Time to Play... (Closed)

Pris... Money... Heir to the "throne" of Dean of the Department of not the entire campus... What do I offer... insane sex and what else... nothing really other than costing you your career and who knows what else.

She sat there being realistic she was plain and simple only "the other woman" material. The fling when life got too boring... and she was okay with that.
 
Jason looked directly at her, took her face and held it between his hands . . . "You are not the 'other woman' . . . maybe we started out that way, but somewhere along the road you have become 'the woman' in my life . . . you need to understand that . . ."

Just then his cell phone rang . . . looking at the caller ID, he answered, "Hello, Mother . . ."
 
She sat there looking into his eyes smiling at his words as she reached a hand to his cheek. waiting for him to finish his call.
 
Jason's mother doesn't call often, but when she does it's usually important . . . so he was on the phone longer than he expected to be, but when he got off the phone he had a huge smile on his face. Turning to Selena . . . obviously that was my mother, and when she calls, I need to talk to her . . .

Anyway what she wanted to tell me was this . . . don't know if you knew it or not, but my father died a couple of years ago and she has been getting all of his affairs wrapped up. She is now at the point where she wants to start sharing some of his estate with my sister and me. Bottom line is, starting next month the estate is going to transfer $5,000 a month to my account. So, if I lose my job, I can still live pretty nicely . . . so, can we spend a little time today and tomorrow looking for a place up here by the lake for us.
 
She just sat there blinking a little trying to take it all in... He wanted them to have a place together...

What about Pris? How are you going to handle that or when are you going to? Thats just not a phone call thing... what are you going to do?
 
I will talk to her on Monday evening . . . surely she won't be too shocked when I call off the engagement; then on Tuesday, I'll sit down with her Dad and submit resignation effective at the end of the school year. If he wants to terminate me immediately, that will be his decision.

Baby, this time I need to follow my heart and do what I want to do . . . and what will make me happy . . . and that involves being with you . . .
 
She smiled and pulled him over to her kissing him tenderly.
 
I'll take that as a Yes . . enjoying the tenderness of your kisses . . . damn, you can be tender and passionate at the same time . .
 
She smiled curling close to him snuggling up a fingertip tracing his lips
 
Somewhere in all this . . . the lovepmaking, the phone call, the comments about their future . . . lunch seemed to be forgotten. It sure felt good just to be lying here on the blanket with her . . . Jason's mind was reeling . . . but happy that he had a good idea of a new direction . . . and woman . . . in his life . .
 
Had she been a cruel person she would have said just let Pris walk in on them in bed together or him watching a video of the two of them together while "taking" her bent over his desk but she was not so cruel as to even suggest it.
 
Not a chance of that happening . . . Priscilla would not even be alone with him at his apartment, even though there were engaged . . . sure gave Jason an idea of what she would probably be like after they were married . . . might let him touch her with the lights on, but not likely . . . sure, he and Selena would have some adjustments to make, but he was looking forward to those times . . at least they could talk and disagree like adults . . . not afraid to say what they meant . . . and then apologize . . . and mmm, make up . .
 
SO how to deal with this? She was snuggled up with no desire to move from his arms and that spot in the sun.
 
Hey, babe . . . I'll take care of it Monday night with Pris and Tuesday with Daddy . . . beyond that, we will just have to see . . . but with what my Mother has set up for me . . . and with you by my side . . . we can start making decisions about our life . . .

We have had some pretty wild times . . . some very intense times . . . but we can do it together . . . OK?
 
Okay

She sat there in his arms.

SO what do we do for the rest of our day here?
 
I am very content just to be here with you in my arms . . . how about a glass of wine? I think we just need to enjoy the day . . . the lake, the weather, each other . . . no one else around to bother us . . . shut out cell phones off . . .

Reaching for the wine and the glasses . . . then pulling you back into my arms . . . kissing your neck as you lean back against me . . .
 
After a long while she smiled looking back to him. What else should we do love?
 
When you start asking like that, I'm pretty sure there is only one answer you are looking for? Pushing you onto your back and finding your soft skin with my fingers . . . hmmm, did your 'forget' to put your bra on when we got dressed?
 
I guess I did... easier for us to play a little rough don't ya think?
 
And a little more dangerously . . . hope there aren't too many boaters on the ocean today . . . leaning over and hungrily sucking a nipple between my lips as my hand slides up under the leg of your shorts and finds bare pussy . . . mmmm, no panties . . . guess my woman is a very wild and daring woman . . .
 
Winking she begins to "struggle" and looking like she was about to scream giving him a few moments to react to prevent her from doing so.
 
Hmmm . . . only got two hands . . . how to handle this 'wild woman' . . . sliding his other hand over her mouth briefly . . . the only 'scream' I want to hear from you is when you cum again . . . rolling over on top up her, straddling her belly . . . hard for her to take a deep breath, at least for now . . . grabbing her top and sliding it up over her tits . . . nipples already hard . . . yeah, you are really fighting me, aren't you love?
 
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She smirked and glared that he was not really playing along and shrugged and laid there.
 
Hey . . . you want to play a little rough, I can too . . . pulling the belt out of his shorts and quickly wrapping it around her wrists . . . maybe not quite as effective as the cuffs you used on me, but it will do the trick . . .

Once her hands were tied above her head, Jason moved to remove her shorts and expose the rest of her body to the lake air . . . and any boater who should happen to sail by . . . lifting one leg in the air, he playfully slapped her ass . . . glaring a bit at her . . . "Look , baby . . . you know you want to fuck . . . you going to be nice or do I have to force you?"
 
She winked and started to try to kick "scream" and struggle. She loved it when they played rough and when they were tender and after all she had been through she needed that tender roughness from him right now.
 
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