The Reunion (7 page)

“Too bad. Later, maybe.” Maria
whirled and dove into the water, which did little to cool her growing heat.

She paddled to the middle of the
pool and turned in time to see Sarah reach behind her neck to untie her dress. It
pooled gracefully at her feet. Maria wet her lips, elated that Sarah hadn’t
requested a swimsuit—at least not yet.

Sarah stretched and cupped her
breasts as if unaware of her audience of one. Maria smiled to herself,
recalling Sarah’s sexual delight when she’d climaxed the night before. Yes,
this woman knew how to tease. Maria’s toes curled in the waters as she conjured
up more patience than she thought she possessed.

Sarah stood and stared at Maria for
the longest time, as if waging an internal debate, before knifing into the
water. She swam underwater like a fish and popped up right beside her hostess.

“You’re stunning, Maria,” she
intoned, treading water. “I’ve never seen such dark nipples. You must taste
like cinnamon.”

“I’m not telling,” Maria bantered. “You’ll
have to find that out for yourself, if you really want to know.”

Sarah gave her a curious look. “Maybe
I will.” Then she arched her body and backstroked across the pool, giving Maria
a most erotic view before turning and swimming back to her.

Maria climbed onto a floating
cushion and held another out for Sarah.

“Spicy.” Sarah’s eyes glittered. “That’s
an apt description for you—you do make me think of cinnamon.” Sarah’s cheeks
turned red and then she closed her eyelids, as if to hide her desire.

Maria nodded. She could wait. It was
just a matter of time before Sarah’s sexual curiosity or hunger would induce
her to act.

They floated lazily for a while. Smoothing
her belly, wishing it was Sarah’s fingers caressing her skin and dipping lower,
Maria watched Sarah’s breasts rising and falling gently. She licked her lips
and rubbed her mound. It was tempting to bring herself off with the sun warming
her skin and Sarah warming her blood. But she pulled back from the edge. “Hey,
you.”

 Sarah cocked an eye open and gave
her a small smile. “Yes.”

“You’re not used to the California
sun. Unless you want to rival a red lobster, we’d better get back under the
shade.” She pointed toward the lounge chairs beside the pool.

“I do burn easy.” Sarah rolled off
the cushion and angled toward the chairs.

Both women climbed out of the pool
at the same time. “Damn,” Maria said, “I forgot to bring out towels. Guess we’ll
just have to dry off out here.” Maria stretched out on the nearest chaise and
pointed to the one beside her.

“How convenient. You are so
forgetful.” Sarah shook her head and flashed a smile as she stretched out on
the lounge. “Of course, any seducing will be up to me.”

“Of course.” Maria frowned. “You’re
not going to hold it against me for wanting to flaunt the possibilities?”

Sarah leaned back and sighed. “You’re
a delight to look at.”

“Our skin tones will do nice
together, don’t you think?” Maria tried not to purr. “Cinnamon and ivory.”

Sarah closed her eyes. “I’m trying
not to think about it too much.”

“Too bad,” Maria sighed. “I can
hardly imagine anything else. We’re going to be damn good together, you know?”

“So do we tell Adam I know you’re
not his maid, but rather his lover?”

Maria grinned wickedly at Sarah
peeking through lowered eyelashes. “Why should we? It might be more fun to let
him think you’re buying into the charade.”

“That might give me the advantage I
need.”

“What is it with you two?” Maria
turned on her side. “It sounds like each of you thinks you’re engaged in some
sort of life and death battle.”

“Maybe we are.”

“I doubt that. You looked like you’d
found a sexual heaven when you came for him last night.” Maria smiled as Sarah’
eyes suddenly went wide.

“You?” Sarah jerked upright. “You
didn’t!”

“Uh huh.” Maria didn’t attempt to
hide her smugness. “There’s a full length one-way mirror in our bedroom. Adam
had you standing right in front of it. I could’ve reached out and touched you.”

“Oh my God.” Sarah crossed her arms
below her breasts. “You saw him fingering me and licking me.”

Maria nodded. “Your pussy looked scrumptious.
Your clit craved attention. And when Adam tongued your ass, I thought you were
going to implode. But Adam was too quick with you. Way too quick. Rest assured,
I’ll never be that quick with you. You have a body worth adoration and very,
very slow sex.”

