The Heiress

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She had all the advantages money could buy, fine schools, fine education, knowledge of all things fine, from wine to horses. She had an interest in textiles however and that is where her passion lie and so off to a excellent college education. She now had a fine mind to match the fine body she had worked so hard for, she wondered what had ever happened to her personal trainer, a nice lad, a bit intense, but that had kept her in shape despite her love of fine desserts.

Laser eye surgery had fixed her near sightedness, hair stylists had made sure her auburn hair was perfect and her clothes were always neatly styled, but not sexy. Her teeth had been perfectly straightened and unwanted hair removed. When she finished college she was quiet the beauty, she shoke her head as it had been so much trouble to clear up her skin, trim and tone her body, fix her eyes, control her hair and so on.

She had gone a long way from the gangly girl that had graduated high school five years ago and that was the last time she had seen her personal trainer. She doubted he would recognize her now, or ever know how much he had motivated her to stay thin, regardless of the curves on her body. He had been amazingly supportive during her painfully awkward puberty and now, when she had all the money a girl could want, beauty, grace, strength and more, she found herself wanting someone who knew her before.

Every guy she had dated had been after her money and her body, and she was damn tired of it. She sighed slipped into her purple one piece swimsuit and headed out to the pool. She recalled her last boyfriend who wanted her to dress like a slut and then berated her for getting eyeballed. She dove into the pool and wondered if she would ever find someone who wanted her for her.
 
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He wasn't sickly rich, but he had enough money to be considered rich. He enjoyed being a personal trainer, getting to get to know all the people he helped to keep in shape. There was one girl in particular he had came to know and like, but it had been at least five years since he last saw her.

It was his day off and he decided that a swim would be a relaxing way to enjoy the time. He pushed the pool, looking around for a moment. His deep blue eyes were coveredby a pair of sunglasses to keep the sun out of his eyes. His black hair was cut short for the summer, and his skin was a light brown from spending time in the sun. He paused for a moment as he noticed a young woman in the pool, but he didn't recongize her. He only wore a pair of navy blue swim shorts so his muscular body was shown off completely.

He draped his towel over a deck chair and then dove into the pool. He came up near the ladder and treaded water as he closed his eyes to enjoy the cool water.
 
I enjoyed the use of my body, swimming kept me in shape during the summer. During the winter I was lucky to have a membership at a fairly exclusive resort that had a heated pool. For now I was just luxurating in the feel of water against my skin as I sliced through it. I reach the far end of the pool and broke the surface taking a deep breath of air. It was nice to be away from the family and the pressure to marry, settle down and have a child. Just one and then to be the wife and mother for the rest of her life. It didn't matter if she wanted a whole passel of kids or none, her family was determined to mold her in their image. Not that she looked anything like her perfect mother, who was the image of a 50ish Barbie doll. She still had the grace and beauty, but had not needed to work at it as hard as Amelia had. She lifted herself out the pool slicking her long auburn locks back and was relieved that at least she had won the hair color argument. Her blue eyed blonde mother would never understand why her full figured dark haired hazel green brown eyed daughter refused to look like barbie.

She noticed the nice looking young man in the pool and she thought he looked familiar, but decided she was probably just fooling herself. She glanced back over her shoulder noticing the purple tattoo that graced her right shoulder and recalled how her parents had thrown a fit about that decision. It had been a graduation gift to herself and even now years later she still wore it with pride, no matter how many times her family offered to pay for it's removal.
 
He opened his eyes for a moment, glancing around the area. He was surprised that no one else was here except the young lady, with it being afternoon and all. He climbed out of the pool and stood for a moment looking at the woman. Something about her seemed familar, but he couldn't place what it was. She didn't look like anyone he had recently met, so he couldn't figure out why he had a nagging feeling about her.
 
Amelia

She was glad that the pool was fairly desserted despite it being a beautiful summer day. She headed back to the diving board and recalled the hours of swimming lessons, diving instruction, among a zillion other things she had coaxed her father into paying for, she could play half a dozen instruments and her art instruction had flourished. Right now all she could think about was the summer after graduation, when she had finally dropped the last pesky pounds of baby fat and her body had finally taken shape. She had hated her gymnastics with a passion, and enjoyed her personal trainers workouts with a passion as well. She wondered what he was doing, surely he had made enough money by now to have bought his own gym or some such thing. She almost felt guilty that she didn't know more about him. She had been focused on burning off the sinful dessert she had coaxed the cook into making that she hadn't really asked about him. It was probably part of the school girl sillyness as she had prattled on about herself.

