by Rylee Swann
Michael disconnects the call, and I stand in the middle of the living room for a moment. What was I doing? My computer pings again, reminding me that I have a Facebook message. I head that way to find that I have several, all from Jenn.
Her: Do I hate you, Pond? Are you crazy!? That was one of the best fucking nights of my life!
Her: Holy shit!
Her: You get to fuck him all the time?
Her: Damn!
Her: BTW… he is so into you!
I laugh in relief as I read Jenn’s messages, but the last one throws me for a loop.
My fingers fly across my keyboard: He is NOT into me!
Her: Yes, he is! I saw the way he was looking at you, girl.
Me: That’s crazy. He’s just acting. We’re putting on a show, you know.
Her: Say what you want, Pond. He’s hot for you. Do you know how much he charged me? He made me promise not to tell you, but I can’t help it, girl!
Me: No, I don’t know what he charges any of the voyeurs. But if you shouldn’t tell me…
Even as I hit the enter key, I know I’m just kidding myself. Of course, I want her to tell me. I’m dying of curiosity. Especially now that she’s brought it up. And that he wanted it kept from me.
Her: Oh, girl, you should know. He charged me nothing. Nothing! Now, do you still think he’s not hot for you? Laterz!
“That’s crazy,” I say out loud and stare at the screen.
Noticing the time, I realize it almost time to get ready to meet him, and my stomach jumps in eager anticipation.
***
Michael is wearing white swim trunks that look spectacular against his lean, tanned body, and I’m wearing a tank top, no bra. Talk about easy access! It’s a picture perfect warm early July afternoon, and I stand nervously with Michael underneath the boardwalk, waiting for the curtain to rise.
Michael takes hold of my hands and shakes them to loosen me up. “Relax, Kim. The voyeur can see us, but we’re well hidden. Everything is going to be fine.”
I offer him a shaky smile. “If he can see us so can others. We’re going to attract a crowd.”
A decidedly devilish smile spreads across his face, and he nods. “It’s just too bad I won’t be able to charge them.”
I stare at him for a moment then laugh. “Oh my god, you’re terrible!” But I’m relaxed now and eager to start.
“There he is. The guy spreading out the green blanket a few feet away.” Michael tilts his head toward him, and I look. “See him?” I nod, and he continues. “Let me lead. Don’t try to steal the show this time. Just work your magic on my cock. Understand?”
I nod again as I glance at the voyeur. He’s the only one up on the sand this close to the boardwalk with his back to the ocean. Nah, not conspicuous at all. I start to giggle, and Michael places a finger under my chin to bring my eyes to his.
“No giggling, Kim. It’s just you and me here, remember? You give head like a fucking pro, and I can’t wait for your lips to wrap around my cock.” He’s talking in a raspy whisper, getting himself worked up, and it’s doing the job for me too. I nod and lick my lips, eliciting a low growl from him. “You’re a she-devil. It’s time to start.”
We’re standing in profile to the voyeur so he has a clear view of the action as Michael places a hand on my head and gently pushes me to my knees. I offer no resistance, staring up into his eyes as I’m put into position. We’re not in the sun, and the sand is cool on my skin. I settle in and wait expectantly.
“Take it out, Kim. Fuck, I need you to touch my cock.” That’s my cue, and I don’t hesitate. With what I hope is a seductive smile on my face, I slowly tease a couple of fingers into the waistband of his trunks until I have his semi-hard cock in my hand. It’s warm and pulsing to life as I expose it to the air. Michael groans and his hands are in my tank top, roughly pulling out my breasts. I glance at the voyeur, and our eyes meet for a moment. Then Michael is pinching both my nipples hard, and I throw my head back, wanting to scream.
Gasping as his touch sends waves of pleasure straight to my clit, I bend my head and slowly lick the underside. He’s instantly hard, and I take him fully into my mouth. I work him long and slow, deep-throating him as my tongue swirls around his hardness. He’s breathing hard now, playing with my tits, squeezing, pulling, tugging, pinching and my head bobs up and down on his cock in response.
