up the menu, opened it and placed it into her unsteady hands.
“Thank you, SSssssam,” she slurred and finished with a giggle. She now had slightly better control of herself. She steadied herself on the table and closed the menu triumphantly.
“I will have,” she began with great effort, “the Bananananananazzzzzz
Fosterrrrrr,” she slurred heavily now and finished with a giggle.
“Then we will make it two.” I smiled and waved the waiter over to place our order. After we placed our order, Emily’s cell phone began ringing. She laughed out loud.
“How am I supposed to answer THAT!” She proceeded to fumble through her purse to make the attempt. She frowned when she looked at the Caller ID.
“Stupid director or, I mean, boss, you know,” she fumbled for words and seemed to stop short and sober up a little bit. “I mean, never mind.”
“Do you mind if I check mine?” I asked, and she consented. I pulled my
iPhone out of my pocket and saw I had two messages. I dialed voicemail and listened. The first message was from Bob, the real estate agent.
“Mr. Shepard, Bob here. Glad you called, and I appreciate the opportunity to earn your business. I did a little bit of research on the property you inquired about. Give me a call when you get a chance, and we can compare notes.” He left his number and hung up. Damn, why couldn’t he just leave the information on my voicemail? Apparently, he changed his mind because the next voicemail was from Bob again.
“Mr. Shepard, pardon my calling back so soon. I forgot; I am actually heading out of town for a week, so I thought you might like to know that Max Khayman owns the property you inquired about. I will call you when I get back in town. It’s not officially for sale, but if you are interested, I would still be able to bring him an offer.”
Max Khayman? Is that the same Khayman who owns the Country Cottage Tea Room and the black Lincoln? The threads are coming together, but what are we knitting? I can’t see the picture, and Emily is looking at me in a strange way.
“Sam? Everything all right? You look worried.” She was still slurring her words, but she was on her way down from her previous high.
“Yeah, yeah, everything is fine. I had called earlier about some real estate, and that was my agent. Just wasn’t what I expected, that’s all.”
“Oh yeah?” She smiled. “You going to buy this island now?” she giggled.
The Bananas Foster appeared, and we dug into the warm, gooey dessert.
“No, not this island. The old military school campus across the river. I went there, thought maybe I’d renovate the place.” And that was not entirely untrue. I had thought about it in the years since the school closed, but I really just wanted to know who owned it at this point. And more importantly, I needed to get inside.
Emily had already finished off her dessert; I was impressed at how such a small woman could put away food. And her demeanor had changed. She was very serious, and I noticed wrinkles around her eyes I had not seen before.
“Military school? You mean the old Farragut place? I’ve heard it’s owned by the mob—did you hear that?”
“The mob?” My interest was piqued. I had heard the Khayman clan called many things before, but not the mob. “I don’t know about that. But the Khayman family is very wealthy and powerful around here. How do you know about the school?”
She picked up her wine glass and finished it quickly.
“Just an old case we had a few years back when the school closed and I had read about the sale of the land and buildings. Just in passing, really. Do you know any of them? The Khayman family, I mean.”
“Me? No,” I responded, “I was just interested in the property, not the people.” That, however, was a huge lie.
She smiled slyly. “I’ve heard they’re into witchcraft.”
“What?” I laughed. “Witchcraft? What is this, a UPN sitcom? I know they own a lot of bars and run some illegal activity, but witchcraft? That’s funny.”
She downed another glass of wine—she could really put it away. She leaned forward over the table, the tops of her silky smooth breasts pushing up towards me. I couldn’t keep my eyes off them.
“I’ve heard they kill people who don’t do what they want or owe them money and stuff,” she confided in me as if it were a secret. So, I leaned forward and took in a big eyeful of those perky breasts and responded.
“I’ve heard they have tails and are vampires!” I laughed, but she didn’t.
She sat up in her chair and regarded me seriously again.
“Vampires? What makes you say that?”
“Oh, I was just kidding, you know. You were making them sound like The Godfather meets Charmed or Buffy the Vampire Slayer or something. So I kind of pulled the vampire thing out of my ass.”
She laughed it off. “Yeah, Buffy, that’s funny… definitely has to be out of your ass.” She smiled; the softness returned to her face, and her eyes seemed to get just a little bit greener as I stared into them. Then she changed the subject.
“Did you have any trouble getting me a room for the night?” she asked playfully.
“Actually,” I began, very embarrassed, “I did have some trouble, believe it or not. I couldn’t get you a room at the inn.” Her jaw dropped a little, clearly surprised. “There is a convention or something in town, so I thought we would figure something out. But, now… sitting here, staring into your captivating eyes, I have a great idea.” I smiled slyly and poured her some more wine. She grabbed the glass and looked directly into my eyes.
“What kind of idea is it?” she asked just before she lightly licked her red lips and took a sip of the wine.
“I’ll be right back.” I smiled, got up, and walked through the dining room toward the hostess station.
“Sam!” she almost yelled. “Where are you going?”
I made my way to the hostess station, and the lovely, black-dressed young lady was there.
“Can I help you?”
