There was no reason not to marry Lee and move into his house, but that was just it. It was his house. It was a man-house, a doctor house. I wanted an “our” house. I brooded about this a lot and then one day I told him, “I have an idea. Sell your house.”
Lee was a little flabbergasted about this. “Why should I sell my house?”
“Because business is slow. Because, when I look in your eyes, I see a far-away expression and I know that you are thinking of somewhere without walls or fences. I know that your heart isn’t here. It’s somewhere else.”
“Unlike you, I still have five years of mortgage payments.”
“So what? You’ll still make a profit. It will take time, but if we’re married, we can live off the rent from my house and live anywhere we like.”
“Oh, you plotted this, did you?”
“We did have a plan. We were going to get married in a chapel and then…”
“And then what?”
“You were going to follow me wherever I go.”
“Is that what I said?”
“It was to that effect.”
He placed the house on the market, but finding a chapel for an unplanned wedding was a little more challenging. We began taking aimless drives out into the countryside, poking into unfamiliar territory searching for that something that would light up our vision. Lee was becoming skeptical of my philosophy of allowing things to fall into my lap, but I could feel in my bones it was going to happen.
It did. We were taking our afternoon drive one day when we discovered a very small town right on the edge between the lush, cool mountains, and the hotter, drier grasslands. The houses were all small and tidy, with manicured shrubbery lining up between each lot and cornering out at the sidewalk. Fruit and flower bearing trees shaded the wide, quiet road. At the far end of the road was a chapel set back at the far end of a landscaped lawn with several circular areas containing flower gardens.
The chapel had an arched wooden door trimmed with bricks and sporting a lattice work entry way covered with ivy. We parked the car and went inside. There was middle aged clergyman with a well-satisfied belly, and a wrinkled, yet beaming organist. “May I help you?” Asked the clergyman.
“We want to get married,” Lee explained. “Right here and now. In this church.”
“Is this a sudden decision?”
“Oh no,” I said. “We’ve been planning to get married for a long time. The church is the sudden decision. That’s what’s important.”
“I see,” he said, although he didn’t really look like he got it. The organist beamed twice as hard and burst into a little ditty that sounded like a cross between Beethoven and jazz.
It really didn’t take him long to put together the wedding. He called a few people who I suspect always dressed in their Sunday best, and politely filled the first two aisles. We said our vows with nothing remarkable thrown in and I threw the bouquet of flowers that a teenaged girl had given me for the ceremony. The organist caught it.
The wedding was exactly right. It was a special moment, so special, we didn’t make it back to Seattle. We found a motel with a broken light fixture, but a swimming pool out back, and sneaked in a skinny dip at midnight.
We ran back to our room buck naked and tumbled to the bed. We were already getting hot and steamy when I opened my eyes. We’d left the door wide open. “Wait! Wait!” I told him, trying to avoid his hands as they grabbed out at me.
Lee looked up to see what I was doing. “Eh, let them watch. I think someone was peaking while we were swimming.”
“I will not let them watch. This is about you and me and our private little honeymoon.”
I returned to the bed and pushed him against the pillows. He started to pull me down on top of him, but I stopped him. “Uh, uh. This time it’s my turn.”
I loved his body. I loved the taut skin, darkened by the water-splashed sunlight. I loved the sparse mat of curling hair spreading over his chest and growing more velvety as it traveled to his navel. I loved the taste of his body as I slid my tongue up over one of his flat breasts. It was salty, with an under taste of soap and sweat. His breast nipple prickled when I licked it.
My mouth traveled down until it found the prize jewel, stiffly erect and pulsing. I wrapped my hands around it, rubbing it gently, then began sucking and licking it. He didn’t try to control my actions. He didn’t start shoving my head up and down. He gripped the sides of the bed and let me do as I pleased, kissing and massaging it, exploring his whole body.
Finally, I made my way back up and guided his shaft into my pulsing and very impatient crotch.
“God yeeees!” I groaned, fill me up. “Fuck me like you mean it!”
He groaned as he pulled me down on top of him, pressing against the small of my back, and squeezing the flesh of my butt cheeks as he pumped over and over.
This time he wasn’t as rock hard and stay hard—he was so excited, so into me and obsessed with me, that he was eager to empty his balls inside of me. He was in love with me and desired me, sexually and spiritually. Our intimacy and fucking became the same substance. This time when he came hard and groaned deeper and louder, he felt it in his heart—all over his chest and stomach, his groin and his face.
Er, probably because I squirted so hard that I came on him! And feeling my gush only made him peak harder and with more volume. He muttered my name as he came again, completely emptying his nuts and filling me with babymaking batter.
We were both filthy but so eager to stay just like this-unwilling to move and ready for more and more sex!
He sighed and rolled over on his back. “What now?” He asked. “We’ve rented your house. We’ve put my house on the market. We got married in a chapel. Where do we go from here?”
“Let’s go to Hawaii!”
Lee wasn’t really sure he liked the suggestion at first. He still had very little use for hot climates, but then took into consideration that they were islands. Islands meant water and marine life.
