I have a lot of idle time. While it is definitely the devil's tool, at my age, I don't mind it one bit. And sure, while I sometimes get into trouble, it's okay. I'm not hurting anybody. On my daily trips into the village, I often hang out and shoot the breeze with the help. I stop at the hardware store, the local market stand, the post office and finally the pharmacy. I know several of the employees outside of their jobs. Some are kids of townsfolk I know, some are fellow boaters and some are neighbors. When Juana first came to work at the pharmacy, she immediately caught my eye and I immediately began to chat her up. She had a low voice and a lovely accent. 'N she sure was purdy!
Over a period of a few weeks, I learned that she was a Colombian immigrant and had been in this country for seven years during which time she had bounced from menial job to menial job. She'd come out to East Hampton because friends had moved out here to open a restaurant. She had been trained in Colombia as a chef and had come to take the job (and a stake in the business) they offered. The restaurant was not due to open for a few months and so she jumped at the pharmacy job in order to make any money she could. She was 33 and quite beautiful in an exotic Latino, sultry kind of way. Her deep skin, long black hair and dark eyes graced a lithe, small frame. I had to have a taste of this even though our age difference was more than twenty years.
Over the next few months, I became more and more familiar with her. Her nickname was "Jay" but naturally I called her "Mari" and told her that she made me high. I hit on her regularly, telling her that I would take her to dinner but she always fended off my flirting and kept me at a distance. Not that she didn't flirt with me, she did. She'd frequently bat her dark eyes at me or lean over and let me peek at her cleavage. The little tease knew what she was doing. One afternoon, she bent over to get something and gave me a full view of her delightfully small ass. I could see the line of her thong rise out of her crack up to the top of her jeans. Her perfect little ass was framed by the pants caught between her cheeks. I did everything I could do to keep from grabbing it and let me tell you, it was very, very tough. When she stood and looked at me, I was certain she was aware of my burning eyeballs and bulging crotch. She smiled.
One day, I walked in and didn't see her around. I bought my allergy pills, some toothpaste and mostly just dawdled for a while. As I neared the back of the store, I saw her leave the employee's room and she looked awful. She looked drawn and pale.
"Jay, are you all right? You look awful."
"I'm not feeling so good today. I don't know if I need a break from this job or if it's just that time of the month or what but I'm working this shift fast and going home early. I need to lie out in the sun. I'm glad I saw you. Can you do me a favor, please?
"Sure, Jay. What do you need?"
"My car is in the shop for a few days and I need a lift home to Amagansett when I get off. Can you take me?"
"Sure. What time?"
I agreed to pick her up in an hour which was enough time for me to take my dog down to the beach for a romp. When I pulled up to the employee's entrance, she was just walking out. I offered to take her for coffee but she only wanted to collapse at home. I offered to be her nurse, or if she was so inclined, to play doctor. This got a laugh and a "no-no-no" head shake. I asked her if, on her day off, and if she felt up to it, I could take her down to the beach for some serious sun. She liked that idea and suggested that she would call me on Thursday morning to let me know. I dropped her off in front of a modest house in the Clearwater section where she rented a room. I watched her ass sashay toward the front door, and I wanted it.
Early Thursday morning, she called and asked if my beach offer was still open.
"Of course, it is. Is there anything I can prepare or take?"
"No but I'll tell you what. I'll make us lunch and you take care of everything else. And can I ask you which beach we're going to?"
"I thought maybe Wiborg Beach because it's kind of deserted now before the tourists come out for the season. And because I have a Village Beach Pass. Why?"
"That's good because I've never been on any of the private beaches, only the town beach on Atlantic Avenue. I don't mind the busier, family beaches. I mean all the beaches here are beautiful. But I prefer it a bit quieter, you know? I've always wanted to see that beach, Wiborg, too – where the fancy people and the celebrities go."
"Today's your lucky day. I'll pick up at eleven. That will set us up for the best rays."
An hour later, I was on my way to get her. I couldn't have asked for a better day in mid-May. It was a perfectly blue, no-cloud sky and it was about eighty-five degrees. I drove my old Land Rover that I keep in the garage and use only when four-wheeling on the beach or on the old dirt roads up in the Northwest Woods section.
She came out of the house laughing at the site of me in the Land Rover - no top, no windows - and hopped in. She was wearing a long beige caftan and looking very "Hamptons." She looked much better. In fact, she looked radiant.
"They'll think you are a movie star."
"Oooh, maybe I'll be discovered."
We drove down to Wiborg and I stopped at the edge of the parking lot, Jay started to get out and I waved her back into the car. I lifted the yellow-knobbed shift and turned it several times to lock it in place. Then I went to each wheel hub, pulled out the center rods, turned each ninety degrees and locked them. Then I folded down the windshield, locked it to the hood and jumped back in to my now four-wheeler. We jumped into and through the sand, bouncing down the beach. To the west, toward Georgica Beach, we could see small umbrellas way off in the distance. To the east was a vast nothing and that's the direction I took.
We ran along the tide's edge and danced with the rolling waves. About a mile up, I pulled toward the dunes and parked.
"Here we are, your Highness, you're own personal beach."
She took no notice of me as she slowly walked toward the water. My dog was already playing in the waves and peeing on the clams. I set up camp.
First was the super large Army and Navy Store blanket, big enough for four. Then came this small wind and sun shield I keep in the car but rarely use. It's sort of a half-tent that blocks the harsher aspects of the elements. I put the lunch basket and the beverages under it. Then I got my Times, a pencil and some lotion. As a final touch, I placed a small vase with fresh lilacs in the center of the blanket. I took my wine bag from the car, poured two glasses of Pinot Noir into plastic goblets and looked up to see her walking back. God. I loved the slow and languid way she walked with just a slight sashay of her hips. She was a dream, my 'Girl from Ipanema' fantasy.
She smiled when she saw what I had done.
"You have such style. I am so impressed. And to speak honestly, I really am impressed with you. You are a good guy...and classy, too."
I loved the little Latino accent, the lilt in her voice.
"This is the most beautiful beach I've ever seen. It really does feel like it's my very own. Thank you for taking me here."
She continued as she pulled the caftan over her head revealing a dark chocolate bathing suit. It was a thong bottom which was striking for its minimalism but also for her light mocha skin against it. The bra was also a small affair just covering enough of her pretty 34B breasts to hide her nipples. I found myself staring as she turned to the lunch box and bent over exposing that sensational ass to me. Oh, that thong! It was as smooth as a babi...well, you know.
"I made some easy to eat snacks. First, I have ceviche. Then I made some cuban sandwiches...hello, hello! Are you there?"
I snapped out of it.
"I'm sorry. But maybe I'm not sorry either. You are sooooo beautiful...your body...that thong..."
"You like? I wore this suit for you. Special," she said as she stuck a pose. I thought my dick would snap in half.
We sat opposite each other, me in my baggy shorts and Jay in a half an ounce of material, sipping wine and eating ceviche and crackers. She smiled at me.
"So, let me ask you," she said between bites, "I can be topless on this beach, right? Atlantic Avenue Beach has lots of families and kids and you're not supposed to - but here it is alright?"
"Yes. Topless is okay. I sometimes skinny dip by taking my suit off in the water. Sometimes, I lay nude behind the windscreen. I can hear if people are coming and anyway, the dog barks. Nude, you'll get a ticket if the cops catch you. Topless is legal."
"Good. I've been waiting to do this. And you want to see my breasts anyway."
She slipped off the bra.
"Ok, stare. Get it out of your system."
I stared. Indeed, I stared real good. Her nipples were larger and browner than I had imagined. I assumed they were small pebbles but I was wrong. Her breasts had no sag and were firm hand-size globes. Like the rest of her, they fit.
"Ok, enough already! Your eyes will fall out"
"You know, Jay, I'm sitting here looking at you naked and I'm doing the best I can to stay calm. You have a model's body and you are so casual with it. You're a lot different in the store and I am a little taken aback."
"Yes, I am different than in the store. I am more outgoing and I am not very modest, especially with my body. I like my body. Don't be mistaking my enjoyment of being naked with sex. I have not had good sex experiences so I don't know about that. But I do like to be naked and I don't ever remember being naked on the beach like this. I like the way this feels."
I moved to stand up and it was very obvious that my dick was rock solid and pushing my shorts out. She giggled.
"I'm so flattered that I have such an effect on you!"
"Jay, you're killing me. I like being naked, too but seeing you is surely uncomfortable," I said this as I straightened my dick in the shorts. She giggled some more. I walked over to the car and got my stash out of the glove compartment. I filled the bowl, lit it and walked back to her.
"Juana?....Mari?...I've been waiting a long time to say that!"
I lit the bowl and passed it to her. It went back and forth like this for a while and we were quiet. Jay stretched out in the sun and began to smear lotion over her body. I noticed her shiver when she ran her palms along her breasts. Oiled and slick she looked more exotic. I put a towel under my head and lay down in the sun. I began to apply lotion to myself.
"I'm very different from the person you know in the drug store. I'm smart and I know how to do things. I'll have my chance soon but the wait is driving me crazy. I'm tired of waiting. I want it."
We spoke about the restaurant and her version of The American Dream. It was enlightening and it was thrilling to hear her excitement. We spoke of her childhood in Colombia and her upper middle class upbringing. After about fifteen minutes, it was time to turn over. Jay looked at me sternly.
"Now, if you can keep it in your pants, I'll let you apply lotion to my back."
"Okay, I'll tie the rascal down but I can't be held responsible."
I liberally smeared lotion over her shoulders and down her back, using my best erotic massage hands. I sat behind her head and once, she lifted her head and stared into the leg of my shorts where the head of my dick was neatly tucked and peeking at her. She didn't think I noticed but I did.
I moved down to her feet and began to work on her toes, soles, and ankles. I moved up her legs and worked both inside and out. I got to her ass, filled my palms with oil, and oiled her ass like I was born to. As I got close to her best parts, she made a noise and shifted her hips. I stopped and, as gentlemanly as I could, I went for my drink and my bowl.
After ten minutes of so, I declared that it was time to take a dip. I ran into the surf with a whoop and a dog at my heels. We played at the edge of the surf until he tired and ambled back to his shady spot under the screen.
Jay passed the dog on her way into the water. She jumped and squealed as the surf splashed over her. As she swam up to me, I lifted my hand out of the water showing her that I was not wearing my bathing suit. I waved the suit around my head.
"Ooh. Is that a dare?"
She lifted her hand to show me her thong between her fingers. Laughing, we were like two little kids frolicking nude in the surf on a deserted beach. We caught some waves and rode them. Finally, she waved me in and I chased her, naked back to the blanket.
We were both naked and laughing. We were stoned. We were having fun. I handed her a towel and we began to dry off. I got a good look at her pussy. It was small and pretty with her soft and silky black pubic hair trimmed low to accommodate her bikinis.
"You have a very nice penis. It looks nice like in pictures. Not that I am an expert but it seems big enough; it hangs nice on your thigh. Esthetically, it's pretty. There, I said it. You have a pretty penis."
