by J. A. Rawls
“He told me he wanted to talk to you too. So going there will kill two birds with one stone.”
“What did he want to talk to me about?”
“Oh no you don’t - he’d be upset if I spoiled his surprise. Come on let’s get out of here.” He took her hand, interlacing their fingers as they walked from the restaurant.
Four
The soda fountain was the old fashioned type with stools around a long bar. Susan and Sam took a seat and watched George Thompson make a banana split for a young man at the end of the bar. He worked like an artist, ice-cream his palette, syrup and nuts his paints, each move adding another color and more depth to the design. As he turned and took the treat to the young man he spotted them. “On the house young man, enjoy.”
“Dad, you’ll never make any money if you keep giving everything away.”
“I know, but he’s special,” George said, looking over at the skinny kid on the stool.
“You’re an old softy.” He smiled warmly at his father, “Look who I brought to see you.”
“Susan, it’s good to see you. You look great. Is my son treating you well?”
“Yes sir, but he promised me a chocolate phosphate if I’d let him bring me here.”
“He did, did he? Well I better take care of that right now.” Moving slowly he turned and prepared one for her and Sam. “So, how are things at the office?”
“They’re good; busy but good.”
“Has Stevens left yet?”
Susan glanced at Sam who nodded for her to answer. “You know, there’s a rumor he has a job in Seattle, but he hasn’t said anything to me.” She looked at both of them, something was up.
“It’s true, he is leaving, and we’ve picked a new Director.” George Thompson watched her for a response, saw her deflate and knew she believed it wouldn’t be her.
“Really? Who?” Her voice echoed with doubt and hesitation.
“You!” George leaned over the counter and shook her hand. “Congratulations Ms Masters. It’s been a long time coming, but you definitely deserve it.”
“I’m - the - new - director! I don’t know what to say, except thank you, thank you very much.” She stood; shot a clenched fist in the air and did a little dance. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She ran around the counter and gave George a big hug and kiss.
“Hey,” Sam questioned, “what about me?”
“You didn’t give me the job, he did,” she smiled. She noted his disappointment, “Oh all right.” Sam waited as she wrapped her arms around his neck and softly brought her lips to his.
Sam pulled her tighter and intensified the kiss, forcing her to open her mouth as his tongue ravaged hers. He sighed as she pushed away.
Susan looked at him, a little confused. “That was nice,” she whispered.
“Hey you two cut it out, this is a public place.” George handed them their drinks. “Why don’t you two go celebrate Susan’s promotion?”
“I think that’s a great idea. What do you say Susan?”
“I’m game; what did you have in mind?”
“Let me be your tour guide. First let’s go on a tour of the Su Vino Winery in the Arts District of downtown Scottsdale. I hear it’s great and we’ll try some of the local vintage. Then I have another surprise but you have to wait for that one.” He wiggled his eyebrows and twisted his make-believe mustache, ala Grocho Marks.
“You are too cute. Let’s go. I’ve never been to the winery, though I’ve heard good things about it. Bye Mr. Thompson, and thanks again for the promotion. I won’t let you down.”
“I know you won’t. If you need anything just let me know. Good luck.” He waved as his son, and what he hoped would be his future daughter-in-law, left.
*****
“That was amazing. The wine was good, and unexpected for being a local vintage. I’m pleasantly surprised. You didn’t have to buy me a case of wine though. It’ll take me a year or more to drink it all.”
“I’ll help you, don’t worry,” he laughed.
“You don’t live here, so how do you intend to do that?”
“I’ll start visiting you once a month. So a bottle a month, in one year it will be gone.”
“You’re too clever; now where?”
“We’re going to a sanctuary pool cabana at the JW Marriott Resort and Spa. I rented a classic cabana by the pool. We’ll be spoiled for the rest of the afternoon while we laze in the sun and drink margaritas or martinis, or whatever you want.”