It took us a while to find our place. It was a life style and culture neither one of us had truly experienced before, but we finally ended up on the big island. It suited us. Despite being the biggest of the islands, it had a low population, mainly a lot of small towns and villages. Once Lee’s house sold, we bought a house we’d had our eye on ever since we arrived.
The house wasn’t very large, but it included ten acres of property. We converted the front part of the house into Lee’s office, examination room and waiting room. We added a thatched and bamboo lean-to next to the kitchen and built a barbecue pit. It was a humble foundation, but we were in business as the doctor and the cook.
We probably would have become sedate. Lee developed a new hobby, volcanology, and bought a jeep so he could drive up the side of the volcano and poke around in lava. I can’t say I was quite as attracted, but I did like the amazing views. Sometimes, at night, the lava flow would light up the sky like fireworks.
We probably would have spent the rest of our lives forgetting to make each moment new and exciting. We had a routine. We weren’t making much money, but we had a roof over our heads. Then, one day, I received a text message from Briana. She and Kevin wanted to sell out and move to Hawaii.
I suppose it was inevitable. Once Briana and Kevin had made their move, Linda and Jack wanted to join us as well. More buildings went up on the property. They included a beauty salon, sauna and spa, and a meditation room that served double for sex therapy. Kevin learned the island chain and began giving tour flights. Jack Jones learned the island greenery and became a favorite go-between.
How did the locals take us? At first, they held back. At first, they were skeptical. After all, they’d seen it all; hippies and nudists, beach bunnies and surfers, the hopeful desperate, the capitalists and the entrepreneurs. Slowly, they blended in and we cheerfully blended in with them. After all, when you’re in the service department and your services are given with joy, and open heart and a touch of Southern hospitality, they are very di
fficult to resist.
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Half a dozen hands glided over my arms and followed the curvature of my spine. They stopped for a moment at the elastic waist band of my skirt, then gently lowered it, leaving me only in my white bra and panties. They began painting again, the thick liquid swooping up from my ankles and wrapping around my thighs, nuzzling closer and closer to the crease between my legs.
Somebody unfastened my bra to create a solid paint pattern, then half a dozen hands rolled me back over, completely inspired by their design and creativity. They removed my bra, then my underpants, running trails of varicolored paint down the gap between my breasts, in circular waves over my belly, squiggling over my hips. Somebody circled my breasts with red, leaving the nipples exposed.
Slowly, my arms were drawn up over my head, my wrists held together, while the artists worked under my arms and along my sides, tracing a maddening pattern that wove close to the bushy triangle, then slipped around underneath and outward, toward the knee. I squirmed as I felt my juices start to flow.
They bent my legs at the knee, exposing my buttocks so they could be painted too. The painting fingers began exploring, rubbing along the lips of my pussy, moving upwards to tickle the sprouting bud, then trailing back down my legs.
Oh God, I wriggled some more and they straightened my legs to behold their creation. I was painted from head to toe, with only my erect nipples and the curly patch of hair untouched. A head bent down to suck on one of my nipples, then another head bent over the other. I cried out as hot flames shot into my already moist pussy and I bowed upward.
Those maddening fingers were teasing me, teasing my pussy like mad. They opened my legs, and grasped my butt cheeks firmly. Yes - they spread the lips of my cunt wide. A tongue came between my legs, slurping at the fucking cum that had begun gushing out of control.
It was a delirious moment, so high I could see nothing but swirls of paint, my mind still dancing to the music. It was insane. I was held prisoner by the gentlest of restraints, unable to do anything except respond to the tongues that lapped up over my breasts, that pinched and sucked at the nipples, making them swell and grow hard. Unable to close my legs as two hands supported my buttocks, squeezing my ass, prying it apart with their thumbs to explore the tender opening. As my cunt was exposed and tongues - more than one tongue - licked away at the dripping honey, squeezed the tiny clit, rolled it between their fingers, milking it for every bit of its juice. While a tongue thrust deep inside the spread, pulsing flesh. Each and every erotic zone was being kissed, licked, caressed and explored.
The hands were all over me, causing a continuous, insatiable fire. I felt something deep in my gut travel to the clit and explode in red-hot flames, causing me to arch my back beyond any ability to contain me and cry out in one fierce wail. There was a moment of silence, then applause. Oh Jesus - I had been completely sucked dry.
Part X
Playing the Bosses
Menage Romance
Chapter Fifty-Three
Jess Bilson walked out of the courtroom feeling like she could take on the world. She had just won her first high profile case, and it had been a bear. The defendant, Mary Casey — pop singer beloved by millions — had just been acquitted of all charges of shooting her boyfriend, pop singer Mark Sills, to death after he hit her one too many times. The jury had ruled in favor of the self-defense plea that Jess had been arguing.
Jess had been thrilled beyond belief when she was given the assignment. She had no idea how much work it was going to be but she took it all in stride and committed herself to working around the clock to make this a huge win for her firm. The legal fees that Mary Casey had paid towards her freedom were a staggering eight million dollars. It had been the highest profile case of the year and the fact that Jess had been chosen to lead the team was beyond anybody’s expectations.
