"Sweet Cheeks was a name well chosen, I see."
"Yes, Mistress, you know this boy well." His voice held that wry tone, that suggested his smart ass nature, a quality that could border on bratty, but nearly always was humerous.
The long shadow of the woman in the business suit, fell over the barely clad sunbathing vision, who lay upon his belly, his tanned arms and legs making a subtle X upon the resort's chaise. She set a briefcase down on the pool table, as her dark emerald eyes gazed over the nearly deserted pool, before pushing one hand through the long, dark auburn tresses, and allowing a small twist of her lips to play across her features, as she returned her gaze back upon the man on the chaise.
Her eyes began a careful appraisal of him, taking in all the nuances. He was exactly as he had described. He was a classically handsome, lithe man. Well kept for his Forty years. Salt and pepper hair, a nice tan, on the small to medium build, and nicely muscled. For a professional man, he had seen the inside of a gym. He reminded her of a rooster, perhaps that was the Italian in him.
But, it was his mind that made her get on a plane and fly, or perhaps his voice. He was on vacation, and she sorely needed one. The quiet man, never thought she would come. Not really. They had both met their share of wannabe's and insincere online romancers. Or people who claimed to be one way, and were in reality, something quite different. But, here she was. And he looked damn good.
"I always wanted to come to the Keys.. how fortunate to have my own private cabana boy for the weekend. A margarita on the rocks, no salt." Only this time, she was not being a smart-ass.
He lifted slowly from the chaise, pushing upwards, a perfect pushup, letting her watch the rippling muscles of his arms and back. He knew exactly what he was doing, and caught that appreciative smile which was sent over his chest. She was older, and larger, but he was no sissy boy. Anyone in his vanilla world, would be shocked at his secrets, and that was part of the attraction for her. But then, there had to be more than that. As he came around, his face came close to her stocking covered knee, his lips barely grazing across the cap, causing a soft growl to escape her lips. She crossed one knee over the other, her black pumps glinting in the light, as she studied him.
Impudent Boy!, she hissed, and reached down to cup his chin with her hand, as he sank down into a wide kneel before her, his tanned thighs splayed ever so widely before her. His nostrils widened ever so slightly, his breath quickening at her touch. So you remember what nadu means, hum?, clearly appreciative of his form.
"Sorry Mistress, this boy begs your forgiveness, he is just so excited to finally see you."
"Go get the drink, and be pleasing, slut, or I will make you read another John Norman book aloud to me. I brought several more for you."
"Yes, Mistress!"
She glanced around the pool again, pleased it was deserted, and wriggled her toes. Dam but they hated the confines of the four inch heels, but she also knew, it made her almost six feet tall, and he was merely 5'6 in barefeet. Leaning back in the chair, she unbuttoned the sever black suit, with the sage green chemise beneath. No sense attracting unwanted attention with leather nor excess accessories. The bags had been deposited in the room next to his, and a comely Hispanic maid had been instructed to discretely set up a few things for her, in exchange for a rather large tip.
He walked well, knowing she would watch his every move. He had selected a basic black swim trunk, that was by far too loose for her tastes. As he approached, he noted she had slipped her right foot out of the shoe, and her toes curled slightly stretching in the black stockings. He could only imagine what held them up. He knelt slowly before her, his thighs again splaying wide as he looked up into her green eyes, his own soft browns, glittering with several underlying emotions. His back was slightly arched, as if in offering his chest to her, his chin up, and the drink was held between his thighs, as he slowly brought it upwards, pausing for a moment near his heart, before dipping his head to place a kiss to the bowl of the glass. Slowly he extended the drink in his hands, as he lowered his head.
"This boy hopes you find the margarita refreshing and to your liking, as well as the boy who offers it to you."
"Mmm.. Very nice, slave boy." Reaching down, she slid her hand along the outside of his, caressing easily, before wrapping around to take the drink, and study him over the rim. "So, tell me slut... what have you been doing on vacation?"
"As you asked, Mistress. I have been doing my"... He glanced around nearly sheepishly, his cheeks pinking up, and looked up to her - "exercises, twice daily."
"Is that so?"
Grinning, she nodded, clearly pleased and took a sip. "Your stamina should be quite high...Anyone can sprint, but to last a marathon, takes practice.. There is a time and place for both.. Now..did you buy the toy, I asked you too? And, did you meet any one of interest?"