“Wow, I’m truly impressed. You are definitely spoiling me, but I can take it.” She laughed as she contemplated an afternoon in luxury. I should say no to all this, but what the hell. “Wait,” she looked at the clothes she wore, “I don’t have a suit.”
“Not a problem,” he smiled. “They have them for us to use if we don’t have our own. I checked this morning.”
Her eyes narrowed at his obviously conspiratorial nature, “You were pretty sure I’d say yes.”
“No, not sure, but I was hoping you’d say yes. I know hope isn’t a strategy, but I’m glad you’ve agreed. It’ll be relaxing, which we both need, and it will give me a chance to get to know you better. Besides it’s a celebration of your promotion.”
“Speaking of that; did you have anything to do with it?”
“Only as a single yes vote on the board of directors.” He raised his right hand as if he were swearing to the authenticity of it. “When dad gave them his one nomination for the job it was unanimous. In fact, he was questioned why he’d originally brought Stevens in. Dad told them the timing was wrong for you. I think that was when your divorce happened.”
“Actually that was exactly when all that started. Your dad, he’s the best. Here I thought I’d need to grow facial hair and a ten inch penis before I’d be considered. It’s nice to know he’d been thinking of me for the job for a while now.”
“Ouch! That’s a frightening vision. He gave her a scary look, “And if that is even close to being true the afternoon in the cabana is off!”
“I think I’ll keep you guessing,” Susan laughed. “I’m going to see if the spa has one of those old fashioned, 1920’s suit that I can wear.”
“Please don’t do that. Since yesterday I’ve had this image of you in a string bikini.”
“Mr. Thompson, I’m a mother, and a mother does not wear a string bikini.”
“Why not? And remember, it’s Sam.”
“You’re not serious - Sam?” She looked at him and realized he didn’t understand. “Women who have children usually have stretch marks, and I’m no exception. A one piece suit is more flattering for me.”
“I understand, but will you humor me and wear a bikini - please?”
“Tell you what I’ll do. I’ll try it on and if I look presentable I’ll wear it. If not, I’m wearing a one piece and you’ll just have to use your imagination for the other.”
“But you’ll give it a try?”
“I said I would.” Men, sometimes they’re different, sometimes they’re all the same.
*****
It didn’t look too bad. The top was thankfully more than a string and the tie at the neck and the back were comfortable. The workouts at the gym had paid off as she had no flab on her back or around her middle. The royal blue material highlighted with silver thread was seductive in its elegance. The bottom – that was another story; the sides tied high on her hips and if she hadn’t kept her pussy shaved, her pubic hairs would have stuck out all over. Her stretch marks did show, but with her soft tan and the fact her stomach was as flat as it was ever going to get without surgery, it too didn’t look bad. She turned left to right in the mirror, looking at her backside with the small thong string up the crack of her butt, and decided she looked fine. Susan released her golden brunette hair from the barrette and let if fall softly over her shoulders. She looked soft and approachable. I guess I’m ready. She grabbed the soft cotton robe the spa provided and walked out to the cabana, the robe over her arm. She wasn’t s
urprised to see Sam already reclining in one of the deck chairs. He opened his eyes as she approached and gave a soft wolf’s whistle.
“Stop, that’s not necessary,” she blushed.
“I’m glad you decided on the bikini. You’re as beautiful as I imagined. Come and sit with me,” he pointed to the chair next to his.
She placed her robe on the chair taking in the view. Sam could be easily described as dashing and debonair. He was over six feet tall, with dark brown hair slightly gray at the temples. His eyes were an azure with gold specks. She shook her head, trying to shake the image of the two of them making love from her mind. “No, I’ll sit over here.”
Sam reached forward and grabbed her hips, pulling her down next to him. “I want you here.” He snuggled her closer, looking into her eyes. “This is perfect.”
“Sam, we need to be realistic here. I don’t want to start anything that we’re both not ready for,” she bit her lip, realized it and stopped. “Nor do I want to do anything we can’t take back.”
