Thieves

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

What was it about him that made it so easy to just forget things, put them aside, I wasn’t sure. I only knew that the way he looked at me, the way he even talked to me, not like most of the men kissing my ass to get what they wanted, fired up a heat I hadn’t felt in ages, if ever.

Falling on the bed, I felt his stiff hard cock on my belly and lifted one leg over his with the heat of my moist arousal pressing against him. Embraced in each other’s arms, our lips met, our tongues wrestled with a want and need that seemed to match the others. When our kiss ended, he leaned up lying on his side, one elbow with his hand under my back as I lay back.

“You really don’t want to leave now, do you?” He asked and just the look in his eyes had my heart beating rapidly. Slowly he slid his hand down the side of my breast, my side, hip, over my ass and between my legs, gently pressing his finger against my moist opening. I moaned softly in response sliding my leg higher up his, inviting him in farther. He teased, slowly running his fingers up and down my labia and circling the entrance to my warm pussy, my wetness coating his fingers. “Need more convincing?” He stated more than asked and dropped his head down taking my nipple in his mouth, gently sucking it while his hand caressed against my inner thigh at the same time pushing it off his leg. With the pressure of his hand on my thigh, I shifted, letting my leg fall open giving him full access to my sex, which he immediately took advantage of, pressing his finger inside my warm depths.

“Ooooohhhhhh,” I growled as my hips arched against his hand while my hand pressed his head to my chest. “You’re making it impossible to say no.”

“Mmmm, that’s the idea, isn’t it?” He said softly when his head came up before I felt his mouth sucking on my other nipple.

”Uhm yes….” I answered in a hoarsely. He moved his thumb up to my clit, circling it, while adding another finger, stroking in and out of my pussy. “Oh god, please.” I whimpered, placing my hand on the top of his head, gently pushing him towards my pussy.

I heard him chuckle softly as he withdrew his fingers and repositioned himself so that he was between my legs. I moaned again raising my hips when I felt his nose brush through the curls above my pussy then his tongue slide along my labia.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

Sweet and wet and tasty … so I thought as I drew my tongue up along the length of her slit, from the bottom all the way up to her clit on top. As the tip of my tongue danced lightly on her clit, Rebecca gasped and I felt her hips quiver.

“Ooo, Quint,” she cooed as her fingers wove through my hair, holding me close to her yearning pussy.

Her legs had fallen open and spread her glistening folds apart. I ran my tongue up and down along her inner lips hearing her hiss and sigh and feeling her hips begin to rock gently. Her hands pulled me tighter against her and I spread my tongue wide and flat and began to lap at her damp entrance. The tip of my tongue teased her opening before gliding up to circle her clit again.

“Oh, Quint … eat me … eat my pussy!” she begged loudly as her body began to writhe with pleasure and her hands pulled at me desperately, almost grabbing me by the ears. Her legs rose up and folded around my shoulders, her heels digging into my back. “Oh, fuck me with your tongue!”

All lips and tongue, I began to hum as my mouth closed around her pussy. My tongue flicked up and down along her slit and my fingers probed at her opening. In straight lines and circles I toured her pussy, feeling her grind herself against me. Her moans and cries grew louder and more frantic the faster I went. Two then three fingers up plunged inside her turning and twisting. Then I clamped my mouth around her clit and sucked it up, letting my teeth graze on the hard little nub.

“Oh, fuck, Quint!” she cried out. “Oh … oh … ah … uh … ooooohhhh!”

I felt her thighs clamp against my head and a tremor sweep up through her body from her pussy. I looked up from between her legs and saw her hands cupping and squeezing her breasts, her small dark nipples pointed and puckered as she pulled at them.

I kissed my way up over her belly, licked around her navel and kept going. I suckled each of her breasts, wetting the nipples with my kisses and then blowing over them, making her back arch and bringing a deep gasp from her lips. By the time my lips found hers again, she pulled my face to hers and kissed me urgently, tonguing me, nipping at my lips. I reached down and directed my cock toward her pussy, no so wet and ready for me again.

“Oh, yes, Quint!” she cried. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

But as I pushed up inside her warm wet pussy, feeling the head pop inside and her wetness coat the shaft of my cock, our eyes fixed on each other and I knew that this was not just some lustful fucking, not just two willing bodies looking to get off. Both of us had probably had too much of that recently. This felt different to me. This felt like making love, like pleasing each other and enjoying their response.

“You want it like this?” I asked, bending her legs up so that her pussy was pulled tight around my cock. Then I began to thrust my hips back and forth working the knob of my cock in and out of her, rubbing her vagina, brushing against her clit, and stretching the lips of her pussy tight.

“Mmm, yeah … just like that, Quint … oh, yeah … like that!”

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

I moaned, the walls of my vagina quivered and my clit grew hard and sensitive as he pulled my hips, thrusting, caressing my g-spot with each stroke. I watched as his cock slid in and out of my glistening pussy and the look of lust that came over him when my pussy tightened around his cock. It was the first time I could ever remember being with a man that matched my own passion for making love, not just screwing. One that there were no false pretenses, no discomfort between us where inhibitions had to be stored, and this aroused me to no end. There was something definitely between us that was different than anything I had experienced before.

“Still good or you want faster?” He groaned, looking deep in my eyes at the same time thrusting hard and deep.

“Oh god yes…faster Quint faster…” I moaned cupping and squeezing my breasts, feeling the heat intensify.

“Like this?”

I felt his balls slapping the cheeks of my ass as he started driving his cock in and out of my pussy with a wild energy.

“Oh yeah…sooo good…”

Sloshing and slapping noises filled the room along with moans and groans, harder and faster he plunged in until I felt the tension well up, I thought surely I was going to burst.

“Not yet woman.” He growled, obviously seeing how close I was and pulled his cock out.

“Oh fuck, what do you mean not yet.” I moaned in frustration, but saw a wicked little spark in his eyes when he quickly grabbed my hips and rolled me over.

“Just what I said.” There was a slight tease in his voice and then he pulled my hips up pulling me to my knees. He pressed his cock in the crease of my ass and rubbed it up and down between the cheeks and along my wet slit, slowly, teasing, taunting.

“Damn Quint….I was just about to cum…” I said raising up on my hands and spreading my legs wider, my ass and pussy were both twitching and rocking against his cock.

“Oh you’re going to cum darlin, we’re both going to.” He said continuing to tease, building the tension even higher. I reached between my legs stroking his balls just at the time I felt him slam his cock into my anxious pussy. Over and over again he plunged in, quick, hard, deep with his nails biting into my hips as he pulled me back at the same force he was fucking me with.

“Oooohhhh…oh god…I’m going to…oh god….”

“Fuck yes…cum now…both of us…” He grunted pulling me back hard several times, filling me with his hot cum. I jerked back against him, my pussy quivered and pulsed around his cock and I cried out, wave after wave of pleasure rippled through me.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

I felt my cock empty itself into her pussy until we collapsed in a sweaty mess on the mattress. I kept grinding my hips against her ass until my limp cock fell free of her wet pussy. Then, I moved onto the sheets beside her.

“Now that was worth it, don’t you think?” I joked. She rolled onto her side facing me and swatted her hand playfully against my chest.

“Damn you!” she giggled. “I’m still tingling. Feel.”

She took my hand and placed it in the moist valley between her breasts. I could feel her heart beating quickly and a slight trembling of her body. When she let go of my hand, I ran it in a slow winding figure-eight around her breasts, letting my fingers and palms glide over her still nipples.

“Don’t you ever stop?” she asked scooting closer to me, trapping my hand between her breasts.

“Just making sure that you’re real,” I replied.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Let’s just say that I’ve had dreams like this where I always woke up to an empty bed with my dick in my own hand,” I admitted.

“But I’m as real as it gets,” she countered, caressing my cheek with her hand. “And … um, was that an invitation?”

“Invitation?”

“To spend the night so that you can wake up tomorrow with that big old cock of yours in my hand.”

“Well, I was kind of hoping to wake up and find it in something else of yours,” I replied with a chuckle.

“Quentin McCann, you are something else,” she said, leaning in to kiss me.

I kissed her back and we lay together for a while longer before getting up to quickly rinse off in the shower and return to bed. As she climbed onto my bed I went and refilled our drinks and brought them back to bed. She was laying on her tummy, propped up on her elbows, her legs spread apart enough that I could see the slit of her pussy in between the cheeks of her ass.

“Mmm-mmm,” I hummed as I paused by the doorway. “That is a sight for sore eyes.”

She turned to face me and smiled, rolling onto her side. I climbed on the bed beside her and handed her a drink. We lay together in the heat and humidity for a while, talking about nothing in particular until setting our drinks onto the nightstand and settling down to sleep in each other’s arms.

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

Stirring in my sleep, I first thought I was dreaming and I could actually feel the rocking motion, on a boat, moving along the water, no land in sight. I sighed, still not waking, enjoying the peacefulness of the dream and the warm arousing tingles I was feeling from it. This was some dream, I could actually feel a nipple stiffening, as if being played with and a growing warmth sliding between the cheeks of my ass.

“Mmmmm…” I sighed stretching out just a little, arching my back with my ass pressing back against a warm body. I didn’t open my eyes, but grinned realizing this was no dream, especially when I felt his rather stiff hard on slide along my silken folds and nudge my clit.

“Now this is the way a person should wake up.” Quint whispered, his breath warm on my neck. His lips were soft, his mouth warm and moist as he gently sucked at the extremely sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder joined, making me cringe delightedly. His hand was cupping and fondling my breast, while he pressed forward, sliding his shaft slowly up and down my moist slit.