Jess was only four years out of Harvard Law, but during that time she had worked her tail off to prove herself. She routinely put in ninety hour weeks with the firm, and often did more. She also had won every single case she had been assigned, starting off with minor felonies, and then working her way up to murder cases. She had a perfect track record of 24 - 0.
The thing that made her stand out among her peers — she loved to win. She loved to play the game and she treated every case as a wonderful game that she had to master. Each was an exciting Chess game with a different strategy and a different game plan that had to be worked out. Jess had learned long ago that everything in life must be approached this way because everything was a competition.
Jess unbuttoned the button on her blazer and let out a sigh of relief, allowing her large belly to have some room at last. It wasn’t easy finding suits that made her look this good, which was a burden that all bigger girls had to deal with. Jess made no fuss about it, but she had always been a bigger woman. She actually revealed in it and she felt that it made her an even bigger force to be reckoned with in her career. She was living proof that sexy and powerful was all in the attitude. She was a pretty woman, but she knew that if she were shy and introverted about her body then she would never have the kind of success she wanted in life, in business or romance.
Jess had never had problems with men not being attracted to her large curves, her fleshy backside, or her amazing chest — which was what she was most proud of and could make men drool or have traffic accidents if she left them on display. She smiled at the thought and remembered how much power all women could have over men if they just embraced their sexual nature a little more.
When she got back to the office the whole place was abuzz with the news of her win. She basked in the adulation and the jealousy of her so called ‘’peers’’, as she made her way to her cramped office. She was a fourth year associate and she wondered how much longer she would have to deal with a small office. With the win on the Casey case she was starting to feel that an elevation in status was in order.
She sat down behind her desk and grabbed a bottle of mineral water from her mini fridge. It was fully stocked as always.
She immediately began doing some work on the Discovery aspects of the next case she had in line. No rest for the wicked, she thought. Discovery was where all the evidence was examined and presented during the pre-trial process. Many cases were won or lost right there, so it was imperative that it be done right.
It was a sexual assault suit. A dental hygienist was accusing her boss, Dr. David Morse of inappropriate sexual misconduct of his patients while they were under anaesthesia. He had paid her off for over a year to keep quiet about his indiscretions, but a few of the patients had filed complaints that they had evidence of his activities while under sedation. Obviously he wanted all of this kept quiet since he was a highly respected dentist in Beverly Hills, who had a thriving practice and several sports cars that he had to pay for. And then there was the prison thing. He wanted to avoid that, apparently.
She was just getting into her routine and starting to get some great work done when a knock came at her door. She looked up and saw Kelly Coffman, Alex Mather’s secretary standing there.
“Hey, Kelly. What’s up?” Jess asked.
“Alex wants to see you in his office.”
“Ok, thanks.”
Jess took another sip of her water and began the long walk down the hall and up the stairs to Alex’s office. She was a bit concerned as to why he wanted to see her. Was it just to congratulate her? He usually just did that through a simple email or if he passed her in the hall first he would give her a nod about it, but this was a huge win for the firm.
She had to admit that she was a little nervous. There was something about being in the boss’s office that made her feel like a little kid being sent to see the principal. Although none of her principals had ever been as hot as Alex Mathers. He was thirty-six, tall; handsome with a devilish smile that made you want to melt because you just knew he was up to no good. Jess had never been one to chase after bad boys, but for some reason they always seemed t
o be the ones that ended up in her bed. There was something about the swagger and the cocky nature of a bad boy that just made you want to surrender to them. You could see the “I don’t give a damn” attitude in the way they walked, the way they talked, and in the gleam in their eye. It was a very intoxicating package.
She had noticed Alex giving her gushy and flirtatious glances ever since she had started working for the firm four years ago. He was one of the founding partners and he was amazing at what he did. She had been privileged enough to sit in on several big negotiation meetings with Alex and he always amazed her by the way he just so nonchalantly persuaded people to see things his way. He never got upset or lost his cool in any way. He relied on a cold, calculating instinct that used other’s emotions against them.
Jess had been attracted to him from the moment she laid eyes on him, but she wasn’t one to mess around at work. Work was to be kept completely separate from her outside social life, which she didn’t really have time for. Her family kept wondering when she was going to meet the right guy and settle down, but for now she was having too much fun winning at work. She had the occasional male visitor who would keep her company when she was in the mood, but they also knew enough to go away when they were no longer needed. That was the way she liked things. Relationships had always been too complicated to deal with. As far as she was concerned it was too much risk, for too little reward.
She had known Alex had a thing for her from pretty much the first week she had worked at the firm. He had allowed his gaze to linger too long and inappropriately at her chest and her ass on more than one occasion. She had been flattered and took the whole thing in stride. She knew there were jittery women who would have been flabbergasted and reported such a thing, but Jess enjoyed the attention. Her hard work and determination had catapulted her to where she was and it would take her even higher one day, but using what the Good Lord gave you was just icing on the cake.
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