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**            Adventures in Telecommuting           **
**                      Part 1                      **
**                 (Mf, cons, slow)                 **
**  By: Yournewplaymate (yournewplaymate@yahoo.com) **
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Part 1: Introduction

Chapter 1: Moving In

     Seven years ago this day I graduated with a computer science
degree from a large state university in the western United States.
After graduation I easily found a lucrative position at a .com company
paying a ridiculous salary along with stock options in California.
While most people enjoyed this lifestyle I very quickly tired of it.  I
lived in a small studio apartment and drop the same car I drove in
college. I saved every possible penny over the next few years until my
stock options became available.  The day they did, I cashed them in and
left my job.  I had just under $300,000.00 in the bank when I got on a
plane and headed back to my home town.

     I moved into my mother's house and began looking for a place to
live and job prospects.  It was during this time that the .com bubble
burst and so many companies (including the one I had just left) went
bankrupt and fell off the face of the earth.  The surplus of unemployed
programmers killed the job market and it took my over a year to get a
job.  I was still living with my mother because I didn't want to
settle down somewhere if I were going to have to move soon for a job.
She and I got along well and I took care of the house and the yard for
her while I was there as well as did most of the cooking. It wasn't a
good situation for both of us.

     Three months ago I got a phone call from a company I had never
heard of offering me a job. A headhunter had found my resume on a job
website and passed it on to them.  The position was for a conservative
software company that developed large applications for finance and real
estate firms. It was a stable company that had paid its dues and was
consistently, if not greatly, profitable.  I was about to accept the
job when they told me their offices were in Alaska.  Now I know Alaska
is supposed to be beautiful, and I don't mind the snow, but I had no
desire to live there.

     I began to tell them I wasn't willing to relocate that far for
family reasons when they cut me off.  The position was 100%
telecommuting. I would work from home and they would pay me a moderate
salary ($40,000.00 a year) as well as reimburse me for office expenses
(internet, computer equipment, etc) along with a fairly nice benefits
package.

     I accepted the job and within a month I had purchased with cash a
modest but nice home in an up and coming urban neighborhood. It has a
small yard and was almost 100 years old, just the sort of thing I had
always wanted. It cost me most of my savings and I purchased a high end
Vespa to get around town.  I didn't have much left in the bank, but I
had basically no expenses and could spend my paycheck on whatever sort
of whim came my way.

     As I got settled I discovered that I worked at a much faster pace
then my employer had anticipated. When I spoke with my supervisor to
tell them I needed more work to do he told me that as long as I were
completing my objectives and my work was solid I didn't need to do
anymore.  When I asked why he told me that they like to have a
predictable product cycle. If I were to leave they would have to find
someone who could work at the same pace I work for the same amount of
money, which he assured me, was unlikely. He asked that I make sure I
was reachable during business hours, but I was free to do what I liked
as long as my work was still getting done.

     With that freedom I threw myself into fixing up my house.  I spent
the morning and usually part of the afternoon working, but by 2:00 pm
everyday I was done for the day.  The inside of the house was in good
shape and it didn't take long to run out of things to do. Luckily it
was already April and I could start working outside, which unlike the
houses interior, provided absolutely no end to the list of tasks to be
done.

     I started by building a rock retaining wall around the perimeter
of my property. Within a month I had a decent tan and had shed most of
the fat I had gained via my desk job and bad eating habits over the
last few years.  In fact, that brings up to today, which finds me
working on that rock retaining wall outside in the blazing sun on a
Tuesday afternoon.

Chapter 2: Meet the Neighbors

     I lifted my 4 lb. hammer into the air and brought it down hard
against the end of the chisel in my hand. My chest was spattered with
hard bits of rock as I watched the large stone split in two along the
score marks I had created. I hefted the newly shaped stone up and set
it down on the ground at the corner of the wall.  I stood up and
stretched for a moment, then grabbed my water bottle and sat on a
finished portion of the wall to rest.

