"John, I think it's time I had a word with you about your behavior. I've noticed that you are always watching me. I can feel your eyes on me in the rear-view mirror constantly, especially when I'm wearing something a little revealing. I've also noticed that you stare at my legs constantly, like you're doing right now. Do I have to speak with my father to get a replacement driver?"

"Please don't. Ms. Graziano. I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. You're just so pretty; I can't help looking at you. Shit, I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry," I replied.

"Keep your eyes on the road, while I decide what I'm going to do with you," she said sternly.

I didn't notice when she turned away and laughed to herself. I was too worried. My stomach was in a knot. If she told her father, Nicholas Graziano, he'd probably make me disappear, as in permanently. I needed to fix this, and fast. I was deep in thought when I heard her filling a glass with ice and then pour herself some Bourbon from the decanter next to her.

I looked in the rear view mirror, making sure I kept my eyes focused on her face.

"That's better, John. So you can be trained," she said.

"I've changed my mind about going to the gallery opening. Take me to the shore house, instead," she instructed.

"Okay," I said, knowing it was an hour and a half drive from Franklin Lakes to Bay Head.

"One more thing, John."

"Yes, Ms. Graziano?"

"From now on, when we're alone, you can call me Lisa, instead of Ms. Graziano."

"Okay, Lisa."

Lisa sat back in the Mercedes stretch and slid her heels off. She lifted and rubbed her long tanned legs and caught me staring in the mirror, although this time she didn't say anything.

I adjusted the mirror, noticing her bare thighs as her short dress had ridden up almost to her tight bottom. It was hard to concentrate on driving with the view in the mirror teasing me.

Lisa poured herself another healthy drink and closed her eyes. Her legs parted as she dozed, luring my eyes into her usually covered places. She leaned a little to the left and gravity forced her breasts to shift, creating an inviting view of her cleavage. Her long blond hair cascaded down her neck in a sexy curl, hugging her right breast.

I panicked when I realized my eyes were lingering too long. I looked up just in time to avoid missing the curve from Point Pleasant where it Routes 35 & 88 intersect. I kept my eyes glued to the road from there until we reached the house on Ocean Avenue in Bay Head.

I pulled the Mercedes up to the electronic gates and used the remote to enter the driveway. I parked in front of the main entrance and opened the door for Lisa. She was sound asleep. I shook her to awaken her, but there was no response. I tried this several times to no avail.

I poured myself some bourbon while I thought about how I was going to get her out of the car. Finishing my drink, I decided to carry her out. I first opened the door to the house and returned to the car. I slid one of my hands under her bottom and leaned down to put the other behind her back to lift her, when she opened her eyes.

I thought she was going to be furious with me. Instead, she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. Not expecting this response, I lost my balance and fell into the car, right on top of her. I tried to stop my fall with my hands, but ended up with my right hand sliding right under the top of her dress, resting on her right breast, my fingers covering her rapidly responding nipple.

I tried to apologize, but to my surprise, she said, smiling, "I wondered if you were ever going to make a move on me."

"You wanted me to make a move on you?" I asked, completely dumbfounded.

"Why do you think I wanted to interview you before my father hired you, you jerk?" she blurted.

"I had no idea, I..."

Before I could finish, she brought her lips to mine and pressed her tongue between my lips. I repositioned myself on the back seat, pulling her close to me. I felt her nipples pressing into my chest and slowly pushed her straps off her shoulders to get a look at the breasts I had been lusting after since I was hired.

She pulled her dress down revealing herself to me.

"Are these what you want?" she asked seductively?

"Mmmm," was all I could muster, with my face buried in her cleavage.

My hands ventured to her once forbidden, silky thighs. They met no resistance as I continued to explore her body. My fingers advanced until I felt moisture and a very smooth slit, which they readily caressed.

Hearing moans of encouragement, I slipped one, then two fingers between her wet lips. She began rubbing my crotch through my pants, feeling the length of my shaft with her slender fingers and unzipping my suit pants.

Her hand quickly found my shaft, pulled it out and she sensuously started licking the head. Within seconds, she was deep throating me, while I positioned myself to taste her hot little pussy. She was too excited to allow me to continue teasing her clit and repositioned herself, facing me, as she lowered her tight, wet slit onto my awaiting cock.

The gyrations of her hips, and the friction from her tight pussy were overwhelming. I reached down and began rubbing her clit with my thumb and began to cum uncontrollably. She bucked against my hand and shaft, milking me with her tight vaginal muscles.

I was in heaven. Our employer - employee relationship was changed, forever.