Hot Stuff

by Virginia Page

  I caved in and decided I’d wear the two piece bikini. I went into his bedroom to change. When I’d put on the bikini and looked into the mirror, I noticed every flaw, glaring at me, taunting me. I didn't want to go out being seen like that. I’d put on the see through wrap and it calmed my nerves a little bit, but I still felt insecure. I reluctantly went out by the pool.

  The pool was in the center of his condo. The walls and ceiling were all glass, so the sun beamed down inside.

  Dylan walked up wearing only shorts, holding a bottle of wine. He poured me a glass of Rose Moscato, and we stood, holding hands, enjoying the sun. I took a tiny sip and set the wine glass down. I didn’t want to drink it but also didn’t want to make a big deal about it, not wanting to ruin the mood.

  I held my forearm against my chest and dangled my hand in front of my crotch. I adjusted the wrap, but it didn’t seem to do any good. My body was revealed, take it or leave it.

  Dylan had a big shit-eating grin on his face. I’d assumed it was due to him getting me to jump through his hoop of putting on the swimsuit he’d picked, but I wasn’t sure. No matter how I’d looked at it, my every flaw was revealed for his assessment.

  Dylan went behind the bar kneeling down fiddling with something. What was he up to? I was pleasantly surprised when he moved out from behind the bar, because he was wearing the skimpy bathing suit I’d peeked at earlier. I was in awe at his body, staring up and down, soaking in his presence, enjoying myself more than I should have. He caught me looking at his package. Embarrassed, I couldn’t stop smiling.

  He walked up to me and held me, me feeling safe in his arms. His hands reached down, squeezing my ass. I didn’t know whether to stop him or jump his bones. His package had grown, leaning up against my stomach, feeling warm and rock hard.

  He turned on soft sexy music. We slow danced, and he was so gentle with me. We made out the whole time the song played, then eventually making our way to the pool.

  His body was ripped with muscles. Looking at him, it was hard to believe he was real. When I touched him, my body tingled. Being with him was a dream come true.

  I’d finally found a man who knew how to take care of his lady. Then I realized I was getting carried away with my thoughts. I was only spending the day with him, I wasn't his lady yet. As much as I’d been entertaining the thought, it didn’t make it true. Although, I wouldn't mind being his lady. I was definitely open to the possibility.

  Chapter 31

  We went swimming. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of his abs, which were smooth and toned beyond belief. Touching him was like caressing a beautiful statue. His strong arms held me close. I’d looked forward to spending time alone with him from the first time I’d laid eyes on him. Every movement he made was in a flirting manner. He probably couldn’t help it if he tried. He was a natural, and I couldn’t resist his charm.

  Dylan smiled, splashing water at me playfully. I smiled back, throwing water upward, covering his entire face. Then I ran like hell out of the pool, giggling my ass off, hoping he wouldn’t throw me back into the water.

  “Oh, you like to play,” he said. “That’s great, because I like to play too.”

  He swam across the pool to the area closest to me, and climbed out after me.

  I couldn’t stop laughing, running around the pool, doing my best to get away from him, loving every moment of the attention.

  After a couple of laps around the pool, he finally caught up to me. He picked me up, dangling me over the deep end of the pool, me kicking, screaming, and giggling.

  “You’re going to make me pee myself,” I shouted.

  I’d always been ticklish, and today was no exception.

  “Do you want me to let you go?” Dylan asked.

  “You wouldn’t dare,” I replied.

  His grin grew twice its normal size as he let me go. I plummeted into the cold water. Since we were at the deep end of the pool, I never reached the bottom. When I swam back up to the surface, he was waiting for me with a ridiculous expression on his face, him puckering up, trying to tempt me with his kisses, but I wasn’t falling for it. I’d known better. He reached for my hand like he was going to help me out of the pool, but I wouldn’t take the bait, knowing he was going to throw me back in.