     I hummed along to the radio I had blasting from a window inside
the house and allowed my muscles to relax. A slight breeze caressed my
exposed skin and gave it a moment of much needed relief from the heat.
As I sat there relaxing I watched a figure approaching my house down
the sidewalk. As the figure approached I was able to tell that it was a
woman, jogging with a dog on a leash next to her.

     Soon she was very close and I was able to see her clearly. She has
mid-length blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail through the hole in
the back of a navy blue cotton baseball cap.  She was wearing a navy
blue sports bra with thick white piping that was very snug, and a pair
of matching running shorts. She had on short white socks and plain
white running shoes. A pair of headphones covered her ears and the wire
ran down to a small MP3 player attached to the waistband of her running
shorts.  She had light skin, just a hint of tan, with some freckles
here and there.  She was very fit. I could make out the lines of her
abdominal muscles and the definition of her legs was very clear. She
was a little on the busty side (for my tastes anyway) with what looked
to be about a solid C cup. She had a very pretty face, angular and
clean with sparkling hazel eyes. If I had to guess at the time I would
have put her in her late 20's, maybe just a couple years older than
myself.

     She tugged on the leash of her German Shepherd and he slowed down
a bit as she came upon me. Her chest was rising and falling as she
peeled off her headphones and approached me. I stood up as she drew
near and smiled.

     "Hi" she said, extending her hand toward me "I'm Lisa. I
live just a few blocks that way." She pointed south. The houses grew
steadily nicer as you went south from mine. It was only a couple of
miles before you were in the neighborhood where the cheapest places
were a couple of million dollars.

     I extended my hand and shook hers. "I'm David," I told her,
trying my best to be charming. "I just moved in a couple of months
ago."

     Lisa nodded. "I saw the 'for sale' sign come down, this
house is on one of my regular jogging routes." Her dog sat down near
me and leaned in to lick my knee. She tugged on his leash softly and
said "Isaac, no."

     "It's all right," I told her as I kneeled and scratched
behind Isaac's ears. "I usually get along well with animals."
Isaac thumped his tail against my wall and nuzzled against my forearm.

     "You must." said Lisa "Isaac doesn't usually like anyone,
let alone allow anyone to touch him." She let out a very small
girlish giggle that sounded far too young for her age.

     "So it looks like you have a lot of work on your hands." Lisa
added as she surveyed my jungle of a lawn.

     I nodded and looked around again, suddenly overwhelmed by the
amount of work ahead of me this summer.

     "Say," Lisa said as a though percolated in her head "I have
a daughter that's been looking for a part time job this summer. Do
you need anyone to help you with the boring stuff, like pulling weeds
or raking and mowing?"

     I thought for a moment before I answered her. "Well, I don't
know. I could definitely use the help, but I don't know how much work
I could give her."

     "Tell you what," Lisa smiled at me in a way that made me very
nervous. "I'll send her around to meet you and you can check her
out and see what you think."

     She added that I wouldn't have to pay her too much, maybe $5 an
hour or so. She told me her daughter was 15 and I felt decidedly
nervous.  We exchanged goodbyes and shook hands again and she and Isaac
headed down the sidewalk away from me. I would be lying if I told you I
didn't stare for a long while at Lisa's tight little ass as she
left. In fact, I think she looked over her shoulder once and caught me
looking. If she did, there was no reaction though.

     I took a minute to let all that had transpired settle into my
brain before I picked up my hammer and got back to work.

Chapter 3: Erika

     The rest of the week trickled by slowly.  I didn't see Lisa or
hear from her daughter and had actually forgotten about it when I heard
a knock at my door early Saturday morning.  I had sitting in my living
room in my bathrobe reading a book and lazily eating a breakfast of
fruit and yogurt.  I set my breakfast and my book down on the coffee
table and wandered over to the door. I glanced at the clock as I
reached for the doorknob. It was only 7:30 am.

