“I think we are out of luck,” Brent says.
“I have an idea, follow me,” I reply.
We head toward a sports shop we’d already passed. I walk inside and see exactly what I need.
“Yoga mats?” Brent asks. He looks at me with a glare of non-submission.
“A couple of these and we’ll be fine. We just need a couple of blankets or sleeping bags.” He looks at me, thankful we aren’t going to do yoga.
“Just get blankets, or we could be here all night,” he says.
Men just don’t have it in them to go shopping, they get in and they get out. Women can shop all day and still want more.
“Here we go, two for the price of one,” I say.
“Couch throw overs, they’ll be thick,” Brent replies. “Good thinking.”
“I’ll get two, just in case.”
We finally get everything, and I have a bag of goodies to munch on for later. Brent hails another cab, and we head to the warehouse, or should I say, the back of the warehouse.
Brent unlocks the large steel gate and pushes it open. The courtyard is getting rather dark and the creaking of the rusty hinges doesn’t help.
“It sounds spooky,” I say.
“Not scared, are you?” he asks.
“No, are you?”
“Not yet,” he says chuckling.
The gate locks behind us, and we walk to the building on the left of the archway. Brent opens the door and we walk inside. I see him fumbling for the light switch in the gloomy darkness. I think I might’ve watched too many scary movies.
Suddenly the light flicks on and we start to walk up the stairs. “Have you locked the door?” I ask.
“Of course! Yes, I have locked the door,” he says. He rolls his eyes to tease me.
We reach the top floor. The bulb gives a dim light over the whole space. “Where do you want to sleep?” I ask.
“Don’t go too far from the bathroom, if the lights go out you will be lost,” he says laughing. “I know women love bathrooms.”
I ignore his comment and I focus on making a space. We dump the bags close to the wall. “Crap, we forgot pillows,” I say.
“Just use a blanket each, hopefully it doesn’t get too cold.”
I roll out the yoga mats and fold a blanket and place it over the top. I lay down and look at the ceiling. “This feels okay, it’s not as hard as you would expect,” I say.
Brent lays down next to me. We are like two school kids on their first adventure in the wilderness.
“What time is it?” I ask.
Brent looks at his watch. I see the small light shine on his wrist as he pushes the button. “A little after nine.” He smiles and I notice the stubble on his face. It’s something that really makes him look sexy.
I lay thinking about how the place could be decorated. Upstairs can easily be four bedrooms with walk in closets and two bathrooms. The master bedroom has one bathroom and another for the other three rooms.
“What time is it?”
“Nine thirty,” Brent says. He gives me a look.
I picture downstairs, a large living room with an office. Another bathroom and a dining area with a large kitchen. I even think about the color schemes and the curtains. A woman’s dream is to be able to decorate the way she wants. My mind is spinning with ideas.
“What time is it?” I ask.
Brent rolls over to face me. “You’re not going to keep asking the time every twenty or thirty minutes, are you?” he asks.
“No, that could become boring. I’m going to have a look around,” I say. I give him a wink.
I stand up from the yoga mat and pull on my running shoes. I walk around the floor and check everywhere. The light is alright because my eyes have adjusted. I feel unafraid now that I am used to it.
I see a small flight of steel stairs on the far side of the space. I walk over and open the door. “This is cool. Brent come here,” I shout.
“Where are you?” he yells back.
“In the far corner by the steel stairs,” I scream out.
Brent comes walking over and stands beside me. “Now this does look cool,” he says.
“I didn't think we would be able to have a garden, but a rooftop garden, now that’s special,” I say. I can’t wipe the smile off my face.
“It certainly is, it’s even big enough to have a summer house or a gazebo,” he says.
Brent puts his arm around my shoulder as we walk to the edge of the building. In the distance, we can see the Las Vegas Strip. The lights of the hotels and casinos glare out brightly. They blink or flash into the night.