"Thank you. I've never been told that before. And you have a very handsome vagina. How come you just don't shave it? I mean there's hardly any hair there anyway?"
"I don't like the way it feels. It itches too much and it bothers me. So I wax a line and leave the rest and it feels better."
"I suppose it's better than putting your hand down there and scratching it all the time."
"Puh-leeeze, I do enough of that anyway. But I'll be right back, don't go away."
She ran up and behind the dune and I could just see enough to see that she was squatting and peeing. What a girl. I put my little black gym shorts on and sat in the shade, filling the pipe and the wine glasses.
Jay returned wearing her thong.
"There's someone coming this way in a car."
"Don't worry. Come over here and sit in the shade." I pushed the dog over.
Within a couple of minutes, the beach patrol pulled up. Officer Don saw me, waved and drove on. Not a word was spoken but I saw his eyebrows lift as he ogled Jay. He drove off smiling. I knew that he would not be back my way until later in the afternoon.
"Do you know everybody in this town?"
"Yes. Everybody. By first name. And I'm surprised Officer Don didn't get out and take a puff!"
We sat in the shade and ate small bite-sized and very delicious cuban sandwiches. The wine was gone but the cold beer worked well.
"I'm really enjoying this. You are so much fun. I trust you, too. I feel comfortable with you."
"Isn't that the way it's supposed to be? Aren't we supposed to enjoy each other as a way to be happy? But I will admit to a lot of self-control today, Jay."
"I'm sorry. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Shall I put more clothes on?"
"Don't you dare. I love looking at your beautiful breasts and while I would love to caress them. I love looking at the rest of you and your fine line. I love your thong and while I wish I had it between my teeth, I'll be okay. I have looked at your thong line for months and now I can feast my eyes. If I have to go home and masturbate later, at least let me get my money's worth!"
Jay giggled and stood up. She struck poses in front of me playfully and then sat back down next to me very close so we were touching. She placed her arm around mine and pressed herself against me.
Vet quietly, she said, "I've had a difficult background with men. You're the first man I feel okay with in a very long time. Your penis is the first I have seen in many years and it didn't frighten me like the last one. Pardon me for being so bold but I'm telling you what I feel and I think you understand."
"It's all good, you know. Penises can be nice too. A penis can be your best friend."
She laughed and it lightened the mood. I slipped my cock out of my shorts and held it in my hand for her inspection. She was fascinated by it. I felt her nipple harden against my bicep.
"Seriously, Jay, I think that you're a good and strong person. And you have an opportunity to make a good life here and I respect that beyond words. You have to trust somebody sometime but...more specifically, men have to work to earn your trust and when they do, they have the "real" you. Do you follow me?"
"Yes, you're exactly right. I'd rather withdraw than suffer jerks and liars...or violent men."
"You have to find a middle ground, especially in the restaurant business. You have to be friendly as well as political, you also have to show off your art and all the attention that comes with that. Some people will be jerks, some will be liars but all will be customers and that's how you maintain your equilibrium."
She liked that as she lay down on her back in the sun. Holding the lotion, she waved me over.
"Come," she said, "lay down here and let's talk more. And oil me."
"Yes, Your Highness."
I started on her forehead and sensually traced my fingers along, around and amongst her face. She cooed. I ran the oil over her shoulders and down her chest encircling and circumscribing her breasts. She cooed again. I lotioned up and moved down her stomach, just under the thong to the top of her pubic hair. She cooed again.
I continued the process from her feet up along her thighs. Now she parted her legs slightly to give me access to her inner thighs. I moved my hands up her thighs and along the sides of the thong. Oh, that thong!. She was very wet. I stopped and started to pull away.
"No, don't leave. Come over here where I can see you."
I moved to her side by her head and blocking the sun.
"I am excited. I want you to show me your penis again." I loved that accent. "It's been a long ..."
I pulled my shorts to the side and it popped out all happy and alert. It was like they were both gazing at each other - her dark eyes and my one-eyed monster. I took her hand and placed both on my dick. I slowly stroked it and it got harder. Jay gasped and took her hand back. Something told me that this was my chance.
"I have an idea. What do you say to this? Since it's getting pretty hot out here, why don't we take another dip and then go back to my place, take a hot tub, drink some more, smoke some more and then I make you dinner. I'll teach you how to make red beans and rice the real way!"
"Louisiana? I can probably do it better than you. I spent a year in New Orleans with Susan Spicer!"
"Ok, I'm impressed. Let's compromise - we make a meal together."
"You're on. Let's go. Last one in.."
I chased her into the water. This time, we playfully swam together sometimes rubbing our nude bodies together. It was no accident when I swam up behind her and ran my cock between her butt cheeks. It was no mistake when after a wave knocked us over, she grabbed my crotch.
I chased her out of the water. I chased her into the car. Then I chased her into my house.
I took her by the hand and led her to the deck and the hot tub. I folded the cover and turned on the bubbler. I filled the wine glasses. I dropped my suit and walked into the tub. Turning to her, I held out my hand. She stripped down to her thong and she started to slide in next to me. Oh, what a sweet body.
"House Rules."
I leaned over and peeled her thong down. She stepped out of it and I lifted it to my face. She laughed and we slid into the tub. I lay in my favorite spot where the jets blow up your ass and around your lower back. She moved from place to place around the tub looking for the right spot. Meanwhile, I still had the thong in my mouth.
"Take that out of your mouth already."
"Sorry, Jay. I could eat this thong for dinner."
"Don't be silly. Help me, I don't know where to sit."
"Come here. I'll show you the best spot."
I moved away from my spot and let her take my place.
"Ooo! Yes! That certainly hits the right spots."
She grabbed my arms and pulled me into her. I looked deep into her eyes and leaned in for a Hollywood kiss. Within moments, we were locked in embrace and kissing deeply and soulfully. Playfully, too, as she traced my lips with her tongue. I changed position so that I was sitting and she was on my lap. I spread my legs enough so that the jet would be able to get her. We kissed and played with each other. I took her nipples between my lips and paid homage, licking and pulling and suckling. She loved it and pressed her tits in further. I placed my palm into her mound and moved her into the perfect position for the bubbler. Then I slowly slid my hand up along her slit and up to her clit. She heaved a huge sigh. She stroked my dick under the water; she held it and rubbed it along her crack, between her lips and around her clit. After a few minutes of this, my dick was about as hard as it was going to get in the hot tub which is to say, not much. She then slid higher onto me, pressing my dick along her ass and kissing me. Sliding back and forth did wonders, to be sure. But I was ready for the next step.
I lifted her out of the tub and carried her into my house. The dog followed a little too close behind so I closed the door behind me.I pulled out two super large terry towels and I began to dry her off using the towel to take me places only dreamed about. I carried her to the master bedroom and laid her down on my bed. She took the towel and pulled me onto the bed where she returned the favor. She was a better towel drier than I as she didn't miss a wet spot. When she got to my dick, she held it made a big production of drying my balls and my ass.
"Now your pretty penis is all dry but I'm going to make it wet again."
She leaned down and kissed it. She took the head into her mouth and began to lick around the helmet. Gingerly at first, she became more comfortable with it and caressed it. She spoke to it, murmuring and whispering little things in Spanish to it before pulling it between her lips again. I knew that this could only last so long so I swiveled around and pulled her crotch into my face. I literally pulled her onto my nose and began to stroke and lick her by pulling her along my nose. She smelled wonderful but a little too much like the hot tub chemicals. After some serious licks, she began to flow and her musk was wonderfully dark and earthy, similar to a single malt scotch (but not as peaty, Thank God!).
She pulled off my cock and hugged my leg as she focused on her own pleasure. I had engulfed her pussy and I traced her slit from the tip to her anus and back. Approaching her clit, I ran circles around it which made her buck and groan. She was dripping juice all over me and the scent was delirious. I ran my tongue along the path again and back around her clit. I placed two fingers into her hole and slowly moved north until I located her g-spot. With just the tips of my fingers, I gently pressed on it as my lips pulled on her clit. This set off her orgasm and it was truly one of the fireworks variety. She began to squirt her juice onto my forehead so I moved my mouth over her hole and began to receive little jets of girl cum on my palate. It didn't have so much taste as odor, or rather aroma. It was delicious but not in comparison to the experience of her orgasm and the way it felt as she was calming down wrapped around my leg. We lay like this for about fifteen minutes until her breathing returned to normal. My dick was sandwiched between her breasts and it seemed to be quite happy to be soaked in her cleavage sweat.
Jay turned to me and looked at me in a way I had not seen before. It was soft and sensual, like a satisfied animal.
"I have never experienced an orgasm like that. I have never felt so good. Not with my hands, not with my vibrator, never. That was amazing."
"Thank you but that's just the first. Just wait."
"Promise? But now, I return the favor."
She wiggled her breasts around my cock as she slid back on me. Positioning against my nose again, my tongue took one more lick as she pulled off and moved to the side. Taking my dick in one hand, she began to caress my scrotum.
"You must tell me when you are going to cum. I want to watch you cum."
She began to lick my cock, my balls and my taint. She licked around my ass and ran circles with her fingertip around the hole. She seemed to really enjoy exploring it. She took a testicle into her mouth and licked around it. She traced the vein along my shaft to the head and took it into her mouth, all the while pumping it with her hand. I was in some state by this time and it wasn't long before I felt my cum boiling up and traveling up and along towards freedom.
"I'm gonna cum, Jay...soon..soon...yes...don't stop." She sucked on the head and increased her pumping.
"Here it comes."
She pulled off and aimed it toward her chest. Two strong bursts splashed against her tits. She cooed as it happened. A moment later, another shot hit her on the chin and she giggled. Now, my white cream cocktail was spilling over her fist. She leaned in and began to lick me clean. As I began to shrink, she took it all into her mouth in suck a loving and enjoyable way.
She turned and slid next to me, still adorned with my cum now shared against my chest. She wiped the cum off her finger and licked it off with an impish grin. She dipped her finger into a blob on my chest and fed it to me. I held her close and we kissed. As we kissed, we grasped each other so closely, we moved as one. She whispered and murmured in my ear.
"I have never enjoyed sex so much. That was wonderful. I feel released. Never before..."
"Sssh. You feel so good against me. That was wonderful. You are such a sensual woman, I can't believe that you have never enjoyed sex before. You are wonderful and her head seems so well screwed on."
"No. Sex has always been for the man's pleasure and not mine. I was just something to use. I never felt...worth, I think that is the word...do you understand It hurts me to talk about it?"
"I think I understand and you don't have to talk about it. But, let me ask you, what about by yourself or with your toys...or perhaps with another woman? Don't you enjoy that?"
"No. Not really. I always felt a little dirty about my toys, like it was my dirty secret. You know, growing up in Colombia and the church...you understand? I mean, it feels good when I do it and I have orgasms but not like this...not like now. And I once had sex with a woman and I felt ashamed afterwards. She really used me and it wasn't so good for me. No, I like a penis. I do. I really like your penis. I am wary of penises but I am not afraid of yours. I like your penis."