     I opened the door and looked out to see a young girl standing in
my doorway.  She was just a couple inches shy of five feet tall with
slightly curly blond hair lightly tinged with red.  Her eyes were
almost gold and literally sparkled and she had a cute little nose.  Her
skin was fair and she wore a sleeveless button up white collared shirt
and a pair of short denim shorts.  Her legs were well toned and her
feet were adorned with some basic white tennis shoes with blue laces.

     "Hi," the little beauty said. "I'm Erika."

     I stared at her for a moment before I could collect my thoughts.
"Hi Erika," I replied "I'm David, what can I do for you?"

     Erika gave me a puzzling look that impossibly made her look even
cuter. "Um.. my mom said I should come by or something, like for yard
work or something?"

     "Oh!" I exclaimed. "Lisa, er, your mom didn't tell me your
name, or that you would be coming by this soon. I wasn't expecting
you."

     She smiled at me and my stomach did a back flip. I invited her in
and she plopped down on the sofa. I offered her a drink and she
politely refused, waiting expectantly for something. Wage negotiations
no doubt.

     "So," I began "Do you do a lot of this sort of thing? Yard
work I mean?"

     "Sure." She tossed her hair a little as a tendril obstructed
her vision momentarily. "I do all the work at our house, and I have
done some stuff for my neighbor too."

     I nodded and continued.  "Mostly I could use help with the
weeds, pulling them and spraying them, so I can focus more on the
planning and heavy work. I'm not sure how much work I can give you,
how much time do you want to spend working?"

     "Oh, whatever. I mean, I don't have a lot going on right now,
so I could work everyday after school and even on the weekends if you
want."

     Erika crossed her legs and I couldn't help but let my eyes
wander up her thigh to where the denim fabric of her shorts generously
exposed her skin.  I stared a bit too long though, when I made eye
contact she seemed to have noticed.

     "OK. That sounds good" I decided. "Lets say Tuesday and
Thursday after school for an hour or two, and then Saturday
mornings?"

     Erika nodded with a hint of excitement. "Where should I
start?" She asked me.

     "I didn't realize you wanted to start now" I told her.
"You don't really seem to be dressed for yard work." I gave her a
smile.

     "Sure I am." she stated very matter of factly. With that she
stood up and quickly unbuttoned her blouse and set it on the couch.
Underneath she was wearing a sports bra not dissimilar to the one I saw
her mother wearing just the other day. In fact, they seemed to be about
the same size in the bust area.

     "Well OK then, follow me." I led her through the house and out
the back door into the yard. I showed her an especially bad area where
the weeds would need to be pulled before they could be sprayed because
they were already so big.  I showed her were the trash bags were and
gave her some work gloves (they were big on her little hands) and told
her I would be out shortly.

     I went inside and changed into my work shorts and an old T-shirt
and brushed my teeth and shaved.  Once I was ready I grabbed my tools
and went out into the back and set them by the unfinished wall.

     The morning passed quickly.  I would take a break every once in a
while and check on her. I would examine her progress, make sure she
didn't need anything, get drinks and then go back to work.

     As the sun ascended into the sky it grew steadily warmer.  I had
sweat through my shirt and Erika's skin had developed a soft glow as
the sun reflected of her moist skin.

     When lunchtime finally approached the two of us were starving,
dirty and exhausted.  I declared the mornings work over and offered to
make her lunch. She accepted and asked if she could use my shower. I
told her to go ahead and instructed her as to where the towels were and
such.

     Erika bounced into the house and I spent a few minutes outside
putting away tools and cleaning up after myself.  I looked over the
work Erika had done again and I was quite pleased, she was a hard
little worker.

     The air in the house felt nice and cool against my skin as I
headed indoors to prepare lunch. I didn't do anything fancy, just
some turkey sandwiches, a sliced apple and a couple glasses of water. I
set the food up on the kitchen table and used the kitchen sink to wash
my hands and face.  Even after that I still felt too dirty to sit and
eat, so I peeled off my sweat soaked t-shirt and used a hand towel from
the closet to wipe off my chest and back as best as I could.

