Love Lessons at Pleasure Point 15

This chapter takes place immediately following Ch. 14 so read that one first. As always, please rate and comment. Merci, Petitmort

The afternoon sun hovered on the horizon as Jessica led Emily up the steps to the gazebo which clung to the cliff behind her beach house in Pleasure Point.

She was carrying a couple of wineglasses and a freshly opened bottle of Sauvignon Blanc.

She'd invited her neighbor over for a glass of wine. And to talk about Paul.

They stood at the railing overlooking Monterey Bay, the waves crashing into the rocks up and down the coast. This was Jessica's favorite spot to take in the sunset and to enjoy the cool ocean breeze.

"My God," Emily sighed. "I thought my view was good, but this is spectacular."

Jessica poured out the wine as they sat on the padded railing.

"Here's to enjoying the view from wherever we are," Jessica smiled, handing her a glass.

"I'll drink to that."

Emily was an auburn-haired beauty of around 40. Fit and well put together, she first met Jessica more than a decade earlier, when Jessica bought a large tract of beachfront property.

Emily had her own beachfront mansion just down the street.

They were birds of a feather, both working high-powered jobs at tech companies over the hill in Silicon Valley. Jessica at Google and Emily at Apple, both were women of a certain age who'd climbed the corporate ladder and were now leveraging their accumulated stock awards to sustain lives of luxury and comfort.

It was Jessica who introduced Emily to Paul six months earlier, when Paul was looking to expand the client base of his 'handyman' business.

"So, I spoke to Paul yesterday," Jessica said, taking a sip of wine.

"Well, whaddya know?" Emily replied. "The mystery man resurfaces."

"He said he's been meaning to get in touch with you. He just started his summer internship last week and it's been rather hectic."

"Poor baby."

"He said he's anxious to see you."

"Oh, really?"

"Mmm-hmm. He sounded like he's very much looking forward to it."

Emily took a sip of wine.

"Well, that makes two of us."

"Actually, we talked at some length," Jessica added. "About his plans. His future. He said that, unfortunately, he's in the process of phasing out his handyman business."

Emily's face dropped.

"Really?"

Jessica nodded.

"By the end of the month."

"Why, for heaven's sake?"

Jessica gave a slight shrug.

"He said he's in a relationship that's getting serious. He wants to focus his energy on that."

"Oh God," Emily said, sighing. "I mean... I'm happy for him, I'm just not happy for me."

"All good things must come to an end."

Emily chuckled.

"Good doesn't do it justice. It's been amazing. Truly, one of the best things in my life."

"He said he's planning to give his best clients one last session. Something special."

Emily looked at her.

"I hope that includes me."

"I asked him. He said it did."

Emily nodded, thinking.

"I wonder what he's planning."

"He said he was envisioning something... special. Something that would... and I quote... totally rock your world."

Emily squirmed in her seat.

"He said that?"

"Yeah. He said he wants to use everything he's learned about you -- what you like... what you crave... what turns you on more than anything -- and put it all together into one unforgettable six-hour experience."

"Six hours?" she gasped. "God help me!"

"And he wants to do it right here. In the gazebo. It's isolated so you could make as much noise as you want. His goal is to make you feel more pleasure than you've ever felt in your entire life."

Emily's chest heaved.

"If anyone could do it, he could," she muttered.

"The only issue is, there's not a lot of time before the end of the month, so he's only offering this to a small number of clients. Whoever bids the highest, they'll get to do it."

Emily looked up, a serious look on her face.

"Well, I have to do it. Paul and I have a very special connection."

"He feels the same way. That's why he wanted me to contact you. So you can put your bid in."

"What're we talking about? Cash? Stock?"

"Stock. Same as before. You just need to give me the number of shares and I'll pass it on to him. And then, if it's high enough, you and Paul will... you know."

"Oh, believe me, I know. Listen, Jessica, you're a friend. A good friend. I need to have this experience. Do you understand? This has to happen. Can you give me a heads up if I need to up my bid? Because I will."

Jessica put her hand on Emily's.

"Don't worry," Jessica smiled. "I've got your back."

"Thank you."

An hour later, Emily texted Jessica. She was prepared to make a sizable donation of Apple shares for Paul's college fund.

Jessica didn't haggle. Both out of respect for her and Emily's friendship, and because her bid was significant.

When she called Paul to tell him Emily was a go, he said he didn't want to know the amount.

"I was gonna do it no matter what she gave me," Paul said. "She's been super generous to me over the past year."

Jessica let Emily know the good news.

Paul can't wait to share the custom experience he's preparing for you. He thinks you're gonna love it. How about Saturday 2-8pm?

Jessica replied immediately.

I'll clear my calendar

Meanwhile, Paul went to work on the experience he was crafting for Emily.

At night after work, he'd sit at his laptop collecting ideas for an experience she'd never forget. Things would occur to him throughout the day, even while he was at work, that he thought would drive her wild.

He wanted to center the experience around a role play. Emily really enjoyed that kind of thing in the past.

Especially when the role play involved having sex with the young men at her work.

That was something Emily thought about a lot. Hooking up with the young hunks she saw everyday at work. Hot young men, right out of college, with fresh faces and hard bodies.

She imagined scenarios where she found herself alone with them. On a business trip. In the office after work. She fantasized about seducing them. Getting naked with them.

They were so eager to please her. So energetic. So motivated.

She'd lay in bed at night with her vibe, fantasizing about them. Licking and fucking her. She'd cum so very, very hard.

Emily would never act on any of this, of course. Apple had a zero tolerance policy about that sort of thing. But that didn't keep her from thinking about it. Night after night after night.

The fact it was taboo made it all the more exciting. The forbidden fruit.

Paul was determined to bring her fantasy to life.

He was, after all, perfect for the part. He was 21. Tall, dark, and handsome. A college student. It was right in his wheelhouse.

He knew her well enough to know that, if he could pull this off, come up with a convincing role play as a motivated young stud determined to please his boss, she'd go absolutely nuts.

Leading up to Saturday, he worked out every day, doing sit-ups and pushups. Running and surfing. He wanted to be in tip-top shape when the big day came.

He went on a strict sex fast too. No fooling around, no masturbating. No sex of any kind in the days leading up to their rendezvous.

Not even with Chelsea.

She texted him at the beginning of the week.

feel like a visitor?

I could cum this weekend lol

He summoned all his willpower and texted back.

sorry Chels, not a good week

too busy with work and stuff

maybe later this month

He knew if Chelsea came all the way from Petaluma to see him, a three-hour drive, she'd have to stay the night. And that meant a night full of titty fucking, blow jobs, and boning in every imaginable position.

He wouldn't be able to say no. Not with that body.

He decided it was best if he just didn't see her.

So he'd have plenty in the tank for Emily.

On Friday morning, Paul was getting ready to go to work when his phone rang.

It was Jasmine. On a video call from France.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey, how's it going?"

"Good. How're you doin'?"

"Great. I just called to say hi. You on your way to work?"

"Yeah, just headin' out. I'm glad you called. What's up?"

"I just got a text from Chels. She said you were too busy to see her. What's going on?"

"Oh, that was just an excuse. I just can't handle overnight guests right now."

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine. I'm just catching up on stuff. What time is it there?"

"Dinner time. I'm on my way to Paris."

"Paris?"

"Yeah, look."

She held up her phone to show him a train car filled with people.

"Are you going to that dinner thing? With Pierre and all his film friends?"

"No, that's still in the works. But he wants to get together before that happens."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah, we're having dinner."

"Oh."

There was a pause.

"Now, don't freak out. It's just dinner."

"I'm not freaking out. I was just asking."

"He wants to tell me about the different people he's thinking of inviting to the party."

"And he couldn't do that over the phone?"

"Paul."

