The Job Seeker

[Miltone]

OOC: Isn't it amusing how your life can take an unintended turn, and pleasantly so, when you least expect it? Sometimes it's just the result of throwing off your usual concerns and simply taking a chance, for often things are not what they appear to be. Please follow along as Original_Cyn2 and I tell this little story of sexual serendipity. Will Randi want to accept the job? Will Chazz be tempted to fool around with the hired help? Will Randi find a way to “inspire” Chazz to finish his latest novel? Hmm, so many questions …

Chazz Mitchell

“Oh, shit! God-damn! Motherfucker! Fuck it all!”

Chazz looked over toward the neighboring table where the cursing had come from. The voice had been husky sounding and female. Chazz expected to see a wizened old broad. Instead he saw a young woman, maybe early twenties slamming her cell phone down onto the table. She shook her head, her shoulder-length jet-black hair swirling about a pretty face. She took a healthy drink from her latte and fumbled with the papers in front of her, pulling up the folded up newspaper want ads and peering at them closely. She ran a hand through her thick hair brushing it back from her face so she could read. Chazz realized that he was staring and started to look away when she looked over at him, her light sky blue eyes catching him with a penetrating gaze.

“What?” she said loudly. “You got nose trouble or something?”

“Nothing,” Chazz said with a smirk. “Just kind of odd to hear a pretty young woman cussing like a truck driver this early in the morning.”

“You heard what I said?” she said, her glaring gaze softening a little as a light blush reddened her cheeks. “Sorry, I didn’t think I was that loud.”

“You were,” Chazz chuckled. “But … no big deal.”

He turned back to his table. Like many other mornings lately, Chazz had come to the California Café for a cappuccino and a look at the complimentary newspaper as a break from his work. Two months into his latest novel and he had only a handful of decent pages to show his agent. Not writer’s block exactly, but starting to look like it. In his mind, he knew the story on which he was working, he knew the characters and where he wanted to take them. He was just having a difficult time working up the motivation to pour out the words onto the page … er, computer screen.

He turned back to his newspaper and tried to read but caught himself glancing over at the young woman across from him. She was sitting cross-legged at her table, one hand holding a cell phone while the other held her newspaper. Her eyes brightened and she set her paper down and began to punch out a number on her cell phone. Chazz looked back to his own paper but couldn’t help listening to her side of her phone conversation. The girl’s voice became sweeter with just a slight flavor of sex.

“Hello, I’m calling about the job you advertised in the Journal … yes, uh-huh … okay, I’ll hold on …”

Chazz tried to remain inconspicuous as he watched the girl out of the corner of his eye. She uncrossed her legs. She was wearing a very, very tight pair of jeans that rode low on her hips and a soft pink t-shirt top that clung to her body and revealed a lovely band of tanned skin around her midsection. Her foot began to rock up and down anxiously. When she leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table, Chazz could see that she was sporting a nice pair of breasts, not too big, not too small, just a nice sweet pair, maybe a little more than a handful. Chazz smirked and looked back to his newspaper and sipped from his cappuccino.

“Okay, thanks,” the girl said into her phone, straightening up in her chair and running her hand through her black hair again. Why do people primp when they’re on the phone? Chazz asked himself and made a mental note for his book. It was easy to see that the girl had a very pretty face, pleasing bone structure, high rounded cheekbones, a wide spaced mouth, and beautiful brilliant white teeth that she showed off nicely when she smiled. “Hi, I’m calling about the job that’s in the Journal … Yes, uh-huh … Can you tell me just what kind of position it’s for? … Oh, I see … I understand … Do you have any other openings? … Well, can I leave my number or something? … Resume? Yes, I have a resume … To the address in the ad … Yeah … All right … Thank you for your time … Okay … Bye.”

“Shit!” the girl swore in a much lower toned voice than before, but the look on her face spoke loudly of her anger and frustration.

Chazz pretended to be reading his newspaper. There was an interesting article about a book about Iraq published by the US Military back in World War II that drew his attention. But from the corner of his eye he saw the girl glance over at him, kind of giving him the up and down and then she smiled and turned back to newspaper want ads. She let out a deep sigh and began to tap her toe to an imaginary beat. A few moments later, she looked back in Chazz’s direction and he looked up from his paper and their eyes met. They both sort of nodded in acknowledgement and smiled. She was a beautiful girl. Chazz figured that she would be able to get a job on just her looks alone.

“Job hunting?” he ventured.

“Yeah,” she said with another disgusted sigh. “I hate looking for a job.”

“What kind of position are you looking for?” he asked trying to sound as earnest as he felt.

“At this point, I’d settle for hotel maid,” she laughed. Chazz chuckled too. “But I probably wouldn’t get that cause I don’t have any experience.”

“What kind of experience do you have?”

“Office, clerical kind of things … secretary,” she said.

“Anything recent?”

“Yeah, but I just got fired yesterday,” she admitted sadly. “They said that I screwed up some computer files or something, but I know it was cause I wouldn’t fool around with the boss.”

“That sucks!” Chazz commiserated. The girl held her head up and smiled proudly. She had spirit and wasn’t going to take any shit from anybody. Chazz liked that quality.

“And there isn’t anything in here,” she said sadly, tapping her pen on the want ads. She sighed again and looked closely at Chazz. “Say, you wouldn’t know anybody who’s hiring would you?” she asked boldly.

“Hmm, let me think,” Chazz said, rubbing his chin and leaning back in his chair. He had a few friends who ran their own small companies but not a one of them had any openings of which he knew. “Not that I know of,” he said.

“Well, thanks,” she said dejectedly. “Figured it was worth a shot asking.”

Chazz glanced over at her, watching a sad look creep over her face as she turned back to the newspaper. Poor kid, getting fired over something like that. She looked so sweet and so sad. He wished there was something he could do to help her. Maybe she could come to work for me, he thought. I could use some help organizing my research and papers, and my publisher did give me a healthy advance, more than enough to cover the cost of a “personal assistant” for a few weeks at least.

“Say, now that I think about it, I do know someone who might be hiring,” Chazz said. The girl looked up quickly and eagerly.

“You do?”

“Yes, me,” he said. The girl tilted her head slightly to one side and leaned toward him.

“What kind of work?” she asked sounding pretty suspicious.

“I’m a writer and I need someone, sort of like a personal assistant, to help organize my papers and research while I work on my latest novel,” Chazz replied. “You see, I live alone and my place is kind of a mess.”

“You’re a writer? Cool!” she said, her outlook brightening. “What do you pay?”

“Pay? Let me think,” he said his mind scrambling to come up with an offer that might appeal to her. It had been a long, long time since he had to be concerned with wages and salaries. “Well, the last girl who worked for me was making about $750 a week,” he lied. He had never hired someone before and was used to living and working alone, but there was something about this girl that prompted him to make the offer on the spur of the moment.

“Really?” the girl replied, a hint of hesitation in her voice.

“That too little?” Chazz interjected.

“Too little?” the girl laughed. “That’s only like twice of what I was making at my last job.”

“Oh, so then you’re interested?” Chazz asked.

“At this point I’ll consider anything,” the girl replied. “You see, I’m losing my apartment at the end of the week and I really, really need a job to find another place.” She looked down as if ashamed. “It was my old boss’s apartment.”

“Well not to worry, I have a guest house over the garage where you can stay if things get tight,” Chazz offered.

“Thanks, I’ll think about it,” the girl said. “So what kind of novels do you write?”

“Erotic thrillers … you know, beautiful women … wealthy, big houses, fancy cars … threatened by vicious creeps or unfaithful husbands … saved by handsome cops or cute young pool boys … that sort of thing.”

“Just so you know,” the girl said warily. “I’m not the smartest girl, you know, like school and language and all that. I hated English class.”

“But you can read and write?” Chazz asked. Hell, I don’t know a thing about this girl but what has happened over the last half hour, but I’ve got a good feeling about her, he thought.

“Oh, yeah,” she giggled. It was a cute giggle, very young and girlish and innocent. “I can do that … I can do lots of things.”

“We’ll see about that,” Chazz said, unable to keep himself from thinking about all that her answer implied. “So do you want to have a look around and see if you are really interested?”

“Sure,” the girl said, gathering her stuff together. Chazz rose from his table and grabbed his cappuccino.

“By the way, I’m Chazz … Chazz Mitchell,” he said extending his hand formally.

“Oh, yeah,” the girl giggled, standing up and placing her hand in his. “I’m Randi … Randi Meadows.”

“Nice to meet you,” Chazz said. Randi’s hand was soft and light and warm, her long slender fingers capped by lovely manicured nails. “Very nice.” He led the way to the door and couldn’t resist checking her out as they walked toward his car. Luxurious jet-black hair, brilliant blue eyes, pretty face, gorgeous complexion, trim shapely body that was definitely to die for; from her head to her toes, Randi was perfect.

“Your name is familiar,” Randi said. “Would I have seen your books someplace?”

“Maybe if you’ve been in an airport bookstore lately,” Chazz said. The girl looked puzzled but squeezed off a polite little laugh. Sure, he had started out wanting to write the great American novel, but had discovered early on that the reading public loved cheap tawdry erotic thrillers, especially if they contained some hot illicit sex. After his first six potboilers sold out, he stopped worrying about artistic merit and started taking the checks that showed up each month straight to the bank.

“Where’s your car?” Randi asked, clutching her newspaper and folders with her resumes tight to her firm breasts.

“Over there,” Chazz said, gesturing toward the dark green coupe sparkling in the late morning sunshine. “The Bentley. It’s new.”

“Wow!” Randi exclaimed. “You must be a really good writer.”

“Not good, hon, just successful,” Chazz laughed, as he opened the door and watched as Randi slipped inside. He grinned as she tucked her long legs safely inside. What had started out as a really crappy day for both of them had suddenly taken a bright turn. Even the sun had burned away the fog and was now shining brightly.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

*friendly bump*

What a wonderful story idea!

As all your stories are Miltone ...

*huggs*

Mari x

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

Her day had started out badly, just a continuation of the previous day, probably the worst day in her young life. She’d gone to work yesterday morning an hour early, at six, bright eyed and cheerful as always, looking forward to the challenges ahead of her. What she hadn’t figured into the equation was her boss, stretched out on the leather couch in his office. His quiet, demanding voice had startled the wits out of her, leaving her ill-prepared for the picture that greeted her eyes as she’d walked into his office.

Admittedly, he was a handsome man, tall dark and handsome, to put a point on it. But the point that occupied his hands at that moment was something entirely different. Sprawled out on the rich leather, his pants unzipped, silk boxers pushed below the throbbing, jutting erection that his hands had been stroking, he had arrogantly anticipated her reaction. Surprisingly, the organ that was gripped beneath those large, strong hands was much smaller than she would have expected…had she ever expected this scene at all.

‘There goes my belief about large hands….out the window just like Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy,’ the thought had wandered through her mind even as she’d stopped, dead still, in the doorway, before beating a hasty retreat back to her office. Nothing had been said between them as the morning progressed, but she’d been unsurprised when the head of human resources had quietly but firmly lead her to his office and fired her.

She’d found herself in the café this morning, blowing money she could ill afford on a cappuccino, making unsuccessful calls to just about anything and everything in the help wanted section that she’d spread on the table in front of her. The man’s untimely interruption, between calls and between bouts of ill-mannered profanity had made her blush, with embarrassment and irritation.

‘Who knew?’ she mused wryly, her eyes focusing on the interesting profile of the man that slid in next to her. Tall and blonde, he had an amazingly tanned, fit body. Her gaze returned to her enthusiastic perusal of the huge car’s lush interior. Even if she didn’t quite trust the sudden offer of a job, it’s not like she had anything better to do. For once, she decides, she’s going to throw things to the wind and follow someone else’s lead for a change…

 

[Miltone]

Chazz Mitchell

OOC: Thank you DM for your lovely and kind words! I hope that you and the other wonderful readers enjoy our little tale.

IC: The girl, Randi, remained mostly quiet as Chazz began the short drive to his little place in the Hills, as he always referred to it. Was she nervous, scared a bit perhaps, he thought as he watched her fidget in the seat beside him? She looked small in the plush tan leather seat beside him, her newspaper and folders sitting on her lap. He grinned when she ran her nicely manicured fingers over the burled walnut dashboard and side panels. Odd, Chazz thought, that a girl who is so desperate for a job would appear to be so well cared for. In fact the closer he looked her over, the more things didn’t fit. Expensive stylish designer clothes, a perfect dazzling smile, almost a pampered look about her. Must be a good story in that explanation, he chuckled to himself.

“Nice car,” she said appreciatively, her long slender fingers exploring the supple leather seat.

“Thanks,” Chazz answered. “I just got it last week … hardly broken in yet.” The 6 liter twin turbo Bentley V12 whirred almost silently as they eased through traffic. Chazz had gotten to the point in his life where fine cars held a real meaning for him. He had rattled around in used imports and tinny domestic cars long enough. Just like the house he had built for himself up in the Hills, he had definitely developed a taste for the better things in life, and his Bentley Continental GT was just one more example.

He noticed as Randi looked out the window as the road began to wind back and forth as they slowly climbed the Hills. The houses were becoming larger and set farther from the road, many of them now with hedges and stone walls that afforded more privacy. She looked over at him, her light blue eyes large as saucers.

“You live up here?” she asked.

“Almost at the top,” Chazz remarked. “There’s only one lot that’s higher, but it’s to steep and rocky to build upon.”

“Wow,” she cooed. “I’m impressed.”

“I’m not trying to impress, really,” Chazz replied. “Let’s wait and see what you think when you get a look at the house. It’s just a modest little place.” He slowed the Bentley and turned to pull into a drive where the wrought iron gates were opening. Randi was all eyes as they pulled up the long sweeping drive toward the house, a long low prairie style with many modern mission architectural elements. Chazz pulled to a stop by the front and climbed out of the Bentley coupe.

“Modest you say?” Randi remarked, looking all around as she slipped from the car. The scent from the tall cedar trees lining the drive carried well on the breeze. “This is beautiful!”

Chazz led the way inside with Randi following close behind. The floor plan was open and the entire rear of the house was almost all windows, each one with a view of the hills below and the ocean in the distance. He felt a little embarrassed by the clutter lying around. There were piles of books and papers scattered everywhere. There were a few carry out boxes in and around the kitchen. At least there weren’t any dirty under-shorts lying about, Chazz thought. I am picky about some things.

“Sorry for the mess,” Chazz said apologetically. “I uh, wasn’t exactly expecting company.”

“I looooove this view,” Randi remarked as she went straight through the great room and toward the wall of windows. “You must feel like you’re on top of the world.”

“Well, not exactly,” Chazz answered moving up beside her. “But sometimes I guess I do.” From where they stood at the windows, the pool and spa could be seen just below, and the tennis court off to the left. Along the perimeter were colorful flowering shrubs and rose bushes. “That building over there to the right is the garage. The little terrace there is for the guest apartment.”

“Really?” Randi said. “Is the view like this?”

“Almost,” Chazz replied. “You want to go see it?”

“Oh, yeah! Randi replied enthusiastically.

On the way out, Chazz held up to give her a quick tour of his office, equipped with computers and printers and other techie gizmos. There were piles of manuscripts and printed pages scattered all over. Along one wall ran a series of bookcases, all crammed full of books.

“This is where it all happens. I like to get up early, go for a swim, eat something, then work for a while,” Chazz explained. “I do my best work in the morning, although sometimes my best ideas come at night.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Randi replied.

“As you can see I have a lot of stuff,” Chazz admitted. “I know where everything is, it’s just that I need some help getting it all organized. Like this pile is all stuff from my last book, manuscripts, correspondence, notices, all that bullshit. And this pile over here on the desk is for the book I’m working on now.”

“Short pile compared to the others,” Randi remarked.

“Well, I’ve just started it,” Chazz answered. “Besides, I’m not the world’s greatest typist and it takes me forever to get something off to my agent or publisher, and they’ve been hounding me for a week now. Can you type?”

“I’m an okay typist,” she answered.

“That’s cool,” Chazz said. “Now why don’t we go out this way,” he said moving toward a side door. He escorted Randi out through the door wall and down along the walkway that led to the garage. There seemed to be little that she was missing as her beautiful eyes swept over the landscaped grounds. He opened a door in the side of the garage and let her inside. There were six stalls inside, two were empty. The others were filled with a red Jag XKE, a silver Jag sedan, a little blue Triumph, and a dark blue Rolls limousine. When he noticed Randi taking inventory, Chazz smiled. “I have a thing for British cars as you can see.”

“Could do worse,” Randi replied. “Lots worse.”

“The apartment is up here,” Chazz said indicating the stairway beside one of the empty stalls. “This would be for your car … um, that is if you take the job and decide to move in.”

“We’ll see about that,” she answered.

The guest quarters were built on the same scale as the main house with lots of natural stone and wood and glass. Some color and style coordinated furnishings were set around. Randi looked through the place carefully, noting the large bath with its own whirlpool tub and shower, a comfortable sitting room with a fireplace, and the nice bedroom, complete with a large walk-in closet. She immediately went to the door wall and opened it up. Stepping out onto the veranda she gazed out over the pool and hills and off toward the ocean.

“This is really beautiful,” she said in a soft voice as Chazz moved up beside her.

“This gets some real nice sun in the morning,” Chazz commented. “Is kind of cool and shaded in the afternoon.”

“I love it!” Randi said enthusiastically.

“So you’ll take the job?” Chazz asked.

“I need to know more about it,” she replied. “I mean, I told you that English was not my best subject and I don’t know anything about the Huey Dewey Decimal system.”

“I’m not looking for a librarian,” Chazz remarked. “Believe me, not after the last girl I had working for me.”

“Then what are you looking for?” she asked, turning toward him and looking up with her light blue eyes sparkling.

“Someone who is smart and organized and willing to work with me on this book, you know, type stuff from my manuscripts into the computer, sweet talk my agent and keep him off my back.” Chazz watched her reaction as he spoke. She didn’t flinch or look discouraged in fact quite the opposite.

“I can do all that,” she answered. “But I’ll tell you now, I’m not a hotel maid … I don’t clean houses … I don’t cook … I don’t garden … I don’t do windows …”

“Damn! And with all these windows I was hoping you would,” Chazz teased.

