Detective Aspen Spanos entered her beach house in Miami, Florida. She is now officially on a two-week vacation from working undercover as a kindergarten teacher. Someone was poisoning the kids. It was the kid's parents who were telling their children to give them candy, which had poison in them. It took Aspen two weeks to crack the case. She's worked for Miami PD for five years. Now was going to relax and enjoy it herself. The last vacation she was on was with her girlfriend, Alex. They had a fabulous time in Cancun, Mexico. They've been together for two years and they wanted to celebrate it there. A week later after they came back from their vacation, Alex seemed different. She would come home late and sometimes she didn't want to have sex because she was "too tired." Aspen let it go.
Then when she came home early on a Friday, she opened the door to her room to find Alex in bed with another woman. The woman looked to be younger than Aspen. Aspen was twenty-eight, and the other woman appeared in her early twenties. Alex was surprised that Aspen came home early. Alex explained to Aspen that she wasn't "feeling it" anymore with Aspen and was getting "too old." Alex and the woman got dressed and left the house. She went into her closet and threw Alex's clothes and other stuff out the window. Never mind coming back to get them.
After they left, she threw out the sheets and the bed. She didn't want to lay in a bed that smelled of sex. She bought a new bed the next day. She cried for a week and then got over it. That was a month ago. She made up her mind on what she was going to do. She was going to look for a casual relationship, no more love and commitment for her. Aspen took off her clothes and admired herself in the mirror. She had olive skin, which made her Mediterranean. She had a slim body, and her breasts were firm which made them equal at the top and bottom, just like Ellena Woods and they didn't flatten when she was lying on her back.
She was 5'6. Her hair was black that went down to her shoulders and she had beautiful brown eyes. She put on a black sports bra and shorts. She was going to go jogging. She put up her hair in a ponytail, put on sunscreen, and put on her sunglasses. She put on her earbuds and scrolled through her phone for the songs of her favorite musician Anthony Ash. She started the music and went out the door. The weather was sunny and warm for later in the afternoon. There weren't a lot of people out on the beach. They would probably be out later tonight. She walked down the steps and started jogging. She jogged until she reached the pier and turned back. When she was almost back to where she started, she saw this guy walking along the shore. His body was very muscular with six-pack abs and his hair was pulled back in a ponytail. He turned to look at the ocean, so she walked down to the shore and stood a few feet away.
"Hi," he said.
She turned.
"Hi," she replied with a smile.
"Nice day, isn't it?" he asked.
"Yes, it is, but there aren't a lot of people out here."
"They will probably be out later tonight. So you jog?" he asked.
"Every day. How about you?"
"I sometimes do. I use the gym and go swimming every morning."
He has a fabulous physique she thought.
"Do you live around here," she asked.
"I live six houses down from you."
"How do you know where I live?" Aspen asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"I watched you walk out of your house and then you went jogging. Nice house by the way."
"Thanks."
"My name is Michael."
"Aspen."
"Beautiful name."
"Thanks. I was born in Aspen, Colorado. I've been living here since I was ten. So that's how I got my name. Where are you from?"
"Here in Miami. Lived here all my life. So, what does Aspen do on a Friday night?"
"Well, my girlfriend, now my ex. We would go to a bar and have loads of sex later. Sorry for the last part. Not that we would have sex later."
"It's not a problem. How about we meet at the Foxhole at seven? Do you know where that is?"
"Yes, I do."
"Great. See you later," Michael said, smiling.
"See you later," replied Aspen, smiling back.
Later that evening, Aspen checked herself out in the mirror. She looked fabulous in her outfit. It was a black slinky bandeau crop top with a white wrap mini skirt. It showed off her slim stomach. Aspen smiled, left her bedroom, locked up the house, and was off to the Foxhole.
Michael sat in a corner booth when he saw Aspen walk in. He waved her over.
"Wow. You look stunning in that," said Michael, eyeing her up and down.
"Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself," said Aspen, sitting down.
Michael wore a white hoodie a short-sleeved shirt and black cargo shorts.
"So, what's your poison?" asked Michael.
"Margarita."
"Bacardi," Michael said to the waiter.
"How long have you been waiting?" asked Aspen.
"Five minutes and I picked the quietest area. It's too noisy up front. So, tell me about you."
"I'm a detective for the Miami Police. Five years and I enjoy it. What do you do?"