“You mean I’m not dreaming?” I teased, parting my thighs, winding my calve and ankle around his and rolling my hips with my ass massaging his abdomen. I tilted my head and swung my arm around with my hand stroking the back of his neck. Having finally opened my eyes I looked at him with a lazy, soft smile. I was amazed at how wonderful it felt to wake up in his arms like this. I couldn’t even remember the last time, if ever, I had felt this way.

“Must be a wet one if you are.” He replied licking up my chin where his lips met mine, giving me a very rousing kiss. He slid his free hand across my back and down my flat belly until his finger brushed my clit and slid between my wet lips. “Very wet I might add.” He smiled interrupting our kiss with a cheekish grin on his face.

“I suggest you take advantage of that then.” I smiled back, moving my hips and pressing back enough so that I felt the tip of his rubbery cock at my opening.

“Oh is that an invitation?” He teased pushing his hips forward just enough so that his stiffening cock slid partially in my tight wet pussy.

“I’d say its more a known fact, wet and ready, have him hard and steady, at least in my dreams.” I replied curving my spine more as my ass pushed back with my pussy swallowing his entire length. Unwrapping my hand from his neck, I reached down, putting my hand on top of his, pressing it where his fingers stroked against my clit.

“Hmmm, hard and steady, you say?”

He slowly moved his long, thick cock in and out of my gripping pussy with long deep strokes, while his fingers played and teased my clit. I moaned softly, grinding my ass against him, the swell of his cock rubbing against my g-spot was rapidly increasing my arousal.

“Oh yeah…hard…steady…mmmm.” I moaned, moving my hips to in time with his.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

From the moment I had woken up next to Rebecca, feeling her body next to mine, drawing in her sweet natural scent, I wanted to make love to her. Though she had hardly stirred, the way she sighed and moved told me that I was free to play. And once she had fully awakened and helped guide me inside her, it was all about making playful love to a beautiful classy broad that I might never see again, certainly not naked and spread like this for me.

I tried to make every move memorable cause I wanted to remember this. And as I touched her and kissed her neck and shoulders and worked my cock into her pussy, her response made it all worthwhile. Rebecca arched her back and pushed her firm little ass back against me. My fingers worked on her clit, rubbing gently at first, but then pressing harder and moving faster side to side.

“Mmm … oh … yes … Quint … mmm,” she moaned. Each time I pushed up inside her, her moans grew louder and stronger. Her hand left mine to play with her pussy and reached back to grab the cheek of my ass, directing me to the speed and intensity she wanted.

I was more than happy to comply, since this morning was about leaving one final memory inside her head, and not about my own pleasure. I had gotten to the age where I didn’t have to get my rocks off to feel satisfied making love. Just feeling her pleasure rise to the point of orgasm and being with her as she let go would be enough for me as the hot morning sun sent streaks of light across the rumpled bed sheets and our naked writhing bodies.

“Ah … ah … ah … oh … Quint … yes … yes … yes!” she sighed as I moved my hand up over her tummy and cupped her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between my thumb and finger. Her sighs grew more heated as I scooped up her other breast and squeezed it, pressing it against her body as I thrust into her.

With my arm wrapped around her body, I held her close to me and thrust harder and faster. When my hand reached down to finger her clit again, I felt her clench tightly around me and her hand pressed down on top of mine against her pussy.

“Quint … yes … cumming … cumming … yes … Yes … YES!”

I thrust my cock as deep inside her as it would reach and held it there, feeling her body quiver and shake in my embrace. As Rebecca began to relax, I caressed her body, her pussy and belly, her tummy and breasts.

“Mmm, Quint. That was wonderful!” she said turning to face me, wearing a big rosy smile. “But … you didn’t …”

“Doesn’t matter this morning, Babe,” I replied.

“You sure?” she asked sinking down along the bed, taking my slick cock in her hands.

“I’m sure,” I said, reaching for her chin and pulling her up for a kiss. “I don’t need to cum to feel satisfied.”

She didn’t say a word, only shook her head slightly and smiled. We lay together for a while touching and kissing lightly before she suddenly saw the clock and realized what time it was.

“Oh, my … I’ve got to go,” she said hurriedly.

She jumped into the shower quickly and with just a towel wrapped around her went to look for her dress. I pulled on a pair of shorts and watched with amusement as she dropped her towel, slipped the dress on over her head, then tried to smooth out the wrinkles. Even the morning after, with her hair not quite perfect, she still was a beauty. Maybe it was the freshly fucked look about her, her proud breasts surging upward, tips visible through the dress, the loose sway to her hips as she scurried around trying to find her sandals and purse. I waited by the gangway to the pier and slipped my arm around her waist as she approached.

“Thanks for a wonderful evening,” she said, leaning up to kiss me.

“Thanks for an even better night,” I answered.

Rebecca then leaned into me and kissed me warmly and deeply. She patted me on the cheek and smiled. “I’ve got to go.”

I waved and watched as she hurried down the gangway and along the pier, that marvelous ass of her swaying side to side. Man, I hope I see that ass again, I smirked to myself. “Yeah, right! Fat chance McCann!” I said aloud to nobody in particular. I went back inside and brewed a pot of strong coffee. I could feel the sweat beading up on my forehead already. It was going to be another fucking hot day!

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

I hurried to my car, still tingling from the wonderful morning wake up. I was grinning from ear to ear and had gotten several looks from strangers as I quickly brushed past them. Hell, what did I care what they thought, I just had the best fucking night and morning to date, they’d be smiling to if it had been them. I actually was giggling like some silly school girl when I drove off, but spotting the time on the clock, that quickly sobered me. Hell, I knew should have left last night, although I didn’t regret it in the least, but I had very little time to take care of several things I needed done.

When I got home, I rushed upstairs, quickly changing to a pair of slacks and t-shirt. I met Josie on my way back downstairs.

“Why Mrs. Foresythe, I thought you had already…”

“Yes, yes, I’m running late. I’ll be in my study and don’t want to be disturbed for any reason.” I said quickly to her, brushing past her.

Once in my study, I shut and locked the door. I went to the door inside my study, opening it and walked downstairs. I only had three hours before I was needed in a meeting downtown and that didn’t give me much time.

When I finally came out, I found Josie in the kitchen and told her to bring me a glass of lemonade. I checked the time and was relieved to see that I still had another hour before I was needed at the meeting. I took a shower, and standing naked under the water, my thoughts went to Quint again. Recalling our evening, had my nipples hard and my pussy tingling, and if I would have had enough time, I would have enjoyed delving into a bit of fantasy for awhile and relieving the feelings starting to build.

As I dressed, I wondered about the man behind the investigator. What his life had been like, why that profession, and then I swore softly to myself. If any two people were so unlikely matched it was he and I, but damn, he was a perfect match when it came to the passion we had so recently shared.

“Thank you, Josie.” I said taking the lemonade from her. “I’ll be leaving shortly and I’m not sure what time I’ll be back.”

“Yes mam, and there was a call from Miranda. She wondered if you were going to be at the museum later when they unveil the new painting they received last week.”

“Call her back for me and tell her I hadn’t forgotten and I plan on being there but I’m not sure exactly when. This meeting is very important since I have several interested buyers for one of my companies.” I said to Josie and when she left, I drank the lemonade and finished getting ready. I left the house, wearing a cream colored tailored suit, with a silky white blouse, the skirt fitting snug across my hips and the length shorter than I usually wore for business, but I did have other places to go. Walking outside, the heat was like walking into an oven, and I was wishing I had left the hose off.

It was nearly 4:00pm by the time I reached the museum and was surprised by how many people were still there with it near closing time. When the driver opened my door I glanced I took another glance at the parking lot and I spotted a car that actually looked like Quint’s. Surely he wasn’t here for the unveiling, or was he, I wondered as I walked in.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

“You coming down for the unveiling?” asked Miranda, the assistant curator, sticking her head in the office where I was reviewing the final security reports and other investigative documents.

“Nah … I don’t know,” I responded almost automatically. I was almost finished with the reports and couldn’t wait to leave. Several times that afternoon I had thought of putting down the top on the Buick and heading up the coast to someplace cooler for a couple of days. Anything to beat the heat that had been hounding the city for days on end. “Thanks for asking.”

She smiled and ducked away. Nice kid. Maybe in another life I might have given her a shake or two. But not this one. I hadn’t been able to escape the memory of Rebecca Foresythe. All right, I had been with some broads in the past, more than a few lookers to be sure, but none were like this one. The way she had just shown up at my place, as if she actually belonged there. And this was no bar floozy reeking of cheap wine and cigarette smoke. This one was a beautiful classy broad, the kind that could make even the most hardhearted guys beg for more. But I knew the score. I knew my place in this fucking universe.

I had seen the way she looked around my place, her with her multi-room mansion and who knows what else, a high-rise apartment in New York, a condo in Aspen, a Flat in the ritziest neighborhood in London or Paris? Last night was a fluke, a one-time fling that was now just a sweet memory. A memory filled with images of her smile, her kiss, the look of her wet naked body, the sweet taste of her pussy, the sound of her moan as she came, and the way she begged for me to cum inside her.

But Rebecca and her kind were up there in the heavens and the rest of us were fighting over the rotten spoils. I had tried hard to push her out of my mind, to not think of anything that would even suggest her pretty face, the gorgeous body, or the flaming desire we had shared. But she was inescapable. Everywhere I went I could see her. And having to spend the afternoon reviewing an endless pile of documents didn’t help, especially since her name showed up on so many of them. “Forget her,” I had told myself. “Don’t cry Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go!” Didn’t Frank sing that a long time ago?

Whatever! I took a deep breath and read through the last report. Nothing made sense about this case. There was obvious theft, but not a single scrap of evidence as to who or when or why. It was an inside job, I was sure, but everyone we had talked to had cleared through without cause. There were just a few board members to speak with, but their records didn’t have the least indication that they could possibly be involved.