"Sorry. I'm not usually jealous. I just know how Pierre is."

"Well, I can handle myself."

"I know you can."

There was another pause.

"And I'm sure you're gonna see Chelsea at some point, right? Eventually?"

"Yeah. Probably. She says she really wants to cum to Pleasure Point."

"I bet she does," Jasmine chuckled.

"Actually, I'm using the next few weeks to catch up with some of the people I've been involved with over the year. To kinda bring those relationships to an end."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah. When you get back, I want it to be just you and me."

"Yeah, I know you do."

"I miss you."

"I miss you too. Hey, how was the game? Did you have fun with my mom?"

Paul felt a twinge of guilt. Yeah, he had a lot of fun with her mom.

"We had a good time. Warriors won. Steph was awesome."

"I'm so glad you got to see a playoff game. Now, I'm jealous."

Paul thought maybe this was the right time to tell her. About him and her mom. How, for the past six months, they'd been having an intense physical relationship.

But he couldn't. Not over the phone. Not when they were so far apart.

"Oh listen," she broke in, "Pierre tried to set me up with a place to stay in Paris. One of his friends who's out of town. But it fell through. So, I'm gonna stay at his place."

"His place?"

"Yeah. And get this, I'll be staying in his sister's old bedroom. But don't worry. I'll barricade the door if I have to."

She chuckled but he was silent.

"Really. Don't worry."

"Listen, I better get going or I'll be late for work."

"Talk to you this weekend?"

"Yeah. Say hi to Pierre for me."

She gave him a wry smile.

"Say hi to your exes."

He smiled back.

"Love you."

"Love you too."

By the time the weekend rolled around, Paul was horny as hell. His sex fast was a challenge for him. He generally liked to have sex at least once a day or he felt like he'd explode.

He felt like he had a 24-hour-a-day hard on.

Saturday morning, he went to Jessica's house early. He'd written out a series of texts he wanted her to send Emily in the hours leading up to their meeting.

To build the anticipation.

"Just maintain the illusion," he told her. "She's on a business trip, she's interviewing a college hire. He's been through some initial interviews and she's just trying to close him."

"And I'm, like, her admin?"

"That's right. You're just helping her with her schedule."

"Easy enough. Oh, and by the way, I've been trying to reach Bri to set her up for next weekend. But something's going on. She's not retuning my calls or texts."

"Maybe she's out of town?"

"I don't think so. I'll keep trying."

At noon, Jessica sent Emily the first text.

You have a 2:00 interview with a potential new hire, Paul. Since you're currently away from the office, we've reserved space at an exclusive spa nearby.

You'll have full, uninterrupted use of the space from 2-8pm.

The address was Jessica's beach house.

At 1pm, she texted her again.

Paul's had two rounds of interviews with your team and the feedback has been extremely positive. He's super excited to meet you.

At 1:45, she sent a third text.

Paul's already here. He can't wait to spend the afternoon getting to know you.

At ten to two, Emily arrived at the house. Jessica met her at the door.

She looked amazing.

She was wearing a flowy fit midi-dress with a floral print and side slits. Simple and chic, it showed off her full breasts while giving a hint of her shapely legs.

Jessica led her inside, walking alongside her like a member of her staff.

"The candidate's scheduled to arrive at 2:00," Jessica said. "We've set up a space for the two of you in the gazebo. You'll have full, uninterrupted use of the space for the next six hours. Anything you need, just text me."

She led her out the back door and across the patio.

"Of course, the pool's available to you should you wish to use it, and there are bathrooms in the cabana."

She led her up the stairs to the gazebo. It was decked out to look like a spa.

In the middle, two wicker chairs were set up for the interview, surrounded by a massage table, a cart with assorted body oils, yoga mats on the floor, and a queen size bed with down comforter and pillows.

There was even a cart with an ice bucket and a variety of beverage options.

"Very nice," Emily said, looking around.

"Massage, yoga, anything you need," Jessica said.

Emily smiled. She was enjoying the charade.

"So, what can you tell me about the candidate?" she asked.

"Paul?" Jessica said. "Let's see, he's 21, fresh out of college. An exceptional student, graduated top of his class. He has a wide range of interests. Oceanography, surfing, photography, yoga. Oh, and he paid his own way through school working as a massage therapist."

"Interesting."

"Feedback so far has been stellar. He seems extremely motivated. You just need to determine if he's... a good fit."

"And that's exactly what I intend to do," she smiled.

Jessica chuckled and headed back to the house to wait for Paul.

A few minutes later, Paul entered the gazebo, tentatively.

"Ms. Radcliffe?"

Emily turned and saw Paul standing there, looking incredibly handsome in drawstring pants, and a long sleeve pull-over shirt.

"Please, call me Emily," she smiled. "You must be Paul."

He walked over to her and she shook his hand.

"Thanks for coming in."

"Thanks for having me," Paul said, looking around. "Wow. This is amazing. I hope it's alright I dressed casually. When I heard the interview was at a spa on the beach, I figured I'd dress down."

"Not a problem," she smiled. "We don't make our hiring decisions based on what a candidate wears. We care more about what's underneath the clothes."

"Well, I hope you like what you find there."

"I hope so too."

She gestured to the chairs.

"Have a seat," she smiled. "So, Paul, tell me a little bit about yourself."

"Well, I just graduated. This would be my first job out of school, though I've had several internships. I'm a fast learner and I like to think I have a good work ethic. I'd work really hard to make sure all your needs are met."

She looked at him, one eyebrow raised.

"That's just the kind of employee I want."

"Can you tell me more about the position?" he asked. "What exactly it is you're looking for?"

"Well, there are a number of different positions I can imagine you in. In general, we look for a combination of hard skills, soft skills, and certain personal qualities that align with our company culture."

"What kind of personal qualities?"

"I'm looking for someone to work closely with me. He needs to be creative, a good collaborator and communicator, someone who knows when to follow my lead and when to take initiative."

"That sounds really exciting. Working closely with you. I think I'd find that... very stimulating."

"I need someone who's enthusiastic, energetic, and, most importantly, has the ability to grow."

"I've been told that's one of my biggest strengths. My ability to grow. People I've worked with have said they couldn't believe how much I grew. Or how fast."

"That's good to hear. Maybe later we'll get a chance to see that in action. We've talked about your strengths. What would you say is your biggest weakness?"

"Well, like I said, I'm really enthusiastic. And sometimes I push really hard. You know, to do the best job I can. I just want everyone to be satisfied with my performance."

"I don't consider that a weakness. I like employees who push hard."

"Well, sometimes I get so into it, I push really hard. And not everyone can take it. But those who can, well, they say they've never been so satisfied."

"That's exactly what I'm looking for. Someone who can really exceed my expectations."

She got up and stood behind her chair.

"Let me tell you a little bit about how today's going to work. This isn't a conventional job interview. I like to use a more... experiential approach. To figure out if you're the right man for the job."

"Experiential approach?"

"Q and A can only get you so far. I like to use exercises to get insights into what it'd be like working closely with someone."

"I see."

"I understand you worked your way through college giving massages."

"That's right."

"And we happen to have a massage table right here."

"I see that."

"For this first exercise, I want you to imagine you're my assistant and we've just travelled to Asia for a series of meetings. It was a long and arduous flight. Your job is to make sure I'm prepared for my meetings. In this case, that means making sure I'm thoroughly relaxed."

"Got it."

"This exercise will test whether you can both take direction and take initiative. Go."

Paul stood up.

"Um, Emily, that was a really long flight and I can imagine your body's in need of a little rejuvenation. I can help you relax and unwind a little bit."

"Thank you, Paul. What'd you have in mind?"

"There's a massage table here and we have a good chunk of time. How 'bout I give you a full-body massage?"

"That'd be wonderful, Paul. What do I have to do?"