“Understand.” He leaned into her catching her bottom lip with his teeth, slowly moving his tongue around her mouth.
She sighed softly as she moved closer, her hand on his muscled chest. Susan felt his heart beating rapidly. She looked into his eyes and realized he wanted her. He wanted to make love. Oh my God. I can’t do that. “I need a drink,” she whispered as she pulled back.
The cabana boy, in his black Speedo suit, stepped in and placed a pitcher of margaritas and two glasses with some chips, guacamole and salsa on the table. “Anything else sir,” he asked before turning to leave.
“No, thank you very much; we’d like some privacy please,” Sam said and watched as the cabana boy pulled the tent closed.
Susan tried to move away from Sam’s inviting body. “Sam, I don’t think this is a good idea. I’m your employee and you just promoted me. I’d hate folks to think I got this promotion because I had sex with the boss.”
“I’m not going to tell anyone we’re together.” Sam kissed her nose and traced her lips with his tongue. “I want you Susan.” He drew her close, circling her in his arms. “I need to make love to you.” He devoured her mouth tasting a hint of the wine they’d sampled earlier. “I need to be inside you.”
“Sam, please. Wait!” she gasped as her senses were overwhelmed by his desire.
“I can’t wait any longer; don’t make me, please.” He pleaded again, kissing her deeply, curling her toes. His erection pressed against her leg and he shifted her slightly to force it between her thighs. He reached behind her and untied the strings to the bikini top.
She sighed softly as her top slipped to the cabana floor. Sam leaned forward and ran his tongue over her nipple, feeling it harden between his lips. He sucked softly, nipping at the engorged bud and driving her deeper into the chair.
I want him too, but I need to think this through. That feels so good. As she yielded to her own needs, Susan ran her hand along his thigh, touching his manhood through his suit.
Sam groaned, “There’s a sofa behind us, if you want a more comfortable place to be together. I’m afraid if we try to make love in this folding chair we’ll kill each other. Come with me Susan. Let me please you, let me make love to you.” He moved to help her up.
Susan’s only response was a murmured, “Yes.” It was softly spoken, but she meant it with all her heart. She let Sam lead her to the sofa, reclining into the soft golden satin cushions as he positioned his body next to hers.
Between the time they’d left the chair and the time they’d reached the sofa Sam had removed his trunks. The only clothing remaining as a barrier to their desires was her string bikini bottom. Sam reached down and untied one side and then the other, letting the fabric slide from her body. He stroked her torso igniting her inner fire. Sam’s hand reached between her legs and he smiled as he realized she had no pubic hair. It was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen. He ran his hand over her mound; surprised how soft and smooth she was to the touch. There was no hair stubble. This is so sexy; I have to ask her why she shaves. He smiled as he enjoyed the moisture that flowed from her inner core, saturating his fingers. He lifted his hand to his face to inhale her essence. A woman in the throes of passion emitted an aphrodisiac that enticed any man to please her, and Sam was driven to satisfy. He slid down her body, softly kissing along her shoulders, taking each breast into his mouth enjoying her reaction. As he moved down his tongue ran a line down her center, stopping at the break to her nether lips. He paused and inhaled the scent she emitted. His senses were alive with need. As his tongue worked its way along her nub he felt her tense as he concentrated on that heavenly node.
Susan pressed into him, shoving his face deeper into her sex.
Sam wasn’t to be denied his exploration. He went lower, driving his tongue repeatedly into her love channel, lapping up her wetness like a man dying of thirst. As if on cue he began to work his way back up her body, stopping again at her breasts as he positioned his manhood at her female portal. “I want to make love to you Susan, but only if you want me to.”
Softly, with longing in her voice, she whispered, “Please Sam, make love to me.”
“Yes my sweet.” He entered her love canal with a single stroke, letting her warmth enfold his fountain of lust. Sam was in excruciating pain. He was so hard he thought he’d explode on entry, but he knew he couldn’t do that to her. He wanted this to be perfect. As he began to move he built a rhythm that she matched.