When I had slipped the last report into the file and turned out the light, I headed down the elevator toward the parking garage. But when the elevator door opened I heard the sound of laughter and smelled hors d’oeuvres and I thought, what the hell! A little schmoozing, some free booze, a little finger food and I could still be up to the Cape by midnight.

Then I entered the gallery where Chester Morris, the museum director was holding court, making sure that everyone knew who was in charge. While the others were hanging on his every vacant word, I scarfed down the hors d’oeuvres and pulled at a strong Manhattan. Then I scanned over the crowd and saw her. Holding a drink in her hand, champagne perhaps, and smiling so elegantly, wearing a cream suit that fit her every curve like it owned her, was Rebecca. Her hair was arranged beautifully. Her eyes attentive and sparkling. Her body … breathtaking.

Oh, fuck! What is there about me that just when I swear them all off and put them out of my mind, they come creeping back in—no, barging back into my head? I knew there was a reason why I didn’t want to come to this shindig, but then something inside of me was glad that I had. Fortunately, I was able to wipe away the residue of the buffalo wings from my mouth when she glanced over in my direction. For a moment, I thought I saw surprise in her expression. Maybe neither of us expected to see the other, especially after what had happened last night and this morning. But her smile was disarming and my quick nod in her direction blew away all of the stern resistance I had conjured up all day since.

“So, Quint, nice to see you here tonight,” Rebecca remarked as she moved up beside me. “Somehow I didn’t this was your kind of affair.”

“It’s not, but I’m a fool for good food and cheap drinks,” I laughed. I was surprised when she laughed as well.

“So do you have any plans for later on?” she asked.

“I was thinking of driving up north along the coast a ways,” I answered. “You know, beat the heat kind of thing.”

“Oh, really?” she replied.

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

I stood sipping my drink, looking at him and again that same warm feeling seemed to go right through me, even down to my toes. I can’t recall just being in the presence of a man before having ever done that to me before.

“I thought I’d take a few days off, get away from all the this. It might help me get a better handle on this case that way. I’m sure you know how that goes.” Quint said with a knowing look in his eyes.

“Yes, I know that feeling very well.” I said smiling, and wondering how serious he was about getting away. “You know, I just happen to be leaving tonight for my chateau in the south of France. Are you feeling adventurous?” I asked him, studying him intently as I sipped my drink.

“Is that an invitation or a dare?” He remarked, looking a little unsure as to my intentions.

“Do you always answer a question with a question?” I remarked, leaning closer to him, the warmth of my breath on his neck, my lips almost against his ear. “Besides an adventure with me could prove to be a lot luckier than a trip up north alone.”

“You don’t waste words or beat around the bush do you?” He asked turning his face so that our lips were but a breath away, both of us staring into each other’s eyes.

“Not when it comes to something I want.” I said in a soft seductive voice, inhaling deeply his scent. Just standing there this close to him, I knew if I closed my eyes, I would be able to recall every detail of his naked body, every intimate touch we had shared and I was overwhelmed with the powerful affect he was having on me. “I‘ll meet you out front in say, 5 minutes.” I said, placing my drink down, not waiting for him to accept my invitation, the look in his eyes hinted at his acceptance.

With him close behind me, I stopped right before I reached the door and whispered to Miranda that I needed to leave. When I reached the limo and the driver was opening the door I turned to see Quint walking towards the car.

“I’d rather not leave my car here, so I’ll just follow you.”

“Why don’t I just ride with you then. You can leave your car in my private parking space at the terminal and no one will bother it.” I said and motioned for the driver to go on without me. I hooked my arm inside Quints as we walked to his car. I actually was rather excited about riding with him, somehow being with him had me feeling a freedom I wasn’t quite use to.

“My car isn’t exactly a limo you know, but it suits me.” He chuckled and held the door open when he reached it.

“Well my private jet isn’t exactly a houseboat either but it suits me.” I teased, watching the expression change on his face. I wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh, or change his mind about accompanying me. “Yours floats, mine flies.” I joked and then saw him smile and relax.

It didn’t take us long to drive to the airport and although the breeze felt good blowing through my hair, the heat was still stifling. By the time we climbed up the ramp to the plane, both of us were relieved to get inside the air conditioned cabin. I told Quint to have a seat and I went to let the pilot know I was ready to take off.

The plane took off and once we were cleared, I unbuckled the seat belt and walked over to the well stocked bar. I slipped off my jacket, laying it across the barstool and got out two glasses filling them with ice.

“Look around if you like and I’ll fix us a couple drinks.” I said smiling as I watched him gaze in amazement at the interior of the cabin.

He walked to the back, looking through the entrance and when he turned to smile at me, I knew he had expected to see another compartment full of seats instead of a bedroom with a king size bed. I walked over next to him handing him his drink.

“See anything you like?” I asked, grinning at him.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

“As a matter of fact I do,” I replied as I completed my mini-tour of the aircraft and approached her. It was outfitted more like a house than an airplane. The spacious cabin had seating for maybe a dozen passengers in two main compartments, plus two additional jump seats up front for cabin staff. The décor was luxurious with plush all leather upholstery seating and neutral tones to create a light, relaxing environment. I couldn’t believe how quiet it was, certainly not like any other jet I had been on. There was a complete AV theatre system with two huge color monitors. The galley where she was pouring drinks was burled walnut and featured high-end appliances. The mid cabin had more white leather, a couch, a couple of chairs, and a spacious conference table. And in the aft cabin, where I expected to find just a lavatory was a bedroom. Damn! What a cool twenty-five million can buy these days! “I see something very beautiful and desirable.”

“So I take it you like this little old Gulfstream?” she giggled as she handed me a drink.

“I was referring to you,” I answered, taking the drink and clinking our glasses together.

She smiled and took a quick sip of her drink. “You are a sweet man,” she said. “And to think at first that I didn’t think you had a charming bone in your body.”

We were standing so close together that I could easily smell the scent of her perfume, light and sweet and very feminine. And now that she had slipped off her jacket, she looked every bit the match of her perfume too, the silky white blouse, the dainty white lace bra that was barely visible underneath, and the short skirt that showed off her marvelous legs.

I thought of my original plan of driving up the coast to the cape to beat the heat in my old Buick convertible. And now, here I was a few miles high over the ocean heading to her house in the south of France. So this is what it’s like to be one of the rich fuckers canoodling with their hot young secretary on a Caribbean junket. But as the thought came to me, I realized that I didn’t feel like I was part of that scene. Hell, I had every right to be here, and from the way she was looking at me, she wanted me here. I chuckled to think how fortunate it was that I brought my passport along.

We took our drinks and moved to the couch in the aft cabin. She sat and turned toward me, resting her arm on the back of the couch and folding her legs up on the soft leather seat cushions.

“So tell me, Quint, was there ever a Mrs. McCann?” she asked, her head turned up proudly, her light brown eyes looking like there were many more questions on her mind.

“Once upon a time, there was,” I replied, still smiling. How could I not smile looking at her. “But that was long ago in another painful far away lifetime.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to dredge up any hard memories for you,” she said apologetically.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said trying to soften her need for an apology. “I’ve gotten used to it. So what about you? Any Mr. Big in your past?” I knew the answer and watched as her eyes dropped down and away for a moment before she looked back up at me.

“I’ve come close a couple of times,” she said softly and her eyes narrowed, remembering. “Once when I was very young only to find out he was only after my money. That cost Papa dearly. And there was another, but that was more about sex and money than love, you know, the kind that you learn from and get on with your life.”

“Sounds like we both have had a tough time of it,” I said in commiseration.

“I know,” she laughed. “And yet we seem to get along well together.”

“Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed,” I teased. Her face warmed and her smile returned completely. “Maybe it takes a couple of people who have missed out on something to really appreciate it for what it’s worth. Like a thirsty man and a rare scotch,” I said holding up the glass she had poured.

“Or a woman who’s just had her credit limit at Neiman Marcus restored,” she giggled.

“Or … a guy who almost forgot what a pleasure it is to kiss a beautiful woman,” I said and leaned toward her till our heads tilted and our lips met in a light brushing kiss.

“Or a woman who’s been waiting a long time for a man who really knows how to kiss,” she answered, slipping her hand around the back of my neck and pulling me to her for a stronger, deeper, wetter kiss. “Mmm, just like that.”

I set my scotch down and brought my hand up to her face, letting my fingers glide over her soft cheek. My arm was brushing against her breast and I caressed her face and I felt her press into my touch. I kissed her again, our lips flowing together hungrily, our tongues doing a sweet wet tango that seemed to enflame me.

“Mmm, or just like that too,” she said when our kiss finally broke off. “Quint … I just want you to know that I’m not in the habit of doing this sort of thing. I don’t just hit on some guy and fly off to Nice for the weekend.”

“Not that I’m the kind of guy who gets hit on a whole lot anymore,” I replied. “I didn’t think you were.”

“But you are the kind of guy who brings out my playful adventurous side,” she giggled. “And I like feeling like that again. It’s been a long time.”

“For me too,” I admitted. “So how long is this flight?”

“You mean how long do we have?” she said with a smile. “A few hours, why?”

“Well here I am with a beautiful sexy woman with a playful adventurous streak, and it just sets my mind to thinking.”

“About what?”

“About this for starters,” I said, leaning back toward her for another kiss, this one filled with even more heat and passion. My hand trailed down from her cheek along her neck and chest until it came to rest on her breast. I could feel the heat of her body through the silk and lace and the tip of her nipple press firmly into my palm. As we continued to kiss our breathing accelerated and a soft moan came from deep in her throat.

“Oh, Quint …” she sighed.

