Chapter Six…
Sadly, neither of those two things happened; he didn’t get too drunk to drive nor did he perform any sexual favors to my body. He did stay the night, and we did kiss a few times on the couch while watching an action packed, spy comedy. Something about two of the main characters’ bantering had me thinking of us and I had to laugh even more. They were a bit more snarky and cutting to each other, but I felt the sexual tension building between them and loved how they ended up in the film. I must say that their finish was far more explosive and fulfilling than ours as we only slept in my bed.
And when I awoke alone, with only a note beside me, “went for a swim,” my apartment suddenly seemed big, empty and a bit lonely. I should’ve known he was using me for more than my brilliant mind and body… it was my pool that he was after. That was why he had really come over… for my pool with its nice deck area. Not that he was interested in the area around it. He was, like my father, interested in its all around six-foot depth. My father had been a swimmer in high school and college and wanted it to swim laps daily. My mother always talked about how mad she was that it wasn’t safe, not a good pool for a child, and made me wear a life vest until I became a good swimmer. Luckily, we never had any other kids living in the building, so it was never an issue other than with me. And my father had me swimming like a pro by the time I was three or four—that age is debated between my parents still to this day.
The guys on the first floor—who tell me that they are never moving out—used the area the most. I swear they barbecued something every night on the built-in grill that my father also had installed. Some nights they nearly killed me. Their food smelled so good! The other tenants seem to never be around but on weekends; the second floor unit has been occupied by a childless, professional couple for years, and the apartment right below me has been used by several flight attendants for as long as I can remember. My parents were skeptical about renting to a revolving door of people but so far it hasn’t been a problem at all.
I couldn’t blame them for staying. The place is situated in a desirable area known as Bankers Hill. It belonged to my parents who inherited it from my father’s grandfather. It was a bit rundown when they got it. Those were the nicest words my mother used to describe it as it was still decorated from the seventies when they moved in. Shag carpet everywhere in a lovely shade of lime green, dark wood paneling, and popcorn ceilings. The exterior elements were great. Especially, the top unit—where I have lived my entire life, thus far—with its huge balcony with a spectacular view of the downtown San Diego area, the harbor, Coronado Island, and the Pacific beyond. If not for that incredibly beautiful and amazing attribute, I think my mother would’ve begged my father to sell it. Instead, they chose to invest in remodeling the interior for us to live in and as tenants moved out, they eventually did the other three rental units.
They had a hard time leaving the building behind… and me, but my father was offered his dream job at NASA in Florida. He was the nerdy, handsome guy that spent his weekends out in a big open field flying remote airplanes and shooting off rockets he had constructed during the week. It was a new adventure that included a new family for them. They had me when they were only nineteen years old and never got pregnant again until they touched down in Florida, giving me siblings that are nineteen and twenty-one years younger than me. My mother has them hitting the modeling circuit, like she did me, while my father works on launching things into space or something like that—confidential and classified, we never hear details.
Not wanting to sell the building or leave me without a home, my parents transferred the title of the building to me. I believe they felt guilty walking out on their eighteen year old daughter. And I have to say it was quite a shock at first, but then it was pretty cool once I redecorated it to look like a place sorority girl Elle Woods would live in. However, I tired of that look fast and toned it down, making it look more like a sophisticated adult lived in it with modern furniture and neutral shades. And remembering the new addition of accordion doors, I popped out of bed to start my day alone in my favorite way—nude sunbathing.
I love that my balcony is private enough for my sun worshipping practice. Not too much, but enough to give my body a nice warm sun-kissed glow. I never put my face in the sun for very long and when I do, I make sure to wear sunscreen to prevent wrinkles. Being an ex-model, the importance of one’s skin is drummed into you daily, along with stand up straight, and watch your calorie count.
My breakfast of spicy coffee accompanied with crispy, apricot jelly drenched waffles before heading out for some sunshine would not please my mother at all. Even the way I stood at the counter, slumped over shoveling them in would warrant a disapproving glare and comment, for certain. Well, if I didn’t get to start the day off in a naughty fashion, I would make up for it breaking some childhood rules and who knew what else… I was feeling rambunctious. However, not enough to go out somewhere. My wide open patio area was calling my name, begging me to spend a day on it filled with sunshine and clear blue skies. “Vivienne, off with the clothes! Come tan your fine tush!” Giving into the enticing words, I dropped my clothing right there in the kitchen, tapped my phone screen to activate my Bluetooth speaker system, and slid onto an inviting lounge chair, listening to sounds that had me feeling like I was in my own little paradise.
However, my slice of heaven was invaded with a gruff man’s voice. “I should spank you!”