“What about the hours?” Randi asked.

“I’m thinking 9 to 5, 10 to 6, that sort of thing.”

“And the pay?”

“$750 a week … in cash … paid on Friday.”

“Any benefits?”

“Look around you,” Chazz replied.

Randi looked at him closely, her bright eyes trained on his face. “This is a real job, right? You’re not just like offering this to lure me up here for some kind of creepy weird game are you?”

“Of course not,” Chazz answered, not too surprised by her question. There were a lot of creeps in the world and he didn’t blame her for being wary. “A legitimate job for a fair wage. And no fooling around. I am a gentleman if nothing else.”

Randi smiled. “Oh, and I was sort of hoping,” she grinned and reached up to pat his cheek.

“So what do you say?” Chazz asked. He was already looking forward to having her around. It had been a long time since he had regular company here and knew that someone like her just might be what he needed to get his work off bottom dead center. “Will you take the job?”

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

Serendipity was something Randi was familiar with, a little muse that had ridden her shoulder since birth. But serendipity on this level was surreal.

She’d wandered through Chazz’s house in awe, not at the size or financial status it portrayed – she’d grown up with all of those – but at the spiritual feel it manifested. She’d communed with the graceful flow of the house and reveled in the serenity that seemed to embrace it. The magnificent view stole her breath away, while the house’s position on the hillside gave it a sense of seclusion and privacy. The natural materials, vaulted ceilings and surfeit of windows spoke to her spirit and appealed to her soul.

‘It fits him,’ she mused to herself, ‘along with the air of quiet disarray that gives a homey, comfortable feeling.’ Their trek through his office hadn’t surprised her in the least, reflecting a sense of motion and movement, of activity beneath still waters. She was amused with her own response, however; an itchy, hands-on need to make order of organized chaos. She was actually quite proficient in the office, detail oriented, persuasive with intractable, persistent personalities; she was an organizer at heart.

The array of British toys in the garage amused her and she’d hastily hidden the impish grin that teased the corners of her lips, replacing it with a suitably impressed, wide eyed smile of appreciation. Boys and their toys... Her own little Lexus SC would look like the poor stepchild among this collection. It would also bring up questions she was unprepared to answer, she reminded herself.

The guest quarters were an eerie reflection of the kind of retreat Randi had always dreamed of owning. She’d wandered through it in a bit of a daze, her imagination arranging her own furniture throughout and appreciating the absolute fit they’d make in that setting. They’d gone through the bedroom, large and airy, the majestic view of the hills and the ocean dazzling the eye. She'd trembled with the sheer perfection of the setting while her imagination had run amok, envisioning her bedroom furnishings highlighted by the subtle beauty of the room.

She’d been unaware of the depth of her musing until some quality in the silence between them brought her eyes back to the vivid green gaze of the man in front of her. He watched her, calmly, intently with a small inquisitive smile; she’d felt herself blush, glancing hastily away and they’d resumed the tour.

It was a lovely place, too good to be true, really, but her intuition told her otherwise. ‘I like this stranger…and stranger yet, I trust him.’ Standing on the veranda, the thought invaded her mind as she watched a gentle breeze stir the blond hair at the nape of his neck.

Assessing the man in front of her, Randi admired the calm serenity of his body language, the intelligence, honesty and humor that shone from his vivid green eyes, the inquisitive sensitive features. He was one of that rare breed, confident in himself, content with who he was and where he was going, comfortable in his own skin.

She thought about her own circumstances and wondered how he’d react if he knew who she really was. She hadn’t missed his glance in the car, the one that had taken in her manicured nails and the quiet air of poise and self-confidence that she couldn’t, and wouldn’t, tone down. She’d watched his eyes sharpen as he’d looked more closely at her, resisting the impulse to shy away from the curious gleam in his eyes.

She’d come to California – fled, really – to put as many miles between her and her east coast family as she could. It wasn’t that she disliked them; the relationship between Randi and her family was a loving one, albeit complicated, distant and removed.

‘She was,’ Randi mused wryly, ‘misunderstood. And sick to death of trying to justify her inclinations.’ The final straw between Randi and her father had happened four years ago, when he’d had to bail her out of jail from a bondage party gone awry. It had been a poor choice on her part, a fact she’d admitted readily, but she hadn’t known there’d been drugs at the party…she certainly didn’t use them and she knew without hesitation that her father knew that too.

But she’d been unable to explain – in an intensely awkward and embarrassing discussion for both of them – her unmitigated hunger for the BDSM scene. Looking at the powerful, demanding man behind the desk, she’d found it ironic that he couldn’t grasp her weakness for strong, dominant, decisive men…and women, too, although she’d had the common sense not to bring that into the discussion. When he’d demanded that she see a psychologist for her “aberrant” behavior and promise him, then and there, that she would cease and desist from further participation, she’d packed her things and moved west.

Over the last four years she’d come to realize that the dichotomy of her behavior; the eager willingness that was a hunger and a need to sublimate herself to the will and whims of a dominant personality, verses the self-confident, intelligent and highly independent young woman the world saw in front of it was too much for many people to grasp. Human nature had a natural predisposition to fear or want to “fix” things not understood and she’d learned to keep her forays into the magical world of TPE a quiet, discreet adventure, far far away from her professional life. She wondered how easy that would be in close proximity like this and shook her head. As perfect as it seemed, she would have to find another answer. Besides, what would her family think, her moving in with a perfect stranger…a male stranger, at that?

The startlingly loud chirp of her cell phone cut into her reverie. In response and with an apologetic look at the man beside her she answered the call without taking in the identity of the caller.

“This is Randi,” the crisp, professional voice seemed to take Chazz by surprise.

“Really Cynthia. Why you persist in using that vulgar euphemism is beyond me.” The clipped, eastern syllables take Randi back in time, the eerie coincidence of the call on top of her previous thought not lost to her.

“Hello Oma,” even as she says it she gives a little mental groan, knowing her Grandmother prefers the more formal “Grandmother” to the affectionate "Oma".

“I’m well aware of your opinion on that subject, Grandmother, and respect it fully.” It would sure be nice if you’d do the same…the thought of course, goes unsaid, the slow burn of rebellion lighting in her demeanor.

She’d changed her name when she’d settled in California, her family name far to recognizable. Over the last two generations her family had made an art out of charitable works, their philanthropy encompassing the international sphere by her generation.

Unfortunately the morning of her court appearance to change her legal name she’d wound up arguing with her father on the phone. His description of her flight to California as a “randy plateau of ignominy” had backfired…for both of them. In a fit of pique she’d chosen Randi Meadows as her alias and was far too stubborn to change it now.

“Your parents, Cynthia, are having their forty-ninth anniversary in two weeks…as I’m quite sure you know and have written in your calendar.” She feels her cheeks heat up with guilt and dismay. In truth, she hadn’t remembered the date or the event.

“I’m sorry Grandmother, but things are a little hectic right now. I’ve just taken a new job and I’m in the middle of a move. Give my regards to mother and father please, Oma and let them know I’ll call them later this week. I really have to go. I love you.”

Her blue eyes lift to meet his, the warmth of her blush increasing with embarrassment as she reads the look on his face. The amusement and open comprehension of her instant childish and reflexive reaction is fully apparent.

“When would you like me to start?” her voice, soft, subtle, subdued, queries him.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz Mitchell

“Start? When to start? Well, what time is it now?” Chazz asked, first looking at the invisible wristwatch on his bare wrist and then fumbling for his cell phone to check the time, smirking all the way. Randi smiled and kept her eyes on his the entire time.

“Eleven-forty-nine,” she said.

For a moment Chazz caught himself looking back into her eyes, liking very much what he saw. There was youth and energy and a certain sexual attraction that almost went without mention. But there was something else, something that he couldn’t quite rest a finger upon, something that drew him toward her and definitely made him want to find out just what it was.

“So … how about now?” he said with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Deal,” Randi replied, extending her hand formally but in a most feminine fashion.

“Deal,” Chazz answered.

The rest of the day was a blur. They drove back to the valley so that she could get her car and arrange to have her things moved up, which ended up a surprising full truck load. But while she was busy doing that, Chazz drove back home and went straight to his office and began to write. First he opened up the current text file for his novel on his computer and did a quick search and replace. With a touch of a finger “tall” and “blonde” quickly became “petite” and “raven-haired.” With each Control-H command the heroine of his new novel morphed from the usual lanky California girl to someone new, someone certainly more interesting and exciting.

Satisfied that the replacements fit, Chazz then moved over to his writing table, took up his yellow legal pad and instantly began to write more. A character study. Dialog and action and interaction. A revised plot outline. The ideas were flowing like a fast moving stream and he spent the next hour or two lost in a flurry of thoughts popping in his brain and words pouring through his handwriting to keep up. Yes, this is good, he said to himself. Just what I needed to light the fire …

* * * * * *

It was Monday, a week and a half later. Chazz had risen early as was his usual routine, done some limbering calisthenics then trotted down for a few hot laps in the pool. Thoroughly invigorated, he went up to his office and began to write as he had for … had for a … for a week. He paused and looked around him. The piles of papers had been filed away under a system that Randi suggested that he found embarrassingly logical compared to his familiar “pile” method. The loose books were placed back on the shelves in order, the two of them having spent the better part of a day together teaching and learning the Dewey Decimal System.

At first Chazz wasn’t sure that Randi was into this part of the job, but as he explained the layout and the logic, she took to it quickly. He had to confess that he sat at his desk more than once watching her move about the room, taking down books and reorganizing them and setting them up into place. She was so quick to follow his lead, take his direction. And he liked it. What he was asking wasn’t out of order. It wasn’t some petty selfish game, it was what the job entailed, no more no less. Not like with his ex-wife who suspected at his every suggestion as some sort of egotistical, power-grubbing, self-seeking motive. But that was a completely different story.

Randi had only a few problems transcribing his manuscripts into the computer file. His writing wasn’t always the best and his notes and jumps and references were in his own quirky shorthand and she often had to stop and ask him for an explanation. There was a point last Friday when he stood beside her, one hand on the back of her chair, the other hand resting on the desk in front of her while she pointed out a series of phrases that she didn’t understand. She smelled so fresh and sweet and he certainly couldn’t resist letting his eyes trace the contours of her firm breasts as they disappeared down the scoop neck of her top. And when she looked up at him with those eyes of hers, he had to stifle a groan.

Now, swigging down his last swallow of water, Chazz got up from his desk and went to the small fridge to get a fresh bottle. He had weaned himself from the habit of coffee in the morning and had never regretted the change. He went to the window and looked out at the ocean. It was calm and serene today and the sun shone brightly on the light surf. A flicker of motion to the side caught his eye. He glanced down toward the guesthouse. Randi had stepped out through at the door onto her veranda and sauntered out into the warm morning sunshine, her feline movement bringing a sly grin to Chazz’s face. She was dressed in a gauzy white hooded cover-up, something worn perhaps to and from the beach.

He watched as she moved sleekly toward the chaise lounge and set some things onto the table beside it. Then she stepped over to the railing, leaned forward as if taking a deep breath and let her head fall backward, eyes closed, dark hair trailing just below her shoulders. At first, Chazz felt strange watching her, almost like he was eavesdropping on a personal intimate moment. But he was also very caught up in the moment and couldn’t peel his eyes away from her.

Her hands went to her hair, her thick luxurious hair, pulling it back from her face, holding it at the back of her head, then looping some kind of band around to secure it. Good god, she is beautiful! Chazz thought, an impression that had been recurring to him every day that he had seen her. After swinging her head back and forth a couple times, she moved back to the chaise and stood with her back towards him. A few seconds later her shoulders shrugged and the cover-up slipped down from her shoulders and off. Chazz looked and then looked again. Randi was stark naked in the morning sun. She draped the cover-up over the back of the chaise and reclined on the plush cushion. He couldn’t help but strain his eyes as they took in the trim supple shape of her body.

Oh my god! She is absolutely gorgeous! Chazz thought. He could see her form clearly, her firm natural breasts with small dark nipples that seemed to point upward, a perfect all over tan, incredible skin, shaved little pussy … he knew he should look away, but couldn’t take his eyes away from her sumptuous beauty. She picked up a blue bottle and began to spray something over her body. Sunscreen perhaps? Her other hand lightly massaged the mist into her body, her long fingers following each curve and contour, especially those of her breasts, her fingertips lingering as they worked the lotion into her now erect nipples.

Chazz finally took a breath. He felt weird in a way, like a peeping Tom or something. Here was his new assistant, waking up, enjoying some beautiful early morning sunshine. But he couldn’t take his eyes away. It’s not like he planned this or was skulking around peeking through her blinds at night. He hadn’t seen her like this before and the response of his body startled him; his cock was throbbing with excitement. Everywhere she sprayed the sunscreen and followed along with her hand, he wanted to explore … with his hand, his mouth, his surging manhood. Her breasts and belly, her shapely thighs and calves … even her feet were delicate and sensuous. And then she leaned back, eyes closed, a perfect innocent in the warm morning sunlight. Why am I shaking? he asked himself. She’s only sunbathing … I even told her that the sun was good in the morning, for Pete’s sake!

Chazz struggled but forced himself to look away. For Christ’s sake! She’s my employee, my secretary, my personal assistant! But no matter what thoughts he came up with, there was no disputing his physical response, and he allowed himself one more long lingering loving look before he went back to work. My god, she is beautiful! The stuff that dreams are made of! Dreams … wet dreams, of course! Chazz laughed at himself and stepped back from the windows.

Seated back at his desk, he took up his pencil and began to write. It was a scene for the novel, something he had been agonizing over. He needed a scene where his besieged heroine, abused and rejected by her philandering husband, was about to reveal her innermost feelings to her rescuer, a jaded, tough, and embittered cop who had little time for feelings and emotions. He tries to resist her, but after all he is a man and he responds. The scene flew from his mind to the page, prompting several sharpenings of the pencil.

In the midst of writing, Chazz went again to the window and looked out. Randi was still on the veranda but had flattened the chaise and was lying on her tummy, the smooth rounded curves of her ass glistening in the morning light. His cock twinged again, harder this time, jutting up beneath his baggy shorts, almost painful in its hardness. He grasped it and rearranged himself for comfort but couldn’t dismiss the throbbing sensation as he held himself.

When he returned to his writing desk and his writing tablet, there was no trouble writing the rest of the scene, and he quickly had his characters in bed making the most incredible love, and doing everything he could easily envision doing with Randi. In his mind, Chazz could see the fireworks, he could hear the explosions of lust and desire, and he wrote like a man possessed.

He wasn’t sure exactly but it must have been an hour or more later when Randi knocked on the door and entered, dressed in a snug little purple strappy top and a short little denim skirt. Her skin had a rosy glow from her stint in the morning sun. Chazz glanced up at her and could instantly see her naked beneath her clothes. He must have been staring because she gave him a weird look.

“What?” she said. “You got nose trouble?”

Chazz laughed. He remembered when she had said the same thing the first day they had met. As she stood before him, hands on hips, a pseudo tough ass expression on her face, he couldn’t help but laugh. She had that effect on him. She made him laugh, she made him happy, and she made him think about things that he had long kept stifled.

“No, just that you … um, kind of look different this morning … kind of warm and rosy,” Chazz said.

“Well I did lay out for a while this morning,” she said closing her eyes and breathing deep. “It felt soooo good!”

“Then it must show,” Chazz grinned.

“So do you have some new pages for me?” she asked, her eyes popping open again as she approached him, her light blues twinkling.

“As a matter of fact I do,” he said handing her the pad he had been working on earlier. “And I’m almost done with a new scene. It should go at the end of Chapter 6.”

Randi sat at the computer desk and looked over the manuscript pages. “So are these two ever going to make the nasty?” she asked, her mouth curling into a sweet grin.

“As a matter of fact that’s what I’m working on right now,” Chazz said proudly.

“Really? Can I see it?” she asked with a curious gleam in her eyes.

“When I’m through, honey,” Chazz answered and then turned back to his work. His mind quickly returned to the sweaty lovers entwined on the satins sheets of her Holmby Hills mansion. They were about to climax and there was plenty of sheet grabbing and surging and thrusting and cries of passion. It wasn’t until he had finished and reread the last few lines that he looked up and saw Randi looking at him.

“You’re really getting into that, aren’t you?” she asked, her eyes looking him up and down.

“What do you mean?” Chazz said defensively.

“Well, um, you … kind of look like you’re … uh, sort of getting turned on by it,” Randi said softly. Chazz was puzzled. “Face flushed, pulse throbbing, and you’re sporting some serious wood there, if you know what I mean.” Her eyes looked directly at his crotch and Chazz realized that his incredible hard-on was very apparent.

“Oh, gee, sorry,” Chazz said, embarrassed by the display. He turned in his chair and reset his legs to try and hide his erection. “Didn’t mean anything …”

“Oh that’s all right,” Randi said with a chuckle. She definitely seemed to enjoy his predicament. “I think big hard cocks are beautiful. At least you’re working with a lot more than my old boss, believe me.”

Chazz glanced back at her as Randi began to type on the keyboard. Her face was flushed too, but probably from her sunbathing. From where she sat across from him, he could easily see the outline of her perky nipples jutting through the thin fabric of her top. He could also see that her legs were parted just enough so that the dark patch of her panties was visible.

“And if you don’t mind my saying so,” Chazz said. “Black is my favorite color.” She looked up with a question mark in her expression. Chazz nodded toward her, his finger pointing toward the split of her legs …

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

It’s true her decision had been hasty but she hadn’t regretted it for a minute. She stepped out onto the veranda, stretching her arms out worshipping the view. The soft brilliance of the morning sun felt like a lover’s caress on her face and arms, the light briny scent of the ocean stroking her senses. Randi tilted her head backward, the sheen of her dark hair a waterfall of silk over her shoulders, basking in the moment before she turned toward the chaise. As she turned, she caught the impression of a face behind the glass in the office of Chazz’s place and smiled to herself, resisting the urge to turn back for a second peek.