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

His kiss was quickly stirring those feelings I had for him the other night, not to say the wonderful his cologne mixing with his own masculine scent. I felt a warm shiver and my nipples pucker when the strong palm of his hand pressed my breast. My back arched slightly as a soft moan escaped me, inviting him to continue. I lifted my hand and pressed it to his chest, toying with the buttons.

“You know…” Quint said slowly, leaning back only a little with his gaze going from my eyes to the front of my blouse as he slipped the first button from through the hole, undoing it. “There’s a lot one can do in the space of a few hours.” He continued to speak slow and deliberately, as did his fingers undoing the buttons of my blouse.

“Uh hmmm, especially in the privacy of one’s own jet.” I sighed at the soft touch of his fingertips moving along the lacy trim of my bra. My fingers had already begun undoing the buttons of his shirt until I felt the heat of his chest at my hand. Moving his shirt aside, I softly scratched my fingers up and down, feeling slight twitches in his hard firm muscles.

“Privacy does have its advantages.” He said before lowering his lips to my neck and running his tongue down the valley of my breasts, giving me warm delightful little shivers.

Both his hands had come up to my shoulders and as I leaned up, he slipped my blouse down my arms and off, laying it on the arm of the couch. Before I had a chance to lean back, his fingers were unclasping the hooks of my bra and slipping them slowly and gently off my shoulders. He lifted his head back up and the lust and desire in his eyes was very evident when he looked at me at the same time pulling my bra free.

“Yes, so many advantages.” I said and raised my chin, bringing my lips to his.

When my hand went to push his shirt from his shoulder, he moved it away, removing the shirt himself and then pressed my hand on the growing bulge in his pants. He moaned into my mouth when I squeezed and petted his cock through his pants, surprised and thrilled that he was already so hard. Our kiss grew deeper and extremely heated, yet without urgency, and again I felt the palms of his hands against the flesh of my breasts, fondling and caressing, my nipples hard and erect from the cool air of the cabin along with the wonderful heat and stroke of his hands.

“Damn you feel so good. You have such perfect size breasts, I could just…”

“Yes you could.” I murmured, pressing his head down and I gasped feeling the first flick of his tongue across my erect nipple. “God Quint, you’re getting me extremely warm.”

“I think you can feel what you’re doing to me.” He groaned, feeling my hand rubbing more firmly along his crotch and hard on.

“Indeed I can.” I said, working the zipper down on his pants and slipped my hand inside. His cock felt so hard, hot, thick in my hand as I stroked and released it from its prison.

He groaned at the same his tongue flicked quickly back and forth across each nipple several times before pulling one into his mouth sucking on it. This caused me to gasp loudly and strong tremor soar through my body as it drove me absolutely wild, making my grasp on his cock even harder.

“Oooohhhh Damn Quint!!!” I cried out as I slipped further down on the couch with my head falling back on it, my eyes closing and my legs parted slightly.

I heard him hum continuing to suck and pull at my nipple, his tongue flicking at it now and again until it was rock hard and with barely a pause, he moved doing the same to the other one. With these intense heated sensations, I thought for sure I was going to cum right there and when I felt his hand between my thighs, parting them and slide slowly up to the skin above my hose, the prickling sensations in my moist pussy had me quivering all over.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

“You have such beautiful breasts,” I said in between the kisses and nibbles I was showering on her. With one hand grasping my cock, her other hand found the back of my neck and held me just where I was, darting from one sweet dark nipple to the other and back again. Rebecca arched her back, pressing the soft tender flesh of her breasts against my mouth. And as my hand eased up along her thigh I began to feel her quiver.

Her stockings felt like pure silk, smooth and sleek, but no comparison to the creamy skin about the lace top. She parted her legs a bit letting me run my hand up farther under her skirt until I reached the warm humid lace of her panty. And such a tiny sexy little thing it was. Just cupping my fingers to her pussy sent a ripple through her body. As I continued to suckle her breasts, I slipped my hand underneath her panties, my fingers curving to fit the moist folds of her pussy. Her hips began to rock as my middle finger slid down along her slit and searched for the damp opening.

“Oh, Quint … ssss!” she hissed and I felt her thighs tremble. “Oh, fuck … oh, yes!”

With a final kiss for each breast I laid her back onto the soft leather cushions, spread her legs apart and knelt between her legs. I pushed her skirt up past her hips and took a look at her panty-clad pussy. The dainty scrap of lace was wet and held to her by only the skinniest straps of elastic. It was easy to see the cleft of her sex underneath. Running my hands up slowly over her thighs, I reached for the panty and began to pull it away from her. Rebecca raised up her hips and watched as I pulled them down, away from her pretty little pussy and along her legs and off. As I bent forward, she lifted her feet and rested them on the cushions, opening her pussy like a dark red rose.

“I think I’m gonna like this in-flight meal,” I said and then flicked my tongue at her pussy. Each time I touched her she shivered and sighed.

“What is it … they used to say?” she managed to say as I dragged my tongue up and down the length of her slit. “Coffee … tea … or me?”

“Forget the drinks, Baby,” I said, picking my face up from her pussy for a moment. “I want a bit of you.”

Then I plunged my face back down onto her pussy and drove my tongue deeper, making her writhe and wiggle with pleasure.

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

“Aaahhh…uhm….aaahhh…” I was whimpering, wiggling withering beneath the marvelous way he curled his tongue driving it in and out of my moist pussy.

Drawing my thighs up higher as my back arched, my hips were gyrating and my pussy ground against the onslaught of his tongue. Quint scooped his hands under my firm ass, lifting me up and spreading my swollen folds wider with his thumbs as he took long licks up from my puckered rosebud to flick my clit, then darting quickly in and out of my quivering pussy. My hand pressed his head tighter against me, urging, inviting, moaning with the tension building rapidly.

“Oh yes…yessss….” I cried hoarsely, my breath was becoming raspy, my head fell back on the cushions, and my hands were cupping and kneading my breasts. As my clit grew hard, revealing itself from it’s guarded hood, Quint’s tongue flicked and circled it drawing it out even more. He hummed, fucking the walls of my pussy with his tongue, his mouth and tongue teasing, taunting my hard bud until finally drawing my swollen throbbing clit into his mouth sucking fiercely on it.

“OH GOD YESSSSS….Suck my clit….oh FUCK….I’m going to….” I shrieked and as the muscles in the pit of my stomach tightened, my thighs clamped to Quint’s head. My belly clench, raising up to hook my fingers in his shoulders. My pussy spasmed and I shook uncontrollably, cumming and flooding his face with my sweet juices. His mouth was relentless, licking, sucking, lapping my juices, his head shook, grinding itself against me as I panted and moaned, holding me tighter with each wave of pleasure that shot through my body.

“Oh Baby, you have one delicious pussy.” He said, lifting his head, a look of lust and desire in his eyes.

“And you have one fucking wonderful tongue.” I panted, falling back against the cushions, trying to catch my breath. “And one nice looking cock.” I added looking down to see the long thick length of his semi erect shaft twitching along his belly.

“That mean you’re tight pussy’s ready to be fucked?” He growled as he stood up and lowered his pants, then kicked them off. I watched, not taking my eyes of his great looking member, recalling exactly how it felt having him inside me and how he tasted.

“Oh I will be, but first I want a taste of this.” I said reaching out to stroke his cock at the same time he moved, straddling me on the couch.

“OH YEAH…” He grunted, moving up so that I felt the heat of his ass cheeks graze the swell of my breasts and with his fingers around his cock, brought the head to brush across my lips. “Taste it baby…kiss and lick it all over…suck it for me…get it nice and ready for that sweet pussy of yours.”

“Mmmmmhmmmm….” I muttered softly, kissing and licking all around the tip, under the ridge while he held his cock, swirling it all around my tongue. With my head back against the cushions, Quint wasted no time putting his cock inside my mouth when I opened wide giving it to me inch by inch. He groaned, rocking his hips and pumped my mouth while licked and sucked him.

“OH FUCK YEAH….” He growled, pumping faster in and out of my mouth.

I sucked and licked, coating him with my salvia feeling him stiffening and swelling in my mouth. I moaned and shivered, my pussy was tingling in anxious anticipation, my nipples grew hot and hard as they felt his ass rubbing against them. The cool cabin was growing increasingly warm with the heat between us steadily building.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

I couldn’t believe how hot and exciting this was, kneeling on a gorgeous white leather couch in a private jet that we had all to ourselves while Rebecca licked and sucked on my cock hungrily. I felt her hands grab me by the ass, pulling me hard and fast toward her as I slid my cock in and out of her hot wet mouth. I leaned forward and rested my hands on the back of the couch and the armrest, holding my body just above her.

“Oh, Jesus, Baby,” I groaned as she took me deep into her mouth, the head rubbing against her throat. Her hands reached around to grab the base of my cock and fondle my balls and she pulled my cock from her mouth. She flattened out her tongue and ran it up and down the underside of my glistening shaft, twirling it around the tip then down again until she licked at my balls.

“Mmm, Quint,” she giggled as she ran her fingers all around my scrotum. “Do you shave down here? Mmm, it’s so clean and smooth!”

“Have for a while … glad you like it, Baby!” I answered. Then she smiled and sucked one of my balls into her mouth, flicking her tongue around it inside, making me groan loudly. “Uhnnn, yeah … fuck!” Her hand was holding my shaft and stroking it firmly. When her fingers reached the top, she ran them around the head and felt the precum that was seeping out.

“Yumm!” she hummed and brought her tongue up to the head and licked at the sweet sticky precum. “Mmm-mmm!”

Then after giving me a devilish grin, she engulfed the head of my cock and sucked me down deep into her mouth, her cheeks drawn in to rub against me. She moaned and hummed as she sucked me.