She ran her palm along my cock which was resting against my belly and stirring back to life.
"Mmmm. Yes. I like your penis."
"See? I told you, you would. It's your friend...and if you keep that up, you see how much he likes you...again."
I rubbed her breasts in my palm and felt her nipples become aroused. I gently pulled at them and pinched at them and felt her lean into me as we lay side to side. My cock was back to full staff and I felt her rubbing her hips into me, sort of like her sashay walk.
Over a period of a few weeks, I learned that she was a Colombian immigrant and had been in this country for seven years during which time she had bounced from menial job to menial job. She'd come out to East Hampton because friends had moved out here to open a restaurant. She had been trained in Colombia as a chef and had come to take the job (and a stake in the business) they offered. The restaurant was not due to open for a few months and so she jumped at the pharmacy job in order to make any money she could. She was 33 and quite beautiful in an exotic Latino, sultry kind of way. Her deep skin, long black hair and dark eyes graced a lithe, small frame. I had to have a taste of this even though our age difference was more than twenty years.
Over the next few months, I became more and more familiar with her. Her nickname was "Jay" but naturally I called her "Mari" and told her that she made me high. I hit on her regularly, telling her that I would take her to dinner but she always fended off my flirting and kept me at a distance. Not that she didn't flirt with me, she did. She'd frequently bat her dark eyes at me or lean over and let me peek at her cleavage. The little tease knew what she was doing. One afternoon, she bent over to get something and gave me a full view of her delightfully small ass. I could see the line of her thong rise out of her crack up to the top of her jeans. Her perfect little ass was framed by the pants caught between her cheeks. I did everything I could do to keep from grabbing it and let me tell you, it was very, very tough. When she stood and looked at me, I was certain she was aware of my burning eyeballs and bulging crotch. She smiled.
One day, I walked in and didn't see her around. I bought my allergy pills, some toothpaste and mostly just dawdled for a while. As I neared the back of the store, I saw her leave the employee's room and she looked awful. She looked drawn and pale.
"Jay, are you all right? You look awful."
"I'm not feeling so good today. I don't know if I need a break from this job or if it's just that time of the month or what but I'm working this shift fast and going home early. I need to lie out in the sun. I'm glad I saw you. Can you do me a favor, please?
"Sure, Jay. What do you need?"
"My car is in the shop for a few days and I need a lift home to Amagansett when I get off. Can you take me?"
"Sure. What time?"
I agreed to pick her up in an hour which was enough time for me to take my dog down to the beach for a romp. When I pulled up to the employee's entrance, she was just walking out. I offered to take her for coffee but she only wanted to collapse at home. I offered to be her nurse, or if she was so inclined, to play doctor. This got a laugh and a "no-no-no" head shake. I asked her if, on her day off, and if she felt up to it, I could take her down to the beach for some serious sun. She liked that idea and suggested that she would call me on Thursday morning to let me know. I dropped her off in front of a modest house in the Clearwater section where she rented a room. I watched her ass sashay toward the front door, and I wanted it.
Early Thursday morning, she called and asked if my beach offer was still open.
"Of course, it is. Is there anything I can prepare or take?"
"No but I'll tell you what. I'll make us lunch and you take care of everything else. And can I ask you which beach we're going to?"
"I thought maybe Wiborg Beach because it's kind of deserted now before the tourists come out for the season. And because I have a Village Beach Pass. Why?"
"That's good because I've never been on any of the private beaches, only the town beach on Atlantic Avenue. I don't mind the busier, family beaches. I mean all the beaches here are beautiful. But I prefer it a bit quieter, you know? I've always wanted to see that beach, Wiborg, too – where the fancy people and the celebrities go."
"Today's your lucky day. I'll pick up at eleven. That will set us up for the best rays."
An hour later, I was on my way to get her. I couldn't have asked for a better day in mid-May. It was a perfectly blue, no-cloud sky and it was about eighty-five degrees. I drove my old Land Rover that I keep in the garage and use only when four-wheeling on the beach or on the old dirt roads up in the Northwest Woods section.
She came out of the house laughing at the site of me in the Land Rover - no top, no windows - and hopped in. She was wearing a long beige caftan and looking very "Hamptons." She looked much better. In fact, she looked radiant.
"They'll think you are a movie star."
"Oooh, maybe I'll be discovered."
We drove down to Wiborg and I stopped at the edge of the parking lot, Jay started to get out and I waved her back into the car. I lifted the yellow-knobbed shift and turned it several times to lock it in place. Then I went to each wheel hub, pulled out the center rods, turned each ninety degrees and locked them. Then I folded down the windshield, locked it to the hood and jumped back in to my now four-wheeler. We jumped into and through the sand, bouncing down the beach. To the west, toward Georgica Beach, we could see small umbrellas way off in the distance. To the east was a vast nothing and that's the direction I took.
We ran along the tide's edge and danced with the rolling waves. About a mile up, I pulled toward the dunes and parked.
"Here we are, your Highness, you're own personal beach."
She took no notice of me as she slowly walked toward the water. My dog was already playing in the waves and peeing on the clams. I set up camp.
First was the super large Army and Navy Store blanket, big enough for four. Then came this small wind and sun shield I keep in the car but rarely use. It's sort of a half-tent that blocks the harsher aspects of the elements. I put the lunch basket and the beverages under it. Then I got my Times, a pencil and some lotion. As a final touch, I placed a small vase with fresh lilacs in the center of the blanket. I took my wine bag from the car, poured two glasses of Pinot Noir into plastic goblets and looked up to see her walking back. God. I loved the slow and languid way she walked with just a slight sashay of her hips. She was a dream, my 'Girl from Ipanema' fantasy.
She smiled when she saw what I had done.
"You have such style. I am so impressed. And to speak honestly, I really am impressed with you. You are a good guy...and classy, too."
I loved the little Latino accent, the lilt in her voice.
"This is the most beautiful beach I've ever seen. It really does feel like it's my very own. Thank you for taking me here."
She continued as she pulled the caftan over her head revealing a dark chocolate bathing suit. It was a thong bottom which was striking for its minimalism but also for her light mocha skin against it. The bra was also a small affair just covering enough of her pretty 34B breasts to hide her nipples. I found myself staring as she turned to the lunch box and bent over exposing that sensational ass to me. Oh, that thong! It was as smooth as a babi...well, you know.
"I made some easy to eat snacks. First, I have ceviche. Then I made some cuban sandwiches...hello, hello! Are you there?"
I snapped out of it.
"I'm sorry. But maybe I'm not sorry either. You are sooooo beautiful...your body...that thong..."
"You like? I wore this suit for you. Special," she said as she stuck a pose. I thought my dick would snap in half.
We sat opposite each other, me in my baggy shorts and Jay in a half an ounce of material, sipping wine and eating ceviche and crackers. She smiled at me.
"So, let me ask you," she said between bites, "I can be topless on this beach, right? Atlantic Avenue Beach has lots of families and kids and you're not supposed to - but here it is alright?"
"Yes. Topless is okay. I sometimes skinny dip by taking my suit off in the water. Sometimes, I lay nude behind the windscreen. I can hear if people are coming and anyway, the dog barks. Nude, you'll get a ticket if the cops catch you. Topless is legal."
"Good. I've been waiting to do this. And you want to see my breasts anyway."
She slipped off the bra.
"Ok, stare. Get it out of your system."
I stared. Indeed, I stared real good. Her nipples were larger and browner than I had imagined. I assumed they were small pebbles but I was wrong. Her breasts had no sag and were firm hand-size globes. Like the rest of her, they fit.
"Ok, enough already! Your eyes will fall out"
"You know, Jay, I'm sitting here looking at you naked and I'm doing the best I can to stay calm. You have a model's body and you are so casual with it. You're a lot different in the store and I am a little taken aback."
"Yes, I am different than in the store. I am more outgoing and I am not very modest, especially with my body. I like my body. Don't be mistaking my enjoyment of being naked with sex. I have not had good sex experiences so I don't know about that. But I do like to be naked and I don't ever remember being naked on the beach like this. I like the way this feels."
I moved to stand up and it was very obvious that my dick was rock solid and pushing my shorts out. She giggled.
"I'm so flattered that I have such an effect on you!"
"Jay, you're killing me. I like being naked, too but seeing you is surely uncomfortable," I said this as I straightened my dick in the shorts. She giggled some more. I walked over to the car and got my stash out of the glove compartment. I filled the bowl, lit it and walked back to her.
"Juana?....Mari?...I've been waiting a long time to say that!"
I lit the bowl and passed it to her. It went back and forth like this for a while and we were quiet. Jay stretched out in the sun and began to smear lotion over her body. I noticed her shiver when she ran her palms along her breasts. Oiled and slick she looked more exotic. I put a towel under my head and lay down in the sun. I began to apply lotion to myself.
"I'm very different from the person you know in the drug store. I'm smart and I know how to do things. I'll have my chance soon but the wait is driving me crazy. I'm tired of waiting. I want it."
We spoke about the restaurant and her version of The American Dream. It was enlightening and it was thrilling to hear her excitement. We spoke of her childhood in Colombia and her upper middle class upbringing. After about fifteen minutes, it was time to turn over. Jay looked at me sternly.
"Now, if you can keep it in your pants, I'll let you apply lotion to my back."
"Okay, I'll tie the rascal down but I can't be held responsible."
I liberally smeared lotion over her shoulders and down her back, using my best erotic massage hands. I sat behind her head and once, she lifted her head and stared into the leg of my shorts where the head of my dick was neatly tucked and peeking at her. She didn't think I noticed but I did.
I moved down to her feet and began to work on her toes, soles, and ankles. I moved up her legs and worked both inside and out. I got to her ass, filled my palms with oil, and oiled her ass like I was born to. As I got close to her best parts, she made a noise and shifted her hips. I stopped and, as gentlemanly as I could, I went for my drink and my bowl.
After ten minutes of so, I declared that it was time to take a dip. I ran into the surf with a whoop and a dog at my heels. We played at the edge of the surf until he tired and ambled back to his shady spot under the screen.
Jay passed the dog on her way into the water. She jumped and squealed as the surf splashed over her. As she swam up to me, I lifted my hand out of the water showing her that I was not wearing my bathing suit. I waved the suit around my head.
"Ooh. Is that a dare?"
She lifted her hand to show me her thong between her fingers. Laughing, we were like two little kids frolicking nude in the surf on a deserted beach. We caught some waves and rode them. Finally, she waved me in and I chased her, naked back to the blanket.
We were both naked and laughing. We were stoned. We were having fun. I handed her a towel and we began to dry off. I got a good look at her pussy. It was small and pretty with her soft and silky black pubic hair trimmed low to accommodate her bikinis.
"You have a very nice penis. It looks nice like in pictures. Not that I am an expert but it seems big enough; it hangs nice on your thigh. Esthetically, it's pretty. There, I said it. You have a pretty penis."
"Thank you. I've never been told that before. And you have a very handsome vagina. How come you just don't shave it? I mean there's hardly any hair there anyway?"