  I swam to the other side of the pool. When I got out, I noticed he had a mesmerized look in his eyes. He was concentrating really hard, looking at something. I looked down, realizing that my bikini top had come undone and my boobs were completely revealed, my nipples pointing out due to the cold water. I’d been exposed.

  His grin was priceless.

  “You like what you see?” I asked.

  He chuckled, blushing. Then he picked up two towels, walking over to me, covering me up, kissing my neck. I couldn’t believe how thoughtful he’d been. I was on guard though, because he just as well could have thrown me back into the pool.

  “It’s not fair,” I said.

  “What’s not fair?” he asked.

  “You got to see me, but I didn’t get to see you.”

  I looked at his package, him proudly motioning downward and grinning like a fool.

  “If you want to see me,” he said, “you’re going to have to reveal it for yourself.”

  Oh, was he daring me? Apparently, he didn’t know who he was dealing with. I yanked down his bathing suit, and then I ran like hell back inside, giggling, me reminiscing the length of his impressive cock, it leaving an impression in my mind, making me wet, making me want him even more. I peeked out, wondering why he hadn’t chased after me. He just stood there, putting his arms behind his head, pushing his pelvic area outward, looking like a hot model from a magazine, acting like a man commanding attention. I just wanted to stare at him for as long as I could.

  I couldn’t help myself, suddenly becoming the aggressor. I walked back out, kneeling before him. His cock, long, thick and hard, waiting for me to service him. Not knowing what got into me, I grabbed on his shaft and didn't want to let it go. The warmth of his rock-hard erection caused my body to tingle, me feeling so naughty standing there holding his cock. If I were lucky, maybe he might give me a little spanking. I couldn't believe the thoughts that were running through my mind. Was I reverting back to my wild youth? I realized I was only human. How much could a girl take before she was helpless to desire, giving in to a man so sexy.

  While I held his cock he reached down and maneuvered my head to take care of business. My tongue touched the tip, and I immediately got goosebumps, becoming embarrassed, me letting go of his cock, scurrying off back into his bedroom. I don’t know why I was behaving all virginal suddenly. Maybe I’d just loved the thrill of the chase. I wanted him to pursue me. I wanted him to take me. I wanted it all.

  While I was in his bedroom, I’d taken off my bikini. By the time he walked in, I was fully naked, sorting through my clothes, acting as if I was preparing to get dressed, hoping he’d stop me. He walked up and leaned his body up against mine. My body melted against his, him pressing against me, kissing my neck, fondling all of my sensual areas.

  Dylan carried me over to his bed. We made out and things got even more hot and heavy. Then he reached to turn the light on, and I pulled his hand away from the light switch. The idea of him seeing me completely naked with the light on made me feel like he might not like something about my body. Sure, he’d flirted with me and acted like he was attracted, but I knew a lot of that had to do with the fact that he was such a nice guy. It didn’t mean he wasn’t thinking something else. I didn’t want him to see anything that would be a deal breaker for our relationship. Men could be so fickle.

  Dylan reached over to turn on the light again, and I grabbed his hand, putting it on my ass where it belonged.

  "So you're shy?" he said.

  "Yes."

  My eyes fluttered, hoping he could sympathize with my feelings.

  "Okay," he replied.

  I was so relieved to be with a man who wasn't going to push the issue. I couldn't believe how unde
rstanding Dylan could be. He didn't ask why, which set me at ease.

  Dylan breathed warm breath into my ear as he told me how sexy I was, causing me to tingle. I leaned my head back, soaking in the pleasure, and he kissed my neck. His hand was on my thigh, which sent chills through my whole body, slightly tickling me. My natural reaction would have been to jerk away, but there was something keeping me still, enjoying his touch, wanting more. For some reason, he wasn't going for the gold. He was taking his time. Why was he not touching my pussy? I couldn't understand why not, but then I realized he must have been playing a mind game with me. He was teasing me by not fondling me there. I moved my leg to try and influence his hand down closer, but he moved his hand away. I noticed him smirking, and then his mouth traveled down to my breasts, showing both of them equal attention. My nipples were pointing as he circled each of them with his tongue.