“You better shut up,” Sarah said
hoarsely. “Or you’re going to talk me into an orgasm—and I’m the one who’s
supposed to be the seducer. Right?”

“Right.” Maria giggled. “Though I’ve
never heard of anyone not wanting an orgasm.”

“Well, you have now. Me.” A shadow
crossed Sarah’s face. “I’m glad you enjoyed watching. If I’d known, I might’ve
been able to put on a better show. So did you come with me?”

“Absolutely.” Maria blew her guest a
kiss. “You don’t think I was going to be left out entirely, do you? You were so
hot. Pepper—I called you Pepper when I came.”

Sarah blinked.

“Your hair is so black against your
creamy skin. You were hot when I first greeted you at the door. I wanted to
stroke your nipples when Adam displayed them for me in the library. They were
so rosy they looked like they were blazing hot.” Maria paused to wet her lips. “I
can hardly wait to dip my tongue in your pussy. I know you must be hotter than
hot. Is it okay if I call you Pepper?”

Sarah chuckled and made a show of
fanning herself. “You have a vivid imagination, I’ll give you that. Call me whatever
you want. I’ve been called worse.” Sarah arched an eyebrow. “So is the master
bedroom the only room that has an ante room for watching?”

“Ah. You are a clever lady. No. So
does the room where I’m staying.”

“I thought it might.” A corner of
Sarah’s mouth turned up. “So you’re going to show me this room off your bedroom
so I can watch you and Adam.”

“Of course. That sounds only fair.” Maria
grinned and padded toward the house tugging Sarah by the hand. “I was wondering
how long it would take you to ask. Knowing you’re watching will be so exciting.”

Chapter Four

Adam bit down on a hamburger trying
to make sense of what was happening around him. He sat at one end of the picnic
table and Maria and Sarah sat on either side of him. They’d been frolicking
like two young fillies. Both of them had said they enjoyed spending time
getting to know each other.

How well did they know each other?

They’d both changed clothes since he’d
left in the morning. Had the maid helped their guest with that task? Maria had
on a lace halter that did absolutely nothing to conceal her dark nipples. She
also wore a short black skirt that revealed everything she had to offer when
she bent over to take beer out of the cooler.

He glanced at Sarah, grinning at
Maria as if they shared a secret. With satisfaction, he noted their visitor had
also dressed for the picnic. She wore a man’s style denim shirt knotted below
her breasts, exposing a bare midriff and an appealing navel. She hadn’t
bothered fastening any shirt buttons, so her breasts threatened to pop out
whenever she twisted from side to side. She also wore a short denim skirt. He
hadn’t seen her retrieve a beer but he was keenly aware if she did she would be
exposed completely to him and Maria—and that possibility didn’t seem to bother
her at all.

So what had happened while he was
gone? A lot, apparently. Had Maria already turned Sarah into her sex slave? He
had no doubt that she could and she would. Sweet Sarah Atkinson didn’t stand a
chance.

Why did that thought gnaw at him? They
were two adult women. He had no sole claim on either one. He reached for a beer
trying not to stare at the by-play going on between the two of them. If Maria
hadn’t enticed Sarah into her bed yet, it wouldn’t take much longer. And Sarah
had no idea what that could entail. She wasn’t accustomed to living on the
sexual edge. Maria thrived on it.

Who should he be pissed at? Maria
for her wily ways, or Sarah for her innocence?

“You seem very pensive, Adam,” Sarah
said, touching his arm. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Fine.” He swallowed at the sight of
a nipple peeking out around her shirt and watched Sarah absently tuck it back
behind the blue fabric. “So what did you two manage to do all day?”

“How many times do you have to ask?”
Sarah looked perplexed. “Maria gave me a guided tour of the grounds and the
house. We did some shopping. Chicago styles are a little different from those
here in California. And we went for a swim.” She batted her eyelashes. “Too bad
you couldn’t join us.”

“How did you like the pool?”

“It’s great.”

“Sarah’s an expert swimmer,” Maria
chimed in. She laughed, her breasts bobbing freely. “I almost had to drag her
out of the pool before she got burned.”

“I bet you did.” Why did Maria look
so amused at his response? Was he being petulant? He blinked. Was he jealous? No
way. But if so, which woman was he jealous about—his lover for the past two
years, or the interloper?

“I’ve always been envious of
California tans,” Sarah said, “probably ever since my mom played the Beach Boys
singing
California Girls
.”