"I don't like the way it feels. It itches too much and it bothers me. So I wax a line and leave the rest and it feels better."
"I suppose it's better than putting your hand down there and scratching it all the time."
"Puh-leeeze, I do enough of that anyway. But I'll be right back, don't go away."
She ran up and behind the dune and I could just see enough to see that she was squatting and peeing. What a girl. I put my little black gym shorts on and sat in the shade, filling the pipe and the wine glasses.
Jay returned wearing her thong.
"There's someone coming this way in a car."
"Don't worry. Come over here and sit in the shade." I pushed the dog over.
Within a couple of minutes, the beach patrol pulled up. Officer Don saw me, waved and drove on. Not a word was spoken but I saw his eyebrows lift as he ogled Jay. He drove off smiling. I knew that he would not be back my way until later in the afternoon.
"Do you know everybody in this town?"
"Yes. Everybody. By first name. And I'm surprised Officer Don didn't get out and take a puff!"
We sat in the shade and ate small bite-sized and very delicious cuban sandwiches. The wine was gone but the cold beer worked well.
"I'm really enjoying this. You are so much fun. I trust you, too. I feel comfortable with you."
"Isn't that the way it's supposed to be? Aren't we supposed to enjoy each other as a way to be happy? But I will admit to a lot of self-control today, Jay."
"I'm sorry. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Shall I put more clothes on?"
"Don't you dare. I love looking at your beautiful breasts and while I would love to caress them. I love looking at the rest of you and your fine line. I love your thong and while I wish I had it between my teeth, I'll be okay. I have looked at your thong line for months and now I can feast my eyes. If I have to go home and masturbate later, at least let me get my money's worth!"
Jay giggled and stood up. She struck poses in front of me playfully and then sat back down next to me very close so we were touching. She placed her arm around mine and pressed herself against me.
Vet quietly, she said, "I've had a difficult background with men. You're the first man I feel okay with in a very long time. Your penis is the first I have seen in many years and it didn't frighten me like the last one. Pardon me for being so bold but I'm telling you what I feel and I think you understand."
"It's all good, you know. Penises can be nice too. A penis can be your best friend."
She laughed and it lightened the mood. I slipped my cock out of my shorts and held it in my hand for her inspection. She was fascinated by it. I felt her nipple harden against my bicep.
"Seriously, Jay, I think that you're a good and strong person. And you have an opportunity to make a good life here and I respect that beyond words. You have to trust somebody sometime but...more specifically, men have to work to earn your trust and when they do, they have the "real" you. Do you follow me?"
"Yes, you're exactly right. I'd rather withdraw than suffer jerks and liars...or violent men."
"You have to find a middle ground, especially in the restaurant business. You have to be friendly as well as political, you also have to show off your art and all the attention that comes with that. Some people will be jerks, some will be liars but all will be customers and that's how you maintain your equilibrium."
She liked that as she lay down on her back in the sun. Holding the lotion, she waved me over.
"Come," she said, "lay down here and let's talk more. And oil me."
"Yes, Your Highness."
I started on her forehead and sensually traced my fingers along, around and amongst her face. She cooed. I ran the oil over her shoulders and down her chest encircling and circumscribing her breasts. She cooed again. I lotioned up and moved down her stomach, just under the thong to the top of her pubic hair. She cooed again.
I continued the process from her feet up along her thighs. Now she parted her legs slightly to give me access to her inner thighs. I moved my hands up her thighs and along the sides of the thong. Oh, that thong!. She was very wet. I stopped and started to pull away.
"No, don't leave. Come over here where I can see you."
I moved to her side by her head and blocking the sun.
"I am excited. I want you to show me your penis again." I loved that accent. "It's been a long ..."
I pulled my shorts to the side and it popped out all happy and alert. It was like they were both gazing at each other - her dark eyes and my one-eyed monster. I took her hand and placed both on my dick. I slowly stroked it and it got harder. Jay gasped and took her hand back. Something told me that this was my chance.
"I have an idea. What do you say to this? Since it's getting pretty hot out here, why don't we take another dip and then go back to my place, take a hot tub, drink some more, smoke some more and then I make you dinner. I'll teach you how to make red beans and rice the real way!"
"Louisiana? I can probably do it better than you. I spent a year in New Orleans with Susan Spicer!"
"Ok, I'm impressed. Let's compromise - we make a meal together."
"You're on. Let's go. Last one in.."
I chased her into the water. This time, we playfully swam together sometimes rubbing our nude bodies together. It was no accident when I swam up behind her and ran my cock between her butt cheeks. It was no mistake when after a wave knocked us over, she grabbed my crotch.
I chased her out of the water. I chased her into the car. Then I chased her into my house.
I took her by the hand and led her to the deck and the hot tub. I folded the cover and turned on the bubbler. I filled the wine glasses. I dropped my suit and walked into the tub. Turning to her, I held out my hand. She stripped down to her thong and she started to slide in next to me. Oh, what a sweet body.
"House Rules."
I leaned over and peeled her thong down. She stepped out of it and I lifted it to my face. She laughed and we slid into the tub. I lay in my favorite spot where the jets blow up your ass and around your lower back. She moved from place to place around the tub looking for the right spot. Meanwhile, I still had the thong in my mouth.
"Take that out of your mouth already."
"Sorry, Jay. I could eat this thong for dinner."
"Don't be silly. Help me, I don't know where to sit."
"Come here. I'll show you the best spot."
I moved away from my spot and let her take my place.
"Ooo! Yes! That certainly hits the right spots."
She grabbed my arms and pulled me into her. I looked deep into her eyes and leaned in for a Hollywood kiss. Within moments, we were locked in embrace and kissing deeply and soulfully. Playfully, too, as she traced my lips with her tongue. I changed position so that I was sitting and she was on my lap. I spread my legs enough so that the jet would be able to get her. We kissed and played with each other. I took her nipples between my lips and paid homage, licking and pulling and suckling. She loved it and pressed her tits in further. I placed my palm into her mound and moved her into the perfect position for the bubbler. Then I slowly slid my hand up along her slit and up to her clit. She heaved a huge sigh. She stroked my dick under the water; she held it and rubbed it along her crack, between her lips and around her clit. After a few minutes of this, my dick was about as hard as it was going to get in the hot tub which is to say, not much. She then slid higher onto me, pressing my dick along her ass and kissing me. Sliding back and forth did wonders, to be sure. But I was ready for the next step.
I lifted her out of the tub and carried her into my house. The dog followed a little too close behind so I closed the door behind me.I pulled out two super large terry towels and I began to dry her off using the towel to take me places only dreamed about. I carried her to the master bedroom and laid her down on my bed. She took the towel and pulled me onto the bed where she returned the favor. She was a better towel drier than I as she didn't miss a wet spot. When she got to my dick, she held it made a big production of drying my balls and my ass.
"Now your pretty penis is all dry but I'm going to make it wet again."
She leaned down and kissed it. She took the head into her mouth and began to lick around the helmet. Gingerly at first, she became more comfortable with it and caressed it. She spoke to it, murmuring and whispering little things in Spanish to it before pulling it between her lips again. I knew that this could only last so long so I swiveled around and pulled her crotch into my face. I literally pulled her onto my nose and began to stroke and lick her by pulling her along my nose. She smelled wonderful but a little too much like the hot tub chemicals. After some serious licks, she began to flow and her musk was wonderfully dark and earthy, similar to a single malt scotch (but not as peaty, Thank God!).
She pulled off my cock and hugged my leg as she focused on her own pleasure. I had engulfed her pussy and I traced her slit from the tip to her anus and back. Approaching her clit, I ran circles around it which made her buck and groan. She was dripping juice all over me and the scent was delirious. I ran my tongue along the path again and back around her clit. I placed two fingers into her hole and slowly moved north until I located her g-spot. With just the tips of my fingers, I gently pressed on it as my lips pulled on her clit. This set off her orgasm and it was truly one of the fireworks variety. She began to squirt her juice onto my forehead so I moved my mouth over her hole and began to receive little jets of girl cum on my palate. It didn't have so much taste as odor, or rather aroma. It was delicious but not in comparison to the experience of her orgasm and the way it felt as she was calming down wrapped around my leg. We lay like this for about fifteen minutes until her breathing returned to normal. My dick was sandwiched between her breasts and it seemed to be quite happy to be soaked in her cleavage sweat.
Jay turned to me and looked at me in a way I had not seen before. It was soft and sensual, like a satisfied animal.
"I have never experienced an orgasm like that. I have never felt so good. Not with my hands, not with my vibrator, never. That was amazing."
"Thank you but that's just the first. Just wait."
"Promise? But now, I return the favor."
She wiggled her breasts around my cock as she slid back on me. Positioning against my nose again, my tongue took one more lick as she pulled off and moved to the side. Taking my dick in one hand, she began to caress my scrotum.
"You must tell me when you are going to cum. I want to watch you cum."
She began to lick my cock, my balls and my taint. She licked around my ass and ran circles with her fingertip around the hole. She seemed to really enjoy exploring it. She took a testicle into her mouth and licked around it. She traced the vein along my shaft to the head and took it into her mouth, all the while pumping it with her hand. I was in some state by this time and it wasn't long before I felt my cum boiling up and traveling up and along towards freedom.
"I'm gonna cum, Jay...soon..soon...yes...don't stop." She sucked on the head and increased her pumping.
"Here it comes."
She pulled off and aimed it toward her chest. Two strong bursts splashed against her tits. She cooed as it happened. A moment later, another shot hit her on the chin and she giggled. Now, my white cream cocktail was spilling over her fist. She leaned in and began to lick me clean. As I began to shrink, she took it all into her mouth in suck a loving and enjoyable way.
She turned and slid next to me, still adorned with my cum now shared against my chest. She wiped the cum off her finger and licked it off with an impish grin. She dipped her finger into a blob on my chest and fed it to me. I held her close and we kissed. As we kissed, we grasped each other so closely, we moved as one. She whispered and murmured in my ear.
"I have never enjoyed sex so much. That was wonderful. I feel released. Never before..."
"Sssh. You feel so good against me. That was wonderful. You are such a sensual woman, I can't believe that you have never enjoyed sex before. You are wonderful and her head seems so well screwed on."
"No. Sex has always been for the man's pleasure and not mine. I was just something to use. I never felt...worth, I think that is the word...do you understand It hurts me to talk about it?"
"I think I understand and you don't have to talk about it. But, let me ask you, what about by yourself or with your toys...or perhaps with another woman? Don't you enjoy that?"
"No. Not really. I always felt a little dirty about my toys, like it was my dirty secret. You know, growing up in Colombia and the church...you understand? I mean, it feels good when I do it and I have orgasms but not like this...not like now. And I once had sex with a woman and I felt ashamed afterwards. She really used me and it wasn't so good for me. No, I like a penis. I do. I really like your penis. I am wary of penises but I am not afraid of yours. I like your penis."
She ran her palm along my cock which was resting against my belly and stirring back to life.
"Mmmm. Yes. I like your penis."