“God, Baby, I love the way you suck my cock!” I growled as my hips moved back and forth. Between her mouth and hands she was bringing me close to cumming. “So do you want my cock in your pussy now?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” she said when she had slipped my cock from her mouth. “I want it all in me.” As I backed away from her and stood on the floor, she rose up from the couch and undid her skirt letting it fall to the floor. Wearing just her hose and heels, she grabbed me by the cock and pulled me toward the aft cabin. “I’ve been wanting to try this out for some time,” she said. “And you’re the lucky guinea pig.”

“I’m honored,” I laughed, unable to take my eyes off her sensational ass until we were inside the compartment and she turned around, her hand still holding my stiff dick. “So to what do I owe this?”

“To you being so damned sexy and charming,” she smiled. “And to my being very, very, very horny.”

As she backed onto the bed, tugging me by my hard cock, I had no alternative but to follow her, which I did gladly. Lying on the bed with her legs parted, she guided the head of my cock to the wet lips of her pussy. She rubbed the head up and down the length of her slit before bringing it to bear on her entrance. With a simple thrust of my hips, the head of my cock pressed into her folds. She gasped and smiled as I stretched her tightly. She let her arms fall above her head and lay her head back. Her eyes were filled with a “Come fuck me!” look I hadn’t seen in a long, long time. Resting on my elbows, I lowered my body and buried my cock deep inside her.

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

“Ooooohhhhh yesssssss….” I hissed as he slowly sunk his cock in the warm depths of my pussy.

“Oh Yeah!” He sighed as his lips fell upon mine in a steamy passionate kiss.

Lifting and bending my leg to rub up against his side, further spreading my pussy to him, I reached around cupping the cheeks of his ass pulling him even closer. Our kiss lingered, our tongues doing a dance of passion as his hips slowly began to rock back and forth, his cock moving in and out caressing the inner walls of my vagina and brushing against my g-spot.

“Oh fuck, Quint!” I gasped, the electrifying feelings each time he rubbed across my sweet spot had me trembling and grinding my pelvis to his.

Slowly we rocked against each other, the fire between us building and as our kiss broke and we looked into each other’s eyes, the lustful and desired looks between us were obvious. With each long, deep stroke of his cock, I clenched my muscles, squeezing him and felt the small tremors coursing through him, exciting me even more.

“Fuck Baby, I haven’t felt like this in so long.” He said staring into my eyes.

“Me neither Quint…” I sighed deeply, arching my back, my hips meeting his strokes.

As our rhythm steadily increased, he leaned up and his hand clutched my thigh raising my leg even higher and he plunged deep. I gasped, the feeling sending a shiver all the way to my toes. He thrust his hips back and forth, his cock was like a steel piston, working in and out, faster, harder.

“Oh god…oh yes….ssss…” I hissed, as our hips began to slap against each others and I could feel his balls slapping the cheeks of my ass, stimulating me that much more. He grabbed my other thigh lifting my legs high in the air where my ass was off the bed, my legs spread wide and he rammed his cock hard into my dripping pussy.

“Oh fuck baby… oh yeah…..” He growled as his back arched and he pounded his cock long and deep inside me.

“Mmmmm…. Mmmmm…god…. Oh god….” I moaned as his cock slammed against me, his groin grinding against my pussy. “Fuck me Quint, fuck me hard.” I cried out, feeling the tension building deep inside my belly getting closer to exploding.

With one quick movement, his cock slipped from my gripping pussy and he spun me around. As his hands curled around my hips I moved some, leaning up on my knees with my ass thrust out to him and my hands grabbing the headboard. I moaned, my body shook as I felt his cock slip between my spread thighs into my wet pussy.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

Such a beautiful view, I thought. Rebecca on her knees, her ass in the air, her hands grasping the headboard. She tossed her head back, her gorgeous brunette hair so soft and shiny in the dim light of the lights that were strung along the side. As I gripped her hips and thrust my cock into her, she turned to face me, her eyes filled with lust and desire.

“Fuck me, Quint! Fuck me hard!” she cried out as she rocked her body back toward me each time I thrust into her.

My belly was smacking her ass, sending a wave of pleasure jiggling through her. I could see the sweat dripping down from my body onto hers, fucking her so hard and deep.

“Faster … harder … Quint … Fuck me!” she called out, her voice thick with passion.

I couldn’t see how I could move any harder or faster so I let go of her hip and spanked the cheek of her ass. She began to rock back wildly.

“Oh, yeah! Spank me, Quint!”

With both hands I alternated smacking her ass, not enough to hurt but just to warm her cheeks and make her tingle a bit. With each smack, she screamed and squirmed and rocked against me with an even greater passion.

“Oh … yeah … fuck … yeah!” she moaned, a word, a moan, a sigh, something escaping her mouth each time our bodies met.

When she tossed her head back and let out a long deep purring sound, I reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair. Pulling her harder against me, I felt my cock push up deeper inside her. Her hands lost their grip on the headboard and she buried her face in the pillows, which muffled her cries of passion. When she managed to pick her head up, I could hear her urgent plea.

“Oh, god … Quint … damn it … make me cum again!”

I let go of her hair and dropped my hand down under her belly until it reached her clit. I rubbed her hard little nub vigorously. I could feel her pussy clinch tightly around my cock as I pumped into her. Then I felt it strike her, a deep quaking ripple that reverberated through her entire body. Rebecca buried her face in the pillows and shrieked loudly. Her pussy tightened around me and I buried my cock deep inside her not moving any longer, just letting her go and enjoy the great pleasure sweeping over her. She collapsed down onto the mattress and I fell on top of her, my hips barely moving, just sliding my cock the least little bit in and out of her pussy.

“Oh, Quint … Quint, Baby … I want you to cum too,” she said, turning her head to face me. As she began to roll over, I slid my cock from her pussy and ended up kneeling between the spread of her legs. “Cum for me, Baby!” she called out as she brought her hands up to cup her breasts. “Cum for me! Cum all over me!”

It didn’t take long. Kneeling there between her legs, watching her squeeze her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples, a look of lust and desire filling her eyes, I stroked my long hard cock until I felt the cum surge up from deep within me.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried out just before my cum erupted, shooting a long white stream out onto her belly and halfway up to her tits. The second stream landed between her tits. The moment she felt it, she began to rub it over her body. The third landed farther up almost to her neck. Then it began to taper off till I was emptied and only the last drops dribbled from the tip. She reached out and pulled me to her mouth, sucking me inside her, licking every drop she could. I fell to the bed beside her, touching her body, caressing her breasts, accepting her wet kisses, her lips sticky from my cum.

“Damn, you are one good lover!” she said, her face glowing with pleasure. “Where have you been all my life?”

“Wasting my time with some other damn broad,” I replied.

I felt her hand on my face and we lie together and shared more little kisses and caresses. For some reason I thought of all the high-class bastards who had taken a crack at her over the years, and here I was, eight miles high over the Atlantic, jetting to her villa in the south of France, both of us covered in the sweaty sticky aftermath of the best sex I could remember. Me, Quentin McCann, a hardworking stiff who never had a thing handed to him. After all of the crap I had taken in my life, in the service, in business, in my failed marriage, I felt like it was all worth it, just to be here in her arms.

After a while we moved off the bed. Rebecca pulled a couple of silken robes from the small closet (hers in a lovely rose color and mine in black) and we wandered back out to replenish our drinks. I didn’t care if I wasn’t the first one here with her, for surely there had to be others. I only wanted to enjoy this moment and her company.

“So what do you think?” she asked with a smile.

“What do you mean?”

“How does it feel to join the mile high club?” she asked.

“What makes you think I’m not already?”

“Hmm, just the way you responded,” she said, pulling my face toward hers for another kiss.

“Well, it wasn’t for lack of trying,” I said, a little embarrassed by my admission.

“To be honest, it was a first for me too,” she laughed. “But not for lack of trying. I told you that I had wanted to try that aft cabin out for some time. I’m glad I waited for you.”

We relaxed together, nursing our drinks and sharing some conversation and a few laughs. I thought of all the rich fuckers I had seen with their cutsey little secretaries puttering about in their measly 50 footers, and for once I had them topped. This might never happen again, but here I was! And the most incredible thing was that I really liked Rebecca. It wasn’t just the sex—which was outstanding—it was more. Something that I didn’t feel comfortable thinking about, something that was going to take me some time to admit.

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

While we sat talking, laughing, enjoying one another, I caught myself staring at him now and then. What was it about him that had sparked something inside me, something that felt more than just a passing curiosity. Oh he was good looking and the sex, well that spoke for itself. But if someone would have told me that I would be sitting here right now thousands of miles in the air, having just had the most fantastic sex in my life with just your average guy, I probably would have laughed in their face. Being use to running with those in the same league as myself, having a man like Quint here was totally unexpected to say the least. Yet I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way and that’s what surprised me more than anything.

“Miss Foresythe, we will be arriving at the terminal in approximately thirty minutes.” Jack, my pilot announced over the speaker.

“Hmmmm, looks like we need to get dressed.” Quint said as he finished his drink and stood, taking my hand pulling me with him.

“The good thing about private jets Quint is even when you land, there’s never any hurry to get off.” I said with a smile placing my hand on his shoulder.

“There should never be any hurry to get off. “ He said with a devilish look in his eyes. “ It seems I’m finding out a lot of advantages of owning ones own jet, maybe when we get back I’ll have to rush out and buy one.” He teased as he slipped his hand inside the silk opening of my robe to cup my breast, his other hand entwined in my hair.

“Mmmmm, do we really need two?” I sighed and leaned, kissing him softly slipping my hand inside his robe. What was it about the feel of a man’s hard naked chest that just produced a warmth from you’re fingertips all the way to your toes and back up.