     "I'm done in the bathroom now if you need it." Erika's
voice startled me and I felt awkward standing there in nothing but my
shorts. She had once again donned her white shirt and looked squeaky
clean.

     "Sorry," I said awkwardly. "let me just go get a shirt on
and I'll shower later. Feel free to start eating."

     "Whatever," she replied with a shrug as she sat down at the
table. "You don't have to on my account."

     I thought for a moment and then sat down across the table from
her. I actually hated to wear shirts, and shoes and socks for that
matter. Usually I spent my days in just shorts or jeans unless I was
leaving the house.

     I must have underestimated my hunger because I had finished my
sandwich, half of the apple and my drink before Erika had even gotten
half way through her sandwich.  We spoke while we ate and I told her
about myself and learned more about her.

     She was 15 years old (almost 16) and she was a freshman at a
nearby private school that she attended on academic scholarship.  She
was into the arts and ran cross country on the track team at her
school.  She loved animals and apparently her house was a virtual
menagerie of cats, dogs, birds, fish and even a lizard.  All in all she
was a very pleasant girl. I would enjoy having her around. She was also
gorgeous, which never hurts.

     After exhausting the conversation somewhat she still had quite a
bit of food left. I got up and fetched my wallet and calculated what $5
an hour worked out too, and then threw in an extra $5 as a tip for
working so hard.

     I gave her the money and she seemed quite pleased.  I felt sticky
as my sweat began to dry and desperately wanted a shower. I told Erika
that she could take her time eating and to feel free to leave whenever
she felt like it and that I was going to shower.  She nodded in
understanding as she took a big bite of her sandwich.

     I went to the bathroom and closed the door and removed my dirty
clothing. I turned on the shower and quickly found the temperature I
wanted. The nice thing about showering second is the water is already
warmed up.  I stepped in and let the stream of water blast the sweat
and grime from my body.

     I have always been slow in the shower. After about 10 minutes I
was soaped clean but I was still leisurely enjoying the feel of the
water against my skin.  A clacking noise startled me away from my
thoughts.  It sounded like my big stupid cat had knocked a toothbrush
off of the counter and I whipped the shower curtain open to shoo him
away.  Imagine my surprise to find that my cat had taken on the size
and shape of delicious little Erika staring back at me with nothing
between us but a veil of steam.

     For a moment I froze.  I was so startled by her presence there I
didn't know what to do or say. Erika just looked at me, not
necessarily shocked or embarrassed but more of a curious look.  I
followed her eyes and realized she was looking between my legs where,
unbeknownst to me, I had developed a partial erection.

     I pulled the curtain back in front of me, at least from the waist
down, and apologized.

     "It's OK," Erika told me. "It's not as if you should
have expected me to be in here."  She stood for a moment, thinking,
and hastily explained that she had left her watch on the counter after
she removed it to shower. Despite her explanation, her feet remained
planted and she continued to look at me.

     "Don't worry about it Erika," I said as reassuringly as
possible. "It was an accident. We'll just keep this between us and
it will be fine."

     Erika's expression remained unchanged.  "Well," she began.
"If we can keep this little incident between us... then maybe we
could do something to make it worth keeping a secret."  As she spoke
she began to unbutton her shirt. I could see immediately the sports bra
was no longer on underneath it and as she let the white cotton fabric
slide along the lengths of her arms and fall to the floor, her breasts
were exposed to me.  They were beautiful, full and firm and almost
perfectly round with just the slightest conical shape to them.  Her
nipples were a soft pink and not overly large, but they had a slight
amount of puffiness and stood decidedly erect.

     I stood in awe as I drank in her flawless skin. She adopted an
impish smile and took a step towards me as her hands slipped down to
her waist and unbuttoned her shorts. She slipped out of her shoes with
the next step and was getting even closer. Finally I was able to regain
my senses and immediately tried to gain control over this situation,
which seemed to be spinning rapidly out of control.