"Well, the most effective massages are done in the nude. Are you comfortable with that?"

"Um, yes. I suppose. If you say it's the most effective way..."

"Oh, it is. Being naked allows your body to fully let go."

"Right. OK, sure."

"Good. Why don't you get undressed and lay face down on the table while I put on some music to help you relax."

"Sounds good."

Paul walked over to the music console and put on some percussive Indian music. He also dimmed the lights so the afternoon sun bathed them in a golden glow.

"That's nice," she said, softly.

She'd slipped out of her dress and was already laying on the table, naked, resting on her elbows, the white sheet covering her lower body.

He could see her pendulous breasts hanging down.

Immediately, he felt his cock twitching.

Paul had always been extremely attracted to Emily. She was recently divorced and worked hard to keep her body in shape. She was blessed with full breasts with large nipples that stuck out when she got excited.

They were sticking out now.


"I'll start by giving you a soft rubdown, so your body and my hands can become acquainted. Then, as you relax, I can go deeper."

"I do enjoy a deep massage."

"Well, I enjoy giving them," he smiled. "I can go as deep as you want."

He pulled the sheet down, exposing her graceful back and the top of her exquisite ass.

He ran his hands over her back, caressing her softly, sliding his fingers from her shoulders all the way down to her lower back, around her side body, and back up.

His fingertips grazed the sides of her breasts.

Her body gave a little shudder.

"Mmmmm," she moaned.

He continued caressing her, slowly sliding his hands down the contours of her back, softly grazing the tops of her ass cheeks with his fingertips.

"Ahhhh," she moaned again.

"Normally, this is where I'd oil you up. Make your body nice and slick."

"Mmmm, it feels awfully good, what you're doing. And I don't really want to get all oily."

"Oh, ok. Let's see, I could switch it up and do a skin-on-skin massage. We wouldn't use any oil but it'll still feel amazing."

"That sounds good."

He did the circuit a third time, sliding his fingers from her shoulders all the way to her ass, this time reaching under the sheet, and caressing her luscious mounds.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she moaned again, loudly.

She felt tingles throughout her body.

"I think you're really going to love this," he smiled.

"It feels great so far."

"I'm glad. You know, I think it's great how comfortable you are vocalizing your pleasure. Not everyone is. The benefits of moaning and groaning, or just saying 'it feels great', are innumerable."

"I didn't know that," she said, gasping.

He took her ass cheeks in the palms of his hand, kneading them. She let out a low moan.

"Absolutely. When you moan, like you just did, it stimulates the vagus nerve, and activates the parasympathetic nervous system. Studies show it also triggers the release of feel-good hormones -- endorphins, dopamine, oxytocin. That reduces stress and promotes feelings of happiness and well-being."

"You're quite knowledgeable," she said. "And an excellent communicator."

He slid his fingers around her ass cheeks, brushing against her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned loudly.

"You like that? Right there?"

"Yes," she gasped.

"Of course, in the context of sexual intimacy, moaning can greatly increase sexual arousal for both partners. And deepen the emotional connection."

He was sliding his fingers along the crease of her inner thighs and her butt cheeks.

"Has that been your experience?" she asked, breathily. "Do you get aroused when a woman moans a lot?"

"Oh yeah, I love that. There's nothing sexier."

"Interesting."

"My favorite thing in the whole world is making a woman cum. It makes me so hard."

He pulled the sheet down even further, revealing her entire naked body. Then, he gently lifted her legs and spread them. He could see her pussy was glistening.

"I'm gonna get up on the table now and start to go a little deeper."

"You know," she said, lifting her head, "I feel like I'm at a bit of a disadvantage. I'm completely naked and you can see... everything. Yet, you're fully clothed. It doesn't seem particularly fair."

He nodded.

"You're absolutely right. And I'm a firm believer in fairness and equity. That's why I always offer my clients the option of me taking off my clothes as well. Just to be fair."

"That's very enlightened of you."

"Would you like me to take off my clothes?"

She considered this a moment.

"It could speed up the process of us getting to know each other. If you're comfortable being naked, I think it might prove advantageous."

"Naked, it is," he said, matter-of-factly.

He pulled off his pullover in one motion. Then pushed his drawstring pants over his hips and down his legs.

He was wearing a black g-string.

He walked to the cart and bent over, giving her a good look at his taut ass. He placed his shirt and pants on top of a pillow on the bottom shelf.

She was staring at his taut ass, his muscular legs, and his broad shoulders.

"Jesus," she muttered.

"Sorry, what was that?" he asked, turning to face her.

His bulge was right in front of her face, his cock pressing against the sheer black fabric of his g-string.

"Genius," she said, covering. "The people who designed those carts think of everything."

"Oh, yeah."

"I see you're not totally undressed. Are you shy?"

"No, not at all. I just wanted to give you the option. I feel myself starting to get... um... pretty aroused. From how great your body looks and feels, And from all your moaning. If I take off my underwear right now, you'll see very clearly how my body is reacting to yours."

She glanced at his crotch. His cock was threatening to burst right through the sheer fabric.

"You don't think I'll be able to handle it?" she asked.

"No, no. It's not that."

"What is it then?"

"I don't think I'll be able to handle it."

She gave him a look.

"Why not?

"Well, if I get up on the table with you... naked... with the way you look... and the way you moan... our massage session might morph into a lovemaking session."

"I see," she said, considering this. "Well, why don't we try it and see what happens."

He stood facing her and slowly lowered his g-string. She was watching his every move.

The base of his cock was the first to appear, thick and golden brown with a tuft of dark hair. Then the impressively long shaft. Finally, the swollen head popped loose, big and bulbous like a ripe plum.

His cock was sticking straight out, pointing straight at her.

"There, that's better," she said, laying her head down, "why don't you come up on the table and finish what you started."

He gulped, his chest heaving.

"Is this where I'm supposed to show I can take direction?"

"Damn right it is."

He smiled wryly.

"There's a skin-to-skin technique I sometimes do. Where I use my whole body to caress your body. Would you like to try it?"

"Good initiative, Paul. Yes, that sounds like a very good idea."

He grabbed the pillow from the cart and slipped it under her hips. That raised her ass, exposing her pussy even more.

He walked to the end of the table by her feet and climbed up, straddling her legs. He got on all fours, planting his hands next to her shoulders. Then he lowered himself down.

His rock hard cock settled between her ass cheeks. It felt incredible. Then his chest pressed against her back, and his thighs against the backs of her legs.

"That feels really good!" she gasped.

He slowly moved his body up and back, brushing his skin against hers, sliding his cock between her ass cheeks.

He was supporting himself on his elbows, his face next to hers.

"You smell amazing," he said, nuzzling her.

"I'm glad you like it. It's a perfume I wear for special occasions."

"It's driving me fuckin' crazy."

He started to slowly rock his hips, pressing his pelvis against her.

She couldn't believe how big he felt. And how hard.

"So," he whispered, "this is similar to a Nuru technique that's done with lots of oil. But, I gotta say, the oil-free approach feels really good."

"That was good creative problem-solving, Paul."

He was stroking her faster now, sliding his cock in the crevice of her ass.

She could sense his arousal growing. In his ragged breath. In his hardness. She began to arch her back, lifting her increasingly wet pussy.

The feeling of his silky-soft skin on her body was intoxicating.

"So Paul," she gasped, "where'd you learn so much about massage?"

"My high school English teacher," he gasped. We got reacquainted after graduation. Now we're close friends."

"I'll say," she panted. "If she taught you this, you must be really close."

"Oh, yeah. She's taught me so much. She's incredible."

He was stroking her faster now, increasingly turned on.

"Is she a lot older than you?"

"Yeah," he gasped, pressing his pelvis into her. "Quite a bit."

She spread her legs and arched her back even more, feeling his cock and balls brushing against her pussy.