“Did you know, you haven’t asked if I want to move in with you?” I say.
“Yes, but you seem to be doing an excellent job without any help from me,” he replies. He gives a wide smile.
I sit on the wall as Brent puts his hands on my shoulders. His touch just feels so right to me. Our chemistry is something rare. I’ve never felt so smitten and so lustful at the same time.
“Do you?” he asks.
“Do I what?” I reply.
“Do you want to move in together?”
“About time,” I say. I give him a wink.
“You have to look at it logically though, we’ve only known each other for less than a month.”
“That has nothing to do with it,” I say. “Just go with it and see what happens.” I can’t imagine him not being in my life.
“So, moving in together is just going with it; going with the flow, huh?” Brent asks. He slips his arms lower over my breasts. He pulls me back tight holding me firmly against his body.
“I think it will be good here, even with the music from the club. I don’t think we will hear anything,” I say.
“Shona did say we have to have somewhere that’s out of prying eyes,” he replies.
“If there is anywhere in Vegas, this is the prime candidate, especially up here.” My body shudders as the cold wind blows over us.
“That’s the only problem. The cold chill at night.”
“We will just have to cuddle up tight!”
Brent smiles. “I was planning on doing that, anyway.” I feel at home in his arms.
“Camping is not a date, it’s a test of your endurance.”
Brent
“Ancient secret: To give enjoyable head, enjoy giving head.”
Bell and I had finished walking around what would eventually be our rooftop garden. Now, we were back at our tiny campsite made up of couch throw covers and yoga mats.
Admittedly, it’s not the most glorious indoor campsite, and many children would have scoffed at our efforts, but it was ours. Yep, our own little place. I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, not at this perfect moment.
As soon as Bell snuggles up close and throws her arm and her leg over me; that’s it. Our campsite’s fate is forever sealed as the best campsite ever.
“You know Brent, I’m glad we came back here tonight,” Bell says.
“Why?” I ask curiously.
“Because it’s like a real start, those few days in Jamaica were like a dream, but this is real,” she says. “Tangibly.”
“You can say that again, there are no big boulders and splashing oceans to enjoy here,” I reply.
“That’s what I mean, here… there’s just you and me, and a big, warm blanket,” Bell says.
She lifts her head and looks at me. I feel her hand running over my chest and sliding inside the shirt she has popped the buttons open on. Her delicate fingers tease my nipples and send little shivers flooding through my chest.
Bell finishes opening all the buttons on my shirt and rubs her hand over the hard slab of muscle that makes up my stomach. I suck in a deep breath as her fingers begin to push under my loosened belt. The tips of her fingers brush against my stirring cock. I’ve never wanted someone this much.
I pull down my zipper, Bell slides her fingers around my shaft, and I can feel my pulse racing. This time not in my heart, it’s racing in
my hardening manhood. God, she’s just so beautiful.
Bell giggles. “Are you ready to christen our new home?” she says.
“How do you want to christen it?” I ask.
“Isn’t it traditional to wet the head?”
“You’ve lost me, but continue… I believe you,” I reply.
Bell kicks off the blanket and kneels at the side of me, she pulls at my pants. I lift my ass as she tugs at my pants and my shorts with gusto. She frees them from my legs and throws them over the side of the makeshift bed.
My turgid shaft rests on my stomach. Bell pushes my legs apart and kneels between my muscular thighs. I feel her tongue trace a line up the underside of my shaft. Perfectly, she pauses at the sensitive spot and flicks her tongue back and forth.
“Holy shit,” I murmur, as sensations flood through the head of my cock.
Bell tightens her grip around the base of my shaft, she brings me to a full, rock-solid erection which throbs and aches like nothing I’ve felt before. Her tongue dances over the slit in the taut head of my manhood.
“Jesus Christ,” I scream. I’ve never felt this before.
I raise my head and look down at my naked body. Bell brushes her long black hair over her shoulder. I can see her holding my cock as she dribbles saliva onto the head.