She imagined her intriguing boss at the window, his stance, the set of his head, the gleam in his eyes and it pleased her…immensely. It wasn’t the first time her imagination had run wild in that direction as much as she tried to control it and the knowledge added sensuality to her movements as she dropped the sheer wrap over the back of her chair. Turning toward the window she posed, nude and deliciously aware of him before sinking into the chaise.

The titillation of the moment rocked through her and she kept her gaze carefully away from his window, enjoying the game. Her eyes fell on the oil spray she’d dropped on the table on her way out here and the little imp inside whispered naughty thoughts, teasing her imagination. Picking it up she sprayed it over her golden skin and followed it with her hands, caressing it over her shins, her knees, delicate fingers stroking the lithe flesh of her thighs in erotic mimicry, stroking her supple curves and hollows, wondering if he still watched.

When her hands rode up over the gentle curves of her hips and the flat smooth skin of her belly she hesitated, embarrassed by the degree of heat her little game aroused inside, feeling the taunt of desire welling between her thighs. Somehow, she could feel his stare, knew he was still there watching and her hands cupped the full swell of each breast, kneading lightly, hearing the soft pants as they echoed from her parted lips, the heat in her belly rising in slow waves to encompass the stroke of her hands. The soft slide of oiled fingers over her nipples brought her hunger to a new crest, soft whimpers cascading from her with each gentle circle.

What she really wanted was to pinch them, tug at them with one hand while she slid the other to stroke to the aching, swelling button between her thighs. With a soft sigh she decided the game had gone far enough. She stood, dropped the chair to its prone position, splayed her knees wide at the foot of the chair and with a wanton, hungry little crawl, positioned herself belly down in the chaise.

Forty-five minutes later she padded back into the house, showering and dressing quickly, her pulse speeding at the thought of seeing Chazz in the office. She’d continue the game, pretending not to have seen him in the window, she decided as she descended through the garage into the main house.

Randi looked around the office as she entered with pride. She felt as if she belonged here now, their system working like a charm, a sense of busy organized productivity flowing throughout. She glanced at him, his expression jolting her with its intimate perusal. It wasn’t the soft ache between her legs that made her serene expression slip, but the immediate, nearly painful hardening of her nipples through the thin material of her top.

“You have nose trouble?” her attitude a little defiant, a little mischievous, as she tried to hide her response. She loved the husky laughter that shook him, just like the first time she’d said it, knowing he understood her pose for what it was, a façade.

“…different this morning…kind of warm and rosy,” his words teased her. Her own rush of response, leaving the soft scrap of silk between her thighs wet and clinging, made a double entendre of warm and rosy. “Then it must show,” his words mock her and he doesn’t even realize it…

She wouldn’t doubt it showed.

She turned the topic to work, eager to read the latest pages of his novel. His writing was creative and exquisitely sensual, the novel’s plot and characters had fueled her daydreams, and wet dreams, all week and they hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet…but they were close. Silently she groaned at the pun, dragging her thoughts away from the direction they seemed destined to go.

“You’re really getting into that, aren’t you?” she was flustered with herself when she asked the question, not really thinking about how it would sound out loud. His defensive reaction shook her for a moment and she lowered her eyes, her posture softening in remorse, her tone, low, subtle, soothing as she answered him back. It was an awkward moment between them before her joke about her old boss cleared the air.

She busied herself with work as quickly as she could, clearly being unable to trust her tongue. His presence, so near, continued to distract, her fingers typing while her thoughts roamed freely over the image, burned into her imagination, of his cock, hard, throbbing, pressed against the lightweight fabric of his shorts. How that would feel beneath her fingers…against her tongue…plunged deep within her…

“Black is my favorite color,” she blinked at him, a flush of color on her cheeks, having no idea what he was talking about. His shorts were black…her eyes darted in that direction bringing a deeper flush to her cheeks…did he know what she’d been thinking about? She watched his hand rise, the long, artistic fingers pointing between her legs and she blinked at him.

A slow smile crept to her lips as understanding clarified in her head, the mischievous imp once more perched on her shoulder, whispering in her ear.

“Oh my,” her voice dropped a register, a deep sultry growl. “Have you seen the new lingerie commercials? For the material that begins white and turn progressively darker the wetter it gets? Those panties were white when I put them on this morning…”

 

[Miltone]

Chazz Mitchell

“Shall I get you a towel?” Chazz responded quickly. “For your personal comfort and safety, that is. As your employer, I am responsible for your safety and for maintaining comfortable surroundings.”

“Safety?” Randi asked with a sly grin.

“Yes, of course,” Chazz teased. “I wouldn’t want to have you slip out of your chair and hurt yourself.”

She grinned and went back to her typing while Chazz finished off the last lines of the passage he was scribbling down. Okay, that wasn’t my best line, but give me a minute and I’ll think of one, he thought. But as he wrote he also looked over at her and had other thoughts. He had never heard of such lingerie and perhaps that was just a joke, but what was she really telling him? Was her sex really that warm and wet? Her light blue eyes were concentrating on the manuscript pages in front of her and darted occasionally to the computer screen. But her body language was telling him something else completely.

Chazz had always prided himself on being able to watch people and pick up cues about their behavior and personality by the way they talked and moved. To this point Randi been something of an enigma. She seemed desperate to find a job, yet she looked like a nicely pampered beauty; she could speak bluntly and curse like a truck driver, yet there was a patina of refinement in her voice that spoke of something East Coast and cultured, like Brown University or Bryn Mawr; there was a fresh innocence to her looks, yet something dark seemed to be lurking deep inside her; and now she appeared to be concentrating intently on typing up his manuscript, but Chazz could sense something was stirring beneath that professional pretense, something warm and exciting and sensual. Was she really as turned on as he was? Did her body vibrate with the same tingling tantalizing sensation that was flowing through his?

Randi’s knees remained separated, perhaps even angled farther apart than earlier, and her denim skirt appeared to be riding higher on her thighs. As Chazz wrote, he could sense that the character he was creating in his book was becoming more like her, full of intriguing mystery and stirring contradictions, alluring and defiant, strong and sexual, smart and beautiful.

He looked back down at his manuscript and re-read the last few lines of the sex scene he was writing. His literary lovers had quite successfully climaxed and were now lying together sweaty and spent, their fingers caressing each other’s warm trembling body. He always liked ending such scenes with witty and amusing taglines, sweet compliments that had a double meaning or perhaps foretold of an event to come. When the lines came to him, he dashed them down quickly. Chazz re-read them and smiled. He couldn’t wait to begin the next sequence. He rose from his writing table and carried the pad over to the computer desk.

“Here’s that scene I was telling you about that finishes off Chapter 6,” he said tucking the pad underneath the one she was presently working from.

“Okay,” Randi said. “And good thing that you’re here.”

“What’s that?” he asked.

“I have a question,” she said, her long slender finger pointing toward a scribbled passage. “In this part here it reads like Jake is coming onto her, like really kind of rough and tough. But the way you have her character established and with what she’s been through with her nasty-ass husband, I’m sort of wondering if that might not turn her off.”

“You think so?” Chazz asked. He rested his hand on the back of her chair and the other on the desk, and glanced down to read the passage Randi was pointing out.

“I mean, personally, I kind of like it when a man takes charge, even if he is a bit rough and demanding, but that’s just me,” Randi said, looking up at him with her gorgeous blue eyes. “But I’m thinking that she is on the sweet and pure side of the scale and might appreciate something gentler. Know what I mean? You have him grabbing her and pulling her to him for a rough animalistic kiss. I’m thinking that in those conditions, she might respond more to tenderness.”

Chazz caught the look in Randi’s eyes. “Hmm, you mean something more like this?” he asked, shifting his hand from the back of her seat to Randi’s shoulder. She trembled for a moment at his touch. He was surprised at how warm her soft skin felt as he moved his hand gently along her shoulder toward her neck. When his hand reached her neck, Randi tilted her head back and swished her hair over his hand from side to side.

“Oh, yes,” Randi hissed softly. “Just like that, a light soft touch.”

When Chazz let his hand trail down along her spine, feeling the sleek supple muscles between her shoulders, Randi arched her back and sighed, thrusting her firm breasts forward, her taut nipples straining at the thin dark purple fabric. He became aware of her scent, a pretty feminine perfume mixing nicely with the aroma of her arousal. Her hands fell away from the keyboard, landing into the lap of her skirt, tucking the denim down between her thighs.

“Oh, god, yes,” Randi purred softly. She leant her head toward Chazz and looked up at him again, her eyes appearing heavy lidded and misty. “Sometimes a woman wants a slow gentle touch before moving onto something more.” Her hand moved from her lap to touch Chazz’s leg just below his shorts. He could feel her well-manicured nails gently rake up along the inside of his thigh as her hand snaked up the leg of his shorts. All the while his hand still explored the soft smooth skin of her back. “Sometimes a man likes it too.”

“Oh, yes,” Chazz said feeling his leg tense up beneath her touch. Did she know that her hand was mere inches from his throbbing cock that was growing thick and hard by the second? “They sometimes do …”

“So what do you think?” Randi asked.

“Um, I think …” Chazz began and then paused when the tip of her finger brushed against the head of his hard cock lurking in the leg his shorts. “I think … I think that … it’s time for lunch.”

“Are you sure?” she asked provocatively, her lips parting seductively and her tongue flicking a sexy little circle around them. The soft tip of her finger was circling the head of Chazz’s cock flirtatiously, making it twitch much against his own volition.

“Well, I uh, know … this cute little … place in the valley,” Chazz said slowly, “… that serves up the best chicken Caesar salads … and we could, um … discuss your … ideas ...”

“Sure, if you want,” Randi said, her hand still resting against his thigh, her finger still touching him gently, her blue eyes now open wide. “Just so long as you’re buying.”

“Lunch is on me,” Chazz replied. As Randi’s hand slowly withdrew from the leg of his shorts, his hand inched up her back and neck, and his fingers grazed along the sleek soft line of her chin. “I need to change real quick. Meet you in the garage in five minutes?”

“Make it ten,” Randi answered. She pushed back from the desk and stood beside him, her eyes never leaving his. He wished he knew exactly what she was thinking, but then did he really?

With a ballet like move, Randi turned and sauntered from the room, Chazz unable to peel his eyes away from the sway of her sweet little ass underneath her skirt. Are you sure you know where this is going? he asked himself. He could feel a wanton need and desire welling up inside him. It had been so long since he had encountered such feelings, but he wanted to meet them and embrace them and explore them … with her.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

His response surprised her…and dismayed her until she caught the sparkling humor deep in his eyes. For a second…a prolonged, agonizing second she thought he’d taken her seriously. On the other hand, her sex really was that warm and wet!

The eager, wanton reaction of her body amazed her with its force and she buried herself behind the pages of his manuscript trying for a little composure. She’d actually managed to find it, for a minute, getting caught up in the scene unfolding in its pages until she’d reached the part where Jake’s character turned rough. It didn’t flow for her.

His presence beside her, one large hand above her, one on her desk, stilled her thoughts entirely, the sudden awareness of him a slow raw throb through her senses. His initial touch shook her with such intensity that her sense of humor had been sparked, feeling a bit like a teenager on a hormone high, unable to bridle in her responses.

Along with her sense of humor he seemed to bring out a boldness in her that was not only unusual, but something Randi found hard to restrain. Her own touch, brash and provocative along his thigh had been audacious, considering her position as his employee.

The playfulness between them, a warm rapport taunting small grins and lascivious smiles from both filled her with a sense of power and euphoria. When her fingers trailed beneath the hemline of his shorts she felt his muscles bunch and quiver. Holding her breath she thought he’d retreat then and there. When he didn’t and her fingertip had brushed over the head of his cock, pulsing and hard beneath it she’d drawn an audible breath, watching his reaction.

She hadn’t wanted to stop, her finger tracing its swollen circumference, feeling the shaft twitch and jerk in response to her touch. God, she wanted to taste him, to engulf him with her lips and tongue, to plunge him into the recesses of her mouth until…

“…time for lunch,” his words made no sense, lost in her own greedy thoughts. She’d risen from her desk, the impression of the feel of him against her fingers still tingling along her nerve endings and headed out the door, a seductive little swing to her hips, feeling his eyes on her as she left.

In her flat she hurried to her bedroom, a little ashamed of herself for pushing the game as far as she had. Pulling off her clothes as she went, she was aware of the clinging, wet silk between her thighs.

“Sheesh,” she comments to herself, “a little playing is one thing, but this girl,” at “this” she slid the fingers of one hand beneath the wet embrace of the panties, stroking the slick moist flesh below, “this is outrageous.”

Her eyes alight on the sheer white dress hanging at the far end of her closet, its simple elegance, v’d low in front and short at mid thigh, making it one of her favorites and pulled it out of the closet, stepping out of the black panties and digging through a drawer for white ones. As she digs, her fingers encounter the handcrafted leather case of one of her favorite toys and the imp inside once again made his presence known.

Irresistibly, she’s drawn to the box, opening it, gazing at the three separate pieces inside. The tiny butterfly and the twin steel studs that she’d had to be pierced to wear, it’s tiny gel form fitting snuggly against the swell of her clit, the studs fastening through her pierced labia; the curved vibrator that fits deep inside her; and the shiny smooth cordless control that looks like a worry stone, a gel layer beneath it’s metallic surface relaying signals from the control unit to each of the vibrating pieces.

It’s a unique toy, a present from Christmas in Paris and she shudders with it in her hand before striding over to the low chest that sits at the end of her bed. Placing one foot on its carved top Randi fastens the butterfly into position, sliding the vibe deep within her pussy and pulls the white panties up over the swell of her hips. Gingerly, she sits down on the bench, feeling the tip of the pliable vibe brush lightly against her cervix and shudders, achingly aware of her intimate self, hungry for stimulation.

The control mechanism, clasped in her hand, is what makes the toy so unique. Pressing her finger against the far end of one side she feels the slow throb of the vibe, deep within her. Sliding the fingertip with steady pressure across the surface she feels the throb travel the length of the vibe, teasing exquisite sensation from within until her fingertip slides closer to the near side of the remote and the throb transfers to the tiny butterfly, taunting her clit into a swollen, heated flush. The toy is made to taunt and tease, it’s vibration mild but steady and exhilarating when the mechanism is stroked like a worry stone. The only really over the top sensation is when both thumbs clamp down on the opposite sides close to the perimeter of the stone. Then, the simultaneous throb against g-spot and clit are breathtakingly intense.

With a smug smile she slips into the white dress, tucking the mechanism carefully into her purse and flies back down to the garage.

“Can we take the XKE? Pretty, pretty please. You buy and I’ll drive!” the teasing eager shimmer in her voice wasn’t lost to him as he turned toward her, his eyes feasting on the sheer, simple dress and sandals.

She was neither surprised nor disappointed when he acquiesced to her choice of car but not to her driving, and she settled comfortably into the rich leather of the passenger side seat, the aching fullness within stirring a soft gasp from her lips.

Flying down the hill, they approach the highway talking together animatedly about his characters and their outlook, about what worked and what didn’t. Subtly, dipping her hand into her purse she removed the small device, her fingertips trailing lightly over it as they talked, taking pleasure in the slow easy throb of the toys.

“Are you nervous with me?” Her eyes fly to his, perplexed before filling with amusement as she sees his focus on the worry stone.

“Not at all,” low, reassuring with an undercurrent of laughter, her eyes tease his. “I find it…soothing …relaxing …wanna try it?”

She hadn’t seen this possibility and her senses thrilled at the opportunity as it presented itself. Eyes gazing with all the innocence she could conjure, she handed over the smooth stone, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her breath caught deep in her throat.

He’d enjoyed the feel of the smooth, cool mechanism in his hand, his thumb stroking it mindlessly as they drove. She didn’t remember much more of the trip, her belly filled with a liquid fire that beat like a tide at the shores of her sanity, barely able to keep up with their conversation. They’d pulled into town, her head thrown back, eyes closed, pretending to bask in the sun while all her attention focused inward. The squeal of tires, his strong forearm across her belly as he whipped a u-turn in the middle of the street where they came to rest in front of the café with a chirp of rubber, opened her eyes.

She took in the name of the café, its bold brilliant lettering brash in the suns rays, with a look of incomprehension and dismay. Of all the places to eat, he picked this one? Disbelief flooded her mind as her eyes searched the shop front as if that would change their location. For a moment her eyes search his, the inexplicable crossing her mind…this was one of three places that she knew of that hosts small get together’s…lunches, dinners, etc…for the lifestyle oriented. She’d become a favorite of the owner, Rene, and a select group that met here every other week. She’d missed their last meeting in the flurry of chaos involved in moving.

An intense, aching buzz startles her from her stunned thoughts, Chazz gripping the worry stone between thumb and forefinger as he hands it back to her. As he opens her door, reaching for her hand she retrieves the mechanism numbly, rising and following him inside.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Mitchell,” Rene’s baritone booms from their right. “and little Cynful, too.”

She cringes inside with the nickname, her eyes cutting back and forth between Chazz and the elegant restaurateur whose look she recognizes as one of surprise and speculation. Discreetly, she shakes her head, hoping Rene would understand.

Leading them inside to a cozy table for two Rene says nothing more as she smiles at him, padding across the floor behind him. Her heart stutters as another familiar voice, its husky bass tones like smoke over whiskey, greet her.

“Cyn. We’ve been worried about you.” David’s tall, looming figure approaches them and she sees the concern written on his handsome features. She glances helplessly at Chazz and then beseechingly at Rene, flummoxed and unable to form a coherent response.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me, Cyn?” his tone is teasing, playful, like a cat with a mouse and her desperate gaze pins on his.

“Master..” he’d sensed her desperation, playing it to the edge, knowing her training and her obedience left her little choice. His deep voice overrode hers…

“Mastered the art of disappearing, have you Cyn? Hi, my names David, David Gallagher,” her holds a out one big paw to Chazz and she raises her eyes to his, surprised to see a calm curiosity as he accepted the handshake and introduced himself with a quizzical glance in her direction.

“Chazz is my new boss…and landlord, David. It’s been a very busy couple of weeks since we last talked. And Chazz, David is a friend of mine from a club we belong to…a ..a..book club. We meet here every couple of weeks to enjoy Rene’s fine cuisine and discuss our latest book find.” In reality, David was one of a select group of people, a Master with the single tail and a dominant with 12 years of quality experience. Before Chazz, he’d been all she thought about. With a start she realized that in the last week and a half she'd thought of little BUT Chazz.