"You like being with older women?" she gasped.


"I love it," he said, his breath ragged. "I love their experience. Their know-how. And I love making them cum."

"Yeah?" she gasped. "You wanna make me cum?"

"Yeah. I do. I really want to make you cum."

"Then do it. Put that big cock of yours inside me and make me fucking cum!"

They were both huffing and puffing, desperate with desire.

He reached down and guided his cock head to her pussy, pressing it into her. Spreading her. Filling her.

He entered her like a hot knife through butter.

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned. "You're so big!"

"And you're so wet. Unbelievably wet."

Sure enough, she was as wet as he'd ever felt her. Living her fantasy had lit a fire deep inside her.

"Oh Paul," she said, laying her head down and lifting her ass. "Fuck me. Fuck me like there's no tomorrow."

He raised himself up on his knees, wrapping his hands around her waist.

Then he started to pump her, burying his cock inside her dripping wet pussy.

She was yelping with each and every thrust.

He was thrusting his pelvis into her while pulling her back with his hands.

She felt totally impaled by him.

"Jesus, Paul! You're going so deep! You do have the ability to grow, don't you!"

Paul gasped.

"Just trying to keep the boss satisfied!"

She arched her back to take him deep.

"Just keep doing what you're doing and I'll be so fucking satisfied! I swear, it feels like your cock's grown two inches."

"It's cause you turn me on so much, Emily!" he gasped.

He pulled her hips toward him, grinding her with his pelvis.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned.

She was folding her arms on the table, resting her head on them, her ass raised high for him to claim.

She always loved being fucked this way. Presenting her ass to him, daring him to take her pussy.

She had to be so buttoned down at work. Presenting an image. Being in charge and in control.

Here, she could let him take control.

She couldn't thrust back on him like she could on all fours. She was surrendering to him.

And that felt really, really good.

These were some of the thoughts bouncing through Emily's brain, as she lay face down and ass up, being hammered by the hunky 21-year-old in the gazebo by the ocean.

"C'mon, lemme hear it!" Paul was gasping. "Lemme hear how much you love it!"

He was stroking her faster now, undulating his body.

"I love the way you fuck me," she moaned.

"I can't hear you," he smiled, speeding up his thrusts.

"I fucking love it!" she cried out.

"Yeah? Why do you love it?"

"Cause you go so deep! No one's ever gone so deep!"

"Yeah? You want it fast and hard?"

"Yes, I love it fast and hard! Fast and hard and deep!"

"You got it, baby."

He pressed her down onto the table.

She was lying flat on her stomach. Prone. His hard body pressed against her backside.

Paul knew she loved to finish this way. With some prone boning.

It was her favorite way to climax.

She liked it cause she could just relax. While still getting some really deep, hard thrusts.

All she had to do was push her hips up a little bit. And leave the rest to him.

And he didn't disappoint.

He began pounding her into the massage table.

Her screams of pleasure were so loud they were drowning out the music. And the waves.

For Paul, this was the ultimate. The peak of pleasure.

He loved doing it this way. From behind. Sinking his cock as deep as it could go in her dripping wet pussy.

It felt like his cock was completely embraced. Like he was being completely embraced.

Suddenly, her body started to shake. And her pussy started to contract.

"Aaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeyyyyyy!" she screamed.

He knew she was cumming. Not only cumming, but having an orgasm for the ages.

He was aching to cum himself, but he didn't. He wanted her to make sure she was completely satisfied.

So he held off.

He kept pounding her until her orgasm swept over her.

When her screaming stopped, and her body relaxed, he slowed down. Slowly moving his cock in and out of her.

He wondered if she was up for another round.

"Wanna keep going?" he whispered.

She nodded her head, vigorously.

"Maybe on the bed?" she gasped.

"Yeah, definitely."

He climbed off of her and helped her to sit up, her legs dangling off the table.

He placed his hands on her waist and lifted her off the table. She wrapped her arms and legs around him.

He carried her effortlessly, and she loved the feeling of being in his strong arms.

She nuzzled her face in the crook of his neck.

He sensed she was happy to be in his arms, so he took his time taking her to the bed.

He took the scenic route.

He walked over to the padded railing looking out over the water. The waves were breaking against the rocks fifty feet below.

She turned her head to face the ocean and the setting sun. She lay it on his shoulder.

"God, this is fun," she whispered.

"There's a lot more fun to be had," he smiled.

"Mmmm," she said, looking up at him. "I'm already having a wonderful time."

"You wanna do more role play? Or skip it and go straight to bed?"

"Maybe more role play," she said. "I keep thinking, if we really did work together, we could do this all the time."

"Yeah, I'm not sure I'm cut out for corporate life."

"Or maybe you could come on some business trips with me. Stay in my hotel room. We could make love in cities around the world."

"Hotel sex is fun."

"Let's role play that," she said, excitedly. "Let's pretend we're on a business trip together. And this gazebo is my hotel room. Oh, Paul, that makes me really hot. Cause I can imagine it really happening."

"Where should we pretend we are?"

"Somewhere near the ocean," she said. "Sydney?"

"OK."

"Maybe I notice you by the pool," she said. "It's the first time I've seen you without your clothes on. You look so hot, I can't resist."

"And you invite me to your room. One thing leads to another. And sparks fly."

"Oh, I like that," she gasped. "It's making me all tingly."

"That's good," Paul smiled. "Nice job improvising. You're getting good at this role-playing stuff."

"We're good together," she said, looking in his eyes.

"OK," he said, setting her down on the bed. "I'm gonna go hang out by the pool. Maybe I'll run into you there."

He gave her a sly smile.

She smiled back, her mind racing. This was going to be fun.

He grabbed his clothes and headed towards the pool.

A few minutes later, she followed.

Paul was lying in one of the lounge chairs by the pool wearing his black g-string.

He watched her walk slowly down the steps from the gazebo.

She was barefoot, wearing sunglasses, and back in her flowy, floral dress. Her hair was full and sexy.

She walked across the pool deck, swaying her hips. She was on the other side of the pool and hadn't yet noticed him.

She stopped at a lounge chair and positioned it to face the afternoon sun.

Then, he watched as she slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders and shimmied out of it.

Underneath, she was wearing lacy red underwear.

The bottoms, a thong with stretch lace, hugged her curvy hips. When she turned her back to him, it disappeared in the crack of her ass.

The top was a triangle cup pushup bra with ribbon ties.

No doubt she was pretending they were a bathing suit.

She stood for a moment with her back to him, her hip cocked, and her back arched.

When she bent over to fold her dress, giving him a view of her exquisite ass, he felt his cock getting hard.

Then, she turned and sat down on the lounge chair, her luscious breasts pouring out of the sheer red lace bra.

She leaned back in the lounge chair with her eyes closed.

Now, it was Paul's turn.

He got up from his lounge chair. Immediately, he noticed his cock was pressing against the fabric of his g-string.

He decided to walk to the end of the pool, as if he was planning to swim a few laps. That would take him right by where Emily was sitting.

He strode with his shoulders back and his head high, his hips trust forward.

He figured she'd be watching him from behind her sunglasses.

When he got to at the end of the pool, not far from where she was sitting, he began to stretch, pretending he hadn't noticed her.

He raised his elbows and flexed his biceps.

He stretched his arms across his chest, then stretched his shoulders by reaching down his back.

He was twisting from side to side, letting her feast on his physique.

He knew she also had a great view of his growing cock, which in turn made his cock grow even bigger.

He started to slowly circle his hips, to loosen them up.

He glanced at her to see if she was watching.

Sure enough, she was staring at him from behind her sunglasses. 



"Emily?" he said, pretending he'd just seen her. "Is that you?"

"Oh, hi Paul!" she answered, breathily.