"That's cool. I'm a Mechanical Engineer. I've been at that job for fifteen years. It's an ok job. Brings in money," scratching his neck. Aspen noticed a small eagle tattoo on the right side. Very sexy. "So, you were in a relationship. What happened?"
Aspen sighed.
"I came home early one day and found her in bed with a much younger woman."
"Shit! How old are you if you don't mind me asking."
"Twenty-eight."
"That's not old. What a bitch."
"Yeah. She also said that she wanted to come by the following day to get her clothes and such. I said no way and threw her clothes out the window. I even threw out the sheets and the bed. I didn't want to sleep in a bed after what I saw."
"I don't blame you. How long ago was this?"
"Two months ago. I'm over it and I've moved on."
"Good for you."
"I'm not looking to get into another relationship. I'm looking for a casual relationship. No more love and commitment. I gave her the best two years and look what she does."
"Yeah. Same here. My ex-fiancee ran off with my best friend before our wedding day. The next day, I told myself no more love and commitment for this guy."
"How long ago was this?"
"Last year, but I got over it."
"So you're no longer friends with him."
"Nope, and I don't care if they're together or not."
"When was the last time you were with a woman?"
"A couple of days ago. I met this woman at a bar. She had a business deal for one day. We got together that night and she left to go back home the next day. So you haven't been with anyone since your break up?"
"No, I haven't, but that's going to change."
"What do you like? Do you like oral, anal, missionary, doggy style?"
"I like all, except bondage and group sex."
"I don't like bondage either. I've had a three-some," said Michael, taking her hand and caressing her inner wrist. "Do you like it hard or soft? Fast or slow?"
"I like it slow, sometimes fast, but not hard."
"I can do slow, sometimes hard and fast. So if we were to go to your house or mine, what would we do?" he asked.
"I would take you to mine. I would push you on the bed and take your cock and suck on it."
"Are you clean?" she asked.
"Yes, I am."
"Great, so am I, let's go," she said, grabbing his hand.
"Wait. How about protection."
"Yes, I have the birth control implant."
"Good," he said, taking her hand.
When they got to her condo, they tore each other's clothes off and she pushed him on the bed. She kissed, licked, and massaged his balls and testicles. Then she massaged and kissed his cock. She kissed the tip, licked it, and swirled the tip in her mouth. She put part of his cock in her mouth and kept massaging his balls. She heard him moan. She kissed his inner thighs, licked his abs, and got on top of him. She lay flat on his chest with her arms on either side of him with her legs between his as he bent his legs. She rode him slowly as she deeply kissed him and caressed his hair. She loved the feel of his hands caressing her body. She lightly nipped his ear and licked his neck while she was caressing his nipples. Michael closed his eyes and moaned at the feel of his nipples being caressed. Then she sucked on them. It felt so good as he was starting to feel a sensation. She sat up and picked up the pace some. He loved her breasts. They weren't big and busty, they were just the right size and shape and they didn't droop. He caressed them as they felt smooth. He sat up and sucked on them as Aspen moaned. The sensations were getting stronger with each thrust. They both moaned and then climaxed together. She rested her head on his chest to catch her breath. She rolled off him laid down on her back and stared at the ceiling.
"That was good," said Aspen, getting up and walking to the bathroom. She cleaned herself and walked back to the bedroom. Michael was still lying on the bed. Aspen grabbed a white robe with lace trim and put it on.
"Are you hungry?" she asked.
"Yeah, I could eat," he said.
"Great," said Aspen, walking to the bathroom and cleaning herself. When she was finished, he cleaned himself off.
"When you're done, the kitchen is at the bottom of the stairs."
A few minutes later, he saw Aspen drinking a glass of water. In the kitchen, he saw an island standing in the middle of the floor with dark-black marble countertops. Mahogany cabinets, the fridge was stainless steel with black trim as the dishwasher. Four bar stools sat in front of the island. Calacatta gold marble floor. A half-wall that separated the living room and the kitchen. In front of the wall stood a black 4 pc modern black microfiber sectional sofa with chaise chair and ottoman with two end tables--Tiger Strand Bamboo floor. White walls were covered with pictures. A fifty-inch TV hung on the opposite wall about the mantle and a fireplace below.
"This is a nice place," Michael said, looking around.
"Thank you. I designed it myself. What would you like to eat?"