I’m holding onto the base with one hand and take his balls with the other, squeezing gently. He half groans half growls his pleasure, and he again pinches my nipples hard, the way we both like it. I glance again at the voyeur to find him staring with lips parted. I watch him watching me as I swallow as many inches as I can before pulling back until all but the head is exposed.
A sound above us startles me, and I freeze until I realize it’s just people walking on the boardwalk. I smile around Michael’s cock. If only they knew what was going on right beneath their feet.
“That’s it, Kim. Oh, fuck, you’re so fucking good,” Michael says to encourage me, and I fully bend to the task again, giving his balls an extra tweak. I’m rewarded with an “oh fuck” between gritted teeth.
I look toward the voyeur again as I hear a surprised exclamation. We’re starting to draw a crowd as I knew we would; three men and a couple of girls. They all look college age and I image they’ve either seen or done worse than what they’re watching now. Even so I involuntarily gulp, and Michael groans again.
“They’re watching you, Kim, because you’re so fucking good,” Michael breathes in a rasp. “So… fucking… good.” I’m heartened and start pumping him in and out of my mouth faster. “No, slow down. Fuck, use your hands, or I’ll come too fast.” He pinches my nipple hard with one hand and with the other pushes my head gently from his cock. I work him over, slowly, teasingly, with my hands. “Fuck… yeah… that’s it… that’s it.”
We’re both sweating, and I’m glad for the shade of the boardwalk but can’t help wondering what it would be like to be doing this right out in the open. I look to our little audience and arch my back, jutting my tits out for Michael’s pleasure. He doesn’t disappoint and returns both hands to his careful ministrations. Every touch of his sends glorious waves of bliss through me, and I take the tip of his head back into my mouth, groaning and sucking while my hands continue to explore every inch of his hard rod.
I tear my eyes from the voyeurs to look up into Michael’s face. His eyes are closed and he’s in the throes of passion so I’m not sure if he knows just how boisterous the college kids have gotten. It’s starting to get noisy with their conversation and exclamations. “Michael…?” I breathe around his cock.
“I know, Kim. Time to finish up,” he grunts. “Clasp your hands behind your back for me. I’m going to fuck your mouth now.” I do as he says, and he gives my nipples one more hard pinch each. Grabbing both sides of my head in his hands, he starts pounding my mouth and throat with his cock. His thrusts are stunning, and I can’t breathe, so I just do my best, relaxing my mouth and body and let him work me over to his satisfaction.
He crushes my head to him and goes taut, and I’m swallowing and swallowing to shouts of, “Hey, there! What’s going on there!”
It’s a beach patrol, and I try to pull away from Michael, but he doesn’t let me. “Hold on, Kim, hold on,” he grunts. “Almost done… fuck… god…” He growls out a stifled roar of completion and releases my head. He quickly stuffs himself back into his shorts, grabs me by the hand, and pulls me up. We start running like hell hounds are at our heels.
Beach patrol gives half-hearted chase, and I have no time to adjust my tank top to cover my breasts. I start laughing breathlessly, my tits bouncing merrily, as Michael drags me along the street and away from the beach. Once we’re in the clear, the patrol gives up, and we stop running. We look at each other and burst out laughing. I’m laughing so hard I can’t catch my breath and tears spring to my eyes.
I can tell that Michael’s laughter is genuine, and we share this moment, s
tanding on a busy street in Long Beach, as he cups my still very visible breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over the nipples and bringing them back to firm, painful buds. “That was fun, wasn’t it?” he asks, a wide smile creasing his face.
People can see us, they’re looking, and I just don’t care. I revel in it and smile up into his eyes. “That was crazy,” I laugh. He continues to smile, gives my nipples one final pinch and then adjusts them back inside my tank top. Looking around at the new batch of onlookers, he smiles at them, grabs my hand, and leads me away.
If I’m not very careful, I’m going to fall for him.
We’re holding hands and walking down the streets of Long Beach like any other regular couple. I’m still on a high from the scene and then being chased, so I don’t question it. I just enjoy it.