"I didn't see you there. Watcha doin'?"

"Just getting a little sun. Trying to relax."

"Yeah, me too."

He walked to her chair. She sat up a little taller, pressing her shoulders back.

"Wow," he said. "You look amazing."

"Oh, thanks. You look... amazing too."

He realized his package was right at her face level. And she was getting an eyeful.

"Yeah, I'm just trying to loosen up after that flight. That's a long time to be sitting."

"Good idea. You look like you might be getting a little stiff there."

"I was thinking about doing some laps, just to loosen up my muscles."

"You certainly have a lot of muscles to loosen up," she smiled.

"Thanks," he chuckled. "But now I'm thinking I might just go get a drink instead."

"Well, that's another option. How's your room? OK?"

"Yeah, it's fine. A little small, but comfortable. How's yours?"

"Great. They gave me a suite so... it's really nice."

"The benefits of being the big boss, I guess."

"Well, they want us execs to have suites in case we have to meet with partners."

"That makes sense."

There was a pause.

"Yeah," she added, "it's right on the ocean, with a great view. It even has a full bar."

"Wow. That is nice."

He shifted from one leg to the other.

"Would you like to... come have a drink?" she asked. "I was thinking of having one and I hate to drink alone."

"Uh, yeah. I was thinking 'bout having a drink anyway so... that'd be great!"

"OK," she smiled, "let's go check out the suite."

Walking up the stairs to the gazebo, Paul felt he had to say something about her underwear.

"You know, you really look great in that bathing suit. It's amazing how they look more and more like women's underwear."

She gave him a look.

"Yeah, those bathing suit designers are getting pretty bold with their design choices."

"I know I appreciate it," Paul said. "A lot."

She chuckled and led him inside.

"Whoa, this is an awesome view!" he said, moving to the railing. "You can see the Sydney opera house!"

She joined him at the railing.

"It's pretty special. I like how open air it is. The ocean feels so close."

"I love the sound of the waves," he said, softly. "I find it... I dunno... romantic."

"Yeah? I didn't take you for the romantic type."

"Well, I have my moments," he smiled.

"So, is there a special someone you like to share those romantic moments with? A girlfriend, perhaps?"

"Not me. I'm single and searching."

"That makes two of us," she smiled. "What do you feel like drinking?"

He looked at the beverage cart.

"They've got all kinds of stuff. Let's see... there's tequila, orange juice, and grenadine... how 'bout a tequila sunrise?"

"That sounds good to me. I haven't had tequila in an age. I should warn you though, it tends to bring out my wild side."

Paul laughed.

"Oh-oh, I might need to call in the Royal Australian Navy."

He filled two glasses with ice and started to pour out the tequila.

"Your wild side, huh? That settles it, I'm making yours a double."

"Stop!" she laughed. "I'm telling you, I won't be responsible for my actions."

She moved to stop him from pouring, but he fended her off.

"Hey, if you can't go a little crazy when you're in Australia, in a luxury suite overlooking the ocean, when can you?"

"I suppose you're right."

He handed her a drink.

"Here's to going a little crazy every now and then."

"Cheers Big Ears!" she said, smiling.

"Same goes, Big Nose!" he answered, jauntily.

They clinked glasses and took a sip.

"Wow, that's strong!" she laughed.

"Hey," he said, giving her a flirty look, "maybe I wanna see your wild side."

She made a face, then boosted herself up on the padded railing and looked out at the sea.

"Let's have our drinks here," she said. "I love this spot."

Paul sat on the railing next to her, laughing on the inside. This was his favorite spot too.

More than once, he'd bent Jessica over this railing and fucked her from behind.

He felt his cock getting bigger.

"You know, Paul. I have to tell you how pleased I am with the job you're doing. I feel like I can really trust you. And that says a lot. Cause I have very high standards."

"Thanks. That means a lot. Especially coming from you. If you like the job I'm doing, I must be doing okay."

"You're doing better than okay. You're doing great."

"Thank you, Emily."

"And I feel like I can trust you in other ways too. If we're just hanging out. Relaxing. And I feel like letting loose a little bit, I know you'll keep it confidential."

"Absolutely. Anything you say, stays between us. Or anything you do, for that matter. Cone of silence."

She gave him a wry smile.

"Even if I show you my wild side?"

"Especially if you show me your wild side."

She chuckled.

"I appreciate that. Even what we're doing right now. Having a drink together. In my suite. Wearing what might as well be our underwear. If anyone found out, it'd raise eyebrows."

"Well, I'm certainly not gonna tell anyone. As far as I'm concerned, it's nobody's business but ours."

"Right!" she said, with bravado. "What's wrong with us having a drink together? Even if we are half naked."

"It wouldn't matter if we were totally naked!" he said punching the air. "Why should it? We're both adults!"

"That's right! We're both over 21! Um, you are 21, right?"

"Yeah, I'll be 22 this fall."

"See! We're both consenting adults! We should be able to live our lives how we want!"

"You're damn right!"

They clinked their glasses and downed their drinks.

"So," she said, "have you ever had drinks with someone totally naked?"

"Um, not someone from work," he said.

"I haven't either. I was just curious. It'd definitely be... a wild thing to do."

"And something we'd be entirely in our rights doing."

"Absolutely."

She looked over at him. He was sitting on the railing, smiling at her, looking incredibly hot in the afternoon light.

"I'm gonna take off my top," she said, putting down her glass.

She pulled off her bra and lay it aside. Her full breasts looked amazing in the sunlight.

She leaned back against the column, soaking up the sun. Paul stared at her gorgeous breasts.

"Mmmm, the breeze feels good on my bare skin. You should try it."

"Okay."

He lifted his hips and pulled off his g-string, His big cock flopped onto his abs.

"Geez," she muttered.

"You're right, that does feel good."

"Doesn't it?" she asked. "I'm gonna take my bottoms off too."

She lifted her hips and pulled off her thong.

Her shaved pussy was glistening.

"Oh, that feels so good," she gasped.

They were both letting out little moans, displaying their bodies to each other.

His cock was hard, pointing towards his chin.

She couldn't stop looking at it.

"Paul, do you mind if I lay against you? I think it'll be more comfortable."

"Definitely."

She moved to him and lay against his torso, her face close to his erect cock.

"Wow," she whispered. "You look really great."

"You look great too. So great."

"Can I give it a kiss?"

"Um, sure."

She leaned down and planted a wet kiss right on his shaft.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "Hard yet soft."

She looked at him, mischievously.

"See how this feels."

She picked up her glass and took a mouthful of ice into her mouth. She held it there for a bit, then spit them back into her glass.

Then she lowered her head and took his cock head into her mouth.

"Oh!" he exclaimed. "Your mouth is so cold!"

She wrapped her lips around the head and used her tongue to caress him.

"Jesus, that feels good!" he moaned.

She sucked him harder and harder, then released him with a smack.

"Holy shit, no one's ever done that to me. You're amazing."

"It's called a blow job on the rocks."

"I love it. Let me try."

He took some ice into his mouth, kept it there, then spit it back in his glass.

Then he got on all fours and lowered his head to her chest. He wrapped his fleshy lips around her nipple.

"Oooooh!" she squealed. "That feels good!"

He sucked her nipple, and tickled it with his tongue. Finally, he released it, then latched onto the other one.

When he was done, both her nipples were sticking out. Way out.

"Oh man, you look so sexy," he moaned.

"C'mon. Let's get in bed."

They hopped off the railing and got on the bed. She lay back, her head on a pillow.

As she lay naked on the white coverlet, her auburn hair against the pillow, her green eyes looking at him lovingly, Paul felt a twinge of sadness.

This could very well be the last time he ever made love to her.

He crawled towards her, looking into her eyes.

"You're so beautiful, Emily."

He saw her chest heave. She was feeling emotional too.