"See? I told you, you would. It's your friend...and if you keep that up, you see how much he likes you...again."
I rubbed her breasts in my palm and felt her nipples become aroused. I gently pulled at them and pinched at them and felt her lean into me as we lay side to side. My cock was back to full staff and I felt her rubbing her hips into me, sort of like her sashay walk.
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I ran my fingers down her ribs and around her navel. I slowly scratched my way down to her hairline and I scratched that, ever so gently but with a tug. I cupped her pussy in my hand and felt moist heat. She pushed into me again and I separated her lips and pulled them up around her clit. She shuddered and we kissed. I rubbed some circles around her clit and felt it pulse. I rolled her over and gently slid my cock into her. On my elbows and looking into her eyes, I ever so slowly rocked into and out of her. I pulled all the way out and felt her rise up with me. I plunged back in and slowly made my way up as she sucked me in. We maintained eye contact. We did this a few times and each time, I seemed to plunge deeper than I had before. She moaned.
"Am I hurting you?"
She whispered, "No, no, no...It feels so good. Don't stop. It hurts good."
"You are so tight. I'll go slowly. You set the pace."
"But don't cum in me. I'm afraid."
"Okay, I won't. Don't worry. I had a vasectomy and I have no sperm. You can't get pregnant."
"Oooh, that is so interesting. Did it hurt?"
This conversation was in whispers as we lay side to side again and I continued to slowly slide in and out. I placed a hand on her butt as she slowly pushed and pulled me. We were making love very slowly and becoming more intimate with each thrust.
"No, it didn't hurt. I had good drugs. And I figured that as much as I love sex...and I'd had enough children...then why not. I did it for moments like this. I didn't know it then but maybe I did it for you."
Pushing me onto my back and rolling on top, she giggled. She brought her head down and kissed me as I fondled her breasts. She was in a semi squat and was riding me. Her pace was a bit faster than mine and so I slowed her. I pulled her up from her arm pits so now she was sitting on me. I ran my hands along her breasts and along her hips. I stuck a finger onto her clit and she jumped a little. I took her left hand and placed it on her mound. At first she pulled away, but I took her hand and placed her fingers in my mouth before placing her hand back onto her clit. Now, she began to move it slowly in circles while I placed my hands onto her butt and I started to rock. We rocked back and forth in this position and it became a romp. Both of us grinning like fools, we rolled around the bed until I had her pinned under me with her legs wrapped around my thighs. This high angle made for some deep penetration.
We were now in what I call, "full fuck". Her fingers drummed on her clit. Her fingers pinched my nipples. Her fingers went back to her clit. She fed me damp fingers. She began to frig herself quickly as I pumped harder, deeper and faster. I felt that ol' boil again.
Jay began to cum with deep animal grunts. Bucking and shuddering, she pulled me in.
"Cum. Cum in me. I want to feel it. I want it. Ay!"
She was flooding my cock again and I could feel her all over me. That did it for me. I began to shoot and spray her insides with my 'Cum-Lite' as she yelped and shook. It was a powerful simultaneous orgasm that shook us both. We pumped into each other. We grasped and glued our chests together as our hips bumped and slowed down. I felt her vagina grasp my cock and I sighed. I felt blissful and I know she did, too.
We lay together and slept for an hour. When I awoke, we were still entwined. My cock had shrunk and now our loins were covered in cum. I slowly moved down the bed until I reached her snatch again and I began to lick it and clean it. Her scent and our combined taste was a treat. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide. I began to take my snowballing job seriously but she stopped me.
"I have to pee. Come on, let's take a shower."
What a great idea! I went into the bathroom and started up the shower. She got in and I followed her. As she stood under the water, I pulled her close and began to soap her back. She pulled my leg between her thighs and rubbed herself against me. I began to feel her warm pee run down my leg.
"I'm sorry. I really had to pee."
"Actually, I liked it. I feels good. And it is such an intimate act..."
"Do it to me. Let me feel it."
She turned my cock downward and I began to pee on her thighs. She held my cock and directed the stream on her legs.
"I always wanted to feel how a man pees. It always fascinated me."
The smell of urine washed down the tub as we soaped each other. I got on my knees and soaped her ass running my finger into her ass. I replaced my finger with my tongue and started to worship her anus. She loved that.
"Enough! Fuck me. Can you make me cum again like that?"
"Honestly, Jay, that was about as good as it gets. We just had the most fabulous sex."
"Yes but you make me drunk. Do me again."
I turned off the water and lifted her up. She slid onto my dick and wrapped her feet around my hips. I pushed her against the tiled wall and started to fuck-dance, dance-fuck, like that. I open the shower door and holding her in this position began to walk-hop-bounce around the bathroom. She was encouraging me and moaning in a multi-lingual babel. I danced us into the bedroom and dropped her onto her back at the edge of the bed. Sawing in and out, I was cumming again.
"No. No, wait!"
I pulled out and was panting hard. I was that close. She spun around and took my cock into her mouth, sucking me deeply. It only took a moment before I felt the surge again and I emptied my load into her mouth. She took it all and swallowed it down.
"Not bad. I like!"
She pulled off me and pulled my lips to hers. We shared what was left of my cum and she was very, very hot. I flipped her back and crawled between her legs. I placed my fingers up to her spot while I sucked on her clit and frigged her just above my lips with my other hand. Her hands pushed my head against her and the bucking started. In no time, she was squirting into my mouth again. I jumped up and pulled her lips to mine as we shared her earthy cocktail.
"Not bad," I said, "I like!"
"And I'm hungry from all this. What have you got?"
"Well, you know what I got. You got it good."
I got two flimsy robes and we moved to the kitchen. I pulled out a bowl of red beans I had been soaking overnight. Together, we created a late afternoon meal of Red Beans and Rice (her recipe, my interference), Voodoo Chicken (vice verse), corn bread, red wine and finally, chilled pears. It was delicious and like we threw ourselves a party. Jay was wonderful company and we got along so well. Yet, we were incorrigible. I leaned her over a chair and fucked her from behind. She dipped my dick into her wine and blew me. I poured pear nectar onto her pussy and drink it up. As I said, it was a great meal.
We dressed to go to the garage to pick up her car. I picked up her thong bikini and put it to my nose.
"No, you can't have that. I will give you another."
At the garage, we said our goodbyes and promised to see each other at the pharmacy the next day.
Our affair ran hot for about four months until the restaurant opened. I went to Victoria's Secret and bought her ten thongs as a Good Luck gift (but the gift was really for me as she modeled them). I contacted some friends to visit, to review and to hype the café. In reality, it didn't need much help because it took off like a rocket. Within days of the opening, there were lines waiting to get in. It stayed like that through the summer tourist season and into the fall. Jay was interviewed and profiled as an up-and-coming chef specializing in a unique Latino-French-American style featuring local and artisanal ingredients. And, as a bonus, her dishes were delicious.
I began to see a lot less of Jay. We would speak on the phone frequently and I would see her at the restaurant but our intimate moments were few and far between. Every few weeks, I would receive a mid-day call asking me if I was available for "a tub with a happy ending" and, of course, I always was. She would duck out of the kitchen early on a slow day and be in the tub holding a glass of cab within minutes. I felt like I was her pit crew. When she needed oil, a lube and a new set of tires, she would pull in. At least, it was a long pit stop. She often stayed the night.
During those moments, she was very soft and loving to me. Our sex was always of the five-star variety. We both understood that our affair could not last but for the time we shared, we treasured and relished it. She would often whisper huge ego boosters to me. Things like how I was her teacher, how I taught her how to fuck, how to cum and how to be confident – now, who doesn't want to hear that in his ear. I would whisper to her that her chance had come and now she would come into her own, as the special person she was. We were there for each other and we were on the same side.
Our sex was truly uninhibited and based upon total trust. It was as though she was undiscovered territory and we were Lewis and Clark. There were no orifices on either of our bodies that were not conquered, mapped and memorized.
I had begun to collect her thongs. Actually, she often left them there for me to sniff and enjoy. She danced around my place naked, carefree and very happy.
Her fame was increased after she appeared on several television cooking shows. She was much in demand but she always had time for me. I was her oasis. I helped her recharge for the next round. I so wanted her to make it.
It was mid-October and the tourist season was on the wane. I was dining in the café when Jay came bouncing out of the kitchen holding an email printout.
"They want me to run the kitchen of The Gramarcy Inn during the winter. They want me to move into the city on November 1! And...Martha wants to do an episode with me! How great is this?"
It was great and I let her know it but inside, I knew that our days were numbered. However, Scott, the Maitre D' and his young wife, Annie, who ran the office, were not as enthused. As business partners, they understood the instant fear of losing their draw. Jay picked up on it immediately.
"Now listen guys, I'm not leaving forever, and I'm just leaving for the off-season. You know, I have a piece of this place, too. This is my base of operations, too. What's so bad if I work this? Think of the business we'll do next summer. Should we look for a bigger place?"
Scott looked relieved, "You promise, Jay?"
"Yes, I promise, Scotty. You two have always been my friends and gave me my chance to pursue my dreams and I don't think we're done yet. So, yes, I promise."
"I have a suggestion," I offered. "Instead of being glum, we should be celebrating the success of our little Colombian gastronome. I think we should have a party."
Annie suddenly perked up, "Great idea! You're right. Stop being so glum, Scotty, let's drink to Jay!"
I offered different places to have the party when Jay interrupted.
"I have the perfect party. We go back to your place and hit the hot tub – all four of us. Let's get a little drunk and a little high and let's just relax..."
Scotty couldn't believe this offer, "Oh, Annie! Let's do it. You know how many years I've been waiting to see one of Jay's thongs up close and personal."
Jay shrieked in laughter. Annie acted indignant.
"And what's wrong with my thong?"
"Stop, stop. Listen, let's finish closing and meet at the house. You," Jay looked at me, "get everything ready!"
"Yes, ma'am. I have my orders." I bowed and like the best courtier, I took my leave.
All was ready when they arrived: the hot tub was bubbling, the wine was decanted, the candles placed around the tub and the doobies rolled. I placed some fresh towels and robes near the tub. The flickering candles gave the deck and the tub a soft glow.
I had been curious to see Annie's large round breasts since the place opened. They always seemed to spill from her bra. Oh yes, I had looked closely. In fact, there were times when I tried to count the freckles on this young and healthy colleen. Tonight was the night.
They bounced into the house and went right for the kitchen. Jay and Annie doled out plates of appetizers they brought from the café as Scott served and I poured the wine. The mood had shifted from being a total bummer to exhilaration. There was a lot of laughter and silly repartee as we opened another bottle. Scott kept turning the conversation toward seeing the women naked and in the tub. Jay and Annie easily turned his comments into teasing. I was fairly quiet until Annie suggested that I was blasé about the whole thing.
"Annie, you're wrong. While my relationship with Jay is nothing short of spectacular, I've been wondering if she will give me permission to count all the Irish freckles on your breasts."
"Oh, you'll never do that," Scott interjected, "I've been trying for years. Hell, she even has freckles on her butt!"