Maybe that was why she had enjoyed the time with him then, he had seemed genuinely interested in what she wanted and not just what her parents wanted him to do. She dove cleanly into the water and wondered if she could/should look him up again. After all he had been the man in most of her fantasies even through college.
 
Marc

He laid back in the deck chair, his hands behind his head. His eyes watched the woman as she dove, enjoying her wonderful form. The image of the young lady he had trained five years before came to mind for some reason. He had enjoyed guiding the young girl through her puberty, making sure she got most if not all his attention. He was sure that she had grown up to be beaufitul, probably getting her near-sightness corrected with surgery. His mind wandered through those earlier years, the name of her suddenly popping from his mouth.

"I believe her name was Amelia. Yes, that was it. Amelia Goldsten."
 
Amelia

She had just emerged from the water when she head her name spoken and turned to the man she had seen earlier. Her eyes went wide as she realized who it was, she felt like it was kismet as she swam to the edge and pulled herself out of the pool. She flung her hair back and tried to stop the erratic beating of her heart as she licked her lips nervously as she got close enough to speak to him. "Marc?"
 
Marc

He blinked for a moment beneath his sunglasses as the woman spoke his name. He pulled his right hand from behind his head and pulled his shades down to the tip of his nose to look at her.

"Um, yes, that's me. Do I know you?"
 
Amelia

She almost laughed, he didn't recognize her, then again there were times when she didn't recognize herself. Especially when she looked back at her high school yearbook.

"It's me, Amelia Goldstein, you helped me out a lot during those painful high school years." I held out my hand feeling awkward now, trying to put on the face of grace and confidence to cover.
 
Marc

He grinned for a moment as he sat up, his hand taking hers gently.

"Oh yes, I remember you very well Amelia. You blossomed into quite a beautiful woman. I was just thinking about you and was hoping I would be able to meet you once again. Wishes do come true."

He smiled softly to her and then shifted on the deck chair to give her room to sit beside him if she wanted to.
 
Amelia

He had been thinking about her? wishes coming true, if he only knew what she was wishing. She smiled politely and pulled up an adjoining deck chair, unable to allow herself to sit by him yet least she slip up and act like a school girl with a crush.

Which is exactly as she felt sitting next to him, as if she were still that very young girl and even though she was far more attractive and experienced now, she still recalled how his touch had sent warmth along her body and even the memory of him still made her warm.

"Really, I've thought about what you might be doing now. It's quite funny that our paths should cross again." She prayed that her nipples were not showing as she stretched out on her side to look at him, noticing that his body had only gotten better in the past five years.
 
Marc

He smiled for a moment as he looked her over for a moment as he pulled his shades off.

"Well, it is a small world Ameila. Perhaps it was only a matter of time that we would meet. Are you busy tonight? I would very much love to invite you to dinner so we can catch up on things. What do you think?"
 
Amelia

Dinner, practically a date, then again it was food. She debated between eating before hand and doing the tricky thing just picking at food and appearing delicate. She smiled, she could never be so fake, and she loved food, it had to be her Achilles heel.

"Well every girl has got to eat, dinner sounds delightful." Could she be any lamer she thought? She bite her lower lip as she imagined Having Him for dinner.
 
Marc

He smiled as she accepted his invitation.

"What time shall I pick you up and where shall I pick you up?"

He licked his lips for a moment as he looked her over once more. He smiled a little wider as he did notice her hard nipples beneath her bikini top.

"I look forward to spending time with you once more Amelia."
 
Amelia

"How about 7? I'm staying with my parents, after all a person could get lost in that house. I'm actually looking for a place to live, the servants are driving me batty." She felt oddly warm as his eyes scan over her. "What should I wear? Casual? or something more formal?" She asked as she stood up and grabbed her towel.
 
Marc

He smiled for a moment before he spoke.

"Something more formal. And I look forward to seeing you tonight at 7."

He grabbed his towel and then stood up. He paused for a moment and then leaned down, giving her a light kiss on her lips before pulling away slowly.
 
Her knees were like Jello as she stood there stunned for a moment. Once home she spent way too much time deciding what to wear. She finally pulled back her dark hair and picked out a simple form fitting sage green dress that had a sheer patterned fabric over it.

She slipped on a pair of comfortable heels and headed downstairs. She was breathless as she saw him waiting. She had been nervous from the second one of the many staff had announced his presence.

"Hi," she wondered where they were going as she greated him with a light kiss on the cheek. "It's great to see you again."
 
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