Chapter 26: New Swimsuit

In the morning, I felt Jackie wiggle her butt while pressing my morning wood deeper between her ass cheeks. She also left my hand on her tit as she reached down between her thighs. I heard a quietly mumbled, “Good God, I’m wet.”

Shortly after I felt her hand start to move. I am sure she thought her stealth movements on her clit wouldn’t be enough to wake me. For my part I let her get in a couple of minutes. When her breathing got rapid and her body started heating up I groaned. With the groan, I tightened my grip on her pulling her tightly to me and grinding my dick in her crack. My hand squeezed her tit as I moved about acting like I was waking up. I rolled her nipple one last time while putting on a performance of waking. Then her hand that had been between her legs reached up to grab the back of my hand.

The finger which were on her clit and between her pussy lips just seconds earlier was still wet when she grabbed my hand. She hadn’t thought of that before trying to remove my hand. I let the wetness go to my brain but without comment. I did say, “Oh sorry. Habit.”

She groused, “Well break it.” I knew the grousing wasn’t because my hand was on her tit. Or even that I had rolled her nipple. It was because she was unable to climax. And I am sure her sleep was equally tormented dreaming of cumming but not actually getting there.

I didn’t want to leave her alone while I went down to swim. I was sure she would go to town on her denied cunt. I pulled her shoulder over so she would be flat on her back. “You know I really like your company when I swim in the morning. But we have since found out your suit is bad for that. What do you say we mix it up this morning? They have a couple of treadmills down in the general exercise room. What do you say we go down and have a run instead.”

I preferred swimming to running as it gave me a full workout. But leaving Jackie alone would ruin a perfectly good night’s work. She responded, “I thought I was staying up here this morning.”

“I guess you can,” I said then added some complete bullshit. “But on second thought, I thought running would let you sweat out all the bad and evil toxins from yesterday. It’ll give you a clear mind to start your day.”

She looked at me like I had said Elvis had just entered the building. “I didn’t think you believed in any of that stuff.”

I admitted as much, “Yeah, I don’t but lots of people your age do. Plus, as I said, I enjoy the company. Plus we can get an early start on discussing work.”

Having missed the day before I was fairly sure the work line would get her up and dressed for a quick jog in place. “Ok, I’ll go, since it covers both my jobs here.”

“Exactly,” I was thrilled she would be joining me. It removed any possibility of her masturbating before work. And I was sure she wouldn’t do it while at work. So my night’s work would be intact until after we left the plant. At which point, I planned on keeping her too busy shopping for a swimsuit to get off. It turned out, that the shopping had its own possibilities in making her horny once again.

Jackie still didn’t appear thrilled with her decision to go for a run. She waited until I was in trying to get my dick down so I could piss before she slipped out of the sheets and put on some yoga pants. It looked like she was planning to put on white panties before the yoga pants. But I saw in the mirror she instead used them to wipe the remnants of her night’s extended and undiscovered pussy titillation. After which she determined them too dirty to put on. So she went commando. Which I had to say was a daring move since any new leakage would be seen.

Once on the treadmills, I said to Jackie, “You seem a little tired this morning. Did you not sleep well?”

She looked over at the pace I was jogging and set hers to point one mile per hour higher, “I slept fine,” she said full-throated. “Just some strange dreams,” was said to herself as she tried remembering everything about them.

“You want to tell me about them? Maybe I could help you make sense of them if they’re weighing on your mind.” I responded bumping up my speed point two. At which point I knew the games were on.

Jackie blushed before she objected, “No, those are private.” She then increased her speed and elevation, one.

I bumped up the elevation two and speed one. “What were they sex dreams or something?”

“God it figures a perverted mind like yours goes straight to sex dreams.” Her breathing got heavier for the first time in a long time not related to becoming aroused. Still, she matched my speed and treadmill’s angle.

“You know that wasn’t a denial,” I pointed out. I too was beginning to feel the effects of our little competition. My longer legs let me go faster with fewer steps. But I was easily one hundred pounds heavier than her small thin frame. Which made the apparent work I was doing significantly higher than what she was doing. So if I were to beat her, I had to use speed as the variable that would break her. I bumped up the speed, an additional mile an hour. There was no way I would keep up the six-minute mile pace, long. I hoped it would be just longer than Jackie could do.

