This is a continuation of my series of stories about the Countess. While each story can stand on its own you might want to read the first installment called
Dreaming in the Shower
where I introduced the characters.
The sun was up with blinding light on the beach sand. Having gone through Mexican customs at the US Mexican boarder I finally cleared Tijuana, and we were passed Ensenada. I turned off of Highway One and headed toward the beach. Sara was sitting beside me in the front seat of the SUV. Sometimes trying to distract me other times napping.
A month and a half passed since the big announcement she and her colleague made suing many Hollywood notables for sexual harassment. Sara was called home to Britain on a family matter. I picked her up in San Diego when she returned. We spent the night and left the next morning. My cock was still feeling abused from the night before.
"Do you really know where you are going?" Sara said as she popped up from her nap after the car passed over a large pothole.
"Darling I have been here a lot of times yes I know where I am going."
"I like it better when I am in control."
Relax we are almost there," I said trying to reassure her.
My agent John Carbino built a large beach house south of Ensenada. He lends it to his clients if they need a place to work on projects; or in my case if I needed a place away from LA. The house comes with a full staff and I picked up the cost of the food and beverage we used. I also arranged for a few activities. This was the last chance for Sara and I to be together before our work schedules got crazy.
Sara Solsbery was controversial, but things passed. I still got calls and I have two projects on my books in the future. The first project was my friend Bret's series about women code breakers during WWII. I was named a producer on one of the segments. The other was editing a large budget adventure movie that was set to start in late 2020. I would not need to dip into savings for a while. Sara told me that her cases should be heating up now that they were in the discovery phase. Together time would be at a premium. In the distance there was a large building on stilts which was our destination. Sara propped her head up.
"Is that where we are going?"
"Yes, we are finally here."
"You know we could have gone back to the ranch or the vineyard," said Sara a little nervous about the place.
We pulled up to the entrance and I scanned the building it was a large poured in place concrete building from the inside it would remind you of the MC Escher drawing of the building with stairs. We were startled when the doors to the SUV opened and people were assisting us out of the car. A woman about ten to fifteen years older stepped out of the door and walked up to me.
"Senor Rogers a pleasure to see you again," said the woman.
Senora Martinez it is always great to see you." Sara moved beside me; "Let me introduce my friend Her Grace the Countess of Redding Sara Solsbery."
Your Grace is most welcome, any friend of Senor Rogers is a friend of mine. Come let us get inside I have refreshments for you after your long drive.
I handed my key to one of the attendants and we walked up some stairs to the main level of the house. The interior of the house contrasted with the exterior house it was filled with wood floors and wood accents throughout. The great room overlooked an infinity pool that looked over to the beach.
A young woman walked up next to the Senora "Would the Countess like to freshen up?"
Sara agreed and the Senora gave instructions in Spanish to the young woman and Sara followed her down the hall. I walked into the great room and sat on one of the couches waiting for Sara to return. One of the young men brought a cold margarita and a bowl of chips and salsa. I was munching on those when I looked up and saw a woman in a sheer metallic one-piece swim suit walk on the deck and jump into the pool. My mind was cast almost a year and a half ago seeing Sara in the same suit. Sara got out of the pool. The suit was almost transparent Remembering the first time I ever saw Sara. She moved over to a lounge chair under an umbrella and sat down. She took the straps of her swim suit down exposing her breasts.
I walked out and stood beside her. One of the servants brought a pitcher of Margaritas and two glasses and set them down on the table between two lounges.
"So, you decided to take a swim?"
"I couldn't wait, I had to try the pool," said Sara.
"I thought I was on the island a year almost two years ago, you are as beautiful now as you were then," I said leaning over to kiss her.
"Thank you for bringing me here darling," she said as I sat next to her.
"Thank you for coming."
We waited for the young woman to pour the drinks into the glasses. Just before she left, I asked for chips and salsa. The woman indicated that they would be coming soon.
"See if you had come up to my shelter on the island, we would not have had to go through the minuet that we did that evening and you and I would have gotten in some sex before dinner."
"I am sorry Your Grace but that is the way I am."
"I know and that is what I like about you."