     "Stop Erika," I told her firmly. "This is wrong on so many
levels. Besides the fact that it would be statutory rape, you don't
even know me."

     She didn't stop though. She didn't even slow down. What she
did do was turn around and bend ever so slightly at the waist as she
slid her shorts down her toned legs, exposing her plain white cotton
panties to me. Her ass was small and tight, my cock was straining
against the shower curtain as I drank in the vision before me.  Erika
looked back over her shoulder at me and flashed me a mischievous look
as she slid her hands down and repeated the whole show with her
panties, leaving her totally naked in front of me.

     "Don't get me wrong," I fruitlessly attempted to slow her
down or stop her. "You're a beautiful girl and it's not that I
don't want to. But this really can't happen. We can't have
sex."

     She stood up and raised her hands above her head, her curly blond
hair sticking to her shoulder blades from the humidity of the small
bathroom. She turned around slowly and lowered her arms down behind
her, thrusting her chest out and biting her lower lip. As my eyes
surveyed this new perspective I saw that her pussy was totally bare. I
assume from her age that she must have shaved it that way.  Her lips
were just a little puffy, wonderfully matching her nipples, and I could
see her clit peeking out ever so slightly, engorged with her arousal.

     She put her hand on mine and looked up into my eyes. "It's OK,
we don't have to have sex. Maybe you could just let me jack you
off," Her eyes were smoldering, my muscles turning to jello as she
lowered her voice to a whisper. "And you can cum on my face."

     My cock literally twitched in anticipation as her hand wrapped
around behind the shower curtain and her fingers managed to get a firm
grip on my now hard-as-steel cock.  The rationalization in my mind
slipping away, I nodded my assent to her and she grinned up at me. She
suddenly looked much younger as she pushed the curtain aside and
stepped in, closing it behind her.

     I stepped in and pressed my body against her, sliding my hand to
the back of her neck. She looked up at me unblinking, lips parted, and
met me halfway as I leaned down to kiss her. I felt her tongue slip
immediately into my mouth as she gave me the most passionate kiss of my
life.  My cock pressed up against her soft stomach until her hand slid
between us and gasped me firmly. She began to stoke my cock, slowly on
the down stroke and then firmly back up as she pushed her tongue into
my mouth.

     I moaned softly in response as she masturbated my cock and broke
our kiss.  Erika began to sink slowly to her knees, her puffy nipples
dragging across my skin.  When she landed she pushed her fingers down
hard against the base of my cock and slipped the head into her mouth.
She sucked firmly as she teased the tip with her tongue and stroked the
shaft.

     I slipped my hands down to the top of her head and held it as I
thrust my hips back and forth, gently fucking her sweet young mouth.
Her fingers grasped my thighs as I began to take control, and then
inched there way around to squeeze my ass.  I groaned deep in the back
of my throat as she began pulling my body towards her as she pressed
her lips around my cock, forcing it deeper and harder down her throat.

     I could feel the stirrings of an orgasm building inside as I
violated her pretty little face. My cock began to throb inside her
mouth and her eyes searched upwards towards mine. I felt her smile
around my cock as I pumped it hard against her lips and then she pulled
back and let it pop out of her mouth.

     The little angel looked up at me and smiled for a moment before
she stood up and turned around facing away from me. She put one leg up
on the edge of the tub and leaned over. Then Erika spread her little
asscheeks apart and looked back at me.

     "I know I said you didn't have to fuck me," She purred.
"But I changed my mind. I need you so bad..."

     Deep down my better judgment told me to stop, but I was too far
gone by then.  I leaned forward and grasped my cock in my hand.  I put
the tip of my cock between her legs and pressed it up against her tight
little teenage hole. She was dripping wet with teenage juices,
instantly my cock was slippery against her beautiful little pink pussy.

     As soon as she felt the head of my cock penetrate her even the
slightest bit she pushed back and swallowed my entire cock with one
thrust. Ericka moaned loudly, so loud it bordered on a scream. I put my
hands on her waist and started to fuck her properly with long, slow,
deep strokes.