Maria reached for another ear of
corn. “You’ll have to spend a long time out here to get that kind of tan.”

Adam watched Maria gnaw on the corn
cob. She started at the small end and worked around it with deliberate care. She
winked at Sarah and placed her lips over the end of the cob. Maria closed her
eyes and worked the cob in and out, chewing and sucking.

Adam’s cock cramped in his tight
shorts. He peeked at Sarah, who appeared mesmerized by Maria’s actions, almost
drooling. Maria didn’t stop. Sarah flushed. She ran a hand across her neck. And
down her cleavage.

“Ahem.”

Startled, Sarah looked blankly at
him. He grabbed her hand and got up from the table. “It looks like you’re ready
for bed.” He glared at Maria, who had stopped long enough to gawk at him. “The
maid can clean up and play with as many cobs as she can manage.”

“But,” Sarah protested, “I’m not
done eating.”

“I understand that,” Adam growled,
patting her rear. “Believe me. You definitely are not done eating.”

“Isn’t that better than any old corn
cob?” Adam said, looking down at the back of Sarah’s head bobbing up and down.

“Absolutely,” she said, quickly
catching a breath before returning to his cock.

“You are an expert,” he muttered,
pulling her up into his arms. “But not yet. Come. Lie down on the bed. I never
really had the opportunity to finish desert—last night or tonight.”

“You could have stayed the night,”
Sarah huffed. “I wasn’t anywhere near finished.”

“That wasn’t an option.”

“Will you stay tonight?”

“Maybe,” he said, covering her mouth
with his. She opened, inviting his tongue. Instead, he slowly licked her lips
and pecked at the corner of her mouth. He traced her jaw line with his lips. Her
little mews of desire pleased him. He knew she wanted him to be quicker, but
she was going to learn about slow love.
Correct that.
About slow sex.
He inched down the cord of her neck,
leaving wet evidence of his presence. He worked his tongue down her cleavage. She
arched her back. He chuckled.

“Not yet, baby. Not nearly yet.” He
slid past her breast, tracing the crease of her abs. He rimmed her belly button
with his tongue. Was she remembering him doing the same thing to her ass the
night before? She hoisted her hips off the bed. She was greedy. He’d never
thought of Sarah Atkinson as greedy, particularly when it came to sex.

Ignoring the invitation of her hips,
he worked back up to the underside of her breasts.

“Oh my,” she whimpered. Her fingers
wove through his hair.

He licked each breast thoroughly
before teasing a nipple with his tongue. He stopped just short of touching it. He
smiled watching it extend, seeking his mouth. He settled his mouth around the
nipple and as much breast as he could manage and suckled.

His steady sucking taunted the woman
beneath him. She waggled her bottom from side to side, offering her ultimate
treasure. He refused to touch her there. She lowered her hand in search of
pleasure; he slapped it away. She groaned and lay back, apparently resigned to
the slow torture he had planned for her.

Nothing he could do, however, could
keep her from coming. He wasn’t going to try. When he moved to suckle the
second nipple, Sarah raised and lowered her chest rapidly and moaned hoarsely.

“You son of a bitch. You made me
come without even touching me.”

He raised his head. “I beg to
differ, my lady. I am most certainly touching you.” He stuck out his tongue at
her and smiled.

“That’s not what I meant. Why do you
want to torture me this way?”

“But isn’t it a sweet torture?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “But enough. Fuck
me.”

“I’ll fuck you when I’m ready and
not before.” He flashed a broad smile at her. “But don’t hold back waiting for
me. Come as often as you need to.” With that said, Adam worked his mouth back
down to her navel. As before, he knelt by her side and kept his hands to
himself, relying only on tongue and lips to tease and caress.

His lips moved along the hairline
guiding him to her pussy. Sarah’s body stilled in apparent anticipation. But he
didn’t follow that hair line to its conclusion. He traced a path to her thigh
and kissed his way to her knee. There he paused long enough to discover that
it, too, was an erotic zone for her. He couldn’t help but wonder if she already
knew that. He licked a path along her calf and ankle. She had the creamiest
skin he’d ever seen, right down to her toes.

When he shifted his position to work
up her other side, Sarah thrashed as if undergoing great pain. “Hasn’t anyone
ever taken the time to love you slowly and thoroughly,” he said lightly when he
reached her knee. She didn’t answer.

