I was 29 and I was dating my boss' daughter who was 23. He was the owner of the company and every year he had all the staff over for a pool party. It was a small company with about 25 staff and some brought along partners. It was a warm, sunny afternoon when we got started, eating, drinking, swimming and lazing about the house and pool.

I was in the kitchen preparing some salad when my girlfriend came in. She was wearing her red one-piece and was still dripping wet from the pool. Her suite was cut high over her hips and low in front. It wasn't sheer but the texture and shape of her nipples and areolas were clearly visible through the shiny material. Her large, firm breasts were more exposed than hidden by the bits of material in front, with lots of cleavage and lots of side boob. The suite curved over her firm tummy except for the flat patch where her belly button hid and my eyes wandered down to her crotch where there really wasn't enough padding to hide her charms. In short, she was incredibly sexy and I was thrilled and jealous at the same time, that she was walking around like that with everyone there.

We were alone in the kitchen for the moment and she came up to kiss me and see what I was doing. She pressed herself against me and grabbed my stiff cock and gave it a squeeze as she ran her tongue around my mouth. I wanted her but worried someone might come into the kitchen at any time. We could hear them just outside the door, talking and laughing.

"I had a little accident" she said, with the smile I knew so well meant she was horny and thinking about sex. "I dove into the pool and when I came up my nipple was showing like this" and she pulled the top of her bathing suit from the right side to between her breasts, completely exposing her right breast. I looked at her beautiful firm tit and she kept squeezing my cock so I started squeezing her tits, one exposed and the other still covered and I thought about her, in the pool, with her breast exposed.

"Ryan was looking right at me when I came up. I don't think anyone else saw. I didn't do anything right away and he was looking right at me."

Ryan was a young guy. It was his first job after high school and he had been with us for only a few months. He reported to me.

"What did you do?"

"I just stood there. He was looking at me and I was looking at him and I didn't do anything." She still had one breast uncovered and she stepped back a bit. "It was just like this" she said "and he could see." She stood for a few moments, letting me look at her and think about what had happened, then she pulled her bathing suit back and said "then I covered myself before anyone else saw me."

I felt jealous but also very excited. She looked so hot and she had just been flashing young Ryan, intentionally letting him have a good long look at her beautiful tit, and she was smiling and stroking my cock as she told me. I couldn't be mad. I just wanted to fuck her.

"I think he wants to see more." she said. "Do you think I should let him?"

She was such a tease, always making lewd suggestions. But I realized she was more than just a tease. Unless she was making the whole think up, she just dove into the pool and came up to flash her tit at Ryan, letting him look. Now, she was asking my permission to show him more. I was too horny to think clearly. I kissed her, squeezed her tits and ran my fingers through her slippery wet c**t. She moaned a little as I rubber her clit. She was wet and slippery with much more than just the water from the pool. She was really turned on.

"I have to work with him." I said, not really thinking well.

"I know." she said. "But I think he wants me. He keeps looking at me."

I could hardly blame him for that. She was beautiful and flaunting her sexy body in that bathing suite. I wanted her. No young man could not want her. On the other hand, she liked teasing me and I was so horny I had lost the boundary between reality and fantasy.

I was jealous but the thought of her so turned on and flashing Ryan and Ryan wanting her somehow was turning me on. Not that her giving me a handjob and flashing her tit at me in the kitchen wasn't enough, but I was really turned on by her lewd sexyness and suggesting she would show him some more. She didn't say how much more and my mind was imagining all sorts of possibilities.

Then a group of people came into the kitchen and we suddenly had to act as if nothing was going on. I returned to the salad and she walked away, but I didn't stop thinking about how she looked or her wet c**t or her suggestions.

After all, nothing more happened. But I have often wondered what would have happened if those people hadn't come in when they did and if I had called her 'bluff' about showing him more.