Chapter 8

Ethan

I had walked on that path many times before, but this was by far the best. I glanced down at Layla walking next to me. Her perfect double D tits jiggled with every step she took. It took all my will power to not reach over and squeeze them, but that will power was fading fast. To distract myself, I decided to start a conversation.

"So, what made you get into broadcasting?"

She looked up at me with her big brown eyes. "I was ten years old when Hurricane Andrew hit Florida. I remember hiding in my closet with my parents and thinking that I was going to die. And then the destruction afterwards. Houses were destroyed. Lives were lost. I was fortunate that my whole family survived, but I could just have easily lost my entire family or died myself. It might sound cheesy, but at that moment I decided that I wanted to do whatever I could to make sure that no little girl ever had to experience that. I had planned on working for the National Weather Service, but I couldn't get a job there. They said I didn't have enough experience yet. So instead I got a job as a weather girl. I didn't realize it would entail...this." She glanced down at her naked body.

For a second I felt a tinge of guilt for making her be naked, but then I looked at her and saw how perfect her body was. Such a beautiful thing shouldn't be hidden under clothes.

"What do you do?" she asked.

"My job title is technically Regional Brand Executive, but what that really translates to is me just doing all the grunt work that my boss doesn't want to do." I shook my head. "It's crazy how he makes ten times what I do and does one tenth of the work. And how he's allowed to yell at me, but if I say one thing to him, he can fire me."

"That sucks," she said. "But I bet he doesn't get to walk through the park with a naked girl on his arm."

Whoa. Is she actually enjoying being naked? "Speaking of my boss..." I pointed to Cliff as he rounded a bend in the path. He looked so pissed. He was definitely trying to find me.

"That's the asshole you were talking about?"

"Yeah. Here," I pushed Layla's dress towards her. "You probably want to put that on so he doesn't see you, right?"

She shrugged. "That depends. Would it make your day if he saw us walking together like this?"

"You've already made my day, but yes, it would be kind of fun."

"Alright then," she said, and handed the dress back to me.

"Hey Cliff," I said as we got closer. "Beautiful day for a walk, huh?"

He had been staring at Layla from the minute we came into his sight. "What the hell did you put..." his voice trailed off. "What the hell are you doing, Ethan?"

"Hi, I'm Layla, Ethan's girlfriend. It's a pleasure to meet you." Layla stepped forward and stuck out her hand.

"Hi," muttered Cliff. He looked absolutely shocked as he weakly shook her hand.

This is the best day of my life.

"I've heard so much about you," she continued. "You know, you and your wife should come to our place for dinner some time."

"I don't have a wife."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Well, we should really get going. I think the roast I put in the oven this morning is just about done and then I need to do Ethan's laundry. Ready to go, honey?"

"Yeah," I said. "See you tomorrow, Cliff."

Layla took my arm again and we continued down the path.