster!"  She smiled at me.  "Let's seal
this with a kiss!"

    I smiled.

    She said, "Close your eyes, Jim!"

    I closed my eyes, expecting her lips to meet mine, and
our tongues to resume their wicked dance.  My lips were
already parted.  All of a sudden, I felt a warm tickle on my
lips, and I puckered up, expecting to give her another kiss.

    I was surprised to find something else there... a nipple.
I opened my mouth a bit more, and started playing with the
nipple with my tongue.  I could feel her chest move with each
breath she took.

    I felt another stirring in my loins.  My eyes were still
closed, and I was basking in all the sensations once more.
This was heaven.

    Her nipple left my mouth, leaving my mouth puckering for
more.

    I kept my eyes closed, trying to remember each an every
taste and all the sensations.

    Then I felt her hand surround my cock.  I didn't remember
my cock being out... did she pull it out while I was sucking
on her breast?

    A new... warm... feeling wrapped around my cock.  It was
exquisite.  My dick felt wonderful... more wonderful than it
had ever felt before.

    I felt her hair against my thighs as her head bobbed up
and down, sending wonderful chills throughout my body.

    A stirring started in my loins, and I realized that I
didn't have too long to go.  I didn't know if she wanted me
to cum in her mouth... and I was too mesmerized by the
experience to get a word out.

    She seemed to know what was cumming... and she increased
her tempo, sucking deeper and harder.  I erupted into her
mouth.  I wasn't watching to see if she had swallowed it all;
I promise you that it really didn't matter at the time.

    I must have passed out from the sensation, since the next
thing I know, I saw a goddess wearing a lovely white (with
black and red check stripes) jump suit and sandals.

    "Wake up, Jim!"  She shook my shoulder.

    I was on the love seat... how did I get from the swivel
chair to there?

    I glanced at my watch.  It was about 6 PM.  I couldn't
remember anything past about 5:20 PM.

    She gave me a small kiss.  I cringed inwardly, suddenly
remembering that she had swallowed my jism before, but gave
her a tongue in return.  I didn't taste anything different...
just Bobbie.  Her tongue waved bye-bye to my tongue.

    "See ya tomorrow," she said, as she unlocked the door and
left the office, shutting the door behind her.

    I saw the grocery bag still on the desk, and went around
the desk to return it to Don's drawer.  There was something
still inside it.  I reached in, and found her panties and
bra, as well as a note:

    Dear Jim,

    I still think you are the sweetest man that I've ever
met.  Keep these as souvenirs.

    You can pay a visit to your new purchase next Tuesday.

    Love, Bobbie

    I smiled, and put them all back into the bag, folded it
up.

    I walked out of the office and turned into the hallway
that led to the elevator.  Bobbie was just entering the
elevator car.  She held the "door open" button for me, and I
ran to catch it.

    The car was empty, as it usually is on a weekday evening.
And it was notoriously slow making its nine floor crawl to
the main lobby.

    She had a cold look in her eyes.  She said, with a stern
warning in her voice which made my heart sink.

    "Jim, if I EVERY catch you alone with me again..."  she
started, "I'll SCREAM if I don't feel your hands on my tits,
ass, or pussy within ten seconds.  Nine.  Eight..."

    It took another couple of seconds for what she said to
completely register.  I grabbed her ass with my left hand,
and her left tit with my right hand.  She started kissing me
while rubbing my once-again hardening member.  I counted the
rings as the elevator passed the seventh floor... sixth...

    We were both hot and bothered by the time the second
floor bell rang.  We rearranged ourselves just in time for
the doors to open in the main lobby, where a security guard,
looking bored, was sitting, waiting for us to sign out.

    She signed first, and as I picked up the pen, she called
back to me.  "See ya tomorrow, Jim.  And remember our project
on Tuesday."

* * *

Epilogue

    I would love to be able to say that we stuck to that
"rental agreement" for the next few years, but that would be
a lie.

    When I met Bobbie the next Tuesday, I was surprised
during my "inspection" that she was wearing the jump suit and
sandals, and nothing else.  Bobbie told me that since I still
had possession of her panties and bra, she felt that it would
be "going against the spirit of the agreement" for her to
wear other ones.