"In my on-going effort to liberate your wild side," he smiled, rakishly, "I plan on licking your pussy for a very long time."

Her eyes lit up.

"I can't wait," she smiled.

She propped herself up on the headboard. He knelt between her legs and slowly spread them.

He began kissing her inner thighs just above the knee. First one side, then the other.

He kissed higher and higher, getting closer and closer to her pussy.

She was watching him, her breathing becoming more and more ragged.

"You know, I fantasize about this when we're at work," he said, pretending to be her assistant.

"You do?"

"Oh yeah. When you're leading a meeting. Standing in the front of the team. You look so hot."

He was kissing the inside of her upper thigh, near the crease of her leg and pelvis. She could feel his warm breath against her skin.

"I notice you watching me," she gasped. "It excites me."

"I think about being with you. In your office. You're sitting at your desk and I'm kneeling between your legs. Licking you. Your hands are in my hair. I love that."

She reached down and ran her fingers through his curly hair.

"Like this?"

"Yeah, I love that.'

She guided his head to her pussy and felt his broad tongue lick all the way from the bottom to the top.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned.

"As your assistant, I feel it's my responsibility to keep you completely satisfied."

She gasped.

"Oh, you do, Paul. You just did a great job satisfying me."

He began tonguing her in earnest, nodding his head and covering her pussy with his warm, wet tongue.

"That's so good!" she gasped. "I love how you do that!"

"I love doing it to you. You have the most beautiful pussy. I love the way it tastes."

She gasped again.

"Just relax and enjoy it," he whispered. "We've got all the time in the world."

Paul knew just what she liked. Taking their time. Letting the pleasure build. Giving her space to let her orgasm grow organically.

They'd done this before, of course. Many times.

Emily was one of Paul's regular clients. For the past several months, they'd been meeting at her beach house in Pleasure Point at least once a week. Sometimes more.

Paul would spend the night making love to her in every conceivable way.

Afterwards, they'd lay in bed and talk. About sex. About her past experiences. About her marriage.

Her ex-husband was a highly successful entrepreneur who was wedded to his work. He was away from home a lot, traveling internationally.

They gradually drifted apart.

She became a workaholic too, advancing up the ranks at Apple. As the company's fortunes grew, so did hers. She became a senior VP and one of the highest paid female executives in the company.

With a marriage on life support.

Over time, her ex grew less and less attentive. Both in general and in bed. His idea of good sex was when he could get it up, get it in, and get it over with.

Emily grew increasingly frustrated and unhappy. Until one day, when her friend Jessica called.

"I have a surprise for you," Jessica said. "Your future self will thank me."

"What is it?"

"You mean, who is it? His name's Paul. And he's simply wonderful. You'll absolutely love him."

And Jessica was right, of course. Emily did love him. Or, more precisely, she loved making love with him.

Where her ex-husband was negligent, Paul was conscientious; where he was deficient, Paul excelled.

Paul took the time to build the anticipation. To make her feel beautiful. To seduce her.

He understood the importance of building the pleasure. Using his tongue and fingers to bring her to the height of sexual arousal.

And he always seemed to be ready. He was hard from the moment he arrived at her house. And he'd stay hard all night long.

And, of course, he knew how to fuck. God, he knew how to fuck. With his whole body. For the longest time. Stroking her with his big, beautiful cock until she came. Again and again and again.

Quite simply, sex with Paul was the best she'd ever had.

And now, he was doing it again. Tonguing her pussy so expertly.

"You're gonna make me cum!" she moaned. "You're gonna make me cum again!"

"Cum for me, baby," he whispered. "I love it when you cum."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried.

Her body started to shake, her mouth wide open.

He was sucking her clit. Just the way she liked it.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed.

He kept sucking and licking, without stopping, so she could ride the wave all the way to the beach.

Her screams combined with the sound of the crashing waves to make the most melodic music.

When she came to, Paul was cradling her in his arms.

"You good?" he asked, smiling.

"I'm so good," she sighed. "God, I'm gonna miss you."

"Well, we're not done yet," he said, softly. "We still got some more time."

"Thank God," she gasped. "I want you to fuck me again. I want you to fuck me again so bad."

"How do you wanna do it? What's your pleasure?"

"You decide."

He smiled, wryly.

"Is this a time for me to show initiative?"

"Yeah. I want you to take me whatever way you want. Whatever turns you on the most."

"What turns me on the most is pleasing you."

She chuckled.

"I'm telling ya, you're the perfect man."

"How 'bout a little legs up?"

He slipped his muscular arm under her leg and lifted it over his shoulder.

Then, he lifted her other leg over the other shoulder.

She gasped. She knew what was coming.

He raised himself up on his knees, his cock, long and thick, resting on her abdomen.

"My God, Paul. Why are you so big today?"

"I've been saving myself for you."

"Seriously?"

"I'm not kidding. I've been going without for a whole week. And that always makes me incredibly horny. And... big."

He shrugged. She gulped.

"Don't worry," he said, guiding his cock head to her pussy. "I'll be gentle."

She smiled and closed her eyes. She trusted him implicitly.

He pressed the tip against her lips.

He slowly pushed himself inside her pussy, spreading her.

The head popped in.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned.

He slowly pressed himself inside her.

Her hands were on his hips, guiding him.

He knew just from her touch how fast and how far to go.

She rocked her hips. She wanted more of him inside her.

He pressed his pelvis forward, penetrating her further.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned.

She was into it now. It felt good. She wanted more.

He pulled out slightly, then slid his cock back into her. Deeper.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned.

"You're so wet," he whispered. "You feel unbelievably good."

She opened her eyes, her hands touching his face.

"You feel unbelievably good," she said, her breath ragged.

He looked down and could see her body bent in two, her calves on his shoulders.

He could see his thick cock spreading her pink, glistening lips.

He was halfway inside her.

"I'm gonna go deeper now," he said. "OK?"

"Yeah," she gasped. "I want you to."

He rocked his pelvis, slowly, sinking his cock deeper into her warm, wet pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried.

He could tell it was a mix of pleasure and pain.

He pulled out slightly to give her a momentary reprieve, then thrust deeper inside her.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! she cried.

Her hands were caressing his arms now, feeling the muscles in his forearms and biceps.

He thrust again, deeper still.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried, loudly.

He picked up the pace, rocking his pelvis, going a little deeper with every thrust.

"Oh Paul! It feels so good!"

It felt good for him too. She was so warm and wet. It felt like he'd dipped his cock in a smoldering volcano.

He lifted himself onto his toes, in a upward dog position, his body weight supported by his hands, his feet, and his cock.

He began to rotate his pelvis, sensuously.

She could feel him in every part of her pussy.

"You're so fucking deep!" she moaned. "I can't believe how deep!"

He closed his eyes and pushed his pelvis all the way forward.

He was bottoming out, filling her with his huge cock.

"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyyyyyyyyeeeeee!" she screamed.

He started to grind his pelvis into her.

"Yes! Do that! You're gonna make me cum again!"

So, he kept doing it.

Her breasts were shaking as her body convulsed.

He could feel her pussy contracting around his cock.

She was cumming again.

He raised himself onto his knees, while maintaining a steady rhythm of thrusting.

Her legs were extended straight up, towards the ceiling, her ankles resting on his shoulders.

He held onto her thighs and started to push his cock deep inside her.

He knew from experience this position would make his cock feel extra big.

Sure enough, her eyes widened and she started to cry out.

"You feel so big!" she cried. "I can't believe how big!"

He kept pumping his pelvis, burying his cock into her pussy.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," she screamed.

He had one more trick up his sleeve. He held her legs together.

This tightened her pussy, elevating the sensation and pleasure even more.

"It feels like you're gonna split me in two!" she cried.