"You can waste your time counting them if you want, handsome, but I told Scotty once that if he lusted after me so much, I would get naked for him only if he kissed my ass in front of his wife. And I'm going to collect!" said Jay.
They cleaned the kitchen in no time at all and, in just a few minutes, we were by the tub with our wine glasses and smoking a joint. The candles enhanced the romance of that moment.
"I don't know about you guys but I'm in," I said as I began to strip down. I pulled off my shirt, dropped my pants and walked into the tub.
Scotty followed but was considerably more modest.
"What are you hiding there, big boy? Show us!" demanded Jay.
Scott turned around to the women and his 7", thin cock hung to the side, slightly curving. It was beginning to rise. He bowed and sat down to the sound of polite applause.
Annie looked at Jay and said, "Well, since you are my husband's main event, I will go next."
She slowing stripped to a Stan Getz number wafting from the speakers. When she was down to her skivvies, I was mighty impressed. She held her large round C cups as she peeled off her running tank top. She waltzed over to me and holding her breasts, exhibited the freckles in her cleavage.
"I have my work cut out for me," I said.
Now, she stood in front of us and slowly released them. They were firm and proud. Jay made a little "I'm impressed" face and smiled. Annie put her thumbs on the sides of her pink bikini panties and slid out of them, exposing soft strawberry curls covering her puffy mound. We applauded as she stepped in and sat next to Scott. Her hands seemed to go right for his dick and she giggled.
"He's not the only one," I said as I stood up displaying a very hard Mr. Happy.
"Okay, okay. Calm down. It's my turn and I'll be right back, I have to pee."
Jay took off into the house. The three of us just drifted into the bubbles. I heard Jay change the song and she came back out. Stevie Wonder's "Ribbon In The Sky" filled the quiet air. All eyes were focused as Jay sashayed to the gentle beat and began to pull off her tee. Her lithe brown body swayed. Her breasts were held by a very small and thin brown bra that blended so well. I recognized it from one of my Victoria's Secret forays. She peeled off her jeans to reveal the matching thong. Damn, this woman was the finest kind. She moved over to Scott and kneeled down above his face. Slowly, she pulled the bra down and allowed his eyeballs to bulge out of his head as he stared at her pointy nipples. She smiled at him and waved a "no-no" finger at him. She then slowly rose so he could take in her thong-clad mound. She slowly turned around and shook her ass in his face. Then she walked over to me. Standing over my head, she pulled off the thong and dropped in onto me. It landed directly on my nose and I made a deep (and overly dramatic) inhale. Her scent was dizzying.
Jay stepped into the tub and walked toward Scott. You could literally hear that pin dropping as she turned around and stuck her ass in his face.
"Now, you can kiss my ass."
"Go ahead, hot shot, you've waited for this," Annie pushed his head forward.
Scott gave Jay a loud (and way too overly dramatic) smacker on each cheek. Annie smacked Jay's ass and she squealed. The applause was hearty as she swam over to me, sat on my lap facing me and began to kiss me. This was not the little girl I met in the pharmacy.
"Holy! You are so hard, Scott!," said Annie with a surprising respect.
Scott stood up and his long, thin dick saluted. The foreskin covered most of the peeking head.
"Let me see that," Jay said as she dismounted and gazed at Scott's penis, "I've never seen that before, that foreskin. It's cute!"
Annie took hold of it and began to skin it back, all the time watching Jay's eyes. She turned to Scott and took him into her mouth. I moved over next to Jay as we watched Annie give her husband a blow job. Jay leaned into my lap and ran my cock along her ass. I held her into me and licked her nipples. Soon, Scott began to moan and jerk his hips. Annie pulled him out and began to stroke him briskly until a white string of cum shot from the head into Annie's mouth. Pumping it and bouncing his balls with her other hand, he shot globs into Annie's mouth until she engulfed the head and began to swallow. As he began to relax, Annie pulled it from her mouth and licked the cock clean.
My dick had slipped into Jay's snatch during the show and now we were bouncing hard. I got up lifting Jay with me and sat down on the edge. We began to bounce harder. Jay grunted when I flexed my hips and pushed in further. With her on my lap, I snaked my fingers around her clit and she ban to cum, flopping up and down, grunting and heaving, her eyes closed and her head back towards the sky. Scott and Annie were transfixed on the scene. I knew he was frigging her in the water.
"Yes...yes...," Jay began to mumble and I knew her orgasm was approaching. I felt the first gush envelop me and drip down. I lifted her hips into a slight squat so our guests could witness the spectacle. Jay pushed my fingers away and began to frig herself quickly with her fingertips. Jets of pussy cum began to shoot from her onto me. I held her ass cheeks apart and held her up while she came. Her nipples her hard and staring right at Scott. Finally, she collapsed back onto me and I held her until her breathing returned.
We played like this for a couple of hours. We never engaged in sex with the other couple as voyeurs before, and it was certainly thrilling. After they left, Jay and I gobbled each other like there was neither tomorrow...nor the day after that.
Jay moved into the city and became an instant overnight sensation at The Gramercy. She appeared on all the morning TV shows and she snagged a cookbook contract. Articles appeared about her in all the right magazines. Since her style was soft and sensual, the press loved her. And, while I knew our relationship had entered its twilight, I stood on the sidelines and cheered.
On my trips into the city, I always made sure she cooked me dinner. Sometimes, I took associates to the restaurant and sometimes I'd meet up with my kids there. I'd spend the night with Jay and head back to the Hamptons the next day. Our nights together were glorious and tender, sharing our souls as we intimately shared our bodies. After several months of this, one night Jay whispered into my ear as we were drifting off to sleep in each other's arms.
"You know how much I love you, don't you? You are my teacher. You set me free. I love you now and I will always love you, whatever happens. Before you, I never knew I had worth. Before you, men abused me, even my father. Before you, sex was something I feared because I always thought it would hurt me, like the others had before you. But you taught me love and confidence. I never felt sexy before you and now I know I am. It even makes my cooking better."
"Jay, will you marry me?"
"Maybe, my darling, but not now. Now I want to run with this. I can't settle down now. I have to see this through. Do you understand? Please understand."
"Yes, of course I understand. In fact, while I would marry you in a heartbeat, I could not stand in your way. Everything you have ever done in your life has brought you to this moment and it is for you alone to revel in it and take it where it takes you. I will love you forever and I will always be there for you forever. I am on your side."
We kissed so deeply and so soulfully that for some moments, it felt that we had truly become one. I began to caress her as though we had one skin. We kissed each other in places we had not found before. When I entered her, we were so tightly entwined that all our fucking motions were internal. The slight friction and squeeze-and-release soon had us panting and groaning between the kisses. We came together, which seemed to be our habit. We slept that way, too.
Although we talked on the phone frequently and passed emails daily, being together was our best way to communicate. On my next trip into the city, Jay told me of new developments. Whereas some people share news over a dining room table, Jay liked to share news after sex. On this particular occasion, she had just ridden my face to a soaking conclusion. She proceeded to lick her juices off my face as she told me the news.
"I'm coming back to East Hampton in two months and I will move in with you, if you will let me. I will stay there until I can rent my own place. It's okay? Please say yes. But I'm going to be flying in and out all summer because I've been asked to cook at a very chic restaurant in San Francisco. Also, my editor is there and she and I will be working on the cookbook. I also have some appearances in Los Angeles and New Orleans, so I will be muy busy, si? In between all that, I'll be working the café and training the staff on my recipes. Annie tells me that she is so flooded with reservations already that the weekends are almost all sold out. Isn't that something?"
"Jay, we take it one day at a time. You know where I will be."
The spring finally came and for a few weeks, we existed in our idyll. I had pretty much left my business in the hands of my employees and so I spent every moment with her. We never fought, we never argued, we never went to bed angry. It was to be our last time together like this. I think we both knew it and so we treated our time as special.
Right after she left for her first trip west, my mother took ill in Florida. She lingered for nearly six months until she passed. I spent a lot of time with my siblings at her side. When she finally passed, it was a blessing for her but I was sad and lonely. I missed my little Jay.
When I returned to East Hampton, Jay was off on anther jaunt. As luck would have it, I was asked to speak at a conference in Palo Alto and Jay and I made plans to see each other.
Our reunion was warm but I knew things had changed. She showed me her new world and her new friends. It seemed that she was creating a place for herself out here. Her trips back to the café were becoming less frequent but the place seemed to run on auto-pilot now anyway. She introduced me to her circle and especially a tall, handsome sou-chef named Randall. I could tell that he was sweet on her and the feelings were mutual. This guy was better for her than I was, he could give her a family and he was of an age where they could grow old together whereas my time...well, you know. I also understood that our relationship had changed since we never spent our nights together. She complained that her schedule wouldn't allow it, but I sensed a level of discomfort.
Our phone conversations and emails grew less frequent. I started dating an old girlfriend/fuck-buddy again but my mind was not really there. My life plodded along but I could not stand in the way of Jay's career nor her happiness. About a year later, I received a letter inviting me to her wedding with Randall to be held in the Napa. She asked if I would give her away. As ironic was that gesture was, of course, I would be there and I would be happy to do it.
The wedding was a lovely affair and Jay looked radiant. There were plenty of celebrities in attendance and paparazzi outside the ranch. Just before the wedding commenced, Jay pulled me into the Bride's room and pushed all her friends out.
"Do I look good? Are you happy for me or are you sad? Is my veil on right? Please tell me you're happy...it's important for me to hear it...," her words tumbled out rapidly and nervously, "you know how much I love you...I love you so."
"Sssh, baby. I'm happy for you. Always. I will give you away to a man who will love you like I and who will be your friend and partner forever. And, if he isn't, I'll beat the shit out of him."
She laughed and cried and fixed her makeup. She said she had a special gift for me. Reaching into her suitcase, she pulled out a small Ziploc bag containing a thong. It was obvious that the thong was still damp. I opened the bag and inhaled the most delicious scent. I carefully zipped it up and put it in my pocket. A knock on the door told us it was time.
We just smiled at each other as I led her down the aisle to her Randall. He looked at her in much the same way I did and I knew he loved her deeply and would make a good mate for her. I felt settled inside.
During the party afterwards, several of Jay's associates were all over me, telling me all about how Jay talked about me. My dance card was filled and I'm sure I could have scored any one of them but I chose instead to watch from afar.
Toward the end of the evening, Randall came over to me and asked me to step outside with him. We stood on a deck overlooking the vineyards as he pulled a cigar and a joint from his pocket. I lit both.
"I just want to thank you for all you've done for my wife. She loves you very much and I know you love her, too. How can you not love her? She is the very best thing that has ever happened to me and I want you to know that I will take good care of her and I will always treat her well. I am blessed."
"This is good to hear, Randall, because, you know, if you ever hurt her, I will hunt you down. She is a rare and special person that we need to nurture and to protect. Now, go and make beautiful babies."
"Oh we will! Jay has taught me well all those lessons you taught her. Before Jay, sex was the end of a date for me but since Jay, sex is pure pleasure and I have you to thank for that."