As I pulled away from him after the kiss, he gave me a rather curious look and I laughed softly walking to the small bathroom in the cabin. Leaving the door open, I let the robe slip off my shoulders and wet a cloth slowly running it down my neck, over my breasts and belly.

“Darlin, if you’re going to do that with me watching you, we may not get off this plane for quite awhile.” Quint said in low husky voice as he walked up to the doorway.

“Why what do you mean Quint, darling, just cleaning up some before I get dressed.” I replied, smiling broadly at him with a twinkle in my eye. “Although when we get to my home, we can shower and clean up better. I think you’ll be pretty impressed with the master bathroom there compared to this little thing.”

“As long as I get to see you in the shower, I don’t really care what it looks like.” He remarked and moved aside so that I could pass him. Our bodies brushed lightly against each other and I felt his semi erect cock float across my hip, making me glance down.

“Seems someone else is looking forward to that too.” I said with a smile.

“That and a lot more.”

He bent down giving me a sweet kiss and then moved to clean up some himself. While we put our clothes back on, glances, laughs and teases were exchanged, there was an overwhelming comfort along with energy between us that I felt exhilarating. It had been along while since I had taken the time to relax and enjoy the company of someone and being around him, created this type of excitement I hadn’t felt in years, if ever.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

I enjoyed watching Rebecca get dressed, seeing the way she slipped into her bra and panties. Of course the fact that I was watching probably gave her more incentive to make a show of it. I had run across a hundred rich broads in my life, wealthy women who had the best bodies that money could buy, but not a one of them had the sex appeal that she did. When she placed her hands on her breasts, fitting the cups of her bra to them, I stood before her in just my boxers.

“Don’t you think that should be my job?” I asked devilishly.

“I’m not sure that I need any help, Quint,” she laughed.

But then I rested my hands on top of hers and she looked up into my eyes. Her hands fell away and left mine there, hugging her sweet tits for a moment. Then I ran my fingertips up the straps of the bra and slipped them off her shoulders.

“Quint!” she said loudly. “We don’t have time!”

“Time for this?” I said, pulling the bra away from her nipples and bending down to kiss one then the other.

“No, we don’t! Quint!”

“Mmm, too bad,” I said, lifting my head and refitting the lacy white garment to her body. “I’ll have to try harder not to be so bad.”

Her hands moved over the crotch of my boxers, her fingers feeling along the length of my cock.

“Maybe I’ll have to also,” she said as her fingers curled around my cock. “You know, Quint, It’s amazing to me how you get all of that inside these snug boxers. That isn’t uncomfortable is it?”

“I guess it wouldn’t be such a problem if we could keep our hands to ourselves,” I replied.

“That does seem to be a problem, doesn’t it?” she said, her hand dipping down the waistband of my shorts and giving my cock a little squeeze.

Looking down I could see her dark nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her bra. Hell, after some of the best sex I ever had, we both weren’t satisfied. And I liked that thought. I liked it a lot.

“We’ll be starting our descent, Miss Foresythe,” came the pilot’s voice over the intercom.

“Quint, we need to finish up here,” she said, a look of longing in her eyes. “Getting dressed I mean.”

Somehow we managed to keep our hands off each other long enough to do so and were safely buckled in our seats by the time the pilot told us we had to. The landing was smooth and our trip through French customs was quick. It was the middle of the night as we stepped into the Rolls limo that was waiting, my excitement growing. I tried to remain cool and collected on the outside, but inside was a different matter.

“So how long a drive do we have?” I asked.

“Not long enough for what you may be thinking,” she smiled.

“Who says I’m thinking anything?” I asked trying to sound innocent.

“I can see that twinkle in you eye, Quint McCann,” she laughed. “I wasn’t born yesterday.”

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

“Well it was a nice thought anyway.”

“Nice or naughty you mean?” I laughed, not letting on that my own thoughts were most likely the same as his, but by the grin on his face, I think he guessed that as well.

Still grinning, he sat up and pulled the chilled bottle of champagne from the bucket of ice, popping the cork from it. “Nice service, are you always catered to like this?” He asked as he poured us each a glass.

“Well of course, but I do pay for it, just like anyone else would. I just happen to have more money then most so I can afford the best.” I said, taking the offered glass and we clinked glasses.

“Seems you don’t have a problem spending it either.” He chuckled and took a swallow of his drink.

“It’s only money and you only live once, I might as well enjoy spending it, don‘t you think?” I laughed.

“What I’m thinking right now is how much I want to kiss you.” He said and without further hesitation bent his head down and pressed his lips to mine. His kiss was sweet mixed with the taste of champagne and passionate, warming me up quite a bit.

As we chatted, locking eyes on each other more times then not, there was definitely a sense of sexual tension building between us. Even more so when his hand fell to my thigh and his fingers tickled the inside just beneath the hem of my skirt.

As it was so late, it was hard to see to much of the area around the house, the long driveway mostly dark from all trees, bushes and flowers trailing up to the house. It was a three story house, on the side of a cliff that looked out across the ocean. From the front of the house, the ocean and back couldn’t be seen and the house itself gave off a much smaller impression than it actually was, but still looked huge.

When the limo pulled up in front and we got out of the car I looked at Quint, who was standing almost hesitant about going in.

“Damn! Who all lives here?”

“Just me, I like a lot of space.” I laughed and took his hand. “Come on, let’s go in, unless you plan on taking me out here on the lawn.” I teased him.

“Don’t give me any more ideas, I still have a few more I haven’t tried.”

We walked up the steps and after unlocking the door, he held it letting me step through and I pressed one of the buttons on the wall by the door, turning on the dimmers to light the entrance and living area.

“Well this is home, what do you think?” I asked him as he stepped in.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

“Nice … very nice,” I said trying not to sound too impressed by her lovely home. It was a squared off modern style with a traditional interior design, very light and bright, and as I looked around, very much like what I had come to expect from Rebecca, tasteful and elegant, but with an earthy charm. “When I’m ready to pick up my own home in the south of France, I’ll be sure to look up your real estate agent.”

“Let me show you upstairs,” she said, leading me toward the curving staircase that lead to the second floor. “I just had the guest room redecorated so I hope you like it.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off her gorgeous ass as it swayed up the stairs. Sure it was late and I really did need some sleep, but part of me at least was thinking of other things, like what lay at the top of the long shapely legs that were walking up the stairs in front of me.

The guest room was huge with a fantastic view of the ocean. I could see the twinkling lights ringing along the coast in either direction and the rippling reflection of the moon on the ocean. You could serve dinner for twelve in the bathroom alone.

“I think this will do,” I said, as Rebecca showed me around.

“I think you’ll like the bed,” she said proudly, patting her hand on the mattress. “I picked it out myself.”

“Only if you’re in it,” I said, taking her hand and pulling her with me as I fell onto the bed.

“Quint!” she cried out as we tumbled together.

I ended up on my back with her on top of me. I rocked my hips a little and the bed didn’t make a single squeak.

“At least we don’t have to worry about waking the kids,” I said.

“There aren’t any kids here, Quint,” she giggled.

“Then the neighbors?” I suggested.

“The nearest neighbor is a quarter mile away,” she laughed.

“So if I get you to make all kinds of noise, then nobody will hear?”

“Not until Gabriella arrives in the morning,” she replied.

“Gabriella?”

“What good is having a house in France if you can’t have a French maid?” she giggled.

“Hmm, good point,” I said. “But I insist that you let me watch when you ‘have’ your maid.”

“You … you … you!” she said smacking my chest with her hand.

I rolled over, pulling her farther onto the bed and trapping her underneath my body. I felt her pussy rubbing up against my hip and her breasts against my chest. My lips found hers and we kissed a long deep wet kiss, one that left us both breathless and moaning.

“Quint, I really need to get some rest,” she said. “It’s been a long day and we’ve come a long ways. I want to be rested and get an early start tomorrow … and I won’t get either if I sleep with you.”

“Oh, all right,” I said, rolling off of her and watching as she scooted off the bed. I followed her to the door and into the hallway. She turned to face me.

“Good night, Quint,” she said softly, lifting one hand to the back of my neck and the other to my shoulder.

“Good night, Rebecca,” I answered as my arms went around her waist and we leaned together for a kiss.

Our lips remained together for a long time, brushing and touching, our tongues flirting to dance together again. Then she parted from me, backing up, her face flushed and rosy.

“Night,” she whispered and turned to go to her room.

“Night,” I called out after her as I watched her heels click-clack down the marble hallway.

Turning back into my room I slipped out of my clothes and washed up. What a scene! What a setting! Gold plated fixtures and an inlaid marble Jacuzzi tub, a multiple head shower big enough to wash a car inside, and then the view again. I walked out onto the balcony and felt the warm night’s breeze coming in off the ocean flow over my naked body. A few weeks before, I would have laughed to your face had you suggested I would be here, much less carrying on with the Mistress of the house. But here I was, and I was loving it.

I pulled down the covers and lay on the silken bed sheets. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I looked around the room in amazement. A half hour later found me still awake, thinking over Rebecca and my life and how she fit into it. An hour later I decided to stop tossing and turning and rose up from the bed. I found a light cotton robe in the closet and slipped into it.

Wandering down the hallway, I found her master bedroom. The door was open and in the dim light I could see her lying between the sheets. She rolled over and sighed. “Oh, Quint!” I heard her whisper.

“Yes?” I answered, thinking she could see me.

She sat up in bed, obviously startled. “Quint?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” I admitted moving into her room a bit. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Neither could I,” she said.

I walked over to her bed and sat beside her. “I … uh, don’t suppose …” I began to say.

“What? That you could sleep with me?” she said, drawing her knees up and crossing her arms on them.