  My body was sensitive and ticklish. His lips covered me with butterfly kisses across my stomach. His hand caressed through the mound of my pussy. He spread my lips apart, his tongue teasing my clit, making my body tremble, causing me to tingle. He slurped my pussy-lips into his mouth, and I moaned. My eyes rolled back into my head, and my toes curled. I couldn't believe what an unselfish lover he’d been. So far he hadn't gotten much, but he was tempting me with the promise of pleasure. He’d built up my anticipation until he finally touched my pussy-lips with his cock, and I just about exploded into orgasm.

  While we made love, he complimented me on my body, building up my confidence, him taking great care to touch every inch of me. As he explored my body, he seemed to be pleased. At least his rock hard erection had led me to believe so.

  While we’d made love, I’d felt beautiful for the first time since I was younger. I was flattered how Dylan treated me like a princess. He made me feel important. I could really see a future with him.

  I’d thrown caution to the wind, giving in to him, opening up myself completely. I’d given all of myself to him in return for all of him, and I hadn’t regretted my decision.

  He’d become more passionate and fucked me deeper and harder. He kissed me throughout the whole time. We made sweet love again and again and again.

  He played with my tits, squeezing them while I rode his hot erection.

  I could feel is cock twitch, and he clinched his teeth, thrusting his dick even deeper inside of me, and I polished my clit with my fingertip until I burst into a fulfilling orgasm, smothering him in my juices, until I’d finished coming. I couldn’t stop breathing heavy.

  Catching my second wind, I reached over, turned on the light, smiling at him with great confidence. Realizing, I was sexy just as I was, not needing to hide my body anymore. Feeling confident, I stood up and stretched, watching for his reaction.

  I’d noticed Dylan staring up and down my body after the lights went on. He got even more excited than he was before, his cock harder than ever.

  "We can't have that go to waste,” I whispered.

  I climbed up on top of him and rode his cock. A moment occurred when I’d realized mirrors were positioned conveniently around the bed on each wall. Viewing our reflection, escalating the moment, intensifying the feeling, I watched in the mirror as we fucked, and I couldn’t believe how sexy we looked. Watching his cock, going in and out of my wet pussy, drove me wild, so I rode him more aggressively. He grunted as he thrust his cock harder and deeper inside of me, fucking me good. I screamed with delight as he burst inside of me, my pussy quivering, my body trembling, us both vibrating with an orgasmic tremor. We both had come at the same time, falling into a sweaty puddle of our love, collapsing on the bed.

  We cuddled for a while, and then I fell asleep in his arms as he gently rubbed my back.

  Chapter 32

  After I’d woken up, Dylan wasn’t in bed. When I went looking for him, I heard a sizzling sound coming from the direction of the kitchen area. The closer I got, the more delicious the smell became. Was he making breakfast for me? I was so flattered and touched.

  When I got closer, I noticed he was completely nude, and what I saw next affected me like a punch in the gut. I couldn’t stop shaking, becoming a nervous wreck, my eyes tearing up. I didn’t know if I was happy, mad, or sad, maybe all mixed together. My world had just changed forever. Could it really have been true or was I hallucinating? Having trouble breathing, I fell helpless to the floor, blacking out.

  Echoing sounds of pots and pans clacking around as I was going in and out of consciousness, I was frozen. Dylan’s concerned voice begged me to wake up, him holding my wrist, taking my pulse, his head on my chest listening for my heartbeat. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t respond. I couldn’t process what I’d just discovered.

  “Baby,” he said. “Please wake up.”

  I opened my eyes, tears smothering my face. He smiled when I became alert, him hugging me tight. I kissed him with all of my heart and soul. I wouldn’t let go of him, and I vowed I’d never let go of him again. I couldn’t stop shaking.

  He wiped my puffy, worried eyes. I was fighting to get any word out at all.