I have to give her credit. She almost lasted another minute at the new pace. I wasn’t going to last more than another ten seconds after she gave out huffing and sweating profusely. She lowered her elevation and speed to a gentle walk with her hands on her hips. She huffed out, “Damn it.” It wasn’t at me, she swore at her body not being able to keep up.

I slowed my machine to the same settings she had. And while I wanted to put my hands on my hips and gulp air like a man coming up from a free dive. I didn’t want her to see how close she had come to breaking my endurance. After a couple of minutes, I caught my breath and let Jackie do the same. I let winning the unspoken competition pass by without any acknowledgment. I think it aggravated her more than had I gloated. Instead, I went into the meetings we were to have with operations and upper management later that day and what our strategy would be.

Ten minutes later we were headed to the room. In the room, I said to her, “Can you make your shower quick? I know you are all hot and sweaty but I would like to try and get mine before all this sweat makes me have a layer of crusted salt. Plus I had an idea for you if you let me.”

“No you can’t shower with me,” She said instantly.

“Talk about being a perv and having your mind go to sex immediately.” I feigned incredulity.

“Fine, if not that then what?” her hackles still up.

“Well if you must know. When Karen was little and also when she was a teen not acting insolent,” I stressed insolent. “I used to french braid her hair into two pigtails. She looked really cute and sweet. And like it or not ... It would make the meeting later today go a little smoother. I have to bring up money and how little they realize their system is one instrument away from complete failure. When you jump out that many safeties, a single failure can cascade into a months-long outage. And no one ever wants to hear that. So you looking cute might make it easier to swallow.”

“You do know you guys are pigs?” she started off with. “Me being cute making it OK to be told your plant could fail any moment in a bad way. It is just so wrong. But if it does. Well, then I guess I’ll let you do my hair.” She was still shaking her head as she headed into the bathroom. Another old-school lesson learned.

As a joke, I said after her. “And showering together would speed up the process.”

A hand was raised with a middle finger extended without looking back. Then a chink in her armor showed up. “And no it wouldn’t.”

The undertone couldn’t have been more clear. The night’s stroking of her pussy had her horny, at least subconsciously. To get it from her subconscious to her conscious meant her masturbating would have to be nixed for a while. “Well in three minutes I am stripping off my clothes and in five I will be under the shower head with you there or not.” It was enough time to get clean if she did that and nothing else. Which was my goal. I, too, would be in and out in a flash limiting her opportunity to get herself to any type of climax, even a small one.

I passed Jackie coming out of the bathroom as I was going in right at five minutes. Her damp legs below the towel, which was held tight just over her small tits down to her ass crease, still had the tightness from the run. It made them extra luscious. She saw me looking at her legs and instead of calling me a perv she put a foot on the bed and acted like she was checking on her cute petite toes. It was a pose I could’ve stared at all day if it weren’t for work. And Jackie would never have agreed to it had I asked.

I was out of the shower in little time. Even less time passed before I came into the room towel around my waist. It was Jackie’s turn to stare. She had seen me nude multiple times since becoming my companion, yet she stared at my body this time. All I could figure was her subconscious was fighting to be part of her conscious thoughts. She snapped her head around when she recognized I was staring at her as she stared at me. After which she dressed quickly not letting the towel fall until she had on underwear. She also turned to put on her bra without displaying her tits to me.

I wanted to tell her I had seen her tits lots of times. In fact, I had one of them in my hand this morning when we woke up. And it had felt really spectacular as always. So hiding them wasn’t necessary. But I didn’t. Nor did I go to the lengths she had to hide my dick from her. She had seen it, sucked it, and wanked on it over the months so no reason to hide it. Still, she covertly stole looks at it as she finished dressing.

Coffee was next to each of us as she sat in a chair before me. Between sips of the steaming brew and bites of my bagel, my fingers remembered the way to get two symmetrical braids over the crown of her head and down the back of each side. And in another show of good faith, I only had hard-boiled eggs for her and a cream cheese bagel without the lox. I could tell she appreciated it but said nothing to bring attention to the fish-less breakfast.