He thrust hard, slamming his cock as deep as it would go.

"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeyyyyyyy!" she screamed.

He slammed into her again, and again she screamed.

"I'm cumming again!" she cried. "Cum with me! Cum with me!"

He gave her a massive thrust and felt an electrical charge fire through his loins.

He exploded cum deep inside her pussy.

"I'm cumming," he gasped.

"Yes!" she cried. "Fill me up! Fill me with your cum!"

He shot another ribbon of cum deep inside her.

One more time, he erupted inside her, spraying her insides with his seed.

He kept thrusting into her, more slowly now, enjoying the aftershocks.

Finally, he collapsed on top of her, out of breath.

She held his face in her hands.

"That was incredible," she panted. "I came so hard!"

"Me too," he said, out of breath.

He rolled over and lay on his back, next to her.

They both lay looking at the ceiling, catching their breath.

"You sure I can't entice you to come on a business trip or two with me?"

He looked over at her. She was smiling.

"I don't think so," he said, softly.

"Oh, come on," she teased. "Not even one?"

He looked in both of her eyes.

"I can't, Emily," he said. "I've found someone."

She looked at him, nodding.

"I know. Jessica told me."

He tried to read how she was feeling, but she looked away.

"But if I wasn't with someone," he said, "I'd be there in a minute. Hell, I'd stow away in your luggage."

She took a deep breath.

"And if I was twenty years younger, maybe we could go steady."

He reached over and touched her face.

"I appreciate everything you've done for me, Emily."

She looked at him, putting on a brave face.

"I appreciate everything you've done for me. So, I guess we're even."

Paul could see the sadness in her eyes. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her.

He had come to truly care for her. He appreciated her kindness. Her passion.

He was going to miss her.

"So, is that it?" she asked, her eyes plaintive. "Are we done?"

"You mean, tonight?"

"Yeah. Has my time run out? I don't know even know what time it is. Or where the hell my phone is."

She was trying her best to be funny. To keep it light.

Paul knew her well enough to know her true feelings.

"I think we left our stuff by the pool," he said, softly. "We have 'til eight. Basically, 'til the sun sets."

She lifted her head and gazed at the horizon.

The shimmering orange sun hovered just above the horizon.

"Looks like I'm shit outta luck," she said, sardonically.

"No," he said, shaking his head. "We've got more time. Don't worry about that."

Actually, he wasn't sure how much time they had. He just didn't want her to be sad.

"Listen, I have an idea," he said, turning towards her. "I think you're gonna like this."

He was trying to sound upbeat. To nudge her back into a happier mood.

"Remember when we were checking out the view earlier? Over by the railing? Having our drinks?"

"Yeah."

"How 'bout we refresh our drinks and go take in the sunset for a while. Wrap ourselves in a blanket and... you know... snuggle. Another round of drinks and maybe another round of... you know."

She looked at him, her face reflecting her mixed emotions.

"You sure you don't want to just call it a day?" she asked. "Say our final farewells?"

He looked at her sincerely.

"No," he said, shaking his head. "I don't wanna do that. Not yet."

She looked at him, misty-eyed. She didn't want to do that either. Not yet.

"C'mon," he said, his voice urgent. "Let's watch the sunset together. It'll be good."

She looked over at the sunset, and then back at him.

"OK," she said, quietly.

He helped her off the bed, then went to the beverage cart to make their drinks.

"Feel like another sunrise?" he asked.

"Sure," she said. "Maybe not as strong this time."

He started to make the drinks. She retrieved her bra and panties.

"I don't have much tolerance for alcohol anymore," she said, putting on her bra. "One of the hazards of getting old."

"You're not old," he said. "But I'll go light on the tequila anyway. Just enough to bring out your wild side."

She pulled on her thong.

"I think I'll go collect my things from the pool," she said.

"I'll get 'em," he said. "Go make yourself comfortable."

He handed her the glass, put on his g-string, and headed down to the pool to fetch their stuff.

He wondered, once he returned with her the dress, if she'd just put it on and leave.

And that would be it. Their relationship would be over. Just like that.

When he got back to the gazebo, he saw her standing at the railing, looking out at the sunset.

He put the clothes on a chair, grabbed the comforter off the bed, and went to join her.

She was bent over, her forearms resting on the padded railing, the sun bathing her face in a warm, soft light.

She looked amazing, wearing nothing but her lacy thong and bra, her exquisite ass looking almost naked from behind.

"Now that is a beautiful sight," he said, as he approached.

She kept looking at the sunset, wistfully.

He came up behind her and wrapped the comforter around both of them.

"Mmmmm," she said, softly.

"That's quite a view," he said, softly. "Beautiful, sumptuous, inviting. And the ocean doesn't look bad either."

She gave him a wry look.

"Very funny," she said, sardonically. "I was just thinking, the setting sun's an apt metaphor for what's happening right now."

"How so?"

"It's just a matter or time before it all flames out."

"Hmmm," he said, his hands on her waist.

"What is it with you and me, anyway?" she asked, looking up at him.

"What do you mean?"

She gave a shrug.

"I've broken up with men before, but it didn't feel like this."

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

"How does it feel?"

She took a breath.

"To be honest, it feels like it did when I broke up with my high school boyfriend. I feel like a frickin' teenager for God sakes. At my age."

She shook her head.

"We have a special connection," he said, simply.

"That's exactly what I told Jessica. We have a special connection. I wonder why that is."

He thought for a moment.

"I'm not sure. Maybe because we spend so much of our time just... playing. You know, role playing, play acting, playing in bed. It just feels so natural with you. So relaxed."

The front of his body was pressed against her backside, his pelvis against her ass.

"I know what you mean. I feel like I can just be myself with you. At work, I feel like I have to be 'on' all the time. With you, I can just... let go."

"We can be our authentic selves."

She rocked her hips, rubbing herself against him.

"Like when we make love," she whispered. "I've never felt so... free. Free to just let it out. Free to express my pleasure."

Paul felt his cock lengthening between her ass cheeks.

"You're really good at expressing your pleasure."

"Honestly," she chuckled, "I was never a screamer before. Not 'til I met you."

"I think it helps we both love the same things."

"We do, don't we?" she said, leaning back against him. "There's a congruence between us. More than any man I've ever known."

She reached back with one hand and caressed his taut ass.

"Like when you do me from behind," she gasped. "Just to take one example. And you grab me by the hips. And you just... take me. I just love it when you do that. And I know you love it too."

"I do," he whispered, his cock hardening. "And we both like it when I go really deep."

His cock was getting hard now, nestled between her cheeks.

"That makes me cum so hard. When you do that. As we just witnessed."

"And cumming at the same time. We both love that too."

"Yep," she said.

She smiled and began to sing.

"Come together. Right now."

"Over me," they sang, in unison.

They both laughed.

"I guess John Lennon loved that too."

He was rocking his hips, rubbing himself against her ass. He was so hard.

She arched her back, rubbing him back.

Through the opening in the blanket, he could see her full breasts spilling out of her bra.

"Your breasts look amazing. You look amazing."

Her nipples were pressing against the lacy cups of her bra, begging for attention.

"It's the breeze off the water," she whispered. "The cool air makes my nipples stand up."

"May I?" he asked.

"Mmmmm," she said, drawing her shoulders back.

He reached around her and cupped her breasts in his big hands, rubbing her nipples through the lace with his thumbs.

He pulled the straps of her bra off her shoulders and she wiggled out of it.

She went back to rubbing his cock with her ass cheeks.

"Take this off too," he whispered, pulling her thong over her hips.

She reached back and pulled at his g-string. He pulled it off and kicked it away.

His cock was standing straight up now, nestled between her ass cheeks.

She was bent over, resting her forearms on the padded railing, offering her butt to him.

He reached around and found her erect nipples, playing with them.