     Erica moaned in unison with me as I began to increase the pace and
fuck her. Each time I buried my cock inside her tight little teen cunt
her tight little ass jolted and I could see the muscles in her back
tense up.

     She looked back up at me while I pounded her ruthlessly and gave
me a sweet and innocent little smile. I slammed into her extra hard and
her eyes opened wide for a moment before she grinned and licked her
lips.

     "I still want you to cum on my face." She told me between
thrusts, gasping for air between each word.

     Erika grabbed her firm young tits in her hands and rolled her
nipples between her fingers as I fucked her harder and harder. Soon my
whole body was shaking, my cock straining in her tight young body.
Erika seemed to sense it and looked at me questioningly.

    I nodded and she immediately leaned forward and let my cock slip
out of her cunt and then dropped to her knees facing me.  She looked up
at me, her sweet young face dripping with water and sweat, her breasts
pressed together in her hands and parted her sweet young lips.

     "Cum on me," she whispered. "Please."

     I hadn't needed the encouragement, but that put me over the
edge. I arched my back and stroked my cock furiously with the tip
pointed at her face. She didn't close her eyes, or brace herself at
all.  Her chest heaved up and down as she took deep excited breaths.

     The vision was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, and within
moments I began to erupt onto her. My cum shot out with incredible
force and splattered against her lips and tongue. She closed her lips
and swallowed visibly before opening up just in time for a second, less
forceful, blast. This landed on her cheek and quickly dripped down to
the crevice between her firm young breasts.

     As the last couple of bursts shot gently onto her chin she began
to moan loudly, her body tense and her eyes closed.

     "MMMmmooooooohhhhhh!" her voice drowned out the sound of the
water splashing against my back and shoulders.

     After a moment of recovery, Erika reached down and used her
fingers to scoop the cum off of her face and tits and suckled them in
her mouth. She stood up and came at me hungrily, kissing me deeply. Her
hand wrapped around my sensitive cock and I jumped a little as her
tongue swirled in my mouth, a faint taste of my cum mixed in with her
saliva.

     For what seemed like an eternity we stayed there like that, my
cock in her hand and her chest breathing heavily against mine. I
wrapped my arms around her and kissed her tenderly until the water
started to lose some of its heat.

     Erika broke the embrace and leaned forward to turn the water off
and then stepped out and grabbed a towel. She handed the towel to me
and grabbed one for herself, then sat on the counter and wrapped it
around herself, her beautiful little bald pussy still exposed towards
me.

     "Sorry David," She said quietly, almost ashamed. "I don't
know what came over me."

     "I think that was me."

     Erika laughed and blushed and buried her face in the towel. I
moved over to her and put my hands on her waist.

     "Well, I wont tell anyone," I assured her. "so it will just
have to be a secret, like you said. What you did wasn't wrong you
know, but what I did was. I should have said no to you."

     "As if you could have said no to me." Erika grinned and
flashed me for a moment before toweling up again.

     I smiled genuinely at her as she picked up the watch that she had
left behind.

     "Oh crap!" she exclaimed. "I was supposed to be home a half
hour ago!."

     "We'll get dressed and I'll drive you home."

     "OK." Erika said over her shoulder as she quickly threw on her
clothes.

     Less than ten minutes later I was parked outside her house
dropping her off. I saw Lisa in the window and she waved at me and
smiled.

     "Don't worry," Erika said, reading my mind. "Nothing bad
will happen to you. Or to me for that matter. I'll see you after
school on Tuesday."

    With that she leaned over and kissed me, not passionately, but on
the lips and with force, before slipping out of the car and heading
towards the front door.  My heart skipped a beat as I looked up to see
her mother still watching.  Surprisingly, she didn't look especially
upset, more curious than anything else.  I decided it might not be a
good idea to stick around and provide an explanation, so in a matter of
seconds I had turned my car around and was heading back home

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