“Odd coincidence that, isn’t it Chazz?” David’s voice, serene and subtle warns her he’s up to something. “You are the Chazz Mitchell that writes those erotic thrillers, aren’t you? I thought I recognized your picture from one of the jackets. Great work, I really enjoy your books. Maybe you could host one of our little club meetings sometime, Chazz? Something to think about.”

David turns to her, taking her hand in his, encountering the remote mechanism and she watches the teasing light in his eyes grow brighter as he takes it from her. Holding her gaze with his own his thumbs press down hard against both ends. Her eyes glaze, knees trembling with the impact of that double buzz, the surge of response in her belly drawing a soft whimper even as he hands it back to her, smiling.

“Nice to meet you, Chazz. I look forward to your next book. And I look forward to our next meeting Cyn.”

Standing there, she looks mutely at Chazz’s handsome if bewildered face, mute and unfocussed, her scrambled senses singing for release beneath the forceful surge of adrenalin and ardor that floods her.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz Mitchell

“Interesting friends you have,” Chazz said as they each took a quick perusal of the menu and set them aside, obviously both quite familiar with the cuisine. “I am not surprised about you knowing Rene, for his place here is known from the coastline to beyond the tops of the mountains.” He eyed the worry stone she held carefully in her hands. Perhaps she thought that Chazz living alone high in the Hills didn’t know about David Gallagher and their little “book” club, but he did. Not personally, but through his many friends scattered throughout the vicinity, there was little that went on of which Chazz wasn’t at the least aware. The waiter graciously interrupted them, introducing himself, and asked if they cared to order something to drink.

“Bring us a bottle of your Meridian 1998 Pinot Grigio for starters,” Chazz requested. When he glanced back at Randi, she nodded and smiled. Her cheeks were still flushed and her eyes heavy and glistening. “Tart and tasty with a subtle bite,” Chazz said regarding the wine. “But always leaves you wanting more.” Randi may or may not have grasped his reference for her expression remained unchanged. He reached over with one hand and enveloped both of hers. His long thick fingers surrounding both her hands, capturing them. “I should apologize for not mentioning it earlier, but you look spectacular this afternoon.”

“Thank you,” Randi replied, her eyes lowering modestly.

“I mean it, truly,” Chazz said, meaning every syllable. From the moment he first spied her scampering down the stairs in her sheer white dress he had been captivated. He had committed himself to the three S’s, showering and shaving being two of them. And then he quickly dressed in pair of dark silk boxers, a colorful aloha shirt, a favorite pair of loose-fitting khaki slacks, and a comfortable pair of Topsiders. But when he saw her on the stairs in the garage, first asking if they could take the XKE then wanting to drive herself, he nearly relented. She looked absolutely edible, every part of her, from the tantalizing jiggle of her unsupported breasts, to the swing of her trim hips, to the sleek curves of her tanned legs. But the shifter on the Jag was extremely stiff and the Hills were quite steep and Chazz insisted on driving.

“I hope you don’t mind my saying, but you are doing a very good bit of work in making this into my dream job,” Randi said, her hands fidgeting with her worry stone. “Your house is fabulous, the work is wonderful, and the companionship, the camaraderie … is something that I haven’t known before … ever.”

“I’m glad you like it, Randi,” Chazz replied. “I want it to be as enjoyable and pleasurable for you as it is for me.” Randi’s face erupted in a smile. “And speaking of pleasure,” Chazz said, his fingers quickly probing into the twine of her fingers and extracting the worry stone. “This may not be all that necessary.”

She looked puzzled, almost concerned as he fondled the small piece. His fingers toyed with it, rubbing randomly over the surface, every where but on the ends. When his forefinger grazed the one end, Randi twitched and moaned softly. When his thumb glanced off the other end, she bit her lip and clenched her hands together. When he gripped the stone at both ends, Randi nearly exploded off the seat. Chazz smiled and set the stone to the side of the table, away from her.

Their waiter returned and expertly decanted the bottle of Pinot before retreating toward the kitchen. While they waited for the wine to aerate, they talked more about the book. Chazz found her insights honest and refreshing, unlike those of his agent and his endless secretaries. He found himself squaring his shoulders toward her and capturing her every word. With his left hand he reached for her hands still folded together on the table. His right hand, the closest to her, he let slip from the table to the stiff leather of the booth settling onto the light fabric of her dress. From there it was a short reach to her hip and thigh.

Her eyes never left his as his hand continued its sojourn sown along her thigh until he reached the hem of her skirt. When Chazz asked her a question to clarify her comment about Nicole’s motivation in his book, she answered straightforward as if she didn’t feel his hand creeping up underneath the skirt of her dress. The skin of her inner thigh was so soft and temptingly smooth. When his pinky reached the warm apex of her legs, Chazz let go of her hands and reached for the decanter.

“I think we’re ready for the next step,” he said picking up the bottle and pouring them each a glass. He took up his glass authoritatively, sniffed and sipped. “Mmm, nice. Very nice. I hope you like.” Randi sipped as well and nodded.

“Yes, a very good choice,” she commented.

Their waiter returned to take their orders and all the while Chazz kept his right hand underneath her dress, his fingers lightly brushing against the thin silk of her panties, his middle finger tracing the folds of her sex and delighting in the warmth and dampness that he found between her luscious legs. As the waiter retreated toward the ordering terminal, Chazz advanced his fingers toward the waistband of her panties and gently thrust them down inside. Randi stiffened and twitched again, this time more noticeably, her face remaining flushed and excited. While his middle and ring fingers explored the silky liquid slit of her sex, his other digits cupped her outer folds. He could detect the presence of a clit ring, which surprised him only a little, while his middle finger brushed against a toy buried up inside her twat. He smiled from the joy of this disclosure. This girl was endless in her surprises.

Chazz hadn’t planned on this. He had only offered her a job because … because … well, he wasn’t sure exactly. But she had deserved a chance and her performance on the job had certainly proven his intuition to be correct. But it was the side benefits that he hadn’t planned on. He shouldn’t want her, but he did; he shouldn’t dally and play, but he wanted to so much. And here he was with his hand exploring her moist nether reaches underneath the long heavy linen tablecloth. With each flick of his fingers across her sensitive clit and pussy, he could feel her respond, deeply and smoothly, like a plush limousine.

It was only when the waiter returned with their soups, that Chazz withdrew his hand, slowly and deliberately, and not before a sudden flourish of fingers and pressure that sent a deep gasp to Randi’s lips and a noticeable shudder from her shoulders down to her toes. Her nipples had grown visibly taut and erect and protruded into the sleek fabric of her dress. As they began to sample their soup, Chazz reached for the worry stone and let his fingers dance on the controls, bringing a deeper and more pronounced trembling to her body.

“You bastard!” she swore in a low voice, thickened with a heavy lust and deep passion. “You son-of-a-bitch.”

“As you may have learned, my dear Randi,” Chazz said in between sips of his wonderful French onion soup. “There are endless ways to play.”

Randi glanced back at him and smiled. She then stuck her tongue out at him. As if moved by an unseen hand, Chazz leaned toward her and kissed her full on the lips, the taste of their different soups soon mingling on their lips and tongues.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi...God yes she is...

What was she doing? The thought roiled in her mind as they walked silently to their table. She had the perfect dream job, a dreamy boss who probably considered her a silly young woman at this point, and a perfect place to live. Randi wondered if there was some destructive force compelling her to ruin the situation.

She’d come on to her boss that morning in a manner equal – if not more aggressive – than the man that fired her last week. He’d been decent enough to change the subject, offering to take her out to lunch and what had she done? Tarted herself up like a tramp, an expensive one to be sure, and more! Her dismay must have been visible as they sat down together.

“Interesting friends you have,” his voice was dry, tinged with a note she didn’t understand. Her eyes met his and she simply nodded, not wanting to go there. There was a gleam in his eyes that made her nervous.

The warmth, in his eyes and in his words, about her appearance made her blush, her eyes searching his for the truth. A slow, soft smile crept over the corners of her lips, blossoming like a flower. He meant it, she could see it in his eyes.

“I want it to be as enjoyable and as pleasurable for you as it is for me..” the words make her smile wondering what he’d say if he knew just how pleasurable she found him, how much pleasure she was feeling, right this minute. Just thinking about it brings an involuntary response, her muscles gripping the slick toy deep within her, the soft seep of moisture spilling from her sex, dampening her panties a little more.

The flush that filled her cheeks with color as his fingers entwined with hers, pulling the touchstone from between them, left a hot trail down her neck, all the way to the soft swell of her breasts. As he toyed with it, watching her reactions, she felt embarrassment slip away in the soft rush of arousal his nimble fingers created, a soft moan tumbling from her lips. When he’d pressed both ends she felt herself swamped in desire, aching for more, her hands gripping the table white knuckled, her breath coming in soft pants. He laid the stone aside and she’d sat opposite him chastened and quiet, achingly aroused and afraid to admit it.

When his fingers brushed against her thigh she stilled, answering his questions honestly and with enthusiasm, her mind begging his hand to stay there, to explore farther.

“I think we’re ready for the next step.” Hallelujah, she’d thought as the waiter delivered the bottle of wine he’d ordered, Chazz’s pinky taunting the apex of her thighs with its light touch.

Sipping the light, dry white wine she admired its bold flavors, her tongue teased by the slightest hint of black cherry and the smokier touch of oak. One sip and she knew the grilled chicken Caesar would go well with it.

When his fingers snuck beneath the damp, clinging silk that hid her sex she’d nearly cried out loud with the pleasure. She saw that pleasure reflected in his own eyes as his exploring fingers encountered the toys. She’d bitten her lip, restraining the all out cry that his retreating fingers provoked in their final caress. Her husky snarl, sensual despite the harsh words made him smile as the buzz from her toys brought breathless response.

The kiss that followed had been different this time. Hungry and bold he’d initiated it and taken her mouth with a persistent force that made her tremble, her lips kiss swollen and eager beneath his. She reached out, running one delicate hand up his khakis, feeling the urgent press of him there, wrapping gentle fingers around the pulsing shaft and stroking lightly, feeling him buck beneath the caress. He’d nipped her upper lip, silently admonishing her and she’d stopped, but not before she wondered what he’d say if he knew that the only thing in the world she wanted, right now, was to slide beneath the table, resting one warm cheek against his thigh while she unsnapped the khakis, releasing him to suck him slowly, eagerly into her mouth…

 

[Miltone]

Chazz Mitchell

He hadn’t planned on kissing her, he hadn’t intended to do so, but he surely didn’t regret it once their lips had met. It wasn’t like he wanted to show off in front of her friends or anything. After all, she was his assistant, but in the 10 days they had known each other, she had become much more in his eyes. At first he had insisted to himself that it would be strictly business, maybe she could provide a little fanciful window dressing for his daily routine. But with each day they had easily fit together, quickly growing familiar enough to make jokes and tease and laugh, and yet get the work done. But after this morning, things would not be the same. He couldn’t look at her again without remembering the sleek curves of her body. He wouldn’t be able to hear her voice without recalling the sound of her arousal quavering in the back of her throat. And he certainly wouldn’t be able to sit or stand beside her without feeling the sharp heat of attraction.

When stripping down for the shower before lunch he noticed how thick and long his cock had grown, even in its semi-erect state—certainly more erect than not. He thought of how his last few girlfriends had never produced this sort of effect on him. Most recently there had been Alisha, a tall slim blonde, refined and educated, but very cool and uninteresting in bed. Before her was Heather, auburn-haired and voluptuous, a terrific lover but who couldn’t carry on a complete conversation afterwards if her life depended on it. She had been preceded by Lisa, smart and quick witted, an adventurous lover, but one that Chazz honestly had to admit he didn’t feel much attraction to physically. There had always been something that held him back. Fear of commitment his sister had argued, but Chazz knew it was something more. Had he found that something more in Randi?

With the warmth of her kiss on his lips and the gentle caress of her hand on his lap sending waves of excitement coursing through his body from one end to the other, Chazz intended on keeping things rolling smoothly. He was in no hurry to reach heights right away; he wanted to keep the level of their arousal building slowly and surely no matter how urgently she looked at him.

Chazz took up his spoon and attacked his soup again and Randi followed his lead. She left her hand resting on his lap, inching it slowly back and forth along the length of his cock that snaked along his lap and down the leg of his slacks. Chazz let his own left hand fall to his lap and rest on top of hers. She looked at him apprehensively, perhaps afraid that she had gone too far and that he was going to remove her hand. To anyone else in the restaurant, their waiter included, they would merely appear to be having lunch, so he left her hand where it was, savoring the tingling energy of her touch as it moved back and forth.

“How is your soup?” he asked.

“Um, it’s good,” Randi answered, looking over at him. “Really good. Everything here is so good. I can’t wait to taste what comes next.” She gave his thick cock a squeeze before retrieving her napkin and brushing it lightly over her lips.

“More wine?” he asked and then refilled their glasses when she nodded.

The waiter soon cleared away their soups tureens and brought their salads. Randi had chosen the grilled chicken Caesar salad while Chazz had gone with the Santa Fe version that contained a little more heat. But while they ate, they talked, much as they had since meeting. A little about work, a little about likes and dislikes, but very little about their past personal histories, which was just fine with Chazz. There were light brushes of their elbows and occasionally a hand would slip below the table to touch and tease.

Chazz loved playing this game with her, running his fingers lightly along the side of her hip and thigh, watching her try not to respond. Or he might ease his hand over her thigh and watch her stifle a well-needed moan. And when his hand explored the warmth between her thighs, he loved to see her close her eyes and lay her head back struggling not to let her arousal show. But then she knew how to exact her revenge. Randi sent her own hand wandering over his belly, his thigh, and his lap. Once she knew she had his attention she would give his cock a gentle tug or look at him dreamily and then lick her fingers and suck them clean.

By the time Chazz was splitting the remainder of the wine between their glasses, the waiter had come to clear the table and inquired about dessert. “Is there any room for dessert?” he asked politely.

“I’m all set,” Chazz answered. “How about you, Randi?”

“I am so stuffed,” Randi replied. “Everything was sooo delicious.”

“I think we’re all set then,” Chazz remarked to the waiter and their check was soon delivered.

After bidding goodbye to Rene and leaving the restaurant, Chazz took her arm and they spent the better part of the next hour strolling along checking out the quaint and expensive shops that dotted the Drive. When they came to Zuibach’s, an exclusive women’s shop, Randi squeezed his arm softly.

“I want to look inside,” she said. “You don’t mind?”

“Not at all,” Chazz replied. She seemed a little surprised when he calmly followed her inside. He was comfortable in such surroundings and enjoyed looking for things for the woman in his life. But what does one shop for when it’s for your employee?

Randi moved about the racks browsing first through casual and sports wear, then exploring the rest of the store. There was a cute little light blue halter dress that, when she held it up to her body, looked like it might have been designed for her. And there was a cute little black top and skirt outfit; the off the shoulder top was snug and a silver heart clasped the stretchy material tightly around the bosom; the skirt was short and swishy, cut with an uneven hemline that would show off her legs nicely. She laid each on the side of the rack and looked from one to the other as if trying to decide.

“Can’t make up your mind?” Chazz ventured when he approached her.

“Kind of,” Randi answered. “I really like this dress, but this outfit is just too hot!”

“Then get them both,” Chazz said.

“On just two paychecks? I don’t think so,” Randi laughed. “I can’t afford that.”

“Then why not try them both on and see which one you like the best,” Chazz offered. “I’ll wait out here.”

Chazz took a seat on a cushy chair beside the triple mirror while Randi wasted little time taking her finds into the dressing room. It seemed to take forever for her to re-appear, but she soon emerged in the black outfit and she looked incredibly sexy. The heart-shaped ring clenched the material of the top snuggly around her firm young breasts. The skirt flow sexily around her legs and a choice band of lean tanned skin showed between the two pieces. She posed for him, then walked toward him as if on a runway, a delightful smirk on her face. She leaned forward near him, letting the fullness of her breasts show above the top, then she stood and turned away, leaning over and placing her hands on her knees, and then looking back over her shoulder, capturing him with her eyes.

“So what do you think?” Randi asked.

“I like,” Chazz answered. “Now let’s see the other one.”

She scampered into the changing room and again took a long time before strolling out in the dress. It was a sure match with the color of her eyes and contrasted nicely with her tan. Down to the waist, it fit her like a second skin; at the waist it flared out over her hips and down to mid-thigh. Again she posed provocatively then strutted towards him. Chazz felt his cock twitch as she approached, the bounce of her unencumbered breasts tantalizing him. When she spun the outer layer of sheer fabric separated and Chazz groaned.

“Oh yes,” he said softly. “Beautiful.”

“So I should get the dress?” she asked.

“I think you should get both,” Chazz replied.

“I can’t afford both of them, Chazz,” she protested.

“Yes you can,” Chazz said. “If I buy one for you.”

“I don’t know,” she said. “That’s awfully generous …”

“Think of it as an advance on your … your bonus, when the book is finished,” he laughed.

She didn’t need much more convincing and soon disappeared into the dressing room. When she finally reappeared, wearing the white dress as she had been when arriving, she handed them both to the waiting salesclerk and headed toward the lingerie.

“My favorite department,” Chazz teased as he got up and followed her. They had fun picking through the vast array of panties, looking for light blue and black. Chazz’s eyes found the perfect pair for the dress, a dainty light blue v-string with a pretty sheer lace panel in front. Randi held up a handful of black silk.

“String, thong or bikini?” she asked.

“Hmm, for that outfit, thong,” Chazz replied. Randi smiled warmly.

Clutching the bag that held her purchases tightly, they walked slowly back to the car.

“I don’t know how to thank you, Chazz,” Randi said as they stowed her packages and climbed into the Jag.

“No thanks, necessary,” Chazz replied, firing up the tight overhead valve six. The exhaust rasped loudly when he revved the engine. “Like I said, think of it as an advance.”

“Not just this,” Randi said indicating the packages. “But for everything. You are a wonderful man. I can’t believe I met you.”

