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Chester looked around the very impressive suite of rooms. He carefully inspected his new surroundings; his mind calculating over the information Marcus had just given him. He was surprised, and that made him uneasy. Jac was much more than he surmised. It did not take him long to set-up his laptop near the wide balcony that looked down over the jungle below.
As the night settled in, Chester could hear the calls of the beasts in the jungle. A cool breeze filtered into his room trough the open doors to the balcony. It filled the sheer curtains as they billowed lightly into the room. Chester sat at his computer quickly clicking away. His inherent mistrust had prompted him to set-up his sat uplink in spite of an offer to use the house connection. Chester searched in vain for any information on a Lawrence Duval or even a Jac or Jacqueline Duvall. He sighed with some frustration and set his network into action digging. He sat back in the large leather chair and looked out into the waning dusk.
Chester, satisfied that he had done what hunting he could do from a lavish villa deep in the Colombian jungle, decided a shower was in order. He relaxed in the warm waters of the shower. Six heads massaged his aching muscles and cleaned his body. Chester stepped out of the shower and patted himself dry. He took his time in a meticulous shave and brushing of his teeth.
Chester pulled out a pair of loose linen pants from his knap sack and pulled on a small t-shirt that fit his sculpted chest snuggly. He paused at the phone to dial the staff and request a single malt scotch. He was half testing the veracity of his host, but mostly looking forward to enjoying a pleasure he rarely indulged. He stepped out onto the balcony and leaned on the railing.
The breezed whipped up the side of the steep gorge and filled him with the warm sweet scent of the jungle below. Beneath his balcony was the tiled pool and deck. A marble arch sat at the far end overlooking a slight cliff that plummeted to the valley below. The deck and surrounding garden was dimly lit with torches and gave a warm glow to the surrounding trees. The soft tones of jazz filtered into the courtyard and rode the breeze up to Chester.
Chester’s thoughts turned once again to Jac. The kiss and all the feeling around it fell upon him. He remembered it well, and longed to feel that again. He leaned against the railing of the balcony and stared into the night blankly, his mind racing back to the moment when he held her in his arms, and felt her lips against his own.
Tinkle jinkle tinkle
The rattling of ice in a glass captured Chester back to reality. “Thank you just place it on the table there.” Chester spoke softly without turning around.
“As you wish.” Came the soft reply of a voice he knew so well.
Chester turned to see the enchanting Jac place a crystal glass of scotch on the table. He watched her smooth form as she bent slightly and stood back up looking directly into his eyes. Chester walked to her and touched her hand as she released the glass. Their eyes already in a passionate embrace, Jac dropped her mouth slightly as if to say something, but chose no words. She leaned her head forward and kissed Chester.
Their lips met softly at first. As Chester wrapped his arms around her and pulling her body close to his the passion began to take over. Her tongue parted his lips. Her hands caressed his back as the night became filled with their heat. Chester reached down, mid kiss, and slid his arm behind her knees, lifting her gracefully from her feet and carried her into the room. Kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear, Chester sat her down on the bed. Jac through her head and hair back across the bed letting out a slight moan as Chester kissed her slender neck.
As the night settled in, Chester could hear the calls of the beasts in the jungle. A cool breeze filtered into his room trough the open doors to the balcony. It filled the sheer curtains as they billowed lightly into the room. Chester sat at his computer quickly clicking away. His inherent mistrust had prompted him to set-up his sat uplink in spite of an offer to use the house connection. Chester searched in vain for any information on a Lawrence Duval or even a Jac or Jacqueline Duvall. He sighed with some frustration and set his network into action digging. He sat back in the large leather chair and looked out into the waning dusk.
Chester, satisfied that he had done what hunting he could do from a lavish villa deep in the Colombian jungle, decided a shower was in order. He relaxed in the warm waters of the shower. Six heads massaged his aching muscles and cleaned his body. Chester stepped out of the shower and patted himself dry. He took his time in a meticulous shave and brushing of his teeth.
Chester pulled out a pair of loose linen pants from his knap sack and pulled on a small t-shirt that fit his sculpted chest snuggly. He paused at the phone to dial the staff and request a single malt scotch. He was half testing the veracity of his host, but mostly looking forward to enjoying a pleasure he rarely indulged. He stepped out onto the balcony and leaned on the railing.
The breezed whipped up the side of the steep gorge and filled him with the warm sweet scent of the jungle below. Beneath his balcony was the tiled pool and deck. A marble arch sat at the far end overlooking a slight cliff that plummeted to the valley below. The deck and surrounding garden was dimly lit with torches and gave a warm glow to the surrounding trees. The soft tones of jazz filtered into the courtyard and rode the breeze up to Chester.
Chester’s thoughts turned once again to Jac. The kiss and all the feeling around it fell upon him. He remembered it well, and longed to feel that again. He leaned against the railing of the balcony and stared into the night blankly, his mind racing back to the moment when he held her in his arms, and felt her lips against his own.
Tinkle jinkle tinkle
The rattling of ice in a glass captured Chester back to reality. “Thank you just place it on the table there.” Chester spoke softly without turning around.
“As you wish.” Came the soft reply of a voice he knew so well.
Chester turned to see the enchanting Jac place a crystal glass of scotch on the table. He watched her smooth form as she bent slightly and stood back up looking directly into his eyes. Chester walked to her and touched her hand as she released the glass. Their eyes already in a passionate embrace, Jac dropped her mouth slightly as if to say something, but chose no words. She leaned her head forward and kissed Chester.
Their lips met softly at first. As Chester wrapped his arms around her and pulling her body close to his the passion began to take over. Her tongue parted his lips. Her hands caressed his back as the night became filled with their heat. Chester reached down, mid kiss, and slid his arm behind her knees, lifting her gracefully from her feet and carried her into the room. Kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear, Chester sat her down on the bed. Jac through her head and hair back across the bed letting out a slight moan as Chester kissed her slender neck.