Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

"What do you like to eat?" she asked. "Everything."

Thirty minutes later we were ready to go shopping. We drove to the plaza and walked into the first clothing store. At first Holly was embarrassed as she bought panties, bras and other clothes, but then she wanted me to tell her what dress she should buy and what was my favorite color on her. It was kind of fun to watch Holly forget her problems for a while and enjoy herself. From the clothes she picked out I could see she had good taste.

When it came time to buy her swimming suit she timidly asked me what kind she should buy.

I said, "Holly, you have a nice body; don't hide it."

She beamed at the compliment. A not-too-conservative black bikini went into the shopping bag.

Four hours later we were done. She asked me how much she had spent. I ignored the question and lied, "I'm keeping track of every penny, so don't worry about it now."

We then went to the food stores. It was obvious she knew what she wanted. I was going to eat very well the first week.

By the time we returned home and put all the food away it was late afternoon. I told her we were going to a casual, but nice local Italian restaurant.

I was dressed in slacks and a shirt waiting for her to come out of her bedroom. She walked out and stood in front of me nervously. The light summer dress she was wearing highlighted her figure as the front displayed her shoulders and the beginning of the slope of her breasts. Her hair was arranged differently and was glossy from combing. Her light makeup accentuated her high cheek bones. I could smell the fragrance of her perfume. She was beautiful.

I teased, "I know you're beautiful, but where's Holly? She's my dinner companion for tonight."

She giggled and blushed with the compliment.

The dinner was fun. I asked her about her old job. It set her off talking and it was obvious to me that she had loved her job. The business emphasis she had taken in junior college along with three year's work experience convinced me we would have no trouble finding her a job.

For the first time she ate a normal size meal. "I'm not always a pig," she explained.

We returned home; it was obvious the day had caught up to her. She yawned as I gave her a glass of white wine.

I said, "One glass and you're history. You need sleep."

She sipped her wine. It was comfortably silent, but then I noticed she was starting to become nervous. I guessed what was coming.

She finished her drink and stared at the floor for a moment and then stood up and said, "Phil, you have been wonderful to me. I owe you so much."

She reached behind to unbutton her dress. I quickly stood up and grabbed her shoulders. She looked up at me.

"Holly," I said gently, "You're the apartment cleaner and cook until you get back on your feet, but that's all. I don't want your thanks this way. Let's stay friends for a week and then see where we are." She looked surprised.

"I'd make love to you in a second; it's hard for me not to touch your body, but if we do have sex, I want it to be because we're attracted to each other and not as a thank you. Can you understand that?"

Her eyes filled with tears and she stood on her toes and kissed me gently on the cheek. She walked into her bedroom.

I went to bed shortly and masturbated wondering why I had become so noble-I really lusted over her body.

When I woke the next morning, Holly was already up. When she heard me she yelled, "Fifteen minutes and the pancakes and sausage will be ready."

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It was a lazy Sunday. We walked about three miles around the city for exercise and then after a late lunch I took her to the swimming pool. When she took off her light swim robe I saw her new swimming suit. Her broad shoulders and bare chest highlighted her breasts, which were barely concealed by her black top. Her stomach was flat. Her suit bottom showed a lot of her ass, which was very tight and her long slim legs were sexy. Her skin was pasty white from lack of sun. She looked at me for approval, but then noticed my erection pushing out my suit and giggled.

"I'm speechless," I stammered.

She grinned again and sat on the lounge chair.

She put on some sun lotion and we sat there for thirty minutes or so. It was getting warm so we played in the water for a while. That is, Holly swam some laps while I sat on the steps and watched Holly. We went back to the chairs and she lay on her stomach. She asked, "Would you put lotion on my back Phil?"

I started on her neck and when I got to her shoulders she reached behind and untied the string to her top. As I continued down her back I could see and touched the edge of her breasts. When I got to her ass she opened her legs so that I could get to the inside of her thighs. I heard her sigh once, but the rest of the time I was trying to avoid my now fully erect cock from pushing into her. Finally I was done.

"Thanks Phil," she innocently said, "That really felt good."

Another forty-five minutes later we went back to the apartment. Holly needed time to prepare her first meal. She served Beef Wellington and it was fantastic. She was more than just a good cook!

After dinner we sat in front of the television. I was on my laptop researching the companies I was going to call on the next day trying to decide the best way to present my product. A few hours later Holly said she was tired and went to bed. When she went to bed I stared at the closed bedroom door. It had been a lazy, nothing weekend, and yet, it had been one of my more enjoyable weekends since I moved to Atlanta. With that thought I went to bed.

I got up early Monday morning and drank coffee as I read the paper. Thirty minutes later Holly came into the kitchen.

"Good morning. Can I make you breakfast?" she asked.

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"Nope, just coffee for me. Breakfast during the week makes me feel too full when I go to the first calls. I only eat breakfast on weekends.

"How did you sleep Holly?"

"I slept great. When I woke up I thought for the first time in a week that I might have a chance at a life after all.

"Phil," she timidly asked, "can I have money for cleaning supplies? I looked around and if you want this apartment really clean, I need some stuff."

I handed her sixty dollars.

"I don't need that much," she protested.

"I wasn't thinking Holly. You need some walking-around money in case you need to buy something or for an emergency. I'll give you more money later." Holly protested, "I really feel like a shit spending all your money..."

I grinned. "It's week one and I'm the boss and we have a deal. Right?"

She nodded.

"Then have a great day and wish me luck selling," I said as I got up to leave.

"Good luck Phil" was the last thing I heard as I left.