Milo couldn't believe how fast the weekend had flown by. He had expected it to drag on. Taking photos of overweight executives in khaki shorts and polos wasn't exactly his favorite visual subject, but whatever you gotta do for a paycheck, right?
But then she showed up.
Sitting on the deck with his coffee cup, Milo rolled his head to one side, taking in the view. The mountains and lush forest in front of him were great, sure. But nothing could compare to the curving breasts and glowing skin of the naked woman reclined next to him.
He'd never felt more free to be himself with a woman. Elisha was definitely a dominant lover, but she also let him take the lead sometimes. It was an intimate, entwined, sweaty dance, always ending in intense orgasms for both parties.
The sex was amazing. Milo had lost count of the times he and Elisha had done it in the suite, on the deck, in the hot tub, against the railing of the deck ... she was not shy about exposing herself, physically and vocally.
Thank goodness for private balconies.
Milo wasn't shy about his sexuality, but he wouldn't necessarily consider himself an exhibitionist. That's something he loved about Elisha: She pushed him out of his comfort zone. Literally. At one point, she'd pushed him outside onto the balcony and commanded him to fuck her on the edge of the hot tub. The climax hit them so hard that they fell into the water, desperately trying to catch their collective breath between laughter and satisfied moans of pleasure.
The afternoon sunlight glinted off Elisha's sunglasses as she rolled to one side and sat up, emerging from her cat nap stupor. Her breasts swayed with her movements, and she smiled sleepily at Milo.
"What time is it?"
Milo tried to focus on his words instead of her exposed pussy.
"About 4. I need to drive down to the marina and shoot the company's barbecue in a few minutes. Last night of team building and all. Not that you would know," he teased.
Elisha smirked. "I had WAY better things to do. Besides, no one cares if IT shows up, anyway." She stood up and swept a leg over Milo's lap, straddling him. He was still wearing boxers; he wasn't comfortable with the full outdoor nudity concept yet. He clearly had more to learn from the unabashed woman on top of him.
He pressed his face into her breasts. "I don't want to go ..." he groaned, sliding his hands up and around Elisha's full ass and pulling her into him.
Elisha's head dropped back, and she could feel their bodies melting together. It was such a natural thing now.
Had it ever been weird?
Something between them had just clicked. And hadn't stopped clicking.
And clicking ... and clicking ...
Shaking her head, she pulled back slightly. "Nope, you've got to make that money, mister. I won't be the cause of your future bankruptcy."
Milo grunted in annoyance, but he knew she was right. This had been a good gig; the best he'd ever booked as a freelancer. But when you had a creature like this on your lap ...