“It’s still early. Would you like to grab a bite to eat?” Michael asks.
I look up at him, surprised that he’s trying to continue our contact. I find him smiling, and I smile in return. “That’d be nice,” I say.
He nods and leads me to the nearby George Martin’s restaurant. We opt for an outdoor table, and once seated, quietly examine the menu.
I decide on grilled chicken over salad greens. I’m with the boss so healthy eating is the wise move. We put down our menus at the same time and begin talking over each other. We smile and Michael motions for me to go first.
“It’s funny that you chose Long Beach for that scene. I live here.”
He looks up at me, and his face brightens with enthusiasm. “Really? Then you must love the beach.”
I nod. “Yes, and I even love it offseason too. This is a great town. I would have hated to move.” I pick up my glass of water and salute him. “I paid my overdue rent the other day thanks to you.”
He nods. “I love the beach too. In the warm months, I try to stay out of the gym as much as possible and opt for running along the beach or swimming in the ocean.”
“Oh? Do you live here too?”
He shakes his head. “I have a couple of rentals here, so I’m in the area a lot.”
“So, you’re into real estate?”
Inwardly, I’m giddy with excitement. Here I am at a restaurant, having a normal conversation with someone I might like a little more than I should. I’m crushing hard. I feel like a teenager.
“Nah, not really.” He chuckles. “A little maybe. You know what you want to eat?”
“Yes, I’m going to have a salad,” I announce proudly, and his smile falters a little.
“You can have anything you want, Kim. Don’t worry about it,” he says in a soft tone, softer I think than I’ve ever heard coming from him.
“No, I want a salad, really,” I tell him.
He nods, and we fall to silence for a moment.
The next thing he says stuns me. It’s a question I didn’t expect at all. “Are you dating? Because I’d prefer it if you didn’t while you’re working for me. Would that be a deal breaker for you?”
I just stare at him. What is he trying to say? I can’t tell a thing from his closed off expression. “Did you make the other girls stop dating while they worked for you?”
I have to admit, I’ve been curious about the ones that came before me.
He looks thoughtful before lifting a shoulder in a half shrug. “Careful what you ask, Kim. You might not want to know the answer.”
It’s an ominous statement, but I shrug in return. “Tell me?”
He sighs. “The two girls that came right before you were beautiful, gorgeous, stunning,” he begins, and I start to think that he’s right; I don’t want to know the answer. “They were like supermodels. I think one of them worked for Victoria’s Secret.” He looks at me and a small smile creeps onto his face. “But both of them were flat-chested. I mean nothing. Like boys. Nothing for me to grab onto.”
His smile widens, and I realize he’s teasing me.
“You’re so evil!”
He bobs his eyebrows in agreement. “So, are you dating anyone?”
The waitress arrives to take our orders, so I don’t have a chance to answer him. She has perfect timing. I don’t want to even inadvertently mention that I have a date with Adonis tomorrow night.
To my surprise, Michael orders a hamburger with all the fixings, including French fries.
“You’re going to have to run for miles and miles to work that off,” I say with a smile.
He chuckles. “I think I’m in good enough shape to indulge every once in a while.” I nod in agreement. He does have a spectacular body. “But it’s true. I’ll run this evening simply for the sheer love of it.”
Our food arrives, and we both dive in. Digging my fork into a piece of grilled chicken, I glance up at Michael to find him watching me. Caught, he motions to my plate. “How is your salad?”
“It’s delicious,” I say. “And how’s your burger?”
“Very good.” He pauses, looking down at his food. “You’re so gorgeous.” He breathes in deeply and lets it out in a slow whoosh. “A true exhibitionist. You’re loving it, aren’t you?” I nod, heat rising to my cheeks. “And you’re still turned on from giving me head earlier? You didn’t get a chance for release the way I did. Maybe your panties are even still damp?”
I slap his hand. “Stop it. You really are a devil.”
His smile widens, but it’s that predatory stalking smile that he usually reserves for bedroom scenes.
“Admit it,” he croons. “You’re flush with the need to orgasm. Tell me.”