    Our rental agreement did last for the first three month
period, and we both enthusiastically agreed to another
three-month extension.

    However, just a month into the second rental period, I
was given a great job offer at another company that I
couldn't turn down.  It was very hard deciding between the
better pay and benefits, versus the "special benefits" I was
earning with Bobbie, but in the end, even Don, my boss, urged
me to take the other job... it was just a better milestone in
my career path.

    In keeping with our agreement, my "wishes" during this
period were usually pretty simple... a kiss (my tongue had a
longing for hers)... a massage (sometimes she was receiving,
sometimes it was me)... a relaxing suck on her breasts.
Occasionally, she would veto a request, and instead make me
agree to oral sex (both giving and receiving), and the last
time before I moved to my other job, we "said our farewells"
with a classic sixty-nine.

    I did see Bobbie after that.  I paid the old office a
visit once or twice, and even though I never had planned or
announced any of those visits in advance, each time I
visited, Bobbie was wearing that same jump suit and sandals.
And she'd insist on having lunch with me, and asking, no...
demanding me... to "inspect" her-once in a semi-public
place-and I must tell you that she was never caught wearing
any underwear ever.

    When we talked, I knew that Bobbie and Henry's marriage
was still going strong.  She had a profound love for him,
even though she seemed to have an equally profound lust for
little ol' me.

    I never really had any girl friends, devoting most of my
time to work.  I had found an accountant that help me invest
most of my savings into good investments, mostly in tech and
software stocks, which gave me an unbelievable rate of
return... I figure that I will be able to retire in luxury at
the age of forty-five... unless I still feel like working!

    I received Christmas cards from Henry and Bobbie every
year without fail (even though I never send them out myself).
Bobbie always wrote about the things that were happening in
her life, and usually put in some cryptic message about our
rental agreement.  I wondered if Henry ever knew what she was
talking about.

    A couple of years ago in May, I received a card in the
mail from Bobbie.  I was surprised, it not being Christmas
season.  It was a simple card telling me that Henry had
passed away after his second heart operation, and wondering
if I could pay my last respects to him.  His funeral was only
a couple of days away.

    I was shocked.  Bobbie had never told me anything about
Henry's declining health, and it made her coy sexual
references in her recent Christmas cards seem rather callous.
But despite that, I really wanted to see Bobbie again; I had
only met Henry once or twice before, but never after we
started our rental agreement.

    When I got to the funeral home, I saw Bobbie, dressed in
a black suit (I must admit to you that I had fantasized that
she'd be wearing that white jump suit the the check lines...
).  She talking with some friends or relatives.  I walked up
to her and offered her a handshake in consolation, but she
grabbed my hand and turned it into a kiss (even poking at my
lips with her tongue).  I was shocked at this display at her
husband's wake!

    I broke off the kiss, and she smiled at me.  I saw Sam, a
person I knew from the old office, and made some small talk
with him.  Apparently, Sam had known of Henry's failing
health.  Bobbie came over, and took Sam away, talking about
something or another.

    I was feeling out of place, and a bit guilty.  Bobbie
came over, and clasped my hand like an old friend.  She
quickly reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out another
card that had my name on it.  She asked me to read it while
she attended to her other guests.

    The handwriting wasn't Bobbie's.  I opened up the letter,
and read:

    Dear Jim,

    My wonderful Bobbie has told me all about you.  She is a
wonderful doll, and a joy to be with, as you must know,
yourself.

    You see, the day that she arrived home late from work,
she told me all about her financial arrangement with you.
She wanted to borrow money from you, but you wouldn't hear of
it and offered to give it to her free and clear.  She also
told me that she could not take something for nothing, and
then explained about the rather unique purchase/sale and your
equally interesting rental agreement.  I must say, her
description of what happened got me excited and we had the
most wonderful sex we had ever had.  I won't bore you with
the details, though.

    She was also very forthcoming about each of your little
rendezvous ever since.  I knew whenever she wore that outfit
that I was going to be in for some hot times that night.
Apparently you have never failed her-or me!

    I know that I am in ill health, and the doctors haven't
given me that much longer to live.  I just wanted to let you
know that I have appreciated everything that you have done
for Bobbie, and that you had done some wonderful things for
me as well!