Ah, wetting the head… I chuckle to myself.
Bell swirls her tongue around my pulsing head. She widens her full lips and wraps them tightly around. Now, her head bobs up and down slightly as she sucks hard. It’s surreal as the sensations fill the length of my shaft and spread to my balls.
The bobbing stops. Now, Bell inches my rigid shaft into the depths of her hot, wet mouth. I feel her tongue swirling against the side of my cock as she pushes her head further down my shaft. The full length of my turgid flesh fills her opening, with the head of my cock pushing against the back of her throat.
Bell pauses and pushes her head further onto my shaft. I feel her throat vibrating as she gasps for air. Bell sucks hard as she slowly pulls her head from my saliva-covered cock. Again, she tightens her lips around my arousal as her fingers tighten around my sack. I feel my cock harden to steel as her hand moves freely back and forth.
“Stop a minute,” I murmur.
“Is everything okay?” Bell asks.
“Hell yeah, I just want to taste you.”
I grab hold of her sweatshirt and lift it over her head. She pulls at her jogging pants and panties, then slides them over her perfect ass.
“I haven’t seen your tattoo in full, before,” I say.
“Now you can enjoy it,” she says, losing her breath.
Bell lays back on the mats; she puts her feet flat on the floor and spreads her legs. I smell her honey-sweet aroma as my head nears the warmth of her beautiful pussy.
I push her legs wider apart as my head pushes against the soft skin of her thighs. Now, my head lowers and I pull apart the soft folds of her pussy. I can’t wait to taste her, so my tongue darts into her arousal and I drop my head against the junction of her thighs. She moans as I flick my tongue.
My tongue pushes deeper inside Bell’s secret place and I feel her hands grabbing at my hair. She clenches her fist and forces my head harder against her moistness. I hear her moan and groan in a breathless want for me, and her hips grind seductively against my face. Her inviting juices flow and cover my lips. I taste her and can feel the passion deep inside her body.
My hands pull her pussy wider apart, I dart my tongue across her budding clit. Bell pulls on my hair more as I hold my head to drive her body wild.
“Brent, you never did this on the beach,” she murmurs.
“There was too much seawater around,” I say giggling.
“Mmm,” Bell squeals.
I spread her wider. I push my mouth firmly against her body and begin to close my mouth. My teeth gently tease her budded clit. Her body quivers and shakes as she tightens her grip on my hair.
“Oh… God,” Bell yells.
I release my teeth and purse my lips. I suck her clit and feel it pull into my mouth as she moans more, sending my dick subliminal messages. Bell’s hips gyrate and push forward as her body releases the lustful urges deep inside her horny body.
Bell growls as I slide two fingers into her wet pussy. I suck hard on her clit as I drive my fingers further. Now, the rhythm of my hand increases and I feel myself slapping against her wet pussy. Bell pulls my hair as she arches her back and releases an almighty groan of pleasure. My fingers thrust deeper, I feel her body clenching at me as I suck harder on her clit to make her passion grow.
I push harder. Bell arches her back willingly to accept the driving force of my fingers. I lift my head away from her pussy. I lick the juices from my lips. I pull my fingers gently from Bell’s wetness and slap her pussy to tease her even more.
Bell squeals and giggles. “Again, slap me again,” she yells. I raise my hand and slap her pussy; her hips push forward in a frenzy of yearning.
“Slide three fingers in and make me cum… please,” Bell says. She has want in her eyes.
I slowly slide three fingers into her pussy. I feel her womanhood contract and squeeze onto my fingers, tightly. I push slowly as I raise my hand and caress the lines of her dragon tattoo up to her breast. I feel her body arch as I drive my fingers deeper. Her body wriggles in unspeakable ecstasy as she screams with delight.
“Brent, I’m going to cum, oh, oh,” Bell says, turning me on.
