This is part 17 of my continuing story and I recommend you read the prior stories in order before reading this one.
All characters are well over the age of consent.
This is a work of fiction.
Enjoy!
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I had a great time on my vacation to Mexico and if I have the time, I'll share the details of my final days there.
As I mentioned in my previous story, I bought a new home as summer was starting. It was a two story, five bedroom, four bathrooms with a nice pool, hot tub, waterfall, and a small guest house with an outdoor shower. The covered patio had misters and the best thing of all was that it was private.
Yes, I had neighbors, but they were not close, and the backyard was private, meaning no prying eyes.
While I was still working at home for my day job, I found myself dressing up for the growing number of business meetings I was having with clients and prospects. While some of these sessions were on Zoom, many were in person and well, I had to dress the part.
Which meant I had to start using a dry cleaner.
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I got to know the Korean lady who owned a local dry cleaner because I frequented her business.
Her dry cleaners were more expensive than the competition, and she did provide higher quality. She knew I liked my shorts lightly starched, and she was a tailor, so she could take a new suit I'd buy off the rack and could make it look very nice on me.
But more than all that, the reason I kept going back was because she was very pretty, with a great figure and a nice smile.
In my opinion, she was a VFA (Very Fuckable Asian) and I just knew it would be a nice ride if I ever got the opportunity. Which was my goal.
Her eyes were bright, and she was always reaching out, touching my hand or on the back so I knew there was something clicking between us.
Her name was Ari.
Once a week I would drop off and pick up my suits, ties, pants, and shirts.
I'd usually come in towards the end of her week, mid to late afternoon on Saturday.
If I missed a Saturday she would ask where I had been, and I always told her a business trip. Meaning, up at my place in the mountains. Fucking the daylights out of a hot female.
For many months her husband was there too, he was a nice guy, very friendly and we'd talk a bit.
But I found out later she wasn't married.
She was divorced, no kids.
I'd been speaking to her brother, and he moved back to Korea to be with their aging parents as he was the oldest son.
I found this out when I just came out and asked her why I didn't see her husband anymore.
Ari burst out laughing and said it was her brother, that she used to be married by no more.
All this time we'd exchange pleasantries and have brief conversations, but I noticed she was now often alone in the store.
I knew she enjoyed my company because her face lit up when I came through the door.
My plan was to invest some time in seeing if I could get something going. No time like the present, right?
As I was dropping off and picking up my dry cleaning one Saturday afternoon, I said to Ari, "You look tired."
She said she was, it had been a long week.
I asked her "Do your feet and back hurt?" and she looked up in surprise at me asking, "How did you know?"
I replied "You have a retail business; you are on your feet most of the time standing on concrete and you work long hours every day. No wonder your back and legs hurt. And your neck and shoulders probably do too."
I think she was genuinely taken back that someone she hardly knew would be so insightful and considerate about her as a person.
I reached into my wallet, took out my credit card to pay her and after I paid the bill, handed her my masseuse business card.
Smiling, she said "What is this, I thought you were a businessman?"
I replied that I was, but that I also gave massages and if she was interested, I would give her one to help her back and feet if she wanted.
I did not expect her to say yes, I just wanted to plant the seed in her mind.
She thanked me and tucked the card into her purse.
I wished her a nice weekend and said goodbye.
To my surprise, I got a text from her about 30 minutes later, asking me if I could give her a massage later that afternoon after she closed the store.
I had a long week at work, but the prospect of new pussy got me reinvigorated.
The kind of pussy I had been thinking about.
A chance to stain my clean sheets after making some deposits in some strange.
I replied in a few minutes saying yes, I was all set up at my home and could accommodate her any time after 6pm.
We exchanged a few more text messages, with my address and all that, and I also told her she would benefit from being in the hot tub before the massage, so she needed to bring a bathing suit.
When I hit send, I wasn't sure she would go through with it, but she replied with a happy face.
Then I sent a text saying that I was going to order some food in for dinner and what did she like?
She replied with the name of her favorite restaurant in town (it was one of mine too) and she told me what she wanted.
My next text was beer or wine and I heard back Chardonnay.
Any label in particular?
La Crema.
I had some in my wine rack and I transferred four bottles to the fridge. And I loaded up on champagne too.
For insurance, I popped a 100mg Viagra.
I knew enough about alcohol and Asian women to know they can't handle their liquor very well, so I figured I really had a chance to poke her if she drank enough.
Ari arrived just before 7pm, and she told me she had quickly gone home, changed into summer clothes and grabbed a swimsuit.
After a tour of the house, which she said impressed her, we went to the backyard for an early dinner.
She asked if I was married, and I told her I was single. That reassured her.
I had turned on the waterfall, so the backyard was filled with the sound of flowing water, restful and soothing.
Not knowing what kind of music Ari liked I put on some slower jazz and piped it into the yard, at a very low volume.
We ate on the patio in the shade, misters on to address the summer heat, making small talk and drinking our wine.
Ari was very animated and excited; it was as if there was a very different person having dinner with me than the lady I knew from the dry cleaners. Her English was pretty good but there were a few words and phrases she got tongue tied on.
I tutored her over the language humps, and she was often reaching out and touching my arm, a good sign.
We had a lot of eye contact and laughs. We were sitting perpendicular at a table overlooking the pool and waterfall and there was some innocent touching going on.
I kept the wine in an ice bucket with a white napkin covering the bottle.