Five minutes later, I was on my way back to the table to fill her in on what I had planned for her. But as I approached the table, I noticed Emily wasn’t there. I stopped just short of the table, noticing her purse was gone, too. I looked around, figuring with a full 360-degree view I had to be able to spot her.
But I didn’t see her anywhere. I went down the center stairs to find the waiter.
Among the hustle and bustle of the wait staff running around, I spotted him.
“Hey, did you see my date?”
“Yes, I saw her heading outside to the deck a few minutes ago.”
The deck? I didn’t look there. You could see the upper deck from the restaurant, but there was a lower deck that actually went out over the water on the east side. I should have thought of that myself. Back in the dining room, I located the French doors that led out to the deck. I opened them and was hit by the warm, salty air immediately. I walked out to the edge of the top deck and in the twilight, I saw Emily on her cell phone, speaking to someone in a heated conversation. I couldn’t hear what was being said, but I could hear her raised tone of voice. I found the stairs leading down to the lower deck and began walking down them, trying to be conspicuous so she would notice me. I didn’t want to eavesdrop.
“Yes, sir, I understand but… sir, I…” I began to pick up pieces of what she was saying as I got closer. I coughed audibly; she looked over, smiled and held up a finger, asking for a minute to finish her call. I motioned that it was no problem and went to lean against the railing on the other side of the deck while I waited for her.
“Understood, my ship has arrived, I have to go.” She closed her cell phone and sauntered over to me with a sexy smile. I turned to lean my back against the railing and returned the smile. She stopped about six inches from me, cocking her hand on her hip.
“So?” she questioned me.
“So? So what?” I played dumb. “You calling your dad to tell him you might be a little late? The sun has almost completely set—it will be dark in
a few minutes.”
“Yes, it will be,” she responded playfully. “And I have nowhere… and no one… to sleep with.”
I handed her the keycard for the Lobster Shack Inn. Her eyes lit up, and she smiled.
“You think I’m that easy? You feed me, pour some wine down my throat, and I’m just going to sleep with you?”
“Easy there—I never said anything about me staying. You needed a place to stay.” Her face froze. It was readily apparent that she had never imagined I would have just gotten her a room. I could see it in her face and her posture as she took about half a step back.
“Oh, Sam, you’re right. I’m embarrassed. Of course, this has been a really great time but…”
I reached over, put my arm around her back and pulled her to me.
“Emily, you talk too much.” And I kissed her deeply and passionately.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and returned the kiss. Her lips were soft and smooth, and my tongue parted them deftly. I could feel her tongue reciprocating the light touches of my own as it probed her warm, soft mouth. I felt the keycard dig into my back a little as my hand found the small of her back and gave it a soft caress, then a firm tug to pull her hips into my ever-growing need for her. I moved from her mouth to her neck; the soft scent of perfume intoxicated me, pushing me to run my tongue along the valley of her neck to the bottom of her ear and lightly nibble on it. She pushed me away, breathless now.
“Maybe we should use this,” she said, waving the keycard at me.
I’m not sure how long it took us to get to our room, but we practically ran the whole way and it still seemed like an eternity. Emily slid the keycard in the door, pushed it open, and had her arms around me in a matter of seconds. I heard her purse fly against the wall and felt her tongue inside my mouth before I could respond. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around me while I wrapped my arms around her with my hands grabbing each side of her tight ass.
I pushed my mouth down toward her neck and she threw her head back, blonde hair flying, and emitted a low moan.
“Oh, yes, Sam, mmm,” and she began to undulate her hips into mine.
“I’ve been waiting for this, oh yes!”
I was fully aroused, and my erection was pushing at my pants. I could feel the warmth of her pushing down on it. She threw her head to the side and started licking my ear fervently as I walked us to the bed. I practically threw her on the bed and stared into her wild face. Her eyes had an animal passion in them, and she quickly pushed herself back up and began unbuckling my belt.
I reached down, pulling her top over her head to reveal two beautiful and tanned breasts bouncing down from the force. Her breasts were so perfectly in proportion to her tight stomach and body, it was no wonder she didn’t have a bra on. She yanked my belt off, unbuttoned my pants, and undid my zipper in a matter of seconds. She stopped for what seemed like eternity when she discovered I wasn’t wearing underwear and my fully erect penis was staring her right in the face. She looked up at me, her eyes on fire, licked her lips and took my throbbing penis into her hot, moist mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned loudly as she slowly worked up and down my penis. My hands found her smooth shoulders and made their way down to her breasts, only to find her firm nipples ready for my touch. I rubbed her nipples between my fingers and felt her body convulse slightly. She opened her mouth slightly, breaking contact with my now wet penis, and she let a small gasp escape. The heat of her breath on me was pushing me to my limits very quickly. She took the very top of my penis into her mouth again and began stroking the shaft rapidly with her hand. I grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her off.
“Take off your shorts,” I practically ordered. Emily quickly pushed herself back on the bed while I tore off my shirt and kicked my pants away. She unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them down to reveal that she too wore no underwear. She was cleanly waxed, and the sight of her completely hairless and naked body made me want to taste her even more. I wasted no time pushing my open lips and tongue inside of her. I licked and swirled around her and tasted her hotness with each thrust of her hips as she urged me to lick her faster and harder.