When I finished she stood and looked at herself in the mirror, “You do a good job.” She twisted her head from side to side looking at my work and the way the short braids flopped around on the back of her shoulders. Smiling at her reflection she said, “I look like I did when I was fifteen.”

“So you had all the high school boys chasing you,” I said in the way of a compliment.

“No, not really. I was kind of bookish and all the boys knew I didn’t put out,” She said. It seemed to pain her a little that she wasn’t overly popular in high school.

“Well, their loss. I like you even though you don’t quote, put out for me, unquote.” I said to brighten her appearance. I was sure she would miss the light dig from me. Which, she did turning and smiling at me.

“Yes, it was. I mean I may not be the smartest woman around, but I have more than my fair share of smarts,” She said feeling more confident.

“Obviously, you’re here with me. This means you’re smart enough to handle yourself in difficult situations and only make mistakes once. I’ve not found many women or men that can handle the high standards I set. And you do it both at work for the company and here as a companion. For that, I tip my proverbial hat.” She smiled even more broadly at my further compliments. Ones that were also meant as guidelines. She seemed to understand that part as well.

“Thanks. I do try,” she said turning away, not expecting the praise after a day of pissing me off at almost every turn. Then as what I took as a joke and her poking fun at herself she added, “Mainly your patience.”

I grinned and hugged her shoulder in a boss-appropriate way. “That you do. Now let’s get to it. We have to go use those braid’s superpowers.

“Superpowers?” Jackie questioned.

“Yes. They are making you absolutely adorable,” I said in reply. “Making even the worst news bearable.”

“Funny,” she said. And then skipped out the door and down the short distance to the elevator. It was just further proof she knew how to make herself over-the-top cute. Putting on teenage girl mannerisms when it suited her. And it suited her during our meeting. She played up the cute braids. They had received a multitude of comments before the meeting, which gave her the confidence to put on a bit of a show. It included her bouncing into the meeting, braids flopping in behind her, and skirt billowing outward.

And if being cute wasn’t enough. Jackie added salient points to the discussion of the current operating procedures of their systems. Including where the procedures while faster, increased the risk of things going horribly wrong. The few items, she had gotten wrong weren’t significant and didn’t ruin her credibility on the other items. All in all, it was good she was there as I pointed out the job would require more scope and another half million euros. Or, we would proceed with the original scope where previous unknowns wouldn’t be fixed as they were out of scope. Unless the item was small requiring little time and added cost for my company. In the end, a new expanded contract, well beyond my original estimate of a half million euros, was signed. The additional scope would require a larger contingent of people to come over from the U.S.

In the car, on the way back to the hotel I could see Jackie beaming with pride. She knew she had done well. I was proud of her too. First the evening before, she said she had told Martha and Tyleen the hard truth about being a virgin and not being a wild child. The one she claimed she wanted to be. Then during the meeting, she helped secure new business. Still, it hadn’t gotten her a reprieve from my plans at keeping her horny by not letting her orgasm. It gained her a quick shopping spree for a couple of outfits. One for coming clean with the sisters and one for the help in securing new work. However, the help would also help her get paid.

In the room, I said, “While running was a nice change of pace this morning. I think when I am eighty, though, my knees would be grateful if I swam most mornings.”

Before I could continue Jackie quipped, “Eighty don’t you turn that next week?” There was a shit-eating grin that went with the comment.

“That means you got bested by a seventy-nine-year-old man,” I mimicked her grin. “As I was saying, We should head out. We can grab a salad or something light for an early dinner. And we can go back to where you got the bikini. I’m assuming there were other suits swimsuits there. We’ll find you something that will look good and you can swim in. Not that your swimming nude didn’t look good.”