“Well, you are a terrific unique and mysterious girl,” Chazz replied as they screeched away from the curb. “I’m glad to have you around.”

They moved slowly through the late-afternoon traffic of the city before beginning their climb up the Hills. Chazz wound up the Jag as they followed the supple curves of the winding blacktop road. With the breeze playing with their hair, they climbed quickly. When they passed the drive to his house, Randi looked over at him quizzically.

“We’re not going home?” she asked.

“I have a special place to show you,” Chazz replied. They drove just a little further up the road before pulling around the terminating cul-de-sac and then stopping. Chazz shut off the car and got out. The trees and shrubs grew almost to the road. “Remember I told you the other day about the only place higher than mine? This is it.”

He opened the door and took Randi’s hand to help her up from the low roadster. There was a small opening in the trees and Chazz ducked down to led her through. The hill was small and just a little rocky. Randi slipped off her shoes and padded along the narrow sandy trail behind Chazz. They came to an overlook with a spectacular view of the hillside and the city and ocean in the distance below. Chazz stood tall and let the gentle breeze pass over him. The scent of cedar was strong.

“I love this view and hardly anyone knows it’s here” he remarked. “Too bad it’s too small and hilly to build on.” He took Randi’s hand and pulled her near to him. She rested her head against his shoulder.

“It’s beautiful, so peaceful,” Randi said. “Like you’re on top of the world.”

“Yeah,” Chazz replied. He hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her around so that she stood in front of him, leaning back against his chest. “Sometimes I feel like I am on top of the world.” His hands moved over her tummy, feeling the warmth of her body through the sheer white fabric of her dress. “I like to come up here to think sometimes.”

“About what?” Randi asked, her hands reaching behind her back to touch Chazz.

“A few things right now,” Chazz answered. “About the view, about the great lunch, about my lovely lunch companion, about the book that brought us together.”

“And what about your book?”

“Hmm, there’s one part in particular that I’m not quite sure about,” Chazz said slowly. “It’s late in the story. Nicole has run away from the press and the police and the endless questions. Jake goes after her and finds her at a place not unlike this.” Chazz leaned forward and buried his face in Randi’s hair, drawing in the scent of her perfume.

“And what happens then?”

“That’s what I’m not sure of,” Chazz whispered gently into her ear. His hands had moved slowly up over her body, gliding over her chest to curl around her breasts. Chazz could feel the luscious weight of her breasts as he held them, his thumbs and forefingers toying with the stiff tips that lay just beneath the thin material. He could feel the firm round cheeks of her ass press back against him and her hands move in between their bodies. “She’s happy to see that he’s come after her; he’s glad to have found her, and they meet and come together again, sort of the way we are standing.”

“Do they make love?” Randi asked as her fingers found again the heavy lump of manhood wedged between their bodies.

“I’m not sure … I’m thinking that they should,” Chazz said softly. His fingers tugged at the material that covered her breasts, pulling it down and away, baring Randi’s sweet sensitive flesh to the light filtering through the trees. “But I’m not sure just how.” Chazz couldn’t believe how soft and silky was the skin of her breasts, nor how hard were her taut erect nipples. He touched and caressed her enflamed skin. All of the mental rules he had laid out for himself were blurring in a fit of heated desire and sheer lust.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

Somewhere in the middle of the soup course Randi saw the look in his eyes. There was arousal and sensual appreciation; there was the warm regard of mutual intellect with common interests; and a quiet enjoyment in the art of conversation that seemed to flow so easily between them…but there was something else, as well.

Had he been someone else, sitting at that table, in that place with her, she would have labeled the look in a moment. As it was, it took her some time to fully accept what she saw. A steely determination lit the eyes of the attractive man at her side and they locked on hers, conveying an overwhelming amount of information. He accepted the slight detour they’d taken, enjoying the sensual link between themand had every intention of keeping the fires burning. And burning...

She glanced up at the subtle set of his jaw and admired his profile while her hand stroked its way over his thigh and the full, masculine hardness beneath the soft khaki, her own body responding in kind. Chazz’s hand closed over hers and she feared she’d misread his intentions, stopping the slow stroke of her fingers beneath the weight of his touch. When he didn’t push her away she wasn’t surprised at the relief that flowed through her.

His husky response to the waiter regarding dessert said no, but his eyes, on her, said later. “How much later?” she wondered. Finally, she admitted to herself that his determination and resolve were centered on keeping the game going…and given the depth of that look, for some time. She needed to find a way to tone down her own responses and the first thing to do was remove the toys. As they were leaving the restaurant she excused herself to the ladies room.

On their stroll down the sidewalk, missing the sweet ache of her toys, she made a promise to herself. She’d follow his lead, letting his caresses excite her, and him, but she too could play the game. He’d find the subtle little expressions of her own hunger in her walk, in her sighs and hungry little whimpers when he touched her and the occasional playful pose or tease.

When they came across the black top with it’s iron heart collaring her breasts in the rich fabric she smiled to herself, enjoying its symbolism. She’d seen the approval in his eye when she held it up for his opinion and disappeared into the dressing room.

She stared at herself in the mirror, speculatively, wondering what he’d see when… if…they ever got to dessert. Her face was beautiful, the sensual gleam in her eyes and the full, erotic curve of her mouth drove men a little giddy, she knew. The small waist well balanced by full hips and saucy breasts weren’t too bad either. Her fingers crept to the small brand on her right thigh and her wondering stopped.

Chazz’s appreciation in the artful little outfit was apparent. She’d thanked him with a gentle kiss, pressing her breasts against his chest, tucking her face into the hollow of his neck, taking pleasure from his spicy, masculine scent before lifting her lips to his, for the beautiful dress and the lingerie to go with it, as they walked out to the car.

Later, as they passed the driveway her eyes cut to his as her mind supplied the answer. She’d wondered, ever since he’d mentioned it, what the top view was like. When he guided her along the path, taking her hand and guiding her, making her feel intensely feminine and…protected... she’d smiled to herself, pleased with her recovered control.

She wandered a footstep or two beyond him, dazzled with the view. His strong hand, clamped around her wrist, pulled her back against him as they stood in silence, enjoying the intimacy and the shared wonder of the picture in front of them.

The feel of his face, buried in her hair sent shivers through her, his warm breath against her ear as he described Nicole’s situation. She tried to imagine herself in the same situation, Chazz as Jake, his hands lifting to cup her breasts from behind as she arched against him, feeling the fully aroused press of his sex against her bottom.

“Do they make love?” her hands sneak between their bodies, cupping his throbbing flesh through his clothing, teasing the swell of him through the layers, knowing the answer in advance. Of course they do.

“I just don’t know how.” Her imagination spun as his hands gripped her wrists, pulling them from between their bodies and crossing her arms in front of her, holding them there as his teeth nip lightly at her ear.

“Perhaps…” her voice a whisper, “ something like this:

Nicole and Jake return to his home where he sweeps her across the threshold, kissing and caressing all the way to the bedroom. They stand in the middle of the room, stripping each other of clothing, licking and stroking each other with the slow removal of each piece.

Biting the soft flesh of her bottom lip, Nicole tries to restrain the aching moan, Jake’s hands gliding over her hair, her shoulders, down over her arms before settling possessively over her hips and turning her toward him. She turns, hands held passively at her sides, reveling in the excitement and passion in his expression. Jake’s eyes travel over the woman that stands before him; her shoulders held high, breasts full and proud, rosy nipples hard as thimbles, breath fast and eager, the soft concavity of her belly trembling with the pooling heat that has grown increasingly more urgent.

Moments pass before she reaches out, running one small hand over the buttons on his shirt. Stepping closer to him, one foot brushing lightly against his shoes, she kneels before him, fingers cupping the heel of his shoe, glancing up at him. Nicole feels him shift and lift the shoe, removing it, going for the second and remove it. Sensuously, seductively, she rises, brushing one soft cheek over his knee, against the heat of his thigh, her eyes locked on his. She feels Jake’s breath stutter slightly, a small, cheeky grin on her lips, straightening a bit more, pressing her cheek lightly against that beckoning hardness, stroking softly, her hands reaching to push his shirt up, fingers eager at the buttons, sliding upward and pressing her face into his belly, feeling the quick quiver of muscles. Button by button, she moves upward…her breasts pressed tightly against his hardness, pausing with her lips to his belly, reveling in his response.

Reaching down, he pulls her upward as she finishes the last button, sliding her palms flat against his chest, pushing the soft material impatiently away. Leaning into him, Nicole watches a gleaming lock of blonde hair brushing lazily against his right nipple and watches it tighten irresistibly. Playfully she leans over, blowing lightly against it, feeling him tense, his fingers hard against her shoulders and drops her lips over it, suckling it into an even harder peak before moving to the other one.

Reaching up she cups her breasts, one in each palm and brings them up, nipples hard, grazing against his with so much erotic heat she cries out his name. The heat in her belly descends into a pool of sweet, wanton lust

With the slow, sensual removal of their clothes, Jake lowers himself to the floor, pulling her with him, too eager and to intent move across the floor to the bed. The soft silk of the carpet beneath them, her thighs over his, her hands straining against his shoulders as his mouth teases her breasts with kisses and nips. The large hands are suddenly beneath her, holding Nicole, spreading her wide, just above him. She can feel just the very tip of the head of his magnificent erection sliding against swollen, aching lips and can feel her juices coating him, dripping down the inside of her thighs. Amazed at the depths of her hunger, her need for him, she hears his voice as if from a distance, calming, asking her to be still. She responds to the request, hearing the huskiness in his voice as he reminds her of one of her first requests.

To be, the first time, taken hard and made his, completely, totally his. Even as she begins to understand the import of the words, she feels him at the entrance to her dripping sex, her inner muscles, greedy and eager, welcoming him, gripping at him out of pure instinct. Nicole overrides that instinct with difficulty, so incredibly aroused, and relaxes the muscles as she hears his soft “ready?” and nods, moaning his name.

She feels his hands shift from underneath the curve of each buttock, up to her hips, the muscles bunching in his arms as he holds her. She releases her arms and gravity begins the descent even before his hands push her down, fast, sharp, completely filling her aching, greedy pussy. Her muscles clench around him, her hips bucking against his restraining hands holding her still, hard against him.

“Wait!” his voice, harsh with control, catches her. “Wait, Nicole…” she shivers beneath the sting of his demand, trying to obey.

“Now,” Jake’s lips find Nicole’s and his tongue fills the recesses of her mouth taking her over the edge, into the depths of pure sweet climax. His own descent, as swift as her own, leaves them writhing together, climaxing in long, excruciatingly sweet waves of release.

Randi glances over her shoulder at Chazz’s glazed eyes, his hands, tucked between her legs doing nothing to still the motion of her hips. She can feel him beneath her, struggling for control as her story ends.

“Or…maybe they could do it in the pool…” Her impish, teasing tone echoes around them.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz Mitchell

A hearty chuckle rumbled from deep within his chest upon hearing Randi’s flip remark, but it did little to diminish the high level of passion that had risen between them.

“Or maybe …” Chazz said, his voice a husky whisper in her ear. “Or maybe their desire is so immediate … they might stay where they are …”

While Randi had narrated her vision of the fictional encounter, Chazz’s hands had slowly drifted down over her belly, exploring the lush curves of her hips, her ass, her thighs and the warm mound that lies between them. The sound and meaning of her words drew vivid pictures in his mind, which triggered an equally vibrant response in his body. With each word and phrase from Randi, Chazz felt his cock rise up, straining against the silken fabric of his boxers, rubbing against the firm curves of her ass.

He had pulled at her dress, tugging the hem upward until it rose up past her hips. Randi lifted her arms up and reached back to run her fingers through his blond locks, her breasts lifting and jiggling gently, her taut nipples jutting outward proudly. Chazz traced the outline of her panties, following the elastic band from hip to hip, his fingertips dancing along the dainty strip of elastic. He followed the triangle that covered her sex, feeling her body tremble and quiver as he teased her soft tender skin. And when she told of the lovers joining together in their most intimate embrace, Chazz thrust his hand down beneath the damp scrap of silk and sank his fingers into the dripping folds of her pussy. Randi began to rock her hips in concert with his probing caresses, spreading her legs, opening herself for him, giving him unencumbered access to her labia, her entrance, her clit.

And now they stood together in the dappled afternoon sunlight filtering through the cedars. Chazz left one hand inside her panties, his fingers hooking up inside her, his thumb brushing against her hard nubbin, sending wave after wave of pleasure cascading through her body.

“This place where Jake has found Nicole, is very special to her,” Chazz murmured into Randi’s ear. “He is the only one she has told about it … he is the only one who would know where to look … he is the only one she would want to share this place with …” As he spoke, his other hand moved up over her body, reaching for the firm tanned globe of her breast, cupping it, caressing it, teasing the hardened tip with pinches and rolls and tugs. He knew that his heated breath was washing over her cheek and he could feel her breathing come shorter and faster as well.

“So … you think … she would … want him here … er, there, in her … special place?” Randi’s words came in bursts between shallow breaths.

“If you were Nicole,” Chazz asked, “Would you want him then and there?”

“Mmm,” Randi hummed as the rhythm of Chazz’s penetrating hand on her pussy reached a crescendo. “She would … want him … yes, yes!” she cried out. She put her hands on top of Chazz’s, holding his probing and caressing fingers in place for the moments that her body trembled and heaved with pleasure.

“And what … what would … Jake do?” Randi gasped hoarsely.

“He would do this,” Chazz replied, his thick voice still a husky whisper.

Chazz allowed his tongue a taste of Randi’s neck, just below the ear. He drew a long languid line down toward her shoulder and then back up again. The tip of his tongue flickered around her ear, licking and teasing. Then he followed the same path with his lips, kiss the smooth sensitive skin of her neck, his mouth sucking gently along the contours of her neck. When she released his hands, he moved them in different patterns, still touching and probing, yet introducing new sensations.

“Oh, Chazz,” she called out when his hand shifted from breast to breast, circling them in a tantalizing figure eight.

“I am not Chazz,” he replied. “And you are not Randi.”

“Mmm, oh, yes … you are Jake … and me … I am Nicole …” she said completing the entrance into her role. “I want you, Jake,” she urged. “I want you here and now!”

While his hands continued their sensual exploration of Randi’s body, Chazz kissed along her shoulder, his lips pursing and sucking each inch of tender flesh that he encountered. He guided his fully erect manhood up and down in the split of her butt slowly and gently rocking her. He could feel the telltale wetness of precum dampen his boxers.

For several moments, Randi hung limp in his arms as if relishing the exotic tremors that were sweeping through her body. But then she shifted, turning within the circle of his arms. Randi lifted her arms up and clasped them around his neck. Chazz let his hands drop to the small of her back. She looked up at him with her light blue eyes, sparkling though heavy lidded with lustful passion. She was the same girl certainly, just as he was the same man, but there was something flickering in their exchange of glances that signaled their release from the bounds of their real roles.

“I want you, Jake,” she said in a voice full of urgent insistent desire. “I want all of you.” Her hands descended down over his chest, feeling his tense well developed muscles, her fingers easily freed the buttons of his shirt, spreading it open as they drifted lower, baring his heated glistening flesh to the warm breeze and dappled sunlight.

She ran her hands back up over his stomach and chest. He tugged at her dress, pulling it down from her shoulders. Randi slipped her arms out, letting the sheer white material fall around her waist. He toyed with her breasts, his caresses firmer, his pinches and rolls and tugs sharper, bringing whimpers and soft cries from her lips. “Just as I imagined,” Chazz said as his eyes drank in the looks of this eager beauty.

They kissed, their soft moist lips meeting with a soft gentle brushing. But the electric sensation charged them and each movement of their lips touching made their next kiss firmer and harder and more heated. And when their tongues touched, the passion escalated and their kisses were accompanied by whimpers and moans and cries and growls. Chazz shifted his kisses lower, tasting her neck and shoulders and chest. His lips traced a languid path down around each breast, kissing and licking the soft skin surrounding them and the firm flesh that swelled up.

“Oh, Jake!” she cried out when his mouth finally closed around her puckered taut nipple. She grasped at his head and held him to her as he suckled the tip and grazed his teeth over the hard rosy nub. First one, then the other felt his hungry mouth, and then back again.

Chazz hummed as his mouth explored her body, tasting the curves that he been wanting almost from the moment he first saw her. As his kisses drifted lower, he squatted down in front of her until his face was in front of her pussy. As he moved his hands up underneath her dress, he pressed forward. His hands rose up over her silken thighs, touching her caressing her lightly. Then he reached for the hem of her skirt and lifted it slowly revealing her toned thighs and finally the silk clad cleft of her sex. With one hand he held her skirt high and leaned forward to kiss her sex through the damp silk. The heavy scent of her arousal sent a shudder through his body; he knew she wanted him, he knew it for certain.

His tongue lapped at the damp fabric tracing the tight valley of her sex and finding the nub of her clit already extended. He kissed and sucked her through the panties, before finally pulling them aside and running his tongue the length of her glistening slit.

Randi stumbled back from the force of his strong movement as Chazz leaned into her sex. She leaned forward and wove her fingers into his long blond locks, holding onto him for balance. Chazz suckled her clit and her labia; his tongue discovered her velvety entrance; his fingers probed at it. Then he drove his tongue up and down, from her clit nearly to her ass and back again, over and over and over. Chazz hummed as he went, knowing what the vibrations would do as they tingled her pussy and clit.

“Mmm, I love the taste of your pussy, Nicole,” Chazz murmured. “I love it!”

“Oh, Jake!” she cried out as his tongue began to lap furiously at her sex. “Oh, my god!”

Moans and sobs and cries trembled from her lips as he laved her completely. He could feel her grip on him intensify, as her cries grew more urgent. He let go of her dress and grabbed her ass with both hands as he plunged his face deeper between her legs. After a heavy flurry of sucking and licking, he felt her orgasm strike. She clutched at him tightly, grinding her sex against his face and he felt the wetness flow down his chin as the tremors swept through her.