But then, suddenly, she pushed me over so I was on my back, and before
I knew what was happening she had straddled my chest, her moist heat pressing against my chest. She grabbed my penis and started stroking it before she moved her way to my face and began pressing herself down on my mouth. I responded with my tongue, passionately working her excitement to a fever pitch.
She began moaning and grabbed me harder as she stroked me over and over. I felt like I was about to explode when I felt her legs tense around my head and she leaned a little forward, pushing so hard on my mouth that I couldn’t breathe for a long moment. But I didn’t care; I kept going and felt her throw her head back again.
“Yes! Sam, OH GOD!” She kept riding my mouth, back and forth and up and down, until her whole body seized and then shuddered in release. She finally pushed herself off me, only to turn around and hover over my penis. She grabbed it with her left hand, steadying herself with her right hand. I put both my hands squarely on her gorgeous ass and guided her down onto my bulging erection. As I entered her, she was hot like scalding syrup on my oversensitive member. It was all I could do to keep from finishing right there.
“Oh, Emilyyyyy,” I practically sang as I mixed a moan with the words.
She took me completely in, slowly, and I felt her hips spasm ever so slightly. Then she slowly raised herself up, and I could see the moonlight accentuating the curves of her muscles into the valley of the small of her back.
She put both her hands on her head, held her hair up, and started humming lightly as she went back down on my penis, and then slowly up again. I placed my hands on her hips to guide her and push her along a little faster. She came down again, this time a little faster, and then up with the same speed increase, then down a little faster still and up at the same pace. The intensity of the humming seemed to match the intensity of the sex. As she picked up speed, she turned her head so I could see her mouth open slightly, and she began to moan a little. The moan increased in volume slowly as she moved faster and faster, working my penis. I sat up while she continued riding me up and down, in and out. I grabbed her breasts from behind and massaged them in short circles that kept urging her on and on.
“Come on baby, keep going, oh yes, almost there,” I spurred her on and she seemed to respond. Finally, she was moving so quickly her body was slapping against my thighs, and she was moaning and gasping loudly now. I couldn’t hold back any longer; the hot friction of her grabbed at my penis and pulled me into the orgasm that had been building since the first time we met. I felt myself completely empty into her as she continued to pump me up and down.
Finally she stopped, and her body spasmed violently again. She had to prop herself up on the bed before finally falling down. We both lay there silently for a long moment, sweat dripping off our hot, drained bodies.
“Emily, that was incredible.” I looked over at her smiling face cloaked in her blonde hair as she lay on her stomach. She pushed her hair back and said,
“Yes, that was.” We didn’t say anything else, just drifted off to sleep with the moon illuminating the room. The last thing I remember seeing was Emily turning over, her still-erect nipples outlined by the soft moon.
It was a pleasant image to fall asleep to, indeed.
March 16th
Unfortunately, when I woke up, the image wasn’t as comforting. My eyes fluttered open to an empty bed. I began to lift my head but heard voices coming from the hallway, so I kept my head low. I lifted it slightly and could see the door was slightly open. There were two voices, a man and a woman, and the woman sounded like Emily. I did my best to quiet my breathing and lie still to try and hear what they were saying, but I couldn’t quite catch the words. What was she doing and whom was she talking to?
Just as I was about to get up and see, the hallway went quiet, and I heard footsteps retre
ating from the door. I pushed myself up and sat up on the bed, about to get up when I heard Emily’s voice.
“White Dove checking in, sir.”
White Dove? What the hell was that? And who was she checking in with?
I quickly lay back down and pretended to be asleep.
“Yes, sir. Yes, subject is still asleep.”
Subject? Did I really know who Emily was?
“Hang on, sir. I need to get to a more secure location.”
Emily came back in the room, still on the phone, and crossed to the sliding doors leading out to the deck. She stopped for a moment to look at me, making sure I was still asleep, and went out onto the small deck off the room, shutting the door behind her. I couldn’t hear her anymore, only the muffled sound of her voice talking in a quiet manner to “sir.”
I checked the clock: 1:45. Sounded like work, but who would she be talking to at work at this time? I decided to get up and make my presence known to her. I got up and stretched like I had just woken, but her back was to the room and she didn’t see me. So I went into the bathroom, turned on the light and flushed the toilet. She would surely hear that. I waited a minute, and I heard the door to the deck open and close.
“Sam?” she asked with an unsure level to her voice.
I left the bathroom rubbing my eyes. I was a great actor. It was the scratching of my ass that sold the act, though.
“Sam, sorry, did I wake you? I just needed some air.” She stood there wearing my black shirt thrown over her like a towel with only one button buttoned near her navel. I could see the valley of her tanned breasts peaking out from the shirt as it hung lazily over them, accentuating the curves in a very seductive way.
It was a very sexy sight to behold. Then I remembered “White Dove,” and my fledgling erection quickly went away.
“Hey, no, I just had to hit the head, that’s all. Who were you talking to?”
“Talking to…” she began slowly.
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