Jackie seemed genuinely happy until I mentioned her being nude. The idea of someplace for a light bite despite not having the normal breakfast was acceptable. She seemed determined to show me she wasn’t embarrassed by my nude comment. She said, “Good, I was hoping for a salad or something light. I’m worrying that with all this fine eating, I’m going to lose my figure. Then even nude, I’d no longer be attractive despite the morning swims. I probably should find some other exercises that will help keep me in shape.” She left the door wide open, hoping I would mention that intercourse burns a lot of calories. She was generally unhappy I hadn’t.

Instead, I said, “Well you know there is a gym here at the hotel that we could visit after work a couple of days a week. But I don’t think you are in any danger of becoming unattractive to at male population anytime soon. Though one of the most attractive things in a woman to me is what’s between her ears and how she acts.” Then being a bit more crass, I added. “I mean how long can you put your sex in or on your partner’s mouth? At some point, you’re going to have to talk to them.

“You really are a pig.” She said meaning it. She again spoke more meekly. “But, that’s why I’m trying to improve myself. I’m going to continue to be a valuable employee and a well-rounded, but slim, woman.”

“That’s fine. I’m sure you will do both,” I said as a form of encouragement. “And now we go to look at suits. You ready to go do that?”

“Yes. But I want to change first. If we have a second. Do we have a second?” Jackie asked with the sounds of a plea.

“Sure, I’m going to also,” I answered. The answer gave her the go-ahead to change. She took off her blouse as I fished around in the dresser for a pair of shorts. My basically ignoring her undressing, after leering the night before, had her skirt also end up on the floor. From the corner of my eye, I could see she planned on putting on her shorts and shirt over her current underwear. I said, “Just a suggestion. But I imagine they make you keep on your lower undergarment when trying on swimsuits.” Jackie nodded not saying anything. “So wouldn’t it be better if you wore one of your thong underwear? You’d get a better idea of exactly how the suit will look. And I’ve seen a couple of blouses where you didn’t wear a bra that still looked nice without the slut undertones.”

Amazingly enough, she agreed, “Nice to know, I sometimes have slut undertones. But, I know what shirt you are referring to. And I guess a thong would work better.”

She came over to the dresser in just her bra and panties. Basically, at the same time I pulled out a pair of shorts, She pulled out a black laced thong. With me preoccupied with dropping my pants to put on the retrieved shorts. Jackie captured the elastic of her small panties, which likely would have worked when trying on a new swimsuit. Thinking I wasn’t looking, she pulled them down exposing her whole pelvis to me. I didn’t know how she had found the time during her quick shower. But she had recently shaved her vulva. Her pussy lips looked as smooth as a baby’s butt without even a hint of a shadow of regrown pubic hair. She had stepped out of panties and slid the new lace thong up over the smooth shaved pussy.

After pulling the thong up over her smooth lips, she turned to me. “Do you think this will work?” She twisted and turned her hips showing me her curved ass as well as her covered camel toe between her legs.

“Definitely that should work just fine,” I said thinking that maybe we should skip lunch and shopping. We would see if the horny had migrated completely to the surface.

“What no pants? “ She did one of those teen girl giggles that they do when they’re farting and said, “I think I need these, too.” She stepped into a pair of silk shorts and wiggled her ass finishing pulling them on.

I replied, “I like you both ways. So I could go for, with or without. It’s up to you.”

“I don’t need to say it do I?” she asked. I knew what she meant. I didn’t think it warranted a response.

Instead, watch her put on the blue blouse that went with the shorts. Though her nipples poked out the light fabric, she still left off her bra. But even those didn’t keep my attention. She sat in a chair and reached down to her foot. She slipped a healed sandal on it. She wrapped the sandal’s small band around her slender ankle. The delicate-looking strap made her toned calf look that much more seductive. And the way her nibble fingers slipped the strap into the buckle was a dominatrix’s dream. The clasp secured, she let her fingers glide over her calf as she sat back up. Crossing her legs, she ran her hand in reverse down her other shapely calf. The other sandal was just as sensually secured to her elevated petite foot.