    Fondest wishes, Henry

    I was stunned, to say the least.  I stood up to visit the
casket, and pay my last respects to this interesting man.  I
knelt at the casket, and found myself at a complete loss for
words.  There were tears in my eyes.

    I was aware of somebody else next to me.  I didn't look,
but in just a few minutes, I recognized Bobbie's memorable
perfume.  I heard her say, in just a whisper, "Here he is,
Hank.  Now he knows that he made the both of us very happy."

    I was too dumb struck to say anything, so I got up
silently and left.

    I attended his funeral the next day, staying in the back
and keeping a low profile.  I decided to not go to the
cemetery.

* * *

    A few months later, I received a registered letter for me
from some attorneys whose names I didn't recognize.  In the
letter, they asked me to contact them about an inheritance.

    I thought this was a scam, but the registered letter
looked official.  I looked up the attorneys' names in the
phone book.  They had a listing, but there was no large
advertisement.  I was still a bit unsure when I got the great
idea to call my accountant at home (I was a rather profitable
customer, so I was afforded those kinds of luxuries).  Yes,
my accountant had heard of them.  They were a very high-brow
partnership, usually dealing in personal matters.

    I decided to call the number.  I was a bit surprised when
the lady at the other end answered by telling me my full name
by way of a greeting (even including my middle name, which I
no longer use).

    "That would be me," I answered.

    "I have an unusual bequest here from an inheritance.  I
am supposed to read this bequest to you.  I can do this on
the phone if you will verify your identity to me," said the
lady at the other end of the phone.  "Alternatively, I can
visit your house to read it to you in person, or if you would
prefer, you can visit our offices and I can read it to you
there."

    "I have not had a relative die recently.  This cannot be
about me," I answered.

    "I assure you that it is, if your full name is James
_____," she answered, giving my full name again.

    "That is my name, but I am not aware what you are talking
about."

    "It says here that you will understand when you hear the
bequest," she answered.

    "OK.  Who is my benefactor?"  I asked.

    "I'm afraid that I am not at liberty to tell you that.
In fact, this part of the will was appended as a special
codicil that was specifically requested not be made public to
anybody except the beneficiary, which would be you, and the
executor of the will, which would be me," she replied.  "I
can also assure you that this codicil does not in any way
enhance nor negate the remaining value of the estate, so it
will not be challenged."

    I decided that I'd play along.  Who knows what would
happen?

    "Thank you.  The bequest states: 'To the one person that
offered me and my family money without any strings attached,
and from whom I refused that offer, I leave a rental
property, for him to do with as he chooses.  He will know
what I am referring to,'" the lady quoted.

    "Is that it?"  I asked.

    "Well, sir, the rental property in question has no liens
on it, and it comes with no strings attached.  You do not
need to do anything if you wish to exercise your claim.  If
you do not wish to exercise your claim, the property becomes
available to anybody interested, with no income or penalties
to be assessed to the estate or the beneficiary."

    It still sounded like a scam.  Offering somebody
something, but not telling him what it is.  People like me
with lots of money tend to get these sorts of 'proposals' all
the time.  'Just send some money and get your inheritance.'
It's too good to be true.  Only, I didn't hear the request
for money yet.

    "Is that all?  Nothing else?"  I asked.

    "Yes, sir.  You will receive no more communications from
me or the estate whether or not you wish to exercise your
claim," she said.  "You will be informed shortly on how to
exercise your claim, if you so desire."

    "Well, thank you very much.  I'm sure you have made
somebody's day," I told her in a slightly annoyed voice.  I
didn't want to play any games, really.

    I hung up the phone.

    If this was not a joke, and there was real property
involved, I'd eventually put my accountant onto it.  He'd
either sell it if it wasn't a good deal, or keep it.  Either
way, it was no bother to me.

    I started to walk to the kitchen.  Just at that moment, I
heard the door bell ring.

    I opened the door, and there was Bobbie, in that
wonderful jump suit.

    "Hi, Jim.  I was told to deliver to you the rental
property in question."  She looked down at her jump suit and
then flashed her pretty blue eyes at me.

    She's been living with me ever since.  It was as
wonderful as the old days, and even better... since we are
able to do just about anything and still keep our agreement
"to not cheat on Henry."

    ** THE END **

    Hope you enjoyed this--JiMC
