After putting the last to the erotic toy boxes on the shelf, I had the brilliant idea to untuck my shirt to hide the wet fun stains on my pants and my still somewhat turgid dick, the contents of the bay, the still quite lingering effects of the viagra I had taken over an hour ago, and well… the suggestive effect of “her”, end the erotic tension of this unexpected situation as a whole. I can back into the large great room of the cabin, comprising the living room with a big stone fireplace, dining table, and kitchen with a breakfast bar. Gina had taken off her coat, and now her black lacy bra was even more noticeable with three shirt buttons undone, and well, for the inescapability of her rather prominent endowment in the breast category. As she poured the second glass of wine, she teased, “Getting comfortable there, Art. I was admiring that classic pewter belt buckle with the bear on it. What happened to that?” I mumbled, “Yeah, all the exertion of carrying some woman’s unusual work equipment.”, trying to cover both my clothing situation and sound wry, to cover the embarrassment I was still feeling. “So come get your reward for helping.”, she said with a sly wink, offering me a well-filled goblet of red wine.

I took a big swig, and eying her, she looked on the verge of a giggle. Was she just making fun of me, toying with me, I had to wonder.

Art I have a project I need help with, and I am willing to pay a decent hourly rate for the assistance, say $75 an hour. It's for a publishing company I work for.

“Well, what does it entail?”, I asked.

“Nothing too tough, but let’s say some physical labor effort and capacity is involved.”

“Well, exactly what would that be?”

“That’s the funny part, because it entails some research my helper, or participant, can’t know in advance the details, and that would invalidate the research.”

“So I’m some sort of Guinea pig if that it.”

Gina laughs and says,” Oh come on, what are you worried that a girl like me can do to a tough guy like you? Just be a good sport, I think you will have fun, like the 'work’, If you can even call it that, and I need the help. Isn’t that enough?”

Wondering how much I might regret it later I somewhat reluctantly said, “Well I might be….”, and was immediately interrupted by Gina saying, “Great since you work during most days I presume we can do this on the weekends or a few nights a week, just 5 three hour sessions, OK and I’ll toss in a $375 bonus from my publisher to make it $1500 total, for easy work Art.”

“Well, Ok, I hope you don’t make me regret this deal, Gina. I’m a sucker for helping a pretty woman, as you already know.” Draining my glass.

Gina refilled my glass and said, “ I think you will discover we’ll have fun doing my project, and you will maybe learn new things and skills doing so.”

“So Art, let’s start Saturday at 3:00 PM, the day after tomorrow, OK?

Walking past me, she made my ass another robust slap and said, “Go on, get out of here and let me get settled, I’ll see you Saturday then, OK?

The slap almost had me spilling the mouthful of wine I was drinking, I chugged the rest and said, “OK, Boss.”, wondering if calling her Boss, despite the fact she just sort of hired me, would earn me another smack to my butt.

She laughed and said, “Well, yes, you got that one right, Art.” Then she bent over to open a bottom drawer in the kitchen and, being an “ass man” I couldn’t help but admire, and I left.

Driving home, plug still in place on the bumpy road, I was sure working, fantasizing about what this all might turn into. And then the rest of the literotica story began playing again over the car speakers on the ride home. It was all just too much, talk about sticky undies!