Finished dressing, I gathered myself, throwing off the distraction her dressing caused. I held the door for her as we left the room and headed to the local market for a swimsuit and a late lunch, or early dinner. We found a little restaurant not far from the hotel. We both ordered salads and happily chatted while we waited on our salads. Not once did the activities from the day before come up. While we discussed nothing, in particular, it again seems she agreed with almost all of my suggestions on what we could do in the following days. We decided it would be fun and learn more about the area. We would spend more time making small trips to one of the neighboring towns instead of going to the sauna or hot tub. This would serve two purposes. We would see what the towns had in the way of churches that were built many hundreds of years ago. Plus, the museums which displayed the artwork and sculptures that were done in the same time periods as well. The second thing it would do is limit when Jackie was away from me and able to masturbate. It would help me keep her on edge, without knowing I was intentionally doing it.

After our salads were brought, her knife came down on a large piece of cucumber. I noticed the flash of the fake engagement ring I had given her. It was securely on her ring finger. It was her declaration to the world that we were a couple and she was unavailable. Even though it was not true, it was the original intent of the piece of jewelry. As long as she didn’t say we were a couple it was fine. What people assume was not on her. So she was in no danger of being hit on at that moment. What I found so interesting was her other use of the costume jewelry. She unconsciously seemed to make it more visible anytime a woman looked at me as they passed. It was her warning them away, that I was taken.

When lunch was finished we had stepped out of the door onto the sidewalk. I asked Jackie, “OK which way to the bikini shop? Time to get you a suit more appropriate for swimming.”

“This way, but it has other clothes too.” She directed me down the sidewalk to the shop. Going into the shop I saw there were racks of tiny bikinis. Further back there were a few race-type suits. Then along the back wall close to the dressing room, there were only a few of the one-piece suits, which looked like they were for regular customers. On the other side of the shop were the regular clothes.

The lady behind the counter was likely ten to fifteen years younger than me. The motherly type woman was twenty pounds heavier than she probably was in her prime, with most of the weight having gone to her tits. She came up and I assume asked if we needed any help. But I didn’t understand what she said. I politely said.” My apologies but is there somebody that speaks English here? I’m just a good old boy from Texas and I don’t speak the language.”

She didn’t speak my language but she obviously understood enough and nodded her head. She went to the door which opened to the back. She yelled into the back room, “Eva. English.” I assumed it was the woman’s way of telling whoever Eva was, that she had customers who spoke only English.

I expected an older sales clerk instead of a girl’s voice. It said, “Yes mama on the way.” A minute later, a hot, five-foot-three, dark-headed, fourteen-year-old came in. She brought with her a smile, expressive blue-green eyes, and high cheap bones with a perky attitude. She was about the same build as Jackie in the height department. Her legs were about as long as her torso. Plus the girl already started to develop all the curves she was ever going to need, but clearly wasn’t done. Her tits were maybe a quarter a cup size smaller than Jackie’s. And her hips didn’t flare quite as much, but both would likely catch and pass Jackie in a couple of months.

The brunette girl had small tight nylon soccer shorts that hugged her firm heart-shaped ass. Below her fantastic-looking butt, there were her soccer-toned thighs and calves. I would’ve thought she had just come back from soccer practice if it wasn’t for the bikini top. Above the shorts, there was one of the tiny bikini tops from a bikini like Jackie’s. The tiny patches, of the top, barely covered her dark pink nipples as it accentuated her little tits. It left the rest of her softball-sized tits exposed. The small patches kept my attention on the lovely start of the protruding cones above her essentially flat stomach. And, her not yet fully developed hips. The top that had caused Jackie so many issues did the same on the girl who approached us. Twice, she twisted around looking back into the store room. Both times the slight movement had her lovely spongy soft pinkish areola displayed. The half-moon of pink looked incredible on the smooth olive tan of her skin. Just as alluring was the hard bump at the center of spongy coned flesh which caught the top’s fabric and stayed covered.

When the girl adjusted the tiny patch of fabric to fully cover only her nipples and their dark pink crowns, her mother said in their native language. “Ce este acest top? Arăți ca o curvă.” She stormed up to the front of the store.

Eva replied, “Micheil nu crede acest lucru. El spune sunt sexy.” She stuck her tongue out at the back of who was likely her mother. To Jackie, she asked in a bit of broken English, “I look sexy in this, no?”