He advanced up her inner thigh. Again,
Sarah’s body quieted. Was she uncertain what he might do next? She should be. He
stopped.

“No,” she cried. “Touch me, please. My
pussy.” She lowered both hands across her belly.

Adam grabbed her wrists and held
them tight. His mouth hovered over her mound. “No,” he countered. “I don’t need
your help.” Her pelvis bucked, demanding.

He laughed against the outline of her
moist lips. “You can be quite single minded, can’t you?” He blew at her pussy,
starting at its bottom and moving toward its apex. He smiled at the hard nubbin
peeking out at him. Adam tapped the clit with the end of his tongue and Sarah muttered,
“Damn,” and was off again.

He waited. Maybe she would learn he
could be a very patient man when he wanted to be.

“Enough,” she said.

“Hardly,” he responded, lowering his
tongue to her widening pussy. He slid it up and down her folds and then easily slithered
into her portal.

She gasped. She lay still and did
not resist his hold on her wrists. She must be agonizing over what he would do
next. Would he tongue her roughly to orgasm? Or would he continue taking her
bit by bit to a monster climax?

He proceeded to take her bit by bit.

This time she seemed to acquiesce to
his wants. She spread her hips wide. He curled her fingers in his hands, giving
her something to hold onto in the face of the forces building within. He worked
his tongue languidly around her heated interior. Her hips quivered. Her
fingernails dug into his palms, then her pussy clamped around his tongue. He
maintained a steady pace traversing in and out.

“Jesus!” Sarah exclaimed, starting
to scrunch away from him, then giving herself up to his erotic torment. “It’s
starting. Again!” Her hips sank into the bed.

Adam pressed his tongue deeper,
waiting. Then she detonated. Her hips drove up, grinding against his mouth,
bruising his lips.

“Oh,” she gasped. “Huge...never
before.”

Disquieting emotion swept through
Adam as he gulped at her flow. With each lunge of her hips she gushed anew,
until she collapsed.

He clutched her tight, not letting her
roll away into her private world. Instead, he continued kissing her pussy
lightly until she relaxed and breathed evenly.

At last, he looked into her eyes. They
were pools of moisture. Her plaintive plea tore at his innards, but he knew
what he had to do. He climbed off the bed, pulled on his trousers and tossed on
his shirt. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Now you know. I can do
slow, too.” He quickly turned and walked out of the bedroom before he could
change his mind.

- o -

Sarah lay alone in his large bed,
trying not to take his departure personally. After all, Maria had needs, too.

Hugging a pillow to her bosom, she
looked at the mirror. Had Maria been watching? She waved at the mirror and felt
foolish. If she had, she wouldn’t be there any longer. She’d be getting ready
for Adam.

Sarah struggled to a sitting
position. Damn, could she still stand—let alone walk?

Yes, Adam Granger could do slow. Had
she ever known sex was akin to torture? Had she ever been loved more
thoroughly?

She stumbled toward the door. But
Adam hadn’t come. Sarah managed a small grin. That wasn’t her worry. Maria was
probably taking care of that.

Sarah closed the bedroom door behind
her and padded softly down the hallway until she came to the entrance to the
anteroom next to Maria’s bedroom.

She stepped in to find a small room
set up with two small soft chairs. One had a note pinned to it.

Hi Sarah,

You looked delectable tonight! I’m
glad Adam took you slowly. I can hardly wait for my turn. I have to run and get
ready for Adam. He should have buckets tonight. Enjoy the show. Feel free to
use any of the toys.

Love,

M

Sarah sat down and raised the
curtain covering the one-way mirror. She hadn’t arrived soon enough to catch
the preliminaries, but Adam was no doubt in a big hurry by now.

She watched with fascination as
Maria rode his pole. Adam was on his back. Maria was on top facing away from
him and squarely facing the mirror. Clearly Maria had chosen the position for
the delight of the voyeur as well as the participants.

There was no sound. That was a huge
drawback. But she’d never before watched a man and woman make love. Not that
she could see much of Adam. Well, she could certainly see his most important
parts.

She wet her lips and parted her robe
to pull on her own nipples just as Maria was pulling on hers. The woman’s mouth
was moving. She was crying out even though Sarah couldn’t hear what she was
saying.

Even while climaxing, Maria kept her
gaze focused on where Sarah sat. Adam’s hips began pumping—his climax must be
approaching.