Back at the hotel, Scott and Annie found me alone and quiet. They were good friends to me that night and on the flight back.
Today, Jay and Randall have two beautiful babies. Jay's cookbook is in its fourth printing. They own pieces of restaurants in six cities. I see her on TV now and then. Recently, she was featured in Vanity Fair. They are doing very well as a team. And although I fill the role of Grandpa these days, I can escape back to our time any time I want. All I have to do is take the ziploc bag from my desk drawer, unzip it and inhale.
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"Am I hurting you?"
She whispered, "No, no, no...It feels so good. Don't stop. It hurts good."
"You are so tight. I'll go slowly. You set the pace."
"But don't cum in me. I'm afraid."
"Okay, I won't. Don't worry. I had a vasectomy and I have no sperm. You can't get pregnant."
"Oooh, that is so interesting. Did it hurt?"
This conversation was in whispers as we lay side to side again and I continued to slowly slide in and out. I placed a hand on her butt as she slowly pushed and pulled me. We were making love very slowly and becoming more intimate with each thrust.
"No, it didn't hurt. I had good drugs. And I figured that as much as I love sex...and I'd had enough children...then why not. I did it for moments like this. I didn't know it then but maybe I did it for you."
Pushing me onto my back and rolling on top, she giggled. She brought her head down and kissed me as I fondled her breasts. She was in a semi squat and was riding me. Her pace was a bit faster than mine and so I slowed her. I pulled her up from her arm pits so now she was sitting on me. I ran my hands along her breasts and along her hips. I stuck a finger onto her clit and she jumped a little. I took her left hand and placed it on her mound. At first she pulled away, but I took her hand and placed her fingers in my mouth before placing her hand back onto her clit. Now, she began to move it slowly in circles while I placed my hands onto her butt and I started to rock. We rocked back and forth in this position and it became a romp. Both of us grinning like fools, we rolled around the bed until I had her pinned under me with her legs wrapped around my thighs. This high angle made for some deep penetration.
We were now in what I call, "full fuck". Her fingers drummed on her clit. Her fingers pinched my nipples. Her fingers went back to her clit. She fed me damp fingers. She began to frig herself quickly as I pumped harder, deeper and faster. I felt that ol' boil again.
Jay began to cum with deep animal grunts. Bucking and shuddering, she pulled me in.
"Cum. Cum in me. I want to feel it. I want it. Ay!"
She was flooding my cock again and I could feel her all over me. That did it for me. I began to shoot and spray her insides with my 'Cum-Lite' as she yelped and shook. It was a powerful simultaneous orgasm that shook us both. We pumped into each other. We grasped and glued our chests together as our hips bumped and slowed down. I felt her vagina grasp my cock and I sighed. I felt blissful and I know she did, too.
We lay together and slept for an hour. When I awoke, we were still entwined. My cock had shrunk and now our loins were covered in cum. I slowly moved down the bed until I reached her snatch again and I began to lick it and clean it. Her scent and our combined taste was a treat. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide. I began to take my snowballing job seriously but she stopped me.
"I have to pee. Come on, let's take a shower."
What a great idea! I went into the bathroom and started up the shower. She got in and I followed her. As she stood under the water, I pulled her close and began to soap her back. She pulled my leg between her thighs and rubbed herself against me. I began to feel her warm pee run down my leg.
"I'm sorry. I really had to pee."
"Actually, I liked it. I feels good. And it is such an intimate act..."
"Do it to me. Let me feel it."
She turned my cock downward and I began to pee on her thighs. She held my cock and directed the stream on her legs.
"I always wanted to feel how a man pees. It always fascinated me."
The smell of urine washed down the tub as we soaped each other. I got on my knees and soaped her ass running my finger into her ass. I replaced my finger with my tongue and started to worship her anus. She loved that.
"Enough! Fuck me. Can you make me cum again like that?"
"Honestly, Jay, that was about as good as it gets. We just had the most fabulous sex."
"Yes but you make me drunk. Do me again."
I turned off the water and lifted her up. She slid onto my dick and wrapped her feet around my hips. I pushed her against the tiled wall and started to fuck-dance, dance-fuck, like that. I open the shower door and holding her in this position began to walk-hop-bounce around the bathroom. She was encouraging me and moaning in a multi-lingual babel. I danced us into the bedroom and dropped her onto her back at the edge of the bed. Sawing in and out, I was cumming again.
"No. No, wait!"
I pulled out and was panting hard. I was that close. She spun around and took my cock into her mouth, sucking me deeply. It only took a moment before I felt the surge again and I emptied my load into her mouth. She took it all and swallowed it down.
"Not bad. I like!"
She pulled off me and pulled my lips to hers. We shared what was left of my cum and she was very, very hot. I flipped her back and crawled between her legs. I placed my fingers up to her spot while I sucked on her clit and frigged her just above my lips with my other hand. Her hands pushed my head against her and the bucking started. In no time, she was squirting into my mouth again. I jumped up and pulled her lips to mine as we shared her earthy cocktail.
"Not bad," I said, "I like!"
"And I'm hungry from all this. What have you got?"
"Well, you know what I got. You got it good."
I got two flimsy robes and we moved to the kitchen. I pulled out a bowl of red beans I had been soaking overnight. Together, we created a late afternoon meal of Red Beans and Rice (her recipe, my interference), Voodoo Chicken (vice verse), corn bread, red wine and finally, chilled pears. It was delicious and like we threw ourselves a party. Jay was wonderful company and we got along so well. Yet, we were incorrigible. I leaned her over a chair and fucked her from behind. She dipped my dick into her wine and blew me. I poured pear nectar onto her pussy and drink it up. As I said, it was a great meal.
We dressed to go to the garage to pick up her car. I picked up her thong bikini and put it to my nose.
"No, you can't have that. I will give you another."
At the garage, we said our goodbyes and promised to see each other at the pharmacy the next day.
Our affair ran hot for about four months until the restaurant opened. I went to Victoria's Secret and bought her ten thongs as a Good Luck gift (but the gift was really for me as she modeled them). I contacted some friends to visit, to review and to hype the café. In reality, it didn't need much help because it took off like a rocket. Within days of the opening, there were lines waiting to get in. It stayed like that through the summer tourist season and into the fall. Jay was interviewed and profiled as an up-and-coming chef specializing in a unique Latino-French-American style featuring local and artisanal ingredients. And, as a bonus, her dishes were delicious.
I began to see a lot less of Jay. We would speak on the phone frequently and I would see her at the restaurant but our intimate moments were few and far between. Every few weeks, I would receive a mid-day call asking me if I was available for "a tub with a happy ending" and, of course, I always was. She would duck out of the kitchen early on a slow day and be in the tub holding a glass of cab within minutes. I felt like I was her pit crew. When she needed oil, a lube and a new set of tires, she would pull in. At least, it was a long pit stop. She often stayed the night.
During those moments, she was very soft and loving to me. Our sex was always of the five-star variety. We both understood that our affair could not last but for the time we shared, we treasured and relished it. She would often whisper huge ego boosters to me. Things like how I was her teacher, how I taught her how to fuck, how to cum and how to be confident – now, who doesn't want to hear that in his ear. I would whisper to her that her chance had come and now she would come into her own, as the special person she was. We were there for each other and we were on the same side.
Our sex was truly uninhibited and based upon total trust. It was as though she was undiscovered territory and we were Lewis and Clark. There were no orifices on either of our bodies that were not conquered, mapped and memorized.
I had begun to collect her thongs. Actually, she often left them there for me to sniff and enjoy. She danced around my place naked, carefree and very happy.
Her fame was increased after she appeared on several television cooking shows. She was much in demand but she always had time for me. I was her oasis. I helped her recharge for the next round. I so wanted her to make it.
It was mid-October and the tourist season was on the wane. I was dining in the café when Jay came bouncing out of the kitchen holding an email printout.
"They want me to run the kitchen of The Gramarcy Inn during the winter. They want me to move into the city on November 1! And...Martha wants to do an episode with me! How great is this?"
It was great and I let her know it but inside, I knew that our days were numbered. However, Scott, the Maitre D' and his young wife, Annie, who ran the office, were not as enthused. As business partners, they understood the instant fear of losing their draw. Jay picked up on it immediately.
"Now listen guys, I'm not leaving forever, and I'm just leaving for the off-season. You know, I have a piece of this place, too. This is my base of operations, too. What's so bad if I work this? Think of the business we'll do next summer. Should we look for a bigger place?"
Scott looked relieved, "You promise, Jay?"
"Yes, I promise, Scotty. You two have always been my friends and gave me my chance to pursue my dreams and I don't think we're done yet. So, yes, I promise."
"I have a suggestion," I offered. "Instead of being glum, we should be celebrating the success of our little Colombian gastronome. I think we should have a party."
Annie suddenly perked up, "Great idea! You're right. Stop being so glum, Scotty, let's drink to Jay!"
I offered different places to have the party when Jay interrupted.
"I have the perfect party. We go back to your place and hit the hot tub – all four of us. Let's get a little drunk and a little high and let's just relax..."
Scotty couldn't believe this offer, "Oh, Annie! Let's do it. You know how many years I've been waiting to see one of Jay's thongs up close and personal."
Jay shrieked in laughter. Annie acted indignant.
"And what's wrong with my thong?"
"Stop, stop. Listen, let's finish closing and meet at the house. You," Jay looked at me, "get everything ready!"
"Yes, ma'am. I have my orders." I bowed and like the best courtier, I took my leave.
All was ready when they arrived: the hot tub was bubbling, the wine was decanted, the candles placed around the tub and the doobies rolled. I placed some fresh towels and robes near the tub. The flickering candles gave the deck and the tub a soft glow.
I had been curious to see Annie's large round breasts since the place opened. They always seemed to spill from her bra. Oh yes, I had looked closely. In fact, there were times when I tried to count the freckles on this young and healthy colleen. Tonight was the night.
They bounced into the house and went right for the kitchen. Jay and Annie doled out plates of appetizers they brought from the café as Scott served and I poured the wine. The mood had shifted from being a total bummer to exhilaration. There was a lot of laughter and silly repartee as we opened another bottle. Scott kept turning the conversation toward seeing the women naked and in the tub. Jay and Annie easily turned his comments into teasing. I was fairly quiet until Annie suggested that I was blasé about the whole thing.
"Annie, you're wrong. While my relationship with Jay is nothing short of spectacular, I've been wondering if she will give me permission to count all the Irish freckles on your breasts."
"Oh, you'll never do that," Scott interjected, "I've been trying for years. Hell, she even has freckles on her butt!"
"You can waste your time counting them if you want, handsome, but I told Scotty once that if he lusted after me so much, I would get naked for him only if he kissed my ass in front of his wife. And I'm going to collect!" said Jay.
They cleaned the kitchen in no time at all and, in just a few minutes, we were by the tub with our wine glasses and smoking a joint. The candles enhanced the romance of that moment.
"I don't know about you guys but I'm in," I said as I began to strip down. I pulled off my shirt, dropped my pants and walked into the tub.