“Oh definitely. You look very sexy,” Jackie answered. I don’t know if she was just telling the girl what she wanted to hear or if it was what she actually thought. It didn’t matter as the girl’s face lit up.

Shortly after she seemed to recognize Jackie, “You are Olivia’s friend. Julie, no?”

Jackie corrected the girl, “Yes I’m Olivia’s friend. My name is Jackie.”

The girl looked flustered at missing the name.”Oh yes, Jackie. Olivia is a good customer. You like your last purchase?”

Jackie answered, “Yes. But I need one for swimming. The bikini one isn’t so good for that.”

Eva laughed, “Oh no. It is not. That one is for looking much sexy. You need a different one.

Jackie nodded her agreement, “Yes, I swim laps in the morning. I need one for that. But not like the ones old ladies wear. Something that is also ... well sexy.”

“Ah, swimming. You do with your boyfriend every morning?” Jackie nodded not correcting the boyfriend thing at that time. “There is more fun exercise you could do,” Eva stated. My brain questioned how a fourteen-year-old went to sex so quickly. That is until I looked again at what she was wearing.

“Oh, we aren’t sleeping together ... Oh, I mean we do but he’s not my boyfriend,” Jackie couldn’t help but babble once she got going. “He’s my employer. He’s paying me to travel with him.” Eva raised an eyebrow. Her customer was sleeping with someone who wasn’t her boyfriend and getting paid to do it.

“My older sister, Sashia, has boyfriend like that. He pays her to look real sexy for him. Her boyfriend, Micheil, got the same suit for her like you. He has her go around and take lots of pictures of her. Sashia did not look as good in the bikini. She has bigger tits than you. Her tits are too big for it. They show her nips even when the tops are not wet.” The little nymph without forewarning reached out and squeezed Jackie’s tits. “You have tits like mine. Micheil photographs me also. But Momma and Sashia do not know. He takes a lot of me in different bikinis and other things and some with none. You should buy a couple of suits and have Micheil take pictures. Your boyfriend ... or employer will like the pictures he takes.”

I had to appreciate the young girls upselling. Her trying to make more of a commission. Jackie looked down in surprise at the hand squeezing her tit. But she did nothing to remove it or step away from it. Instead, she said in response, “No Joe has agreed to buy just one for swimming. And he doesn’t get to take pictures of me.”

The young girl gave Jackie’s cone one last grope before she said with a sly smile, “Then, you talk to Micheil. He will pay you a lot for pictures. And he will buy you many other suits, not you. Sashia goes to big parties all the time with him. He sometimes takes me to big boats like the one that Olivia talked about. I get to wear sexy clothes and bikinis on them. He would take you, also. There are many rich men who would like you for girlfriend. I have many boyfriends from the big boats.”

Teasing Jackie, I said, “Oh are you looking for a change of employment? Sounds like it could be lucrative. And not only is it lucrative but you can have all the seventy euros swimsuits you want.” Earlier I had picked up the suit that she had purchased and looked at the price tag. “You might even get a boyfriend out of the deal.”

Jackie teased back and asked, “Are you trying to get rid of me? Or are you trying to give me a hint? If not, I think I’ll keep this job. I kind of like it, I guess. Though a rich boyfriend might be nice.”

I said in reply, “No I’m not trying to get rid of you. If I were there would be no trying involved. But pictures and parties with Micheil sound really profitable and could improve your social standing.”

She smiled and turned her attention to the swimsuits. She continued going through the selection of suits but over her shoulder, I could hear her say, “I like my current jobs. The pay is not that great but the working conditions are at times.”

I knew I was going to definitely have to talk to the sisters after Jackie’s last comment. Lately, she had done little before but complain that I was treating her like a sex toy. But now she was saying she liked the working conditions. I was not really sure how to take that. What had the sisters said to her the day before that had finally soaked in? I came to the conclusion she either liked the idea of being a sex toy. Or she realized I really wasn’t treating her as such, as of yet. But it was always a possibility if she showed more proclivities towards it or showed more of an interest in it. I was fine with either scenario.