Susan wrapped her long legs around his waist and pulled him back into her wet heat, wanting him closer if that was possible. Each time he withdrew, she pulled him back. They matched each other stroke for stroke, enjoying the sexual music they created. She knew they’d been in this dance for several minutes and she was tiring. As he continued to thrust in and out, Susan felt his erection grow. She was sure she felt the blood surge through his veins as he pumped into her; his organ rubbing the walls of her hot, wet sheath. This is amazing; I’ve never felt anything like this before. As her climax built she felt her feminine core constrict around his throbbing shaft, and yet he continued to move. She felt his body stop, the quivering of his buttocks as he pushed in as far as he could, spewing his seed into her warmth. He slumped over her, softly kissing her shoulder. As her heartbeat returned to normal, the reality of what she’d just done hit her hard. I’m not on birth control and Sam’s not wearing a condom. I can’t believe I let this happen. Damn.
Sam rolled to his back and pulled her into his arms. He lifted her head and kissed her with such unbridled passion that she started to cry. “Honey, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“No - no. That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced. I know I shouldn’t be crying, but it was something I thought would never happen to me. My toes curled.” She laughed softly as tears continued to flow down her cheeks. “Thank you, Sam; that was beautiful.”
“You’re quite welcome, but I can tell you I couldn’t have done it without you. Your willingness to be loved is what made this so great. Thank you,” he tenderly kissed her swollen lips.
They lay quietly in each other’s arms. They heard a voice from outside the tent. “Sir, do you need anything else?”
Whispering, Sam questioned Susan, “What would you say if I asked him to join us?”
“Is this one of your fantasies, Mr. Thompson?” she smiled seductively.
“Actually it is. I’ve often wondered if Mary would have included me in her little sexual escapades if we’d still be married.”
“Really?” She blushed, “I didn’t see you as so willing to share what was yours.”
“It’s not sharing. It’s really more the ability to watch the woman I love be pleasured. That’s hard to do if you’re a participant. What do you say? Should I invite him to join us?”
Trying to be practical, she asked, “What makes you think he’d be interested in making love to a woman of my age?”
“Oh, I think he’d be interested, look,” Sam nodde
d toward the cabana entrance.
Susan turned slowly and saw the young man standing within three feet of the sofa they lay naked on. His erection was evident in the bulge in his Speedo’s and the shit-ass grin on his face. “Now that,” she pointed an elegantly manicured nail at the young man’s loins, “has promise,” she whispered to Sam.
“You’re willing? Fantastic.” Sam beckoned the young man to come forward. “What’s your name?”
“Julian Sir, Julian Gonzalez.” He answered Sam, but his eyes were locked on the beautiful, naked woman beside him.
“Would you like to join us?” Sam asked.
“I will get fired,” Julian said. He looked over his shoulder at the tent front.
“Do you have any other tents you’re responsible for right now?” Sam wanted to determine if there would be a problem if they detained him.
“No, Sir, just yours. I’ve cleaned up the other cabanas already, and was just waiting for you and the misses to leave so I could finish in here.”
“That’s exactly what I had in mind. Why don’t you help me - finish with the misses? See, I’ve been unable to satisfy her and I could use your youthfulness to add a smile to her face. Will you help me?”
“Yes, Sir - but wait I’ll be right back.” Julian left the tent and within a minute he was back.
“What did you need?”
“These!” Julian held up a handful of condoms.
“That’s good thinking. You can’t always depend on the woman to provide the protection,” Sam laughed with the young man. The flap to the tent opened once more and another young man stepped in. Sam’s eyebrows rose in curiosity and delight, “Julian did you ask this young man for assistance?”
“Yes sir, he like woman too and say he can help please her. If you don’t want him to join us, tell him and he’ll leave.”
“Susan, what do you want?” Sam asked, hoping she’d be willing, but afraid he’d stepped across her comfort zone when he’d offered to include Julian.