Never letting go of her, Chazz slowly rose to stand before Randi, holding her close but not too tight as she swirled in the momentary mad feeling of pleasure. Then she kissed him thankfully and eagerly, full of the passion that had just been released in her body. As her trembling subsided, she began to kiss his body, his neck, his chest, his tight erect little man nipples. Her fingers raked through the light dusting of hair on his chest before dropping to his belt and her fingers pried it open. When she undid the button and tugged down the zip, his khakis dropped and pooled at his feet.

Running her hands over the smooth silk of his boxers, she eagerly traced the outline of his erection that was extending towards her now that it was freed from the confines of his slacks. She grinned impishly when she felt the wet spot that told of his arousal.

“I see that you’ve been getting ready for me,” she said provocatively. “Jake …”

 

[Original_Cyn2]

"Nicole"

The smell of her own arousal, the taste of it on her lips and tongue as “Jake” kisses her leaves her an aching frenzy in the circle of his arms, the tremors still clenching her body in their grip as she kisses him, the exquisite tumult of release reflected in the passion of her kiss.

Slowly, so slowly the shuddering sensations retreat, her breath slipping from her in harsh animal pants, her lips falling away from his to follow the line of his jaw, descending the proud column of his throat. Her fingers release the buttons of his shirt and she can feel the ardent masculine beast beneath her rise to her touch, muscles rippling in the wake of her kisses.

The hard little nipples, so eager, so responsive distract her a moment, her tongue swirling around their receptive peaks, lapping at him, her lips fastening on first one, then the other and sucking them into her mouth, her teeth worrying them lightly. His oh so male grunt of arousal taunts her ears, stroking her senses, pulling her further down his hard, lithe body, a trail of sensual kisses that brings his hands down to play lightly in her hair.

The catch and the zipper of his trousers poses an obstacle and she growls with impatience. With the material pooling at his feet and her hands cupping the object of her greedy fascination through the silk boxers she turns her face upwards, her eyes, dancing with delight.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment for, oh, what seems like forever, Jake, my love,” her lips pressing against the unmistakable wet spot, reveling in the feel of his rigid shaft jerking beneath her grip. She kisses the tip, the scent of him in her nose, taunting her, running her cheek against the shaft, fingers rising to the elastic band at his waist.

She’d had to stop, mesmerized by her first sight of him, magnificently rampant and thrusting toward her with the release of the soft silk. Her fingertips had fluttered over the throbbing skin of his shaft, caressing the veins that pulsed there, watching him quiver and jerk with each butterfly touch before wrapping themselves around the base, hearing his sharp inhalation like the stroke of a whip against her raw senses.

“Yes,” a whisper, of joy and sheer delight as his fingers tighten in the tresses of her hair, kneeling before him, her eyes raised in adoration to his. She watches him watching her, enjoying the sense of power in his touch, the avid intensity in his gaze as she brings her lips inches from the engorged head of his masculinity, her breath, soft and warm against it making him twitch.

His low, husky moan and the fire in his eyes has her dropping her gaze, her body reacting with wanton hunger, unwilling to be distracted. The clear bead of liquid welling from the tip enthralls and beckons “Nicole”. Her tongue, pausing briefly between her lips, aching to taste him for the first time.

Renewing her grip on the base of his shaft, holding him steady, her tongue flickers out, caressing beneath the majestic head, stroking lightly the bulging contours, hot and throbbing beneath her tongue. She defies the pull of his fingers, now tightly wrapped in the roots of her hair, backing off, shaking her head in stubborn resistance until they loosen. She resumes the slow exploration of his knob, the sides, above and below, releasing one hand to stroke and cup the firmness of his balls, feeling them quiver in her hand, feeling the tension rising in his body.

Her tongue, moving from underneath, laves his head, licking up the sweet precum pooling there in one exquisite slurp, delving for every last drop before pushing her lips around the head, pressing them against the swollen, throbbing flesh, pressing him into the recesses of her mouth in one slow stroke.

His fingers have tightened, again, on the chaotic tangle of her hair and she gauges his grip, translating the impulses into a steady rhythm that has him bucking against her in a frenzy, in and out, each stroke going deeper, farther, harder into her soft, wet depths. She senses the straining belly muscles, dropping one delicate hand there waiting for the tightening that warns her and feels it, far more quickly than she’d expected. Her glee crescendos.

Pulling back, leaving strands of her jet hair wrapped around his fingers, she pulls off of him, panting with her own renewed ardor, resting her cheek against his thigh, catching her breath for just a moment.

“Do you think, Chazz, that Nicole and Jake would want...umm...more...you know, like ...total fullfillment...at this..err that...point?” her voice, taunting just a little, the impish grin lighting up her face as she gazes into his stormy, arousal darkened gaze.

 

[Miltone]

“Jake”

“I think … at this point … that their desire … can’t be held back … for long,” Chazz remarked in between his sudden gasps for breath caused by Randi’s expert tongue passing over his long thick and hard cock. Even under the guise of their role playing things had progressed much farther than Chazz had ever intended and now his throbbing pink member glistened as it slipped from Randi’s mouth, wagging at her, an inch from her lips. “Jake … will want … more …”

Randi circled his cleanly shaven balls with her tongue, suckling them tenderly before flattening her tongue and drawing it up along the underside of his stiff tool. When she reached the tip, she swirled it around the head and drew it inside her mouth, her tongue never stopping its motion. With both hands Chazz helped guide her head back and forth as he rocked his hips forward and back.

“Oh, Jake, my love,” she said as the thick cock popped out from between her lips and she pumped the hard shaft with her hands. “You know that I’m ready for you …”

“Yes, Nicole,” he responded. “Do you want this?” he asked as his hard cock waggled back and forth.

“I need it, Jake,” she answered. “I want to feel it … deep inside me … “

He reached down with a hand and tilted her face upward and the look in his eyes and the motion of his hands invited her to stand. They kissed again, the spicy musk of his manhood mixing with the traces of her sweetness still on his lips. Quickly, Chazz kicked off his shoes and slipped off his slacks and shorts, draping them over a nearby shrub. Then, almost as if dancing, Chazz took her in his arms and maneuvered Randi toward the nearest cedar tree. She reached back to brace herself against the stout tree trunk.

“Jake?” she said, her voice questioning him more for the “how” of what was going to happen than the “what,” for the lusty look in his eyes told her everything else. He pulled up her skirt and tugged at her panties, peeling the sodden white silk from her body and pulling them down her legs. She stepped out of them, one foot at a time and he placed them in her hands.

“Hold onto these,” he said as she accepted the pair of panties. “Wouldn’t want to see something so delicate get completely ruined.” Impulsively he lowered his head and kissed one of her breasts, sucking the nipple and aureole deep into his mouth, his teeth nibbling firmly on the hard rosy tip.

“Oh, Jake, darling!” she cried out as he did the same to her other breast.

Chazz then spun her around and pushed her toward the tree. To keep from falling, she reached out to grasp the tree. He pushed her dress up to her waist, gripped her hips and pulled them toward him, bending her over. A delightful teasing laugh escaped her lips as she spread her legs and thrust her ass out for him. He moved up behind her and his long cock moved between her legs, bumping and rubbing against the sodden folds of her sex.

“Do you want me now?” he asked as he dragged the fat head of his cock back and forth along her slit, thrusting forward to circle her clit then back along her wetness to brush against the tight rosy bud of her ass.

“Oh, god, yes, Jake!” she cried out with a shiver. “I want to feel you deep inside me!”

“Mmm, yes, you are ready for me,” he replied feeling her dripping pussy coat his cock with the nectar of her arousal. Placing his cock at the entrance to her sex, he pushed forward only enough to part the folds of her sex, then pulled back. Again he pushed forward and barely entered her before withdrawing again. He was relentless in his movements. Each time he felt more of her envelope his throbbing manhood and each time he heard her gasp when he retreated. Finally he entered her, slipping past the tightness of her labia into the warm silky depths of her cunt. He held himself there for a moment savoring the delicious pleasure of her pussy clenching tightly around him. She felt so hot and wet and tight to him.

“Oh, Jake!” she cried out. “I want you to fuck me so much! Please! Please, fuck me!”

“Oh, you are an eager one, aren’t you, Baby?” He leaned forward and gripped her shoulders, his face coming near her cheek. “I’ve wanted this for so long too. I want you to enjoy every inch of this.”

Chazz began to rock his hips back and forth, with each thrust stuffing his hungry cock a fraction farther inside her until his belly finally pushed up against the plush cheeks of her ass. Just as when first entering her, he held himself deep inside her for a few moments, feeling the head of his cock bump against her cervix, every inch of his manhood buried deep inside her.

“Fuck me … fuck me, Jake … please …” she whispered, her voice pleading with him, imploring him to finish what he had started earlier in the day. All of their playful teasing had come to this and they were locked in an embrace that would forever change their relationship.

“Yes, Nicole,” Chazz growled into her ear. “Let’s!”

 

[Original_Cyn2]

randi

Her mind explodes in a riot of erotic sensation, her body all hunger and greedy aching need. She’d thought she’d found the apex to her emotions, feeling his body plunge itself into the depths of her wanton mouth, sensing the intensity of his desire for her, seeing those hot, arousal darkened eyes pinned on her.

She’d been wrong. The kiss, after he pulled her upward, seared her nerves, leaving her trembling before him. Panties clutched firmly between her clenched fingers, his mouth at her breast, the gentle bites and eager sucking rhythm makes her moan huskily, Jake’s name on her lips, somehow, despite her abandon, still playing the game. For the briefest of moments the irony of moaning another man’s name and hearing Chazz’s achingly sensual growl of response teases her.

“Do you want me now?” the husky snarl, as if torn from deep within leaves her weak, aching and ready. More ready than she’s ever been.

Feeling the rough bark of the cedar tree against her palms, the rub of his rampant, glorious masculinity bumping against her nether lips, taunting her clit, stroking the sensitive rim of her ass takes her to another level of existence. His slow access deep within her hungry cunt makes her howl.

“Please, Jake…please…oh God…Yes!..Yes! Ohhhhh,” his rhythm, filling her more fully with each stroke brings tears to her eyes, a pleading tone to her voice. His hips, pressed fully into the soft curves of her ass, pause as they reach their deepest extension.

“Yes, Nicole, lets…”

“No..no…no, Jake..please!” her pussy wraps its silken folds around the hard throbbing length inside of her, gripping, releasing, stroking his length, pulsing around him. “Don’t stop Jake. Take me harder, God baby fuck me! Oh yeah, Jake…”

The rasping pant of their breath, the fast, hard slap of his hips and thighs against her ass, her whimpers and his soft grunts with each full stroke are the only sounds around them. Her hips strive backwards as he drives into her intimate depths with long, shuddering strokes, his skin slippery with perspiration against hers. She moves to the heated rhythm he’s set, abandoning herself, driven by the most intense excitement of all as each muscle clenches, grips him, pulses through her belly. She moans with the ecstasy of fulfillment, sensual shockwaves spreading from the very center of her body to drain her momentarily of all thought.

Chazz’s groan of raw satisfaction heightens the moment; the full hard depth of him as he hits his peak sending her into secondary convulsions that subside slowly. She glories in the weight of him against her, his arms encircling her slim waist, spent and satiated.

“Oh Chazz…” her soft, trembling whisper reverberates with satisfaction and sheer pleasure.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz Mitchell

“Randi … Randi … Jesus, baby …” Chazz breathed heavily, abandoning the pretense of role-playing in the throes of quaking shuddering orgasm. He could feel her inner depths gripping and pulsating against his hard sticky cock still buried deep inside her. Never had he been so overcome with passion and desire that he would ignore the tenets of his gentleman’s code and have sex with an employee. There had been more than a few housekeepers and gardeners and one pool girl in particular that had tempted him. But not one of them had looked or moved or talked with the intense sensuality that Randi possessed.

As he stood, his arms wrapped around her trim waist, her body rising up, leaning back against him, Chazz kissed her neck, her ear, her shoulder, and traced his hands over every part of her body his fingers could reach. They remained together beneath the tall cedars, the warm afternoon breeze and the dappled sunlight washing over their bodies, their only vocalization a series of whimpers and moans and sighs. Eventually their passion had ebbed and his cock had grown flaccid and slipped from inside her.

“We should be getting back,” Chazz said as they turned for a kiss before dressing. He found the little looks they flashed toward each other while dressing amusing and delightlful. As Randi stepped into her panties and adjusted them around her pussy and hips and ass, he thought of how he might want to explore those regions the next time. And when she passed her arms back into her dress and straightened it around her shoulders and breasts, he looked longingly at the beautiful curves of her breasts, thinking of how he could spend an hour worshipping them. But then would there be a next time? The look in her eyes as she watched him get dressed seemed to say that there would be a next time … maybe several next times.

Hand in hand they walked back through the tree line to the car and drove the short way down to his house. As the Jag pulled to a stop in the garage, Randi turned to him.

“So how are you going to spend the rest of your afternoon?” she asked, her light blues sparkling at him.

“I have some work to do,” he said. “And I have to get to it soon.”

“I guess I should do the same,” she said.

They shared another kiss that maybe lingered longer than it probably should have but left them both smiling warmly. Chazz hustled up to the main house and breezed through a quick shower. As he did so, words began to form in his mind. Descriptions, dialog, actions all seemed to flood his head. He spoke some of them aloud even as the shower rained down on him. In too much of a hurry to dress, he slipped into a robe and went straight to his writing table in the office, pulling out a fresh legal pad and taking a deep breath.

Then Chazz began to write. His hand could scarcely keep up with his thoughts and words. The encounter he had shared with Randi transformed into the story of Nicole and Jake. The visual experience, the feelings, the sensations all flowed out onto the page. He madly scribbled away, unmindful of the time passing. His only interruption was when Randi appeared, fresh from her own shower, dressed comfortably for the warm afternoon. She quietly positioned the notepad and began to type on the computer.

From time to time they took turns looking up from their work, glancing out the windows then over to each other before turning back to their task. At one point Chazz looked up and over at Randi. She sat in front of the computer, looking out toward the valley, her hand idly twirling a lock of her jet-black hair. When she noticed his gaze, she blushed and began typing furiously.

Chazz rose from his chair and walked over to her, placing his hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him and when she did, he bent down and kissed her, a long slow wet kiss full of lips brushing and tongues twisting and hot breath washing over their faces. When they finally broke to freshen their exhausted lungs, Randi looked at him quizzically.

“What was that for?” she asked.

“Just checking to see if your lips taste as sweet as I remember them,” he said, then licked and smacked his own.

“And?”

“Mmm-mmm! Sweeter than wine!” he said.

He noticed the way her eyes were drifting down from his face over his body and was away that his robe was loosening up. He cinched up the belt tighter and returned to his desk, suddenly aware of the reawakening throbbing of his manhood. From just a kiss! He thought. Just a kiss!

In the next moment, he was lost in a flurry of words, trying to set them down on paper before they vanished. The entire sequence was falling into place. Nicole’s sudden disappearance, Jake’s concern, his search for her, his remembrance of her “special place,” his mad dash to find her, their reunion, their love making; it all poured out onto the page. Upon re-reading the passages, he saw that it needed little editing.

When he glanced over at Randi again, she was still typing, but fitfully so. She paused and looked off dreamily into the distance. He watched as she lazily lifted one hand from the keyboard to her breast, touching herself gently, her thumb moving back and forth over her nipple. She scooped her hand over to the other breast, cupped it and squeezed it. For a moment, her eyes fluttered and closed. Then her bright blues opened and she went back to her typing.

Chazz soon dusted off the sequence he had been working on. Reading it over and making a few notes for Randi’s benefit. He rose from the writing table and went over to the computer desk and set the pad down beside her.

“This is the conclusion to Chapter 20 and all of Chapter 21,” he said proudly. She looked up at him and nodded. “How’s it coming for you?”

“It’s going well,” she answered, patting a nice stack of yellow pages. “I’ve got all of these finished, “And just these to do.”

“Great!” Chazz remarked pleased to see the progress she had made in just a few days. “It’s so nice out, I’m going down for a swim,” he said. “You can come down and join me when you’re through … if you want.”

“Ok, thanks,” Randi replied.

Chazz left her and descended to the lower level and stepped out onto the deck heading toward the pool. Even though he had just left Randi upstairs, he was so used to having the place to himself that he was standing by the pool ready to doff his robe when he realized that he was naked underneath. He chuckled to himself. It’s not like she hasn’t seen me naked before, he thought. What the hell! With a shrug of his shoulders, he slipped the robe off his shoulders and tossed it onto a nearby chair.

Moving over to the edge of the deep end, he dove into the cool clear water, feeling its refreshing effect surround him. He swam to the far side before surfacing, then tucked back down and began to do his laps, the water and the endorphins generated by the exercise recharging him. When he finally took a break, he surfaced and folded his arms up onto the edge of the pool, breathing slowly but deeply. It was then that he noticed Randi, sitting on the chair, his robe in her lap.

“So are you going to join me?” he asked, swimming over closer to where she sat. She seemed intrigued by his invitation.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

She loved the look in his eyes when their bodies separated and they began to dress. She could see the thoughts and ideas whirling around like a storm behind those glowing green eyes. They stood together for long breathless moments, she beneath the circle of his arms,catching her breath, feeling the slow waves of passion recede to ripples.

The ripples in her mind were a different animal altogether. They didn’t recede, in fact, they seemed to grow, each spawning a new question. Exquisite satisfaction and glee at the outcome of their little game rivaled a growing concern about their actions and where it would lead. Shrugging off the questions she chose to bask in the glory of the day, a small grin of primal fulfillment teasing the corners of her lips.

She stared at her partner boldly as they dressed, enjoying the sheer maleness of him. Her eyes caressed the determined cheekbones, the shattering depths of the green eyes and the full, sensual lips that smiled back at her. The exquisitely muscled shoulders and arms that had held her weight and fastened around her hips, pulling her backwards, harder and harder as he plunged into her time and time again. The lean, trim hips covered again with the luster of black silk, the taut lithe thighs. God he was something! Their eyes meet again in mutual pleasure, walking toward the car. She feels the slick cascade of her juices and his, wet her panties, and dampen her thighs as they climb into the vehicle.