Scotty followed but was considerably more modest.
"What are you hiding there, big boy? Show us!" demanded Jay.
Scott turned around to the women and his 7", thin cock hung to the side, slightly curving. It was beginning to rise. He bowed and sat down to the sound of polite applause.
Annie looked at Jay and said, "Well, since you are my husband's main event, I will go next."
She slowing stripped to a Stan Getz number wafting from the speakers. When she was down to her skivvies, I was mighty impressed. She held her large round C cups as she peeled off her running tank top. She waltzed over to me and holding her breasts, exhibited the freckles in her cleavage.
"I have my work cut out for me," I said.
Now, she stood in front of us and slowly released them. They were firm and proud. Jay made a little "I'm impressed" face and smiled. Annie put her thumbs on the sides of her pink bikini panties and slid out of them, exposing soft strawberry curls covering her puffy mound. We applauded as she stepped in and sat next to Scott. Her hands seemed to go right for his dick and she giggled.
"He's not the only one," I said as I stood up displaying a very hard Mr. Happy.
"Okay, okay. Calm down. It's my turn and I'll be right back, I have to pee."
Jay took off into the house. The three of us just drifted into the bubbles. I heard Jay change the song and she came back out. Stevie Wonder's "Ribbon In The Sky" filled the quiet air. All eyes were focused as Jay sashayed to the gentle beat and began to pull off her tee. Her lithe brown body swayed. Her breasts were held by a very small and thin brown bra that blended so well. I recognized it from one of my Victoria's Secret forays. She peeled off her jeans to reveal the matching thong. Damn, this woman was the finest kind. She moved over to Scott and kneeled down above his face. Slowly, she pulled the bra down and allowed his eyeballs to bulge out of his head as he stared at her pointy nipples. She smiled at him and waved a "no-no" finger at him. She then slowly rose so he could take in her thong-clad mound. She slowly turned around and shook her ass in his face. Then she walked over to me. Standing over my head, she pulled off the thong and dropped in onto me. It landed directly on my nose and I made a deep (and overly dramatic) inhale. Her scent was dizzying.
Jay stepped into the tub and walked toward Scott. You could literally hear that pin dropping as she turned around and stuck her ass in his face.
"Now, you can kiss my ass."
"Go ahead, hot shot, you've waited for this," Annie pushed his head forward.
Scott gave Jay a loud (and way too overly dramatic) smacker on each cheek. Annie smacked Jay's ass and she squealed. The applause was hearty as she swam over to me, sat on my lap facing me and began to kiss me. This was not the little girl I met in the pharmacy.
"Holy! You are so hard, Scott!," said Annie with a surprising respect.
Scott stood up and his long, thin dick saluted. The foreskin covered most of the peeking head.
"Let me see that," Jay said as she dismounted and gazed at Scott's penis, "I've never seen that before, that foreskin. It's cute!"
Annie took hold of it and began to skin it back, all the time watching Jay's eyes. She turned to Scott and took him into her mouth. I moved over next to Jay as we watched Annie give her husband a blow job. Jay leaned into my lap and ran my cock along her ass. I held her into me and licked her nipples. Soon, Scott began to moan and jerk his hips. Annie pulled him out and began to stroke him briskly until a white string of cum shot from the head into Annie's mouth. Pumping it and bouncing his balls with her other hand, he shot globs into Annie's mouth until she engulfed the head and began to swallow. As he began to relax, Annie pulled it from her mouth and licked the cock clean.
My dick had slipped into Jay's snatch during the show and now we were bouncing hard. I got up lifting Jay with me and sat down on the edge. We began to bounce harder. Jay grunted when I flexed my hips and pushed in further. With her on my lap, I snaked my fingers around her clit and she ban to cum, flopping up and down, grunting and heaving, her eyes closed and her head back towards the sky. Scott and Annie were transfixed on the scene. I knew he was frigging her in the water.
"Yes...yes...," Jay began to mumble and I knew her orgasm was approaching. I felt the first gush envelop me and drip down. I lifted her hips into a slight squat so our guests could witness the spectacle. Jay pushed my fingers away and began to frig herself quickly with her fingertips. Jets of pussy cum began to shoot from her onto me. I held her ass cheeks apart and held her up while she came. Her nipples her hard and staring right at Scott. Finally, she collapsed back onto me and I held her until her breathing returned.
We played like this for a couple of hours. We never engaged in sex with the other couple as voyeurs before, and it was certainly thrilling. After they left, Jay and I gobbled each other like there was neither tomorrow...nor the day after that.
Jay moved into the city and became an instant overnight sensation at The Gramercy. She appeared on all the morning TV shows and she snagged a cookbook contract. Articles appeared about her in all the right magazines. Since her style was soft and sensual, the press loved her. And, while I knew our relationship had entered its twilight, I stood on the sidelines and cheered.
On my trips into the city, I always made sure she cooked me dinner. Sometimes, I took associates to the restaurant and sometimes I'd meet up with my kids there. I'd spend the night with Jay and head back to the Hamptons the next day. Our nights together were glorious and tender, sharing our souls as we intimately shared our bodies. After several months of this, one night Jay whispered into my ear as we were drifting off to sleep in each other's arms.
"You know how much I love you, don't you? You are my teacher. You set me free. I love you now and I will always love you, whatever happens. Before you, I never knew I had worth. Before you, men abused me, even my father. Before you, sex was something I feared because I always thought it would hurt me, like the others had before you. But you taught me love and confidence. I never felt sexy before you and now I know I am. It even makes my cooking better."
"Jay, will you marry me?"
"Maybe, my darling, but not now. Now I want to run with this. I can't settle down now. I have to see this through. Do you understand? Please understand."
"Yes, of course I understand. In fact, while I would marry you in a heartbeat, I could not stand in your way. Everything you have ever done in your life has brought you to this moment and it is for you alone to revel in it and take it where it takes you. I will love you forever and I will always be there for you forever. I am on your side."
We kissed so deeply and so soulfully that for some moments, it felt that we had truly become one. I began to caress her as though we had one skin. We kissed each other in places we had not found before. When I entered her, we were so tightly entwined that all our fucking motions were internal. The slight friction and squeeze-and-release soon had us panting and groaning between the kisses. We came together, which seemed to be our habit. We slept that way, too.
Although we talked on the phone frequently and passed emails daily, being together was our best way to communicate. On my next trip into the city, Jay told me of new developments. Whereas some people share news over a dining room table, Jay liked to share news after sex. On this particular occasion, she had just ridden my face to a soaking conclusion. She proceeded to lick her juices off my face as she told me the news.
"I'm coming back to East Hampton in two months and I will move in with you, if you will let me. I will stay there until I can rent my own place. It's okay? Please say yes. But I'm going to be flying in and out all summer because I've been asked to cook at a very chic restaurant in San Francisco. Also, my editor is there and she and I will be working on the cookbook. I also have some appearances in Los Angeles and New Orleans, so I will be muy busy, si? In between all that, I'll be working the café and training the staff on my recipes. Annie tells me that she is so flooded with reservations already that the weekends are almost all sold out. Isn't that something?"
"Jay, we take it one day at a time. You know where I will be."
The spring finally came and for a few weeks, we existed in our idyll. I had pretty much left my business in the hands of my employees and so I spent every moment with her. We never fought, we never argued, we never went to bed angry. It was to be our last time together like this. I think we both knew it and so we treated our time as special.
Right after she left for her first trip west, my mother took ill in Florida. She lingered for nearly six months until she passed. I spent a lot of time with my siblings at her side. When she finally passed, it was a blessing for her but I was sad and lonely. I missed my little Jay.
When I returned to East Hampton, Jay was off on anther jaunt. As luck would have it, I was asked to speak at a conference in Palo Alto and Jay and I made plans to see each other.
Our reunion was warm but I knew things had changed. She showed me her new world and her new friends. It seemed that she was creating a place for herself out here. Her trips back to the café were becoming less frequent but the place seemed to run on auto-pilot now anyway. She introduced me to her circle and especially a tall, handsome sou-chef named Randall. I could tell that he was sweet on her and the feelings were mutual. This guy was better for her than I was, he could give her a family and he was of an age where they could grow old together whereas my time...well, you know. I also understood that our relationship had changed since we never spent our nights together. She complained that her schedule wouldn't allow it, but I sensed a level of discomfort.
Our phone conversations and emails grew less frequent. I started dating an old girlfriend/fuck-buddy again but my mind was not really there. My life plodded along but I could not stand in the way of Jay's career nor her happiness. About a year later, I received a letter inviting me to her wedding with Randall to be held in the Napa. She asked if I would give her away. As ironic was that gesture was, of course, I would be there and I would be happy to do it.
The wedding was a lovely affair and Jay looked radiant. There were plenty of celebrities in attendance and paparazzi outside the ranch. Just before the wedding commenced, Jay pulled me into the Bride's room and pushed all her friends out.
"Do I look good? Are you happy for me or are you sad? Is my veil on right? Please tell me you're happy...it's important for me to hear it...," her words tumbled out rapidly and nervously, "you know how much I love you...I love you so."
"Sssh, baby. I'm happy for you. Always. I will give you away to a man who will love you like I and who will be your friend and partner forever. And, if he isn't, I'll beat the shit out of him."
She laughed and cried and fixed her makeup. She said she had a special gift for me. Reaching into her suitcase, she pulled out a small Ziploc bag containing a thong. It was obvious that the thong was still damp. I opened the bag and inhaled the most delicious scent. I carefully zipped it up and put it in my pocket. A knock on the door told us it was time.
We just smiled at each other as I led her down the aisle to her Randall. He looked at her in much the same way I did and I knew he loved her deeply and would make a good mate for her. I felt settled inside.
During the party afterwards, several of Jay's associates were all over me, telling me all about how Jay talked about me. My dance card was filled and I'm sure I could have scored any one of them but I chose instead to watch from afar.
Toward the end of the evening, Randall came over to me and asked me to step outside with him. We stood on a deck overlooking the vineyards as he pulled a cigar and a joint from his pocket. I lit both.
"I just want to thank you for all you've done for my wife. She loves you very much and I know you love her, too. How can you not love her? She is the very best thing that has ever happened to me and I want you to know that I will take good care of her and I will always treat her well. I am blessed."
"This is good to hear, Randall, because, you know, if you ever hurt her, I will hunt you down. She is a rare and special person that we need to nurture and to protect. Now, go and make beautiful babies."
"Oh we will! Jay has taught me well all those lessons you taught her. Before Jay, sex was the end of a date for me but since Jay, sex is pure pleasure and I have you to thank for that."
Back at the hotel, Scott and Annie found me alone and quiet. They were good friends to me that night and on the flight back.
Today, Jay and Randall have two beautiful babies. Jay's cookbook is in its fourth printing. They own pieces of restaurants in six cities. I see her on TV now and then. Recently, she was featured in Vanity Fair. They are doing very well as a team. And although I fill the role of Grandpa these days, I can escape back to our time any time I want. All I have to do is take the ziploc bag from my desk drawer, unzip it and inhale.
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