Startled at first, I jumped. I hadn’t expected his return and I had forgotten that I had given him my parents’ private elevator code. Deciding it might be a nice surprise after all, I hooded my face with my hand and looked up to see one gorgeous Mason wearing a pair of khaki board shorts with an unzipped, pale olive green, hoodie-style sweat jacket. Hot!
“Hello to you too… where’s lunch?” I could be casual—he’d already seen me naked before and… why not have a little of fun, toying with him a bit? “You know you really do not match your profession. I think you should disclose that you look like the boy next door, but you fuck and act like a badass. Talk about looks being deceiving… Saylor was right.”
“You are always teasing and taunting me with your a-fucking-mazing body… and that pink soul patch.” His eyes were glaring down at the lusty nest between my thighs as I lounged on a cushioned chaise on my back before he sat down on a chair at my table, a short distance away.
“I told you before, it is not a soul patch.”
“Well, it does something to my soul when I see it.” I think it did something to his pants as well… Made them too tight, cutting off circulation to his brain via his big, la la beautiful dick excitedly lengthening and growing thicker.
“Fuck! I can’t work with you lying there naked.”
“Well then, do something about it,” I smirked at him, tossing my arms up over my head, hooking my hands on the cushion, accentuating and lifting my breast. Then I watched, amused as he scrapped the chair legs back on the tile, got up. Only my smile suddenly faded from my face as he walked inside. Not what I had envisioned at all. Definitely not what I had in mind when he returned moments later with a garment in his hand. I had been thinking condoms, not cover up, and I had to laugh knowing that the white, spaghetti strap, slip dress was practically see through as it was a beach cover up.
Standing up to put it over my head, a cranky Mason complained that people would see my nakedness. I just shook my head. “Only people in planes or helicopters can see me.” Then I let the flimsy garment fall down my body. “Is that better?” I knew it was not.
“Holy shit! I hope you never wear that out of the house.”
I grinned from ear to ear and ignored him, made my way to my umbrella covered table swaying my hips as I moved. Then I sat down and reached for the stack of papers Mason had brought with him. When he mentioned going over some of my quirky business ideas, I thought that we would meet later during the week to go over them. It appeared that the kisses and sleeping in the same bed were a friend zone thing and not leading anywhere. Pizza, wine, movie, sleep, pool, business… his list was much different than the one in my head; making out, heavy petting, licking, sucking, fucking.
My brain said, “ooh la la!” And his mouth blurted, “What the hell is this music?” as he joined me and sat in the chair across from me.
“It’s sexy, isn’t it?” I raised an eyebrow. It is the perfect fucking music. “Sade. Her voice says relaxation… vacation… it has a breezy sensation… romance…”
My words were stilled as Mason practically leaped across the table, ripped—no actual tears, thankfully because I love it—my naked dress from my body, and had me over his lap with my bottom facing up. “Yes, yes, yes,” my body screamed, “We got him! We won!” While, my pink cheeks weren’t as thrilled until they were lovingly caressed and then kissed before he righted me on his lap and captured my mouth with his lush lips.
I moaned and let his tongue invade my mouth while I wrapped my arms around his neck. Heaven! Pure ooh la la heaven! My heart raced uncontrollably in my chest, there was no way I could get it to slow down, and I felt like it just might burst. I was so concerned about it and lost in his mouth that I hadn’t even noticed that we had moved to one of the chaise lounges. I couldn’t believe that he was naked with me. I had just been reprimanded for nudity and yet his beautiful nakedness was sliding with mine. I had no intention of pointing that out then or ever, I just thanked my lucky stars for his sense of adventure.
I loved everything about how he swirled his hips and he plunged inside of me. His perfect anatomy stroked my pink pearl, flowing over it one way and then back the other direction. I found myself free falling, diving further and further into lust with him… bordering on love. I loved his body. I loved his lips… his hands… his legs entwined with mine… his whole being that had me feeling butterflies in my belly. All foreign sensations to me—except with Mason—as we rocked into each other, striving for the same erupting ending. Our timing together with a medley of pants, moans, and groans had all of the makings of an amazing finish that quite possibly was heard all the way to the harbor as we collapsed in each other’s arms.
Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Yes! Again! Again! Again!
I prayed that I could keep him coming back and playing with me over and over again. I was willing to do what he liked, but I wasn’t certain if he would be wandering off to a strictly business arrangement once again. I was hoping that we could mix business with pleasure. Lots and lots of record breaking strokes of naughtiness. I just needed to find a way to keep Mason on board, convince him to not only swim in the cool blue water of my pool but between the sheets of my bed as well.