She looked forward to getting back, the fire in his eyes and the itchy fingers promised great work ahead. Taking her time while showering, replaying each sensual moment back in her head as her fingers lavished infinite care on every area he’d touched, reliving the sensations so fully she’d found herself gasping, kneeling on the floor of her shower, fingers plunged deep within, orgasm flowing through her like the water falling over her. She’d dressed, finding something light; a casual navy mini, a white and navy sleeveless blouse with a nautical theme. She’d put up her hair, wrapping the long, shimmering black tresses through a comb clamp, winding the length of it into a smart, professional chignon leaving a few stray wisps to dangle at her ears.

Then she’d descended to the office. Her first glimpse of him, wrapped in a robe that when standing would come to his knees, left her a little breathless, her eyes lingering on the corded muscles of his thighs. She’d tried to give him some time to write, to get down the thoughts bubbling in his mind and was not disappointed to see the stack of papers he handed over, his smile triumphant. Battlingthe urge to pat his head, so childlike the glee of completion in his eyes, Randi praised his efforts, smiling at him with wry humor.

And then she’d begun typing…and reading…He’d captured the emotions and the nuances of their afternoon to perfection. She found herself gazing out the window, remembering, playing with a stray lock of hair and hastily reoriented herself on the pages in front of her. His kiss made her toes curl.

When he’d risen to leave, to go swim, issuing her an invitation...well, in any other circumstance she’d have be aching to join him. With the pages in front of her she found herself wrapped in a haze of memory, of agreement, reliving the euphoria in the words that he’d written and just smiled, with a soft, bemused “Thanks” as he left.

She didn’t know how long she’d been sitting in the chair at the poolside. She’d finished the pages he’d written, basking in their sensuality and her own erotic response and followed him downstairs, shaken by his skill, the pictures his words created in her head. In a happy haze of sensation, she became aware of the man in front of her, his tan arms resting on the lip of the pool, green eyes shining up at her, the husky voice entreating her to join him. Only just realizing he was naked in the poola sudden shyness gripped her, her own eyes dropping away from his.

“I…I want you know,” her voice soft, husky, even a little timid, “that I enjoyed those chapters immensely, Chazz. You’re very talented. The scenes play through the mind like a movie, sensual, subtle, evocative. If you ever need a little literary…encouragement…” her eyes sparkle, meeting his, “feel free to call on me…anytime…night or day.” The small impish grin on her lips is not lost to him as she stands, releasing the clasp of her skirt, letting it fall around her feet, pulling the top off and standing before him nude and gleaming in the sunshine.

His expression is worth the world to her, the appreciation, the hunger and the humor. She steps to the rim of the pool, directly before him, watching the emotions play across his expressive face as she stands there, poised, before him. Falling sensually to her knees in front of him, a knee on the outerside of each of his hands, she leans forward, one breast, rosy nippled and taut sliding lightly against his cheek, her lips pressing softly against his ear.

“How about a game of Marco Polo?” she laughs at his response, no words, his eyes fixed decisively on the tautly beckoning little peak as he nods. Bringing one hand beneath the firm slope of her breast, she brings the nipple to his mouth, savoring the sweet succor he gives. “You’re it…and you have to find me,” she whispers, pulling back, rising and diving into the pool behind him, it’s cool liquid surrounding her, engulfing her as she slides through it gracefully.

As a Pisces, this is her element, along with the world of dreams. She rises to the surface at the far end of the pool, slicking the water off her face and looks around. A world of dreams, indeed, her gaze falling on the blonde hair and comically closed eyes of the man she can only label a dream weaver.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz Mitchell

Like a polished bronze statue Randi had posed in the brilliant sun, every inch of her tanned skin perfectly revealed to his thirsty eyes. Chazz felt his body respond seeing her completely nude up close for the first time. He could scarcely contain his rampant appreciation of her beauty. But it was more than merely that; it was her seductive offer of “literary encouragement,” the incredibly sensual way she had shed her clothing, her lively spirit, and the innate intelligence that she kept hidden behind the flash of her good looks that also appealed to him.

Chazz drank in the motion of her body as she moved toward the pool, toward him. He sought to capture every nuance of her stride, the marvelous mixture of line and curve, bounce and sway when she moved. And then as he looked up at her eagerly, she posed again and he let his eyes glide over her carefully, from her toes, painted delightfully to match her fingernails, up over her well turned calves, the sleek smooth skin of her thighs, the trim fleshy folds of her bare sex, the hint of her ass cheeks visible between her legs, the fascinating undulations of her belly and waist, the proud firm swelling of each breast, her lean trim arms, posed and arranged just so, her shoulders, her face, her eyes … each feature he memorized, each feature created a renewed yearning inside him.

Then she kneeled, the intoxicating scent of her freshly washed body filling his senses, the warm flesh of her breast brushing his cheek, her stiff nipple offered to his hungry mouth. Then like a fickle summer breeze, she arose and dove into the pool and their game was on. Marco Polo, eh? Chazz laughed to himself and closed his eyes. No fair cheating, he thought as he swam to the center of the pool. That would spoil all the fun.

“Marco …” he called out, pivoting his blind head from side to side.

“Polo …” she replied from a corner of the shallow end near the stairs. Then he heard a splash of the water as she submerged or swam away.

“Marco …” he called out again, waiting for the answer.

“Polo …” came the reply from the opposite corner.

“Marco …” Chazz moved toward her voice only to her a splash as she kicked off in a different direction. He thought he felt the rush of water as she swam past him. He reached out but his flailing arm grasped only water.

“Polo …” came her voice from near the dropoff, accompanied by a girlish giggle and the splash of her arms treading water.

“Marco …” Chazz dove quickly toward where he had heard her voice, his arms fanning out. He thought he heard another giggle and his hand brushed against an ankle.

“Polo …” he heard when he surfaced, the giggle and splashing more intense.

“Marco …” he shouted quickly and dove and kicked again toward her.

“Polo …” he heard as he swam underwater, his arms waving through the water searching for a grasp of her. Chazz surfaced long enough to call out again.

“Marco …” but this time he dove down not where she was but off to the side where he guessed she might go.

“Polo …” he heard burbling beneath the surface, Randi’s voice much more excited. He turned quickly and swam toward the voice. He felt the swish of the water as she kicked away, swimming from him. With several long strokes his hand reached out and felt a foot. With another strong kick his hand captured the ankle that belonged to the foot.

“Marco …” he said as he surfaced, his other hand reaching for the other ankle and finding it despiter her best efforts to kick herself free of his grasp.

“Polo?” she replied, still trying desperately to free herself from him.

“Marco …” Chazz called out, softer this time as he set his feel on the bottom and pulled her toward him, reeling her in like his fresh catch of the day.

“Polo …” Randi replied as he pulled her legs around his hips and reached for her waist.

“Marco …” he said as he felt her legs wrap around his hips and the mound of her sex press up against his cock that was quickly growing stiff.

“Polo …” she replied softly as his hand moved up over her body finally reaching her shoulders.

“Marco …” Chazz whispered as he blindly brought his mouth toward hers.

“Polo …” Randi replied in a lush whisper as their lips met gently. Her voice punctuated their soft tender kisses. “… Polo … Polo … Polo …”

Her hands wound around his shoulders and she pressed her body against his, her hips grinding gently but insistently. Chazz crossed his arms behind her back and clutched her tightly, feeling her firm breasts flatten against the tensed muscles of his chest. Randi dug her nails into his back as their kiss escalated from soft and sweet and gentle to something wild and savage. Tongues wrestled, teeth nipped at lips, fingers dug deep into flesh, hips ground madly, moans and growls erupted.

“Chazz … Chazz …” she sighed as his mouth kissed her neck just below her ear.

“Randi …” he growled as he drew his tongue around the rim of her ear, feeling her body squirm in his grasp. “Randi … you know what?”

“What?” she asked breathlessly. Chazz drew his head back and opened his eyes. He had often discussed with his friends how if you truly want to measure the beauty of a woman, you have to see her wet and naked. He quivered at the sight of the petite woman in his arms, wonderfully wet and naked. Her black hair was clinging to her head, her eyes were blinking through the drops of water speckling her face, and her smile was broad and pleasing. She truly was a beauty! He could feel his maleness throb and grow as other thoughts began to fly. “What?” she repeated.

Chazz grinned devilishly and slipped his hands underneath her arms, before shouting, “You’re it!”

He quickly boosted Randi up, tossing her up into the air and away from him, her voice screaming loudly, her arms and legs flailing wildly as she plunged back into the water with a huge splash. Chazz dove down below the surface and saw that she was righting herself, her shapely legs kicking, her arms paddling. Mmm-mmm! Good! he thought as he viewed the sight of her naked body through the flurry of air bubbles in the water. Then he heard her voice call out, “Marco …”

He swam to the far corner of the pool in the deep end and surfaced. “… Polo …” he replied.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

The game continued, Randi catching Chazz, stealing a few ardent kisses and fevered caresses before flip flopping the roles. Inevitably, their searches grew shorter, their hungry intimacies growing longer, taking precedence.

Later, when they were breathless with need he caught her on the steps leading into the pool, the urgency of their bodies becoming too much and they stumbled from the water, limbs entangled making every step a challenge.

Dropping into a chaise, he pulled her down on top of him, another breathless round of kisses fueling the fire in her belly. Warm wet flesh sliding damply together creating exquisite friction between them, eager hands stroking the other to sensual heights of abandon.

With a wanton shudder she’d risen up dropping her knees onto the frame of the chair, straddling his hips and reaching between them, one hand gripping his hard, throbbing masculinity between them. The gleam of pleasure, hungry, demanding in his eyes had her clenching her lower lip in her teeth as she battled her own greedy arousal. Slowly she’d lowered herself against the length of his shaft, slicking him with her wetness. When the head of him nudged her clit for the first time she’d tasted the coppery bead of blood her own teeth had drawn from her lip and tossed restraint to the winds, lifting herself over him, teasing his knob with the tightness of her sex before plunging down on him, slowly, but fully, filling herself with him.

God! The look on his striking face, the intensity of the need in his gaze…she could feel it reflected in her own as she tried to keep the rhythm steady, and slow. She watched the pulse raging in the column of his throat as his hands reached for her hips, urging her down harder, the long lean muscles in his belly and shoulders writhing with each plunge. Soft whimpers of bliss fall from her parted lips.

And suddenly the rhythm changed, his grip brutal against the soft flesh of her hips. The slow clench of her muscles around the hard, aching column of him deep inside, feeling him jerk in response. Their gazes never left each other, her lips forming one small, silent word.

“Now?” his eyes fluoresce, the low, rasping grunt of affirmation throwing her over the peak. Greedily, she watched his expression feeding off the flood of rapt sensual surrender as he slides unmistakably toward climax. Randi stills above him, her body clenched around his in rippling waves of climax, her hips pressed down, his arched up, filling her completely.

“Yes,” the word spills from both of them, a symphony of inarticulate sensual capitulation, bouncing through the air around them. Her head, tossed backwards, reveling in each throbbing pulse of his release inside her, mouth open, howling her release to the world.

Slowly, slowly reality returns, his grasping, clenching hands at her hips relaxing as she lowers her eyes to him once more. Behind them, on the patio of the main house, a woman stands, her blue eyes sparkling with an emotion Randi can’t define. She feels her own eyes widen with shock, a crimson blush staining her cheeks, aware of the picture she must make; her long black hair a chaos around her shaking shoulders, the full swell of her breasts, wanton in their movement with the rise and fall of each breath, her lips still curved in a sensual snarl of frenzy.

“Oh God…please tell me you’re not married,” her quiet whisper drifts between them, fraught with tension as she remains frozen above him.

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

His eyes flashed between the two women, the stunningly beautiful but naked woman straddling his hips, still holding his long stiff cock deep inside her snug wet pussy and the tall rangy brown-eyed blonde sporting a mildly curious expression, dressed fashionably in pink and white. It was all Chazz could do to keep from laughing outright, knowing how his chuckling might affect the two women in completely different ways. He pulled Randi’s ear down to his lips and whispered, “No, baby, I am not married … anymore at least … that I know of …” He kissed her cheek, the tip of her nose, then her lips, warmly and softly. Then he glanced over at the intruding woman.

“Sorry, but you know how terrible I am about introductions,” Chazz said, feeling Randi writhe in a fit of indecision. She looked at the other woman then back at Chazz. Perhaps it was from observing Chazz’s level of comfort, but she sat upright, her naked body glistening proudly in the late afternoon sunlight. “Randi, this is Marise, my agent … Marise, this is Randi, my new personal assistant.” Chazz could see the roll of the eyes and hear the deep sigh spill from Marise.

“Nice to meet you,” Randi said with a smile.

“Hi, honey,” Marise said politely to Randi before moving closer and looking down at Chazz. “Charles … Charles … Charles,” she repeated. “A personal assistant? On whose payroll? Knopf doesn’t pay for ‘personal assistants’ … you know that.”

“Randi is my employee,” Chazz replied. “She’s been a great help with the new book … gotten everything organized and typed up … just like you’ve been begging me to do.”

“So I can see, Charles,” Marise laughed. “She certainly seems to have an aptitude for something … your secret source of inspiration?”

Chazz hated when Marise called him Charles. He hated when anyone called him that, but that was an entirely different story.

“Something like that,” Chazz replied. He could feel the muscles in Randi’s pussy still clamping tightly around him, milking his satiated cock. He kept his hands on her body, caressing each curve his fingers encountered, teasing the taut rosy nipples of her breasts, tracing the curvature of her spine from her shoulders down to her ass. Marise’s big dark brown eyes followed his hands wherever they moved.

“Well, I have to admit this is a new take on the casual dress code and employee relations,” Marise commented. “Not to say, fringe benefits, sexual harassment and artistic development.”

“There’s no harassment here,” Randi interjected, rocking her hips gently, apparently aware the remaining swell of Chazz’s manhood. “You know Chazz is very big … on fitness that is. This is just one of the ways that he promotes recreation during break times … you know how the government mandates rest breaks during the working day.”

“Oh, brother!” Marise replied letting out a chuckle.

“Well, maybe I should be going now,” Randi said with a proud toss of her head. “You two probably have a lot of business stuff to talk about.” She started to rise up from the lounge but Chazz kept his hands on her body, running them over her glorious skin, savoring every inch of her body.

“No, you should be a part of this, Randi,” Chazz said, planting another strong kiss on her lips.

“What I really need to do is jump in that pool again,” Randi said.

Chazz released her hips from his firm grip and she rose up from him, his fat cock finally popping free of her pussy. Randi smiled at Marise and strode over to the pool and dove in, swimming strongly toward the far end.

“So where’d you meet her, Charles?” Marise asked, her eyes still on Randi.

“The coffee shop,” Chazz replied, swinging his feet around and standing beside Marise. “She needed a job … I needed someone to help … just like that.”

“She’s very pretty, Charles … a little young for you maybe,” Marise said, observing as Randi turned smoothly at the deep end and swam back toward them. “But is she any good?”

Chazz let out a hearty laugh.

“Not at that … I could see that she is very good at that,” Marise chuckled. “I’m talking about what’s going to payoff at the bookstores.”

“She’s a decent typist, she’s smart, good sense of humor, good sense of fun,” Chazz enumerated. “I’ve been quite surprised, to be honest.”

“And the fact that she fucks like a rabbit has nothing to do with it?” Marise shot back.

“That is cold, Mare … frigid,” Chazz remarked. Randi had reached the stairs and began to climb up from the pool. Chazz loved to see how secure she was with her looks to parade before a complete stranger in the nude.

“I should dry off and get dressed,” Randi said as she rung the water from her dark hair.

“Not on my account,” Marise replied. “Chazz might not have told you but … I like girls.” Her voice fell to a whisper as her last words spilled out.

“So you don’t mind us … me … him?” Randi asked.

“Hell no! I’m very non-judgmental about most things,” Marise said then gestured toward Chazz. “He’s got nothing I haven’t already seen before … and you, you’re something I haven’t ever seen before.”

“So who’s hungry?” Chazz asked as he retrieved a towel from the cabinet and held it out for Randi.

“I’m starved,” Randi replied, turning her back to him so that he could drape the towel around her shoulders. She looked over at Marise. “I can’t help being hungry since my boss works me so hard.”

Marise chuckled.

“Why don’t I rinse off and get something going for dinner?” Chazz offered. “Then we can sit around and read over the latest pages.”

Once agreed, Chazz took a quick swim and slipped into his robe while Randi wrapped herself up in a towel that always seemed to pull away revealing her tanned beauty to both pairs of appreciative eyes. She tried tucking it back but finally gave up and sat through dinner topless, drawing admiring glances from both of her dinner companions. By the time they had finished dinner and had opened a third bottle of wine it was well into the evening and the sun was setting on the ocean, water and the light high clouds painted with streaks of pink and scarlet and purple.

“So what do you think?” Chazz asked Marise as she thumbed through the last of the pages Randi had printed off for her review. Marise sat reading intently, flipping back and forth, her expression tight and closed. It could have been a frown, it could have been the dressing on the salad didn’t sit well with her stomach. Chazz couldn’t tell because she always looked that way when she read his drafts. Then she shook her head side to side.

“I can’t remember the last time I’ve read something like this,” Marise said. “I’ve come to expect certain things from your writing Charles, but this … this is something quite different.”

Chazz looked at her expectantly. “So?”

“Sooo, I have to admit, this is good, very good,” Marise commented. “Very intense and striking, vivid descriptions, captivating action … what kind of drugs did you slip into his coffee?” she remarked with a grin, looking over at Randi.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

“…anymore, at least...that I know of…” her mind spun with the relief that answer swept through her and the thousands of unanswered questions it brought with it. As the attractive woman walked towards them, Randi was able to read the emotions sparkling out of the depths of those brown eyes. She realized it was the shimmering reflection of the pool's water that had made them look, initially, blue. She also realized that the woman was both amused and intrigued by the picture they made, still joined, on the chair.

Arching upright, her breasts saucily at attention before her, Randi felt Chazz slip deliciously deeper inside of her, his stamina and the sheer fact that he still throbbed deep within her causing her to shudder.

