Throughout Casey giggled and howled, while Rob did the deed with a smug, satisfied smile on his face.
Chapter Four: Managing Expectations
Given the size of the house, the garden appeared relatively small. Casey had pointed out the discrepancy to Rob not long after she started working for him. He explained the original garden was too large for his requirements and he had sold a portion of the land off to property developers. Two houses had been built behind the tall trees and wall at the bottom of the garden.
Even with the shrinkage, the garden needed much care and attention. The flowerbeds were weeded regularly, the lawn trimmed into a carpet, and the shrubs kept at bay with clippers. The reduced garden was maintained and appreciated by Rob from his study window. Casey preferred to sit in the fresh air as much as possible, using the wooden bench underneath the trees. The birds trilled in the branches above her head, and the budding leaves were unfolding with the change of seasons.
She sat there one Saturday, a few weeks after she had left her apartment and moved in with Rob. Her clothes were now hanging in the walk-in closet, and her Mini car was parked outside on the drive day and night. In a reflective mood, Casey took the opportunity to review her situation.
When she had lived apart from Rob, she had occasionally stayed the night on an ad hoc basis. An invitation to extend the day to cater for additional lessons. No longer focusing on her role as Rob’s personal assistant, she had taken on a different mantel—his lover, a development that had transpired over a short space of time.
Those evening lessons had been centred on an entirely different sphere of activity. Stricken by her nervous temperament, Rob had gently tutored Casey. She had discovered there were many facets of erotic pleasures that had passed her by and that her previous, indifferent lovers had not explored or cared to practise. With Rob Casey had become adventurous and had tried to overcome her natural reticence. As in the daytime, there were rules to assist. She had found them humorous at first. To call one’s lover ‘sir’ she had considered a tad ridicu
lous until he had uttered the first ‘good girl’. Being placed in a particular role had seemed to awaken her secret desires, and she had gradually let his peculiarities sink in and become her own.
After moving in with him, she had been grateful for Rob’s efforts to make her feel welcome, though she had been surprised when he had showed her a small bedroom for her personal use.
“You don’t want me to sleep with you?” she had frowned.
Rob had reassured her the room was for her to escape to when she needed space. She had not understood why he had given her some place to hide from him until she was about him every day. Rob devoured books like a voracious lion with its slaughtered prey. Even when he had ceased working in the study, his leisure time had remained fixed around reading. The television held no appeal, nor other inactive hobbies or interests. After dinner, he had simply moved location to the sitting room and picked up a book. Realising he had no need of her company, Casey had gone up to the little upstairs room and switched on the TV she had brought from her old apartment. The solitary nature of her evening leisure time had been something of a shock.
She had been grateful for the master bedroom, where they both slept, because it contained secret delights. Items he kept sequestered away from prying eyes and brought out to be revealed to her widening eyes. She had been curious and slightly unnerved by some things and completely bowled over by others. After her moving in, ad hoc activities had become regular features of their night-time dalliances between the sheets.
Tutoring Casey had become a thrill for both of them. His bedroom techniques had been similar to his daytime style, with one important exception: he had never spanked her for failing when she had tried hard to please him. She had been anxious she would be held accountable for poor skills, but he had shaken his head and confirmed that erotic spankings were for fun and pleasure.
Always Rob had pushed her to achieve more and take herself to new heights of sexual feats, even though their early sexual adventures together had not begun auspiciously. In particular, her first attempt at providing oral gratification had been somewhat disastrous…
It was her unregulated eagerness, rather than nervous reluctance, which let her down. All decorum left her as she smothered his upright cock with her mouth. Feeling the bulbous tip push against the back of her throat, she gagged noisily and nearly retched over him.
Casey was embarrassed at her lack of ability, and Rob suggested for her second attempt that depth should not be her goal but that she should explore him with her senses. Kneeling next to the extraordinarily patient Rob, Casey slowly lowered her head, stuck out her tongue, and smelt the pleasant aroma of soap, something that reassured her. Next, she savoured his aroused tip. Smooth and coated in her saliva, it glistened in the lamp light. She curled her tongue around the slit and swirled about him. Unlike a lollipop, he was warm and salty, but it still felt like she was licking a treat. Sinking a little lower, she sucked his cock between her cheeks and held him tightly between her jaws, allowing him to fill with pulsating blood.
While her head bobbed up and down, coating him with her slaver, her hands explored him. Stretching out with one hand, she found his soft sacs and the beautifully trimmed hairs layering them. A downy covering, which was a stark contrast to the velvety bareness of his cock. She gave his balls a gentle squeeze, and he responded with a verbal exclamation. He asked her to describe her findings, and she told him they were like lovely balls of hairy marshmallows, which caused him to laugh gently.
Sharing his shower provided her with a further opportunity to adore his naked body, which glistened under the spotlights of the bathroom. With a gentle nudge, he pushed her down, and she opened her mouth to accommodate him. In her oral infancy, he allowed her the chance to lead. It was after her first successful swallowing of a mouthful of gushing white cum that he began to be instruct her in depth and pace. When she struggled, he covered her lips in bright red lipstick and told her to try again. When she finished, he noted where the marks reached and asked if she could go deeper. Casey quickly become convinced that she could. Perversely, she liked his measuring technique. Motivating her inner competitiveness, he had given her a visual red target she could attempt to surpass.
Her eyes glowed as she fixed on his splendour. Far from being uncomfortable on her knees before him, whether in the shower or some other location, she cherished his masculine projection. A quiver would wash over her body every time he uncovered it and offered it to her. A silly eagerness descended on her, and she felt her own sex tingle in response.
Casey’s own needs slipped down the ladder a little. However, she did not mind. Although Rob might sit and read a great deal in the evenings, Casey found he had an appetite in the bedroom which was invigorating and contagious. Her night times with Rob were a vast improvement on the lonely ones spent on her own in her old apartment. Moving in with Rob brought definite advantages, except on weekends, when he did not appear to be interested in her to the extent she wished. She had believed, prior to moving in with him, that he did not work on the weekends. However, his work ethic did not diminish according to the days of the week; it merely focused on other activities.
Rob went out on the weekends, but it was to exercise his body rather than his mind. On Saturdays he played squash with companions whom he named for Casey’s benefit and then left them as invisible personages. Early Sunday mornings he went for a run around the neighbouring streets and wooded areas. When he re-appeared from those excursions, he was sweaty, and Casey found he became youthful in appearance. The t-shirts and jogging bottoms mellowed his features and transformed him into the man that she had come to yearn for and admire.
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Returning from his squash match that Saturday morning, Rob found her on the garden bench. Casey did not hear him approach, as she was lost in thought. Sitting next to her, Rob asked her if anything was wrong.
“Nothing,” she said with a shrug.
“No, I think there is something bothering you,” he persisted.
“Did you win?” she asked, deflecting him.
“Yes, I generally do against Graham.”
“Not much fun, winning all the time.”
“I analyse his weaknesses and concentrate on them,” he said matter-of-factly.
“That easy? Picking out the weak spots and targeting them. Wow, why had I never thought of that?” she said sarcastically.