“Well, yeah … just to sleep mind you,” I ventured. “No fooling around or any of that sexy stuff.”

“No, we couldn’t have that, now could we?” she said.

“I promise to be good,” I said, raising my hand as if giving the boy scout oath.

“As long as you promise,” she said, pulling open the sheets. I could see that she had the sheerest little slip on and maybe a little pair of panties underneath.

“Promise,” I said and then slipped off my robe to stand naked for a moment beside her bed. I could feel her eyes sweep over my body, a sensation that made my cock twinge a bit.

“Then you’d better make your … uh, friend promise too,” she giggled, her eyes on my dangling member.

“I can’t speak for him,” I said. “Since he sort of has a mind of his own.”

“That’s how women get into trouble, you know,” she laughed, turning onto her side so that I could nestle up behind her. As she wiggled her butt against me, my cock began to rise up between her legs. “Um, maybe we should roll over and do this the other way,” she suggested.

“Okay,” I said, rolling over so she could snuggle up against my back. I could feel the firm roundness of her breasts press up against me and her hand ease around my chest. “Better?”

“Much better,” she said. Her hand wandered down over my stomach and wove through the trim curls above my cock. Then her fingertips grazed over my cock.

“Hey!” I said as she lightly dragged her nails on me. “What about our promise?”

“You were the one who promised, not me,” she giggled. She gave my cock a firm playful little squeeze and then relaxed. Within minutes we were both sound asleep.

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

A soft gentle breeze blew in from the balcony with the patio door left open, making the sheer drapes dance and swirl lightly into the room. The first rays of sunlight just barely peaking in and giving the room a soft haze as they came in. There were sounds of birds, seagulls and the slap of the ocean waves against the shore outside the window.

I stirred, breathing in the fresh air, hearing the faint noises and even before I opened my eyes, a smile creased my lips.

“Mmmmm, I like this.” I said softly pressing closer to Quint’s back, raising my leg to slide back and forth across his. With my hands wrapped around his chest, I spread my fingers, cupping his breasts and squeezing them, letting my nails graze against his nipples ever so lightly.

“Uhmmmm…” He sighed still half asleep and a bit dazed as to where he was let alone who he was with.

“You awake yet sleepy head?” I sighed as I kissed and nibbled his neck just below his ear. “Breakfast will be here soon, you getting hungry yet?”

“Depends on what I’m getting to eat.” He replied turning to lie on his back throwing his arm around the back of my shoulders and pressing me against his chest.

“Well Gabriella will be up here shortly with breakfast, how’s that?”

“Do you always offer you’re maid for breakfast?” He said grinning and with his hand entangled in my hair, pushed my head down, giving me a very arousing kiss. I could feel my nipples perk up and press against his chest through the light fabric of my nightie along with feeling a very warm tingling between my legs just feeling the warmth of his arm around me and the heat of his body flushed to mine.

“Mmmmm, do you always wake up horny and uhm…?” I asked with a naughty little grin as I ran my hand down his chest and felt the swell of his cock when I brushed over it.

“Aahhh…Actually, yes I do, but having you here is much better than waking up alone.” He said bring his hand to the hem of my nightie and slowly reaching underneath it, tickling my belly and teasingly moving upwards.

“Oh I agree, it’s not everyday I get to wake up and have the company of a man, especially one so charming and so well endowed in my bed.” I said smiling at him as my hand continued to pet his semi erect cock.

“I see, so you just want me for my well endowment is that it?” He chuckled, moving his hand to my breast, cupping and squeezing it, making me take a sharp breath with how wonderful it felt.

“And you don’t want me for my nice tits, ass or pussy?” I teased him, laughing softly and shifted, lifting my leg up higher, pressing my panty clad pussy to his thigh.

“Now wait, there is a lot more of you than just body, like all this.” He teased, sweeping his other hand out across the air at the room and what it held, then brought it back to rest and caress my hip.

“Oh I see, just another one after my money huh?” I giggled at the same time pressing myself closer where he could feel the warmth and dampness of my panties on his thigh. “For some reason Quint, I really don’t believe that.” I said seriously now and the look in his eyes told me I was right and the kiss he gave me proved it.

“Uuhmm, Miss Foresythe, your breakfast.” Gabrielle said as she stood at the door holding a long tray.

“Oh yes, come in. Thank you.” I told her as I sat up, moving away from the startled Quint as she walked in the door. I couldn’t help notice his gaze at the petite little blonde wearing her cute maids outfit. Quint sat up, making sure the sheet covered him, but as Gabrielle put the tray down in front of us, the slight rise in the sheets at his crotch did not go unnoticed by her.

“Will that be all Miss Foresythe?”

“For now Gabrielle, later we might want a bath and massage, especially Quint, he isn’t use to jet lag like this.” I said watching Gabrielle blush a deep pink and when I looked at Quint, he was a bit flushed himself.

“I’ll be in the kitchen.” Gabrielle said and made a hasty exit.

“You are a very naught lady.” Quint said as soon as she left with a grin on his face from ear to ear.

“Yes, I am.” I turned smiling at him and kissed him. “So still hungry?”

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

“Of course I am,” I said, moving over close beside Rebecca. “For some things in the morning, I have an insatiable hunger.” As she pulled the tray closer, my hands went to her shoulders, pulling at the skinny straps of her gown.

“Now, Quint, breakfast is getting cold,” she warned.

“I know,” I replied kissing along her bare shoulder as I tugged the straps down. My kisses moved back up to her neck. I brushed the hair away from her ear and kissed my way up so that I could nibble at her ear lobe and flick my tongue around the shell. “And it would be such a shame to waste Gabrielle’s cooking.”

“Quint!” she said as I took a gentle little nibble out of her neck. “Breakfast!”

“Go ahead and start,” I said, easing my hands around under her arms to push her gown down and away from her firm breasts. “I’m very good at catching up.”

“Mmm … Quint,” she said calmly, her head tilting to the side as I dragged my warm wet tongue along her neck. My hands curled around her bared breasts my thumbs and forefingers teasing her nipples. As I pulled her toward me, I heard the tray clatter. “Quentin McCann! Watch out! You’re going to spill the tray!”

“And we can’t have that either, can we?” I said, dropping a hand down under the sheet to cup her sex. She felt warm and moist under the thin light fabric of her panty. “So messy … more work for Gabrielle … that would be a crime.”

“Quint …” she sighed, starting to lean toward me and my kisses. She let out a low sexy moan. “Quint …”

With a final flurry of kisses on her neck and shoulder, I withdrew my hands from her body.

“Quint?” she sighed, sitting up and turning to look at me.

“Okay, I’m through with my appetizer,” I said with a smirk. Although I crossed my legs under the sheets, there was no hiding the tent that my erection had made. “Time for a real breakfast.”

Rebecca put her hands on her hips and looked at me. She was a sexy sight, naked to the waist, her gown still strung from her arms, a bit of natural blush to her cheeks, and her eyes sparkling with desire interrupted.

“What?” I asked with a shrug and a smile as I lifted the lid from one of the plates. “You convinced me we should eat first and play later. So?”

“Arrrrrgghhhh!” she growled playfully. “You … you did that on purpose.”

“Me?” I said trying to look innocent, but don’t think I sold her on it. “Oh, come here,” I said reaching over to her cheek to pull her lips to mine for a kiss. She accepted my kiss warmly but smacked me lightly on the cheek when we parted.

We started on the breakfast Gabrielle had prepared, sharing everything. I tried hard not to stare since Rebecca hadn’t rearranged her gown, but there was something about seeing her naked in the morning sun that continually drew my eyes. And she knew it from the way she posed herself and made sure I always got an eyeful every time I looked at her. It only served to keep the tent in the sheet over my lap nice and tall.

“So what do you feel like doing today, Quint … besides the obvious?” she asked, her eyes darting down to glance at my crotch.

“I don’t know, never having been here,” I said. “Maybe you could give me a little tour of the city, maybe lunch at a café someplace, maybe a friendly little game of tennis, a swim, I don’t know.”

“There’s a lot to do around here,” she said. “We can do anything you feel like.”

“Oh?” I said looking over at her. “So what about lying in bed all day making love? And if we get bored, maybe Gabrielle would want to join us.”

“You!” she cried out loudly, grabbing a pillow and whapping me with it. Fortunately the breakfast was finished and we didn’t spill a thing as we wrestled each other to the bed. I let her pin me to the mattress, her legs straddling my hips, her hands pushing down on my shoulders. “Seriously, Quint.”

“Seriously?” I asked. She nodded. “Seriously, I’d like to shower, maybe take a walk along the beach, go into town, have some lunch later on. And maybe when we get back …”

“Yes?” she asked, leaning forward so that her tits were hovering over my face.

“When we get back, I’d like to slowly strip you out of your clothes and ravish you in the afternoon sun on your veranda … how’s that?”

She grinned as she looked down at me, her pussy moving gently against my erect cock.

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

“Oh now I do like the sounds of that!” I said flashing him a smile that showed him he caught my attention fully with his last statement.

“I thought you might,” he said grinning. His hands had come to rest on my back, moving lower and sensually rubbing the skimpy material of my panties against my behind.

“Well sounds like I better let you get up and go back to your own room and let you have a shower.“ I replied still teasing him with my tits in front of his face and rubbing my pussy softly across his hard on. When he leaned his head up to nip at my nipple, I raised up and swung my legs around moving off him.

“Getting even, dear?” he chuckled seeing the wicked little grin on my face.

“Who me? Never.” I laughed softly as I took the tray from the bed placing it on the long mirrored dresser. Since the dresser faced the side of the bed, I caught Quint’s gaze watching me and when I turned back around, I lifted the nightie over my head, dropping it on the chair.