“Nice to meet you,” Randi felt her cheeks heat, watching the woman roll her eyes and hearing the deep sigh. She couldn’t blame Marise, either…there was nothing in the least professional about the sprawl of their sated bodies. She relaxed a bit on top of Chazz’s passion slicked hips, his fingers caressing the sleek curve of her hip, drifting upward to play with her nipples, listening to them talk about her as if she weren’t there. She wasn’t fooled. Now it was her turn to be intrigued, arching into the soft play of his fingers, watching Marise’s eyes follow every move, her tongue sneaking out to caress her full bottom lip in a sensual little caress as she did so.

They exchanged repartee and the husky chuckle that fell from Marise’s lips, along with the sense of elicit anticipation between the three of them made her squirm. This was his editor, for God’s sake, an important person in his professional life. What was wrong with herself today, Randi wondered, giving a mental shake, pulling her thoughts away from the subtle charms of the blonde woman and making an attempt to leave them to business.

Chazz’s strong fingers, digging against her hips to restrain her, gave her a nice internal shudder, glad that he didn’t want her to leave but also from the low, dull throb of the bruises left behind from an earlier grip. She licked her lips, suppressing the soft whimper that threatened to spill from her lips and slipped away from him, heading for the pool.

The chill of the water helped to focus her thoughts away from the sexual. She came out of the pool, her long, graceful stride drawing their attention as the water cascaded from her hair, sluicing over the curve of her shoulders, flowing over and between her breasts, to spill over the flat expanse of her belly and down between her thighs.

Her eyes admired the raw masculine grace of her employer, standing with easy confidence talking to Marise, both turned to watch her exit from the pool. A low slow shiver of interest shook her. What a great threesome they would make, her dark hair and light eyes a complete contrast to the blonde dark haired woman in front of her. Stop it, Cynthia, her mind whispered, her slim hands reaching up to bundle the long dark tresses of her hair, ringing the water from it as her stride brought her in front of them.

“…I like girls…” Randi wasn’t surprised. She’d understood that from the moment Marise had gotten close enough to read the interest in her eyes…an interest Randi reciprocated, fully.

“Who’s hungry?” Chazz’s eyes glowed with an amusement. He'd recognized the interest between the two women in front of him. Her lighthearted responses brought the expected chuckle from them both.

She’d been amazed at the level of rapport and easy intimacy between them at dinner. Normally, she would have been fighting her conservative upbringing, fidgeting in her chair when the towel refused to cover her. Instead, she’d basked under the attention of both sets of eyes, appreciating the quick humor and finely honed wit of the woman editor and enjoying a new side to her employer, the calm concise mind of a talented writer.

“What kind of drugs did you slip into his coffee?” Marise’s remark settled two things in Randi’s head. One, that she appreciated the quality and the artistic play of the pages in front of her and two, that she was willing to accept Randi as more than a simple toy in Chazz’s company...maybe not much more, yet, but it was a start. A small smile teased her lips as she glanced up at Marise, her nipples hardening under her intent stare.

“I don’t work that way, Mari, I’m more like the patch…the slow, constant release of hormones that keep the …er…creative juices flowing…” the soft chuckles that followed and the slow, intimate caress of Chazz’s hand made her mind wander...

 

[Miltone]

Chazz

For some strange wonderful reason time seemed to be slowing down for a change. In the company of two lovely women, Chazz was at rest. The one he had known for years and had grown into a nearly sibling kind of relationship. Marise was the sister he never had and never missed until he learned the value of such a relationship. The other companion was new and fresh and full of surprises, wonderful surprises at that. Randi was … was … was something else entirely. She defied any attempt at classification and he liked it like that.

All through dinner he couldn’t keep his hands away from her, and she didn’t seem to object. It wasn’t like he was pawing her as though he was some crude animalistic Neanderthal; it was more a series of light touches, simple acknowledgements that she was there, that he liked having her there, that he wanted to connect with her, and wanted her to connect with him. They sat close, her hands cheating on the borders of his robe, his hands finding ample avenues of approach through her towel.

He smiled appreciatively when listening to Randi and Marise talk, admittedly more than a little relieved to see them establish a warm friendly rapport. They would need to if this arrangement was going to work. The wine and light-hearted conversation made for a relaxed atmosphere out on the deck.

“I should get this table cleared off,” Chazz said as the girls shared a giggle. “Perhaps I can rustle up a little dessert?”

“I think you should do just that,” Marise agreed, leaning back in her chair and looking out toward the ocean dreamily. Although Chazz had turned on the outdoor lighting so they could read, it was subdued enough not obscure the canopy of stars overhead. “And maybe some of that great old cognac that Brumblebutt sent you after your last opus hit the bestsellers list.”

“Cognac it is,” Chazz replied and started into the house carrying a stack of empty plates.

“Let me give you a hand,” Randi volunteered, jumping up and following after him, wrapping her towel snuggly around her hips.

Inside the kitchen, the dishwasher was loaded, the clutter of preparing dinner cleared away, and Chazz rummaged through the fridge.

“So who’s Brumblebutt?” Randi asked as she wiped up around the sink.

“William R. Brumm, my esteemed publisher,” Chazz replied with a laugh. “We call him Brumblebutt because he has what must be the world’s largest ass … huge, just really … really huge!”

“Will I ever meet him?” she asked.

“Maybe, but not if you want to be spared the history of publishing in New York,” Chazz laughed. “Everyone he meets—especially pretty young women—get to hear his life story. It’s been known to put even the most energetic personality to sleep within minutes.”

Randi giggled.

“And speaking of pretty young women with energetic personalities,” Chazz said, moving up behind her, slipping his hands under her arms and up to cup her breasts. He nuzzled his face into her hair and nipped at her neck playfully. He felt her nipples grow taut instantly and his cock lengthen in anticipation as he pressed his hips against her backside.

“Um, I thought we were supposed to be getting dessert,” Randi said as she rested her hands on top of his, following the gentle circular path they were taking as they explored her warm tender flesh.

“For me, this is dessert,” Chazz replied, squatting down behind her and pushing her towel up over her hips. Randi arched her back as she thrust her hips back toward him as he re-introduced his tongue to the warm slit of her sex. She leaned forward, grasping the edge of the countertop as Chazz ran his tongue from the tight bud of her ass down along the moist channel of her pussy until it touched her clit. His lips closed around her little nub and suckled it tenderly. His voice was a husky whisper. “Sweetest and tastiest dessert I know …”

With a final flurry from his tongue, Chazz kissed her pussy once more and then rose up and went to the freezer.

“Oh, no fair,” Randi said, still leaning forward on that sink counter, her bare ass raised and wiggling at him.

“Don’t worry, babe,” Chazz grinned. “We’ve got all night you know.” Then he reached over and smacked his hand across the right cheek of her ass bringing a sudden gasp from her.

“Oh, no fair!” Randi cried out softly.

Chazz pulled open the freezer door and looked through the contents, eventually pulling out a container of some Guernsey’s homemade ice cream. From the fridge he pulled out a carton of heavy whipping cream. Randi stood up and watched as he set the containers on the counter. “I love this stuff … they use only the freshest ingredients,” he announced reaching into the cupboard to pull down the hand mixer. Chazz looked over at Randi and noticed the rouge of arousal flooding her neck and chest and the puckered erect nipples. “Want to give me a hand with this?” he asked as he dumped the cream into a mixing bowl.

“I’ll give you a hand all right,” Randi replied.

As Chazz started up the mixer whipping the heavy cream with the beaters, Randi fished her hand through the folds of his robe, quickly finding his thick cock dangling between his legs. She slowly curled her fingers around his girth and he felt his organ quickly grow longer and harder in the circle of her grip.

“Ermm, pinch … of sugar … in the cream,” Chazz murmured as he continued to whip up the cream.

With her one hand continuing to stroke Chazz’s hot hard cock, Randi dipped the fingers of her other hand into the sugar bowl and extracted a pinch of sugar and then sprinkled it into the bowl of cream. Then she placed her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean.

“Mmm, sweet,” she cooed into his ear. Her thumb passed over the tip of his cock, now extending from his robe, smearing the sticky precum over the mushy head, making Chazz wince with pleasure.

“More … sugar … more …” he murmured.

“More, babe?” Randi teased, the pressure from her little hand increasing on his cock. She dipped her other fingers into the sugar bowl and sprinkled the white powder into the cream.

“Yes, more,” Chazz said, his voice thick with passion. “More sugar …”

“Anything for you, babe,” she whispered into his ear. Randi sprinkled more sugar into the bowl of whipped cream, but this time, instead of sucking her fingers clean, she brushed her fingertips over the head of his cock. She leaned over to lick the dusting of sugar off his cock with her warm and wet little pink tongue. “Mmm, sweet!” she hummed.

The touch of her tongue to his throbbing member brought a growl from deep in Chazz’s chest. Randi swirled her tongue around and around the head of his cock, flicked it wildly on the underside of the tip, then ran it up and down the length of his shaft several times. Chazz gripped the hand mixer and bowl of cream tightly as he felt the incredible sensations spiral through his body.

“More … sugar …” he groaned as peaks began to form in the gleaming whipped cream.

“In a minute, babe,” Randi replied, then swirled her tongue around the head of his cock again, making him gasp and groan. He could feel her warm breath and looked down to see her lips part and surround him as she sucked gently. He could feel her tongue never stop moving, wiggling side to side as her mouth descended the length of his cock. She hummed softly, the vibrations adding to his arousal. Her hand cupped his balls gently, holding them, fondling them, squeezing them.

“So what’s the hold up?” Marise called out as she walked into the kitchen. “Does a girl have to pour her own cognac around here or what?” She stopped in her tracks when she caught sight of Randi slowly sucking Chazz’s cock. “Oh, fuck!”

Randi let Chazz slide from her mouth with a loud pop. “Just helping to whip up the cream,” she said with a sexy laugh.

“Christ! If that’s what it takes to get him to do something,” Marise laughed. “I would have learned how to suck a better cock!”

“Whipped cream is done,” Chazz announced switching off the mixer. Randi leaned down and kissed his cock again and then tried tucking it back inside his robe, a difficult task given its fully erect state. So she just left it jutting out through the opening. “And that’s it?” he asked her.

“We’ve got all night, remember, babe?” she replied with an evil grin and a sweet smacking of her lips.

Marise retrieved the choice cognac from the liquor cabinet while Randi and Chazz dished up the ice cream and adding the whipped cream topping. They took turns feeding each other spoons of cream. Marise took down three snifters and brought them with the cognac over to the counter by Randi and Chazz.

“So who does a girl have to suck off to get a taste?”

Randi giggled and held out a spoonful of whipped cream. Marise stepped toward her and opened her mouth. Chazz felt a twinge of arousal watching as Randi slowly fed Marise the cream. Marise took the spoon from Randi and licked it clean. She dipped it into the cream and held it up to Randi’s mouth. Randi opened her mouth and extended her tongue a bit to accept the overflowing spoonful of cream. When a drop patted down on Randi’s breast, Marise grinned and bent down to lick it from the younger woman’s body, her hand helping to guide Randi’s breast to her mouth.

Chazz felt his erect cock twitch at the sight and stepped between them, extending an arm around each of them. They then took their little party out onto the deck and celebrated the start of Chazz’s new novel with toasts of cognac and spoons of ice cream. Marise pushed herself back from the table with a sigh.

“I’m going to have to double my time at the gym if I keep eating like this,” she remarked, patting the subtle curve of her belly.

“Then how about a swim?” Chazz offered enthusiastically. “One of the best forms of exercise known to man.”

“Oh, thanks, but I didn’t bring a suit and should really be going anyway,” Marise replied.

“Not having a suit isn’t a problem around here,” Randi piped up, sitting up in her chair. The natural arch in her back lifted her proud perfect breasts high.

“Besides the night is still young,” Chazz said, standing up. “What could you possibly have to do tomorrow that would make you want to go to bed early?”

“Hmm,” Marise said as if thinking. “Not a thing.”

“Then come on,” Chazz said, opening up his robe and slipping it off. He could feel both pairs of eyes sweep over his body, as he stood tall and naked. Randi then stood and unwrapped her towel from around her hips.

“Last one in is um, what?” Randi asked. “I mean, ‘rotten egg’ is so passé.”

Chazz laughed. “The last one in! Come on, Marise,” he said taking her hand and pulling her toward the pool.

“No wait!” Marise screamed, trying to pull back. “Not in my clothes! This outfit is brand new!”

“Then let’s get you naked, honey,” Chazz said, reaching for the hem of her pink and white print top. Randi sidled over toward her, reaching around for the snap of Marise’s cropped pants.

“Yeah, lets!” Randi giggled as the pants popped open.

“You guys!” Marise squealed and Chazz stripped her top off over her head revealing a skimpy little white lace bra. Randi helped Marise out of her pants and ran her hands up over Marise’s long legs. “You guys!” Randi hooked her fingers around the waistband of Marise’s white lace thong and began to tug it down from her hips. Chazz reached for the clasp of her bra, peeling the dainty garment from her body. With her clothes now piled on her chair, Marise stood tall and slim in all her California blonde beauty. Although he knew well her preference, Chazz had to admit she had a certain sleek elegance that made her quite attractive to either sex. “You guys!” Marise exclaimed again. Chazz grabbed the girls’ hands and pulled them toward the pool. All three fell into the warm water with a squeal and a laugh.

 

[Original_Cyn2]

Randi

Chazz’s constant touches, light caresses, created a rush of contrasting feeling in Randi that she found exhilarating. On one hand, his stroking fingers soothed and relaxed her; on the other, they kept the heat burning in her belly, a slow sensual fire.

When he mentioned dessert, a frisson of excitement stirred her. It wasn’t the word, but some subtle cadence in it that shivered through her. She wanted dessert - she wanted him.

Their easy chatter over the domestic chores warmed her heart and she was almost embarrassed with the frequency and intensity of her gaze on his tanned confident profile.

When he'd slipped up behind her, his warm, muscular flesh beneath the soft terry of the robe, the smell of sun and the pool teasing her senses, she trembled beneath his touch. She’d felt the swelling hunger quiver through her breasts as his touch slid beneath their weight, cupping, stroking, the nipples hardening almost painfully with his touch. The feel of his eager response to her, pressed ardently against the curve of her bottom... exquisite.

Leaning over the cool marble of the countertop, hips thrust backwards she’d thought the sensation, cold on her hard nipples, delicious. His warm breath washing over her thighs had her tensing, stilling above him. The soft probe of his tongue over her sex had her responding with unrestrained ardor that took her to a new level.

“We’ve got all night,” the teasing note in his words thrilled and incensed her, her hungry body demanding so much more. The well-timed, breathtaking slap of his palm across the tender flesh of one cheek left her speechless, moaning with a heat, an all too familiar heat.

She’d loved their play with the cream, her eager fingers stroking him to pulsing excitement, his breathing strained. With her pinch of sugar, she’d squeezed his cock, tugging gently on the shaft, feeling the hunger welling, and the sweet, sticky proof of it slick beneath her thumb’s caress. The taste of him against her tongue was shattering, her body mirroring his as her erotic caress shuddered through him.

Surprisingly, Mari’s sudden presence in the kitchen tickled her, the soft slurp of her eager mouth drawing the woman’s attention. She’d basked, for a moment, knowing the older woman was enjoying the show, before she pulled back from Chazz’s magnificent erection, the hard suction of her lips leaving his knob reverberating around them in a loud pop.

“So, who does a girl have to suck off to get a taste,” Mari’s words fired Randi’s imagination and she slipped a hand beneath the drape of her towel, sliding up the slick flesh of one thigh, fingers dipping into her own sweet pool of cream. ‘Me,’ the word whispered quietly in her mind.

Holding up the spoon laden with whipped cream, Mari stepped forward, her tongue touching the whipped peak in erotic sensuality that flooded Randi’s senses, her full lips engulfing the spoon.

‘God,’ Randi thought, ‘how I’d love to feel those lips against mine, sliding, spreading them wide, her tongue in my mouth. Or playing with my nipples, biting, sucking... or against my clit, the soft slurping sounds of her lips as they wrap around my swollen nub, suckling, rocking over it, pushing its hood back until I buck against her.’

The thought rushes through Randi's mind like a tidal wave, her lips forming a sultry little moue of invitation, nipples tightening to aching little points, clit swelling eagerly, thighs bathed in the tide of her own response. Without looking at Chazz she could sense the desire flooding him at the image they presented, knowing he was aware of her own delicious arousal.

Later, despite Mari’s modest cries, they’d stripped and entered the pool.

“Wait, Mari,” they’d descended to the second shallow step when Randi turned toward the beautiful blonde, one small hand on her hip, pressing her against the edge of the pool. “You have a little spot of whipped cream,” her hand trailed up, brushing back blonde curls to run along the underside of Mari’s jaw, feeling the tense, low shudder in the other woman’s body. “Let me get it for you,” she’d only meant to reach a finger up, wipe off the spot of white cream, but rose to her tiptoes instead, pressing her hungry lips against the upper curve of Mari’s lip, her tongue darting out, caressing, licking, tasting the sweet confection beneath it.

The soft moan from Mari and the shiver of her body melting beneath hers took Randi's breath away. There was nothing tentative to the other woman’s responses, their tongues entwining heatedly, writhing against each other until Randi pulled away with a soft gasp of need, her gaze pulling downward,away, hiding the extent of her own arousal.

On stepping backward, she’d run against the wall of Chazz’s hard, muscular thighs feeling the full throb of his erection sliding between her thighs, nudging up against her sex with the suddeness of her movement, his gasp music to her ears. He pushed her back gently, pressing her against Mari and she could feel the swell of Mari’s mound against her belly, the course brush of her trimmed pussy taunting the ripple of heat in her belly.

“We have all night,” her teasing whisper fell between the writer and his editor as Randi slid from between them, throwing herself into the pool, beckoning them forward.

“I have another little game…” her eyes teases Chazz’s before dropping to admire the full thrust of his cock jutting before him like a flag pole, feeling her own cunt pulse in response.

“It’s twister, for the water. Every player takes their turn, putting one body part against a body part of one of the other players. The first one to slip…well…the other players get to decide their... punishment…” a soft shiver fills her voice with the last rule, her eyes lighting in mischievous glee. “Wanna play?”