Boss's Naughty Daughter (Book 10 of "PotErotica")

By Kethandra Wilde

The studious IT specialist and his new boss’s curvy, headstrong daughter have very different reasons for avoiding the boisterous college-town Halloween revelry this year. In spite of themselves, the holiday brings them closer together than either could dream.

Aided by a skimpy kitty costume with a most erotically-attached tail, and fueled by a fat joint of weed, the two explore a shared attraction that is both heightened and hindered by past sexual explorations and a series of embarrassing revelations.

Together they will discover mutual trust, ecstasy beyond any they have known before, and, ultimately, a passionate intimacy that lasts for years.

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

The thin sounds of music were louder, seeming to come from below. Rob looked down over the balcony, into the bare, grassless fenced yard.

He pulled his head back immediately, stunned. Heart beating rapidly, he took a breath before risking a second quick glimpse.

A single chaise lounge was below him. The music came from a single little speaker on the small table beside the lounge. The table also held a glass with the orangish ice left over from a vodka screwdriver, a disposable lighter and what Rob thought must be the small roach left after smoking a joint of the weed he had sniffed in the kitchen.

What had stunned him was what, or who, was on the lounge. It had to be Sara. The red-blond hair, and lush young body in a bikini, bathing in a patch of mountain sun, brought back memories of the Martins' daughter three years ago, in a form-fitting dress at his brother Brian's wedding. It recalled the warm extended hug she had given Rob - 'My favorite swim coach!' - accompanied by a bright, genuinely delighted smile.

Fortunately, now, her eyes were squeezed shut. The tension on her lovely face, the rigid arch to her torso, were explained by the two hands shoved down inside her bikini bottoms.

Bare, extended arms squeezed together and displayed twin halves of a full, rounded chest. Rob thought he saw a slight shudder to the soft flesh.

He pulled back from the balcony and snuck inside, short of breath and suddenly aware of the stiffened response in his cargo shorts. His mind raced with images, thoughts, urges.

He needed something to focus on. An anchor. Something. Anything. His mind kept returning to the slight, perhaps imagined, jiggles of those mounds, barely held by the twin triangles of a bikini, pushed high and together by two straining arms.

He grinned, his breath and heart slowing. He had been right: unlike her slim mother, Sara would definitely be beyond appropriate community standards going outside without a bra like her mother used to. He was right again: it was silly, and petty, but it gave him the anchor he needed.

Control regained, he wondered at the strength of his reaction. He had been single for too long. IT as a profession and as an education had not brought him in contact with too many lovely ladies recently. Being reserved in nature, Rob hadn't found the big city of Boston fertile ground. Back in Chico, with many of his peers married now, Rob worried about never finding the 'right' one.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: May 8, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463124352

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Boss’s Naughty Daughter

By Kethandra Wilde

Copyright 2017 by Kethandra Wilde

Cover Art by Moira Nelligar

All characters are over the age of 18

Dearest Sarah:

Ten years ago, you asked if I would ever write a fictionalized account of the erotic adventures that became our ‘first date.’

Halloween is again upon us, the tenth one since that unforgettable holiday. I never fail to see an animal costume now without being reminded of my first introduction to your remarkable kitty tail. Or was it a kitty tale?

It took me ten years to write the account; pretty quick turn-around for me. It felt strange to mention driving up the Skyway and through Paradise - the Paradise that existed before the fire - but that was where our joint adventure began.

As promised, though I did change names and a few details, this tale requires your perusal and approval before anyone else will see it.

I’ll always consider Halloween our true anniversary.

—Your Loving Husband

He turned east onto the Skyway and headed out of the valley, up into the Sierra Nevada foothills, away from parties and crowds and college girls in sexy costumes, toward solitude and quiet.

Rob used to love Halloween, the city blocks filled with milling, costumed revelers downtown, the freedom to cut loose felt behind the anonymity of a mask, the creative iconoclasm and pop humor partiers often worked into their costumes. It was part of the culture of the small city so dominated by the University of California branch located there.

Seven years since he had last joined the festivities, and he felt old, left behind. He wondered if the return to Chico had been a good idea, in spite of the opportunity.

He would turn 30 this year, and suddenly the celebrants were young and immature, prolonging adolescence while vaguely pursuing a college degree. The revelry itself no longer felt worth the over-crowded bars, the time spent cobbling together a creative costume, the next day's hangover.

When had he become a grumpy old man? Yesterday he had been the youngest participant in his new employer's executive planning meeting. John Martin, who had been his parents' neighbor during his youth, and Rob's older brother Brian had founded the start-up on the back of one simple, fairly popular app, designed to help college students coordinate their schedules.

Recently, expansion had led them to hire some coders who had not been as good as their resumes and interviews promised. Rob had been hired away from his IT job in Boston to whip the coders and the code both back into shape. He had completed his course work for his Master's degree while working there, but still needed to submit his thesis for the advanced degree to be official.

The high school friends Rob had re-found, the ones who had never left Chico, left him feeling equally out of place. Half had married, had kids, measured their lives through report cards and soccer leagues and honor student bumper stickers. Most of the rest had never stopped the partying of their youth, striking him now as stuck between sad and pathetic.

This, his first Halloween back, he decided to leave town, to get away from the noise, the traffic and the crowds. He took Mr. Martin - John, twice now he had told Rob to call him John - up on his offer: to use the rustic cabin get-away the Martins kept in the foothills, high enough to be dusted with snow several times a year, low enough to rarely get snowed in.

Rob could use the time to double-check all the footnotes and citations on his thesis. For a break, he had brought his latest pet project too: a Creative Writing minor, Rob had seen an opportunity to build a second flow of money, separate from the pitfalls of the competitive App field, by writing and selling erotic eBooks. So far the money was minimal but growing as he learned the business end and built a base of fans.

He turned off the Skyway after passing through the town of Paradise, following a winding gravel road to the cabin. He was surprised to see a car in the driveway. His first thought was the cleaning service, but they wouldn't drive a tiny Miata roadster. The front door was closed but unlocked. He entered silently, on guard.

Inside the front hall, lined with knotty pine, his eyes caught a framed family picture: John Martin, his now-ex-wife Julie, and their daughter Sara. Rob had taught Sara to swim when she was little, in the Martin’s backyard pool.

Three years ago he had seen her again, at his brother Brian's wedding, held in the Martin's lush and expansive yard. Sara had grown into a beautiful young woman, a taller and already curvier version of the petite Mrs. Martin who had fueled so