  "Is everything okay?" he asked.

  "Perfect," I replied.

  He held the sides of my head, pulling me closer, softly kissing my lips.

  “You’re perfect,” he whispered.

  The fire alarm went off. He got up, shutting off the stove, extinguishing the ruined breakfast that had burnt. The place had filled with smoke.

  Feeling like I was about to burst, I held in my emotions, doing my best not to blubber all over him. I didn’t want to scare him away. I didn’t know how to tell him or how he might react. I didn't know what to do.

  “Do you need me to take you to the hospital?” he asked.

  “No,” I replied. “I’m fine. I just felt woozy because I’m hungry.”

  “Well, I’ll get you something to eat,” he said. “You really scared me.”

  He made me a quick sandwich and got me something to drink. Making sure I was stable, hugging me tight, he really seemed to care about me.

  While he cleaned up the mess, I looked again to make sure I saw what I thought I’d seen, and I was correct. His naked ass displayed the all-too-familiar Hot Stuff tattoo, which still looked just as vibrant as the day he’d gotten it done. He was my Hot Stuff, the father of my child, the owner of my heart. Knowing something about him had been familiar, but I didn’t realize how much he’d changed since I’d last seen him. Him cutting his hair short and shaving off his beard was a huge change, but most of all he’d gotten significantly more muscular. He was a young man when I’d first met him, but he’d become a full grown man, just as gorgeous, only more mature. Of course, I’d changed a lot myself. My hair was back to my original color, dark brown. Wearing my hair style much shorter had been a drastic change. The shape of my face was different. I didn’t wear as much makeup as I used to. I wouldn’t blame him at all for not recognizing me. I’d become a different woman than I was in the past, and he was also a different man.

  I struggled with my new discovery, and I didn’t know how to react. How could I tell him that he was the father of my child? I had to think everything over thoroughly before speaking a word to him. When I stared over at him, he looked at me strangely.

  “Is everything alright?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I replied. “Why do you ask?”

  “Because you’re looking at me weird,” he said. “I’ve noticed a change since last night.”

  Of course, last night I was only infatuated with him, but this morning I’d renewed my love with him. I wanted to tell him how much I missed him and how much I loved him, but I didn’t want to scare him away. Just because that night was special for me didn’t mean he felt the same way, and I needed to keep that in mind.

  To be back with my one true love was a dream come true. To be back in his arms again seemed like everything was going to be alright. To be back in his life had me feeling grateful. Throughout the years, I’d wished for the moment to be back in his arms again, and finally my wi
sh had come true.

  I needed time to figure out how to tell him about Chloe being his daughter. Just blurting it out wouldn’t be smart. It was a delicate matter and needed to be treated as such. I didn’t want to scare him away, so I needed to make sure the time was right.

  He kept looking at me. He was probably wondering why I wasn’t talking. I needed to figure out a way to dispel the awkward silence.

  “So what is your favorite thing to do?” I asked.

  Like I didn’t already know. I knew it was riding motorcycles or writing code, but he surprised me when he answered.

  “I like to think about the future,” he replied.

  “What about the future?”

  “I see myself with a family,” he said, seeming choked up, “because I never had one of my own.”

  “So you want to get married and have children?”

  “Sure, when the time is right,” he said. “When I have a child, I’m going to teach them everything I know.”

  I couldn’t believe it. When he spoke he had a look of passion in his eyes, so I believed he was sincere.

  He asked me about Chloe, and I talked nonstop about her for at least an hour or so, and he never once interrupted me. He just smiled, but I could tell he was really listening to the details and not just waiting for me to shut up so he could talk. He had understanding eyes, staring into my soul, communicating with me on another level altogether. I could tell he was my soul mate.

  I also told him about my happy place. It was a place where I’d take Chloe when she was a baby. The park had a giant curly slide that you could see from the freeway. He told me he remembered exactly which one I was talking about, because he’d ridden past it before.

  “Do you have a special place?” I asked.