“Ooooh no, not you. You just tease is all.” he remarked and flipped the sheet away from him. My eyes immediately took in the nice size erection he was displaying rather proudly.

“AND you don’t?” I huffed smiling. “I suggest you get your robe back on and get to your shower, unless you plan on giving Gabrielle a better look at that. She should be up any time now.” With that I slipped my thumbs in the tiny elastic waist of my panties and slid them off, tossing them on the chair.

“Uuughh…” he muttered staring at me with a familiar look of desire in his eyes. “If I hop in the shower with you, I won’t have to risk that happening.” Quint stood up and I have to say he was a mighty fine man to behold, standing there in the buff with his dick pointing in my direction.

“Oh no sir, not with that look in your eyes and your buddy there pointing at me like that. You said later, and I’m rather looking forward to being stripped and ravished on the veranda.” With a twinkle in my eyes and a bright smile, I turned around, and walked to the master bathroom in my room. Twisting around to shut the door, I grinned at him. “Meet you downstairs, Quint.”

“Warn me never to tease you like that again.” he chuckled picking up his robe and putting it on.

“Oh I wouldn’t stop if I were you.” I giggled and shut the door.

After I took my shower, I dusted all over with a soft French powder, put some make up on and brushed my hair. I slipped on a soft tangerine colored lacy bra and panty, a silky slip over it and put on a soft silky dress that was a rainbow of colors offset with a tangerine base. The puffy short little sleeves came to the edge of my shoulders just covering the straps of the slip and with it gathered at the waist, the skirt was free flowing. Adding a pearl necklace and tiny pear earrings, a touch of perfume and my sandals, I made several phones before going downstairs to meet him.

“Well don’t you look nice.” I said seeing him sitting on the couch glancing through the newspaper.

“And don’t you,” he said smiling as he stood up.

“Ready for that walk on the beach?” We have probably about 30 minutes or so before the chauffer will be ready to take us to town. Actually I let him know to pass several of the tourist attractions, including some of the galleries and museums, just to give you an idea of what is around in case you want to check out anything you find interesting. I think you might like the town too. There are lots of shops, café’s, a flower market, and it’s really a very cheerful place.”

“Sounds like my kind of place.”

“Good, then I’m sure we’ll find something that you might enjoy doing.” I said smiling as I led him through the living area and entertainment area where the back wall was all plate glass windows.

“Wow,” he sighed as I opened the glass doors onto the deck that looked out at the ocean with a long walkway down to the beach. To the right of us down several stairs of the walkway he caught a better glimpse of the pool area. The entire deck, pool, and walkway were all offset by trees, shrubbery and flowers.

“It is a beautiful sight to see, but it’s especially breathtaking at dusk.” I said as we made our way down the walkway to the beach.

 

[Miltone]

Quint McCann

Damn! Ain’t this the life! I thought as I showered and shaved and dressed in a crisp pair of slacks and a light pullover shirt. Flying to her hideaway on the south coast of France for the weekend on her own jet! To be a part of it was a treat, but to have that kind of mobility and wealth at my disposal was well beyond me.

Turning the gold-plated handles on the marble sink and looking at myself in the gilt edged antique mirror or around at the plush furnishings and surroundings, I could feel myself being seduced by the allure of Rebecca’s lifestyle. But hell, while I’m here I’m going to enjoy it! I’m a world away from where I normally exist and may never come through here again. So while I waited for her to get ready and then as we walked along the beach, I enjoyed the scenery and took in the fresh air and savored the smile and warmth of my beautiful hostess.

“It’s beautiful here, Rebecca,” I remarked looking out at the sail boats plying the mild waves of the Mediterranean. “I feel like I’m in another world.”

“You are … we both are,” she said. “That’s why I love coming here. No one knows me … well almost no one, I turn off the phones and relax and be myself for a change.”

“You know, I sort of envy all of this,” I said waving my hand toward her house and then out to the sea. “For a hard working Joe like me, this is a dream, a fantasy, and you live it every day.”

“Not really, Quint,” she said, taking my hand in hers. Her face was turned toward the gleaming white city stretching along the bay; her eyes looking far away. “All of this comes with a price. Five, six, sometimes seven days a week my time is not my own. Thousands of people who work at my various corporations are depending on me to be there for them, making decisions that affect their livelihoods and their lives and the lives of their loved ones. I took on a life in business willingly, but it took over. It sort of became my lover, my husband if you will. And now, I’ve come to envy someone like you, who can lead a simple life on his own. When I come here, I can pretend to be a barefoot girl from the cotton fields of Alabama.”

“Or that girl riding her horse somewhere west of Laramie?” I added, stopping and taking her other hand in mine and turning her to face me.

“Or an impetuous shop girl on a unplanned holiday,” she said smiling.

“Or a woman who has been missing out on something that she really needs?” I said, lifting her chin and leaning down to kiss her.

“Or a girl who has found someone she had long ago given up hope of meeting,” she whispered returning my kiss.

I felt her body press up against mine as our arms slipped around each other. The kiss we shared was warm and romantic, not that there wasn’t a powerful tinge of sex to it, but it seemed to say something else that went beyond what we had experienced together thus far. We stood together silently for several moments, letting the light warm breeze filter through our hair and wash our flushed faces.

“Now how about that tour of Nice you’ve been threatening?” I said finally as we began walking again, this time heading back toward her place.

“I’m more than ready,” she said and we wasted no time getting back to the house. Rebecca decided she wanted to drive in her little Mercedes roadster.

She was a wonderful tour guide and there was much to see. We parked and strolled along one of the pedestrian walks going through the hills of Nice with beauty spots on the way. Then we walked through the town checking out the flower, fruit and vegetable market at Cours Saleya, and the Saint-François Square with its fish market. We paused and refreshed ourselves near a gorgeous fountain. We stopped for lunch at a cozy little sidewalk café that gave us a great view of the city and sea.

Everything seemed accentuated; the noontime light was so bright that the colors were almost blinding. The pines and palm trees were green and happily rubbing shoulders with the blue shades of the Mediterranean and the sky, the sun was highlighting the yellow tones of the flowers, the ochre sides of the houses set in a gorgeous natural setting of rocks and hills.

“So what do you think?” she asked as we settled in at our table.

“Beautiful!” I said, impressed by my surroundings. “Like living in a picture postcard.”

“It is like a dream world sometimes,” she said, her eyes echoing the dreaminess.

“So what are you having?” I asked, spotting our waiter approaching.

“I think I’ll have the salmon,” she said.

“Bonjour. Mon nom est Raul," he said with a thin smile. "Et que peux-je vous servir cet après-midi?”

Rebecca looked at me and started to say something, but I cut her off.

“Nous faisons bien, merci,” I said calmly, my French a little rusty. “La dame aura le saumon et j'aurai le veau.” Rebecca seemed surprised and smiled broadly as I placed our orders.

“Les très bons choix. Et boire?” he asked.

“Un verre de pinot grigio pour la dame et un verre de Merlot pour moi,” I replied.

“Très bon,” he replied and nodded before turning away to place our orders.

“All this and he sspeaks French, too,” Rebecca exclaimed with a laugh. “And very well, I might add. You are just full of surprises, Quint.”

“There’s a lot about me that you don’t know,” I answered. “And you’ve only started to scratch the surface.”

 

[Tammi]

Rebecca Foresythe

“And I’m looking very forward to what I’ll find after all that scratching,” I replied with a teasing smile. Damn, here I was sitting with a man who lived on a houseboat, who in my wildest dreams would I never would have pictured in this setting and to beat all, he even speaks French.

“Just as I am looking forward to finding out what‘s hidden under yours,” he said matching the same grin on my face.

The waiter returned with the wine that Quint had ordered and again I was amazed watching him. He inhaled the glass, breathing in the aroma of the wine, then took a small swallow, swirling it around in his mouth before swallowing it. He spoke again in French to the waiter, letting him know it was perfect and both our glasses were filled.

“To exploring beneath the surface.” I said smiling as our glasses clinked together.

It wasn’t long before our food arrived and I had to laugh several times watching as Quint enjoyed the food thoroughly, remarking how tasty it was. As we sat enjoying our meal, I kept giving him glances, still surprised with myself for even bringing him here. It was so unlike me to bring someone here to my paradise, but especially someone I hardly knew. Was it really because he was so laid back, eagerly enjoying the wealth around him, yet didn’t seem to be so caught up in it. I had been with very attractive wealthy men, but nothing had prepared for these feelings I had stirring inside with someone so completely different, so open, honest, up front and bold in a way that was very different than those I had been with.

We finished our lunch and I drove him around the city a little more, but as I kept glancing at him, my mind was more on getting him back to the house and all to myself. When we got back to the house and I parked the car in the garage, before I had a chance to open the car door and get out, I felt his arm at my waist and his other hand turning my cheek.

“You in a hurry babe?” he asked chuckling, and I felt the warmth of his lips on mine, his kiss soft, tender, sweet, causing my heart to skip a beat and my hands to lift going around his neck. As we kissed, his hand on my cheek had moved to my thigh, urging up my dress.

“Mmmmm, you do give a girl a reason to want to get inside.” I said as our kiss broke and I smiled at him. I dropped one hand down to graze across the front of his shirt and settle in his lap where I felt the beginnings of slightly aroused erection.

“And you make a guy not care where he is,” he replied in a husky voice, pressing further up my thigh until I felt the light touch of his fingers tickling the front of my now very moist panties.

“What is it about cars and guys that get them really hot when only steps away you have a mansion and tons of room to play.” I giggled, and once again was overwhelmed with certain feelings and a sense of freedom I hadn’t felt in years. Was it him, I had to wonder, or just the circumstances, the simplicity that I so lacked in my life. Or was there more here than I was willing to admit.