Oh, god, he is so right. I’d love nothing more than for him to crawl under the table, get between my legs, and suck on me the way I sucked on him at the beach. Do I dare tell him? He doesn’t give me the chance.
“Too late,” he says. “If you’d admitted to it, maybe we’d have done something about it. Now, I have a different idea.”
“What’s that?” I ask in an unsteady voice, a little worried and a lot turned on.
“Don’t have sex or touch yourself until after our next time together.” He makes a low rumbling sound in this throat. “Knowing that you’ll be staying in a heightened sense of need for a day or two is so fucking erotic.”
Then he crooks a finger at me, and I lean in over the table, and he does the same. I think he’s going to say something even worse that shouldn’t be overheard, but instead, he captures my lips with his, kissing me long and hard.
I’m made breathless, and my juices flow, soaking my panties. I want him.
“You’re an evil man, Michael,” I half whisper, not trusting my voice, as he sits back, ending the kiss.
He nods, a wicked grin on his face, as he pulls out his wallet and drops a few bills onto the table. “Come on, I’ll see you home.”
I live only a few blocks away, and Michael holds my hand right up to the door of my apartment. I turn to him, expecting and hoping for another kiss, but instead, his free hand dips into my tank top and he caresses my breasts.
“I’ll call you,” he says and walks away.
I’m left standing on my stoop, horny and happy.
No walk of shame for me this time.
CHAPTER 15
The next day, Scott arrives to pick me up at seven on the dot. I run to the sound of him ringing the bell, then stop myself, take a deep breath, smooth down my hair and my dress. After placing what I hope is a calm but happy smile on my face, I open the door.
I’m doing my best to put Michael out of my mind for the night. He’s fun and sexy, and I like him. I like him a lot, but he’s unattainable. He’s just my boss and nothing else, as he’s told me several times.
Scott is the opposite.
I drink in his Adonis appearance, then force my mouth to work. “Hi. I guess you found the place okay.”
He smiles, and I think I’m looking into the sun. How can any one man be so good looking? “No problem at all. Great to see you. Here. These are for you.”
He holds out a small summer arrangement of flowers, and I take them automatically. I�
�m stunned. Who is this guy? And why is he here to see me?
“These are beautiful. Thank you.” I lift them to my nose. “Come on in while I find a vase for them.”
Adonis is in my apartment.
Whose life am I living?
I rummage around in the kitchen, finally finding a cheap plastic vase. I fill it halfway with water and plop the bouquet in. It’s pretty and makes me smile. I haven’t had anything so bright and so alive in my life for a long time.
I set the vase on the kitchen counter, the one that’s connected to the living room, and find that Scott has been watching me the entire time. He has an enormous grin on his face, and I match it with a goofy one of my own.
He eases up from where he’s leaning on the arm of my couch, and his muscles ripple beneath his t-shirt. “They look beautiful there,” he says as he joins me.
I swallow and try to quit staring. “They do. Thank you again.”
“No problem.” He smiles. “Are you hungry?”
Yes, for him! To throw me down, right here, right now, and have his way with me!
I quell that thought and strive for some banter instead. “Absolutely. Where are we going?”
“I thought we’d stay local. There’re so many restaurants here. I hope I picked a good one.”
***
He did pick a good one. We arrive at the restaurant, arm in arm. He even holds the door open for me. He’s such a gentleman. I’m swooning and people’s heads are turning. He’s that gorgeous.
The hostess starts to lead us to a table, but Scott stops her and asks for one on the outdoor patio. It’s another beautiful summer evening, and he’s making all the right moves. I beam at him with the same goofy smile on my face that has been there since he rang my doorbell.
“It’s not a full moon, but it’ll do,” he says as we’re seated, pointing to the quarter moon hanging low in the sky. I follow his gaze to take in the sight.
“I’ll expect a full moon next time,” I tease and pick up the menu to hide the blush I feel starting to heat my cheeks.
Seriously, why is he with me? I’m overweight, not more than cute, and older than him. He, on the other hand, is a Surfer Dude God.