"Ohhhhh!" she gasped. "I'm super sensitive there."

He kept massaging them, making them stand up even more.

"You know," he said, softly, "I've heard there are women whose nipples are so sensitive, they can be brought to orgasm just by doing this."

He slipped her nipples between his fingers and gave them a squeeze.

"That's true," she gasped. "I'm one of them."

"No way!"

She nodded.

"I used to have nipple orgasms when I was younger."

"That's so fucking hot," he whispered. "How do I not know that?"

She turned at looked at him.

"There're lots of things you don't know about me," she said, plaintively. "And now, you probably never will."

"You know what we should do?" he said. "What you and I should do... together?"

"What?" she gasped.

"All the things we both love. I wanna take you from behind. Right here. Looking out at the ocean. And I wanna play with your nipples. And go really, really deep. And I want both of us to cum at the same time."

"You're making me so wet right now."

She was arching her back and rocking her pelvis, stroking his cock with her pussy.

"Maybe I could give you an orgasm and a nipple orgasm at the same time. Wouldn't that be a kick?"

She looked at him, smiling.

"That would be a kick," she gasped. "Let's try!"

He was glad to see the old Emily back. With a smile on her face.

He began by holding her in his strong arms, nuzzling her, and kissing her softly on the neck.

"I love when you kiss me there," she murmured.

"I know you do," he whispered.

He began playing with her nipples, using both hands to maximize the pleasure.

He was alternating between soft caresses and tweaking them between his thumbs and index fingers.

Before long, her body was shaking and she was breathing hard.

She was luxuriating in the pleasure. Losing herself in whirlpools of sensation.

"Oh Paul," she gasped. "I'm so hot."

He cupped her big breasts with his strong hands, rolling the nipples in his palms.

"I like that," she whispered, "the way you're touching me. I'm getting close!"

He reached down to feel her pussy with one hand, while the other kept tweaking and rubbing her nipple.

She wasn't kidding. She was soaking wet.

"Maybe do my pussy for a little bit."

He slowly pulled down her thong, leaving it wrapped around one ankle.

He bent her over on the railing and spread her legs.

"I'd love to feel your tongue for a little bit" she gasped. "If you're up for it."

"I'm always up for licking your pussy."

He sat underneath her and slowly licked her wet pussy with his broad tongue.

He licked her expertly until her body started to shake.

"I'm ready for you to come inside me," she gasped. "I feel really close to cumming."

He stood behind her and guided his rock hard cock to her dripping wet pussy.

She stuck out her ass, her back arched.

He bent his knees and pushed himself inside her.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned.

He held her by the hips, thrusting his pelvis.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned again.

He began undulating his body, pressing his cock into her, burying himself inside her pussy.

He reached his hands around her, finding her nipples.

"Yes!" she cried. "Do that!"

He was pumping her, furiously, plunging his cock deep inside her pink pussy.

His fingers were rolling her nipples, while he thrust faster and faster.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she screamed. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard!"

He bent his knees and began thrusting fast and hard. Jackhammering her.

"Pinch my nipples! Pinch my nipples and you'll make me cum!"

He took her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. They were big and hard.

He was still impaling her with his cock, bottoming out with every thrust.

Her body started to shake. She threw her head back.

He could feel her pussy start to contract.

"Now! Pinch 'em! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

He pinched her nipples between his thumb and finger.

"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeyyyyyyy" she screamed.

Her body was convulsing, shaking like a rag doll.

"I'm cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmming! she cried.

He kept pinching her nipples and impaling her with his cock, feeling her pussy contracting around him.

It felt like she was sucking the cum right out of him.

His orgasm built from the very core of his being.

Huge ribbons of cum exploded out of his cock.

"I'm cumming!" he shouted. "I'm cumming!"

He felt like he was filling her with his cum.

They were both screaming, their bodies flailing, enjoying the very peaks of sexual pleasure, as they looked out at the crashing surf and the sun setting in the western sky.

When they came to, he was holding her in his arms, his cock still inside her. as they watched the last vestiges of the sunset disappear.

"That was epic," he said, finally. "Maybe the best ever."

"I've never had three orgasms at the same time before."

"Three?"

"Yeah. Vaginal. Clitoral. Nipple. All at once."

"Wow. That's amazing. You're amazing."

"We're amazing together, Paul. I'm telling you, it's never been this good. Ever."

"I"m glad you enjoyed it.



"I just don't understand why we'd need to end it?"

"Well, the sun went down. It's time."

"I don't mean tonight. I mean in general."

"We talked about this. I'm with someone now. I want to treat her right."

"But what we have is special. You said it yourself. Why throw it away?"

"We're not throwing it away," he said.

"OK, ending it. Pulling the plug. Whatever you want to call it. It doesn't make any sense."

Paul thought for a moment.

"I agree that what we have is amazing. But it was always ephemeral. To me, it's kinda like... we were riding a wave. A big, beautiful wave that rises up when the conditions are just right. It's full of potential and promise, and it fills you with energy and excitement. But it's fleeting. It doesn't last forever. I'm just glad you and I were there when it happened."

"In my experience," she said, "those waves you talk about don't come along very often in life. Trust me. When two people have the chemistry we have, it's a rare thing. You make it sound like it's a matter of luck. We just happened to be in the right place at the right time."

"I don't think it was luck. We had to put our work in. To catch a really great wave, you have to get a lot of things right. Be in the right position. Have the right mind set. The timing has to be perfect. You and I had to get a lot of things right too. We needed to be fearless enough to go for it. We needed to build trust with each other. We needed to learn how to really please each other. And if we didn't get those things right, maybe we don't catch that wave. But guess what? We not only caught it, we rode the hell out of it. It was fun, and exciting, and fulfilling. We had the ride of our lives. But now, the wave isn't ridable anymore. The conditions have changed. It's closed out and its energy has returned to the ocean. And we could feel bad about that. Or we could say, you know what? We caught one helluva wave. We had a great ride. And, dammit, we enjoyed every second of it."

She looked at him, considering this.

"We did enjoy it. Every single moment."

"And those skills? The trust and the learning and the fearlessness? I'm certain you're gonna use them on another wave, with another lover, and have another fantastic ride."

She looked at him, smiling.

"Paul, you're an extraordinary young man. And a good friend. I'm glad I know you."

He nodded.

"I'm honored to be your friend, Emily. Come on. I'll walk you home."

They gathered their things and walked along the cliffs towards her house.

When they got to her door, she turned and faced him.

"I'll see you around."

"Take care, Emily."

She smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

Then, she went inside and slowly shut the door.

As Paul walked home along the cliffs, a melody kept playing in his head. It was a song that Maddie had played for him long ago. From one of her favorite albums.

It was a lullaby. Sad, yet reassuring. Haunting, yet hopeful.

It seemed to capture his feelings perfectly.

When he got to his apartment, he found the song on his laptop and listened to it on his ear buds. He stood at the window looking out at the ocean as the last remnants of the sunset disappeared.

When it was over, as he was shutting down his laptop, he got a notification. A deposit had been made to his equity account: 200 shares of Apple stock. Current market value: $42,710.

He sent Emily a link to the song and a simple message.

thanks for an unforgettable ride

You Can Close Your Eyes, by James Taylor

Well, the sun is surely sinkin' down

But the moon is slowly risin'

So this old world must still be spinnin' 'round

And I still love you

So close your eyes

You can close your eyes, it's alright

I don't know no love songs

And I can't sing the blues anymore

But I can sing this song

And you can sing this song

When I'm gone

It won't be long before another day

We're gonna have a good time

And no one's gonna take that time away

You can stay as long as you like

So close your eyes

You can close your eyes, it's alright

I don't know no love songs

And I can't sing the blues anymore

But I can sing this song

And you can sing this song

When I'm gone

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