as
wealthy as he was. So what the hell was she after?
Had she come to chase a teenage
fantasy? Or maybe to tame the wild boy she could never quite confront in her
youth?
No matter, he wasn’t about to be
tamed. If that was her scheme, she was going to be greatly disappointed.
And what about Maria? She’d taken to
Sarah even before she’d met her. Her intuition bothered him more than it
should. But she had an uncanny sense, particularly regarding women.
Sarah was at least a little
frightened of him. That was good. Maybe he could use that leverage to send her
packing. But she wasn’t a slut. She was Sarah Atkinson. Thankfully, she’d taken
back her maiden name after her second divorce. She was Sarah—she wasn’t
supposed to be his sex slave.
That was supposed to be Maria. Not
that she’d ever been particularly adept at submission. She could dish out as
much as she took. He doubted Sarah could come close to matching her.
At least Sarah hadn’t balked at
going commando. That should keep her uneasy a little, thinking about why he’d
want her available at all times. Maybe she was having second thoughts already.
He glanced at his image in the
mirror behind the bar and scowled. He’d wanted to show her the kind and
considerate lover he could be. She deserved that. She would welcome that. Wasn’t
it her praise and warmth he’d wanted back in Bumper so many years ago? But she’d
denied him then.
He should deny her now. He shook his
head. How could he deny a vision?
- o -
Standing at the pool’s edge, Maria
breathed deeply, watching her guest cautiously. It was time—beyond time—to take
another one of those steps toward the inevitable. Sarah would make the final
decision, but a little help along the way might help. “I so enjoy a daily swim.
I don’t know if I could live in a place where that’s not possible.”
“It’s tough,” Sarah acknowledged. “I’m
in the water a lot in the summer, but I’ve yet to find an indoor pool I really
like for the colder months.”
“Not a problem here.” Maria reached
for the buttons of her dress and began unfastening them as if it were the most
natural thing to do. Sarah’s inquisitive look caused her to pause. “I only swim
in the nude,” she explained. “I love the freedom of it. Is that okay with you?”
“You do what you want.” Sarah
swallowed, but didn’t glance away. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”
Maria showed her white teeth and
continued undoing buttons. She shrugged out of the dress and pulled on her aching
nipples.
“You are commando,” Sarah
gasped, her eyes rounding.
“Of course.” Maria responded,
fluffing up the curls guarding her pussy. “What did you expect?”
“You’re...you’re beautiful. So
exotic. Your nipples look cold.”
“Warm them,” Maria teased, “if you
like.”
Maria stilled as Sarah tentatively
raised her arms and then clamped them to her sides. She shook her head.
“Too bad. Later, maybe.” Maria
whirled and dove into the water, which did little to cool her growing heat.
She paddled to the middle of the
pool and turned in time to see Sarah reach behind her neck to untie her dress. It
pooled gracefully at her feet. Maria wet her lips, elated that Sarah hadn’t
requested a swimsuit—at least not yet.
Sarah stretched and cupped her
breasts as if unaware of her audience of one. Maria smiled to herself,
recalling Sarah’s sexual delight when she’d climaxed the night before. Yes,
this woman knew how to tease. Maria’s toes curled in the waters as she conjured
up more patience than she thought she possessed.
Sarah stood and stared at Maria for
the longest time, as if waging an internal debate, before knifing into the
water. She swam underwater like a fish and popped up right beside her hostess.
“You’re stunning, Maria,” she
intoned, treading water. “I’ve never seen such dark nipples. You must taste
like cinnamon.”
“I’m not telling,” Maria bantered. “You’ll
have
wealthy as he was. So what the hell was she after?
Had she come to chase a teenage
fantasy? Or maybe to tame the wild boy she could never quite confront in her
youth?
No matter, he wasn’t about to be
tamed. If that was her scheme, she was going to be greatly disappointed.
And what about Maria? She’d taken to
Sarah even before she’d met her. Her intuition bothered him more than it
should. But she had an uncanny sense, particularly regarding women.
Sarah was at least a little
frightened of him. That was good. Maybe he could use that leverage to send her
packing. But she wasn’t a slut. She was Sarah Atkinson. Thankfully, she’d taken
back her maiden name after her second divorce. She was Sarah—she wasn’t
supposed to be his sex slave.
That was supposed to be Maria. Not
that she’d ever been particularly adept at submission. She could dish out as
much as she took. He doubted Sarah could come close to matching her.
At least Sarah hadn’t balked at
going commando. That should keep her uneasy a little, thinking about why he’d
want her available at all times. Maybe she was having second thoughts already.
He glanced at his image in the
mirror behind the bar and scowled. He’d wanted to show her the kind and
considerate lover he could be. She deserved that. She would welcome that. Wasn’t
it her praise and warmth he’d wanted back in Bumper so many years ago? But she’d
denied him then.
He should deny her now. He shook his
head. How could he deny a vision?
- o -
Standing at the pool’s edge, Maria
breathed deeply, watching her guest cautiously. It was time—beyond time—to take
another one of those steps toward the inevitable. Sarah would make the final
decision, but a little help along the way might help. “I so enjoy a daily swim.
I don’t know if I could live in a place where that’s not possible.”
“It’s tough,” Sarah acknowledged. “I’m
in the water a lot in the summer, but I’ve yet to find an indoor pool I really
like for the colder months.”
“Not a problem here.” Maria reached
for the buttons of her dress and began unfastening them as if it were the most
natural thing to do. Sarah’s inquisitive look caused her to pause. “I only swim
in the nude,” she explained. “I love the freedom of it. Is that okay with you?”
“You do what you want.” Sarah
swallowed, but didn’t glance away. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”
Maria showed her white teeth and
continued undoing buttons. She shrugged out of the dress and pulled on her aching
nipples.
“You are commando,” Sarah
gasped, her eyes rounding.
“Of course.” Maria responded,
fluffing up the curls guarding her pussy. “What did you expect?”
“You’re...you’re beautiful. So
exotic. Your nipples look cold.”
“Warm them,” Maria teased, “if you
like.”
Maria stilled as Sarah tentatively
raised her arms and then clamped them to her sides. She shook her head.
“Too bad. Later, maybe.” Maria
whirled and dove into the water, which did little to cool her growing heat.
She paddled to the middle of the
pool and turned in time to see Sarah reach behind her neck to untie her dress. It
pooled gracefully at her feet. Maria wet her lips, elated that Sarah hadn’t
requested a swimsuit—at least not yet.
Sarah stretched and cupped her
breasts as if unaware of her audience of one. Maria smiled to herself,
recalling Sarah’s sexual delight when she’d climaxed the night before. Yes,
this woman knew how to tease. Maria’s toes curled in the waters as she conjured
up more patience than she thought she possessed.
Sarah stood and stared at Maria for
the longest time, as if waging an internal debate, before knifing into the
water. She swam underwater like a fish and popped up right beside her hostess.
“You’re stunning, Maria,” she
intoned, treading water. “I’ve never seen such dark nipples. You must taste
like cinnamon.”
“I’m not telling,” Maria bantered. “You’ll
have
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