Meredith Daulton was working on her next book, by the pool. Charles approached with her brunch.
“Good morning Ms. Daulton. Brunch is served. Your 10:45 is enjoying a brunch. His name and vitals are on the summary card. I’ll bring him out.”
Meredith put her tablet down to review the information.
Paul J. Caruso, 28, Masters of Science in Italian History, a social studies teacher, and a savate professor. Two sisters, parents both deceased. He owns a cottage in Upstate New York. Never been married, has had one cohabitation gf for a little over two years. The female staff says he’s nice on the eyes. One green and one blue eye, light brown hair, five ten and a hundred-eighty pounds. No criminal record, not even a traffic ticket.
“Mr. Caruso, this is Ms. Meredith Daulton. Meredith, this is Mr. Paul J. Caruso.”
“You look just like your file picture. How was your flight?”
“It was good, a delay in Chicago but otherwise uneventful.”
“What do you know about me?”
“Merideth Daulton, writer, and publisher of twenty-six books. Forty-three years young, once divorced, once widowed, two children. You’re an accomplished amateur tennis player and have a degree in Communications.”
“You spent an hour on the computer learning my public profile. Anything else you’ve learned about me?”
“I’ve just met you; I’ll wait until I’ve had an opportunity to experience you before I make any conclusions.”
An intriguing answer.
“In round numbers, how many lovers have you had?”
“I don’t keep track or concern myself with how many or how good they are. Each lady I’ve been with was a mutual choice.”
“Ashley Madison gives you high marks. Why older ladies? Looking for money or fame? Are you looking to get married?”
“Not necessarily. I expect a committed relationship, no cheating. I’ll be that way. I’d be your partner, if you’re looking for a toy, look elsewhere. Fame can be fleeting.”
Challenging, firm and now I’m thinking of fucking him.
“Do you have a suit?”
“It’s at my hotel.”
“Put some lotion on me.”
She turned onto her stomach and unhooked her top. Paul lightly dragged his fingers over her back in a figure eight. He traced her legs, going down until he rubbed her toes. Then back up and over her shapely ass to her shoulders. He went on both sides of her neck and ran a finger around the outside of each ear.
Not bad, I’m getting into it and he’s taking his time, didn’t ‘lock and load’.
“Mmm, enjoyable.”
Paul applied lotion to her body.
“You’ve nice firm legs, shoulders, and arms, Meredith.”
Now I’m getting moist and a little turned on.
Once he finished her legs, Meredith said.
“Take your shirt off and I’ll do your back.”
He did, taking her place on the lounge chair.
Her breasts look just as firm as the rest was.