I increase the tempo of my thrusting fingers. Bell grabs hold of my wrist and pulls it harder into her pussy, she sits upright as her hips quiver.
“Oh, fuck Brent, I am....”
Bell gasps for breath, her breasts heave before her as her pussy rocks against my thrusting fingers.
“Ooh, God,” Bell says as her body finally releases her into a wonderful moment. Her head rests against my shoulder. I feel her hot pounding breath fall against my skin as she finally relaxes.
She lays back on the mat and basks in her moment of sexual glory and gratification. “Jesus, Brent. That was heaven sent,” Bell murmurs.
“As long as you enjoyed it,” I reply.
“Enjoyed it. God, I wanna do it every day.”
“Aha.”
“Oh no, I never made you cum,” Bell says as she rolls to face me.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take a rain check. I loved watching you.”
“Really?” She smiles like I’m the most perfect man on the earth. “Fuck yes, we should do some serious cuddling, now,” Bell says.
“Have you forgotten something?” I say, now using my widest grin.
“Um?” she asks, unsure of my meaning.
“Your bag of goodies to munch on.”
“Oh God. There’s chocolate in there. Yum!”
“Ancient secret: To give enjoyable head, enjoy giving head.”
Bell
“The road to success is always under construction.”
It wasn’t usual for a number of reasons. It wasn’t usual for me to wake so early, or for me to wake up on a yoga mat in a strange place. But, most of all, it was not usual for me to wake up to all the noise I could hear coming from inside the warehouse.
“Brent, wake up, something is happening,” I say shaking him.
Brent opens his eyes and looks around. “Where are we? And what are is all that noise?” he asks.
“I’m not sure, but I think we better get dressed,” I reply.
I pull on my jogging bottoms and sweatshirt. I tie my hair up into a bun and slip on my running shoes. I head to the window to look toward the warehouse.
I can see below us in the courtyard, there’s one guy who is talking to about fifteen construction workers. He is pointing at the building we are in.
“Is that Mike, the builder?” I ask.
“I can’t tell, we better go downstairs,” Brent replies.
We quickly walk downstairs and enter the courtyard. “Is Mike here?” Brent asks.
“No, he is still away
, and you are?” the guy asks, looking confused.
“Bell, and this is Brent. We are friends with Alex.”
“Ah, I see. Just give me a few minutes and I will come and see you. Do you have any coffee?” he asks.
“I think there’s some in the office, in the warehouse. We will go and make some,” I say.
Brent and I walk to Mikey’s old office. The large shutter doors are wide open, and parts of the warehouse are already being stripped.
“Whoever they are, they don’t mess around,” I say, impressed.
“I can see why Alex and Brooke were laughing about it,” Brent says.
We walk into the office and I’ve nearly finished making three cups of coffee. I see the guy walking toward us, so I put his coffee on the desk.
“You were saying Mike is still away?” Brent asks.
“Yeah, he is on the island until the weekend. Beau wanted him to do some extra changes,” the guy says.
“And why are you here so early?” Brent asks.
“Get in, get out. You know, we get paid well from Beau if we get the job done quickly. The guy sips on his coffee.
“So, what have you been briefed on?” Brent asks.
“We were just told to get the place gutted and ready for the weekend. Once Mike gets here, we can start piecing it all back together,” he explains.
“What about the buildings out the back?” I ask.
“I was actually told to do the same, gut what needs to come out and then I would be given instructions. Um, that has to be finished as soon as possible,” he says.
“The apartment is a priority?” I ask.
“Yeah, a special request from Alex, via Shona.” He looks at his watch.
“Have you spoken to Alex?” Brent asks.
“No, I was told he would be here for nine,” he replies.
“And here I am, right on the dot,” Alex says, standing in the doorway.
“Shona gave me the message about the buildings out the back,” the guy says to Alex.
“When you’re done making the place secure, speak to these two about what they want in it, and don’t use any crap materials,” Alex says.
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