We continued talking and looking over the pool toward the Pacific. Sara was dry and decided to dive into the pool again. After swimming one lap she pulled herself out and I watched the water fall off of her body. She again dropped her suit straps exposing her breasts. I think she was just trying to tempt me, but I remained calm. I thought that she was the most beautiful woman I ever knew.
"What are you afraid of Mr. Rogers? You look like you want to take me right now?" asked Sara.
"I'm not afraid of anything, but I would rather make love in our room."
Sara reached over and grabbed my cock through my pants. "Just checking. I was wondering if the three-week layoff effected your fitness for duty?"
"If anything, it has increased my desire for you."
One of the Female staff approached and in Spanish asked if Sara wanted to get ready for dinner. Sara took one more sip of her cocktail, rose and followed the woman back to the house.
"She is a beautiful woman Si?" said Senora Martinez, who walked up to where we were sitting..
"Si Senora muy hermosa."
"Senior Rogers please follow me, and I will show you where you can get ready for dinner."
I got up and followed Senora Martinez. We entered the house and went up a flight of stairs. She pointed to a door and went though. In the background I heard a shower going and took my clothes off. I entered the shower and started to soap down. Again, I remembered the first time that I saw Sara. I remembered watching the sand wash off my body and down the drain. I stepped out of the shower and began to towel off. I walked into the dressing room and was surprised to see Sara sipping a martini. I had the towel around my middle hiding my quickly hardening cock.
"There is one on the table for you, and they are almost as good as yours." She said after she took another sip.
I grabbed another towel and hung it over my shoulders.
"Were you going to watch me dress?"
"Darling, I was thinking about it, but I will leave you alone."
Sara rose, walked over to where I was standing, kissed me and reached under the towel and inspected my equipment with her hand.
"Just checking, Darling. Be quick Dinner is in a half hour," she said as she walked out of the door.
Laid out on a table was the same clothes that I wore when I met Sara. She must have had something to do with the selection. I quickly dressed and sipped the cocktail. I checked my appearance in the mirror before I left. Sara was beautiful, but I was not, and I was still wondering what she saw in me.
I drove the self-doubts away by thinking about having sex with her later. Dinner was next on the agenda, and I followed the smells to the dinning room. Sara was sitting in the great room sipping on another Margarita.
"Darling, I am so glad that you insisted that we come here. The people are so nice."
I leaned over and kissed her. We started to tongue fuck each other were interrupted when dinner was announced.
"You will save that for later, darling?" Sara said in a commanding tone.
"Yes, Your Grace."
Sara gave me a dirty look at that comment. We walked into the dining room. I was in the room before but did not remember of the color scheme. The walls were painted a very deep red with white trim. On the walls were scenes of the ocean and paintings of cattle. There was a modern chandelier in the center of the room with the dining table centered underneath it. The lights were dim but adequate to see the dishes as they came out of the kitchen.
I finally concentrated on what Sara was wearing; it was a "jump suit in red. On her feet were some very sexy red shoes with a four inch heal. One of the reasons that she was able to look me in the eye. Around her neck was a large gold neckless. Sara was never this showy with jewelry before.
"Gift from an admirer?" I asked.
"It was delivered to me in London it came from an anonymous admirer. I really love it; too bad it didn't come from you," she said with a slight laugh.
The entre appeared before we could pursue the conversation. Placed before us were chicken and beef enchiladas with green and red sauce. Also, on the plate was a helping of frijoles refritos.
"Darling, would you mind taking a walk on the beach after dinner?" asked Sara.
"I can be persuaded."
From outside the dining room I heard musicians tuning. The door opened and a Mariachi trio stepped in and started to play. Luckily the did not play loud; Sara was laughing and flirting with the band members. After five songs and a hefty tip from me they left.
I guess that we will have good luck because the Mariachi visited," I said.
"You will have good luck tonight, darling. Dinner is perfect."
The entre plates were removed and a generous piece of Tres Leches cake was laid before us. I am glad that Sara suggested a walk so I could work off dinner. We slipped out quietly and walked outside around the pool. Sara slipped her shoes off and we took the stars that led to the beach. I was not wearing socks, so I also slipped out of my shoes. We started walking north and, in the distance, I could see the lights of Ensenada. The stars overhead were spectacular.
