Tales From Sechs City
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welcome to Sechs City, a wealthy, middle-class costal area of Western America in the state of California. A gorgeous, quiet largely uneventful place, people move to the city to follow their dreams, to live their day-to-day lives. It's almost too perfect to be true...
The sunlight that streamed through the bedroom window when Lianne woke the next morning was so bright and so warm that for an instant she thought she had slept straight through the morning into the afternoon. She was surprised and relieved to find it was only nine o'clock when she glanced at her bedside clock.
She lay back under the sheets, wondering whether she should bother getting up for another hour or not. These morning lie-ins were beginning to agree with her, now that she wasn't been woken by Lewis' alarm clock at seven on the dot. It was a nice change.
She lay buried for as long as possible before a combination of the heat and those old familiar nerves forced her to resurface. Oliver would be here in just under two hours, and hopefully everything they had discussed over the phone would go to plan.
Feeling uncomfortably sweaty, on account of having fallen asleep still in yesterday's clothes, Lianne quickly stripped naked and tied her silk dressing gown around her. The material felt cool against her skin, almost revitalising. She giggled softly to feel her nipples already standing erect against the silk. It was obvious that her body was lustfully awaiting the feel of those muscular masculine hands all over it. Even her pussy was beginning to dampen at the thought of it – god, it was kicking off early today!
Shaking herself and feeling the rumble of a hungry stomach over an equally hungry pussy, Lianne headed downstairs towards the kitchen. It all felt unusually quiet, more so than was normal for this time in the morning. The ceiling fans were all on full blast everywhere downstairs but they seemed to be doing little to relieve the heat.
Wanda was tidying the living room, folding the sheets that Lewis may or may not have used, depending on how warm it have been down here during the night. She was dressed as sparingly smart as she could be, yet didn't look about to complain for anything. It was one of the most impressive things, Lianne always thought, about Wanda; it would have to be something huge to put her off her work.
"I slept in again, Wanda," she said by way of greeting.
Wanda smiled wryly. "That's because you had no morning breath to wake you."
Lianne laughed. "That's true. Although – and right now I hate myself for saying it – I do miss that morning breath."
"He misses yours, Mrs Smith, I can tell."
Lianne sat herself carefully on the arm of the green sofa, her long legs crossed. "I know, I know. Oh, Wanda, what am I doing? Why do I have to be so stubborn...and why did I have to marry such a stubborn man?"
Wanda held the folded sheets to her chest. She hesitated before replying, "Mrs Smith, do you really think you should be talking to me about this?"
Lianne sighed slowly. She had been trying very hard to push the words she had read the previous evening to the back of her mind or out of it all together. But now they began to ring noisily in her ear. She was seeing Elizabeth in a new light now, not necessarily a perfect one, but less negative than the one she had instantly placed around her in the beginning, the one she was ashamed to even think about now. Well, even if she still didn't quite trust her credentials, there was no harm in trying to make friends now, was there? It would be difficult, she knew that, particularly with the way she had treated the young blonde.
"Is Elizabeth awake yet, Wanda?" she asked the maid.
"She got up with Mr Smith and Jack," Wanda replied. "They all had breakfast together."
"Hmm. Did Jack cook again?"
Wanda laughed. "Not this morning, no."
"So where is she now?"
"I think I heard her asking if she could use the swimming pool this morning, miss. Mr Smith said he had no problem with this. Is it okay with you?"
Lianne got up off the arm of the sofa. "In this heat? My god, you'd have to be sadistic not to let someone cool down. I'm fine with it. Thank you, Wanda." As the maid left to begin her chores upstairs she added hurriedly, "Oh, and remember Oliver will be coming along today."
"Of course, Mrs Smith," Wanda replied. "I never forget that."
After detouring to the kitchen, where she picked up a cup of fresh coffee and some fruit as a makeshift breakfast, Lianne headed towards the indoor pool at the back of the house. As she neared the door she could hear the splash of water echoing around the walls.
The pool room was filled with yet more glorious sunshine, the blinds of the conservatory windows being wide open. The Smith's pool was small in comparison to some of the outside beauties belonging to West Avenue but it was still a decent size for a hearty swim. This was what Elizabeth currently appeared to be doing, front crawling quickly through the water and not pausing for longer than a breath on the other side. She didn't appear to notice Lianne until she had swum all the way back, the two making eye contact briefly as, again, Elizabeth rested for no more than a few seconds before pushing off the side of the pool with her legs and resuming her exercise.
Lianne made her way to one of two pool chairs that were lined up by the side of the pool, one of which already held a large white towel that she instantly recognised as one of the guest towels. She sat down and placed the coffee on the small table that rested between the two chairs, beginning to peel a tangerine casually as she watched Elizabeth swimming.
Every now and again she would glance over at the conservatory, and that thrill of hers would electrify her. It wouldn't be long to wait now, she told herself, and yet this morning felt there was a tad more guilt coming through those feelings than before.
Movement in the water caused her to shift her attention from the empty (for now) conservatory and towards Elizabeth, who was climbing the three metal steps up out of the pool. As she did so, Lianne felt herself gape slightly. The blonde was dressed in a light blue bikini with a tie-me-up top around her neck rather than shoulder straps. But the material was what really caught Lianne's interest; it looked almost like PVC, the way the sunlight and the dim indoor lighting of the pool room reflected and shone off of it. Whatever it was it was tight, and showed off Elizabeth's gorgeous figure to full extent.
As the blonde walked towards the pool chairs and Lianne, the water dripping off both her young body and her previously wavy shoulder length hair, Lianne noticed for the first time a solitary silver ball resting just above Elizabeth's belly button. It seemed a slightly odd thing to have when swimming, yet also seemed to fit with the suit perfectly. One more thing to be envious about: the 'family therapist' obviously had a good fashion sense.
"You're quite a swimmer," Lianne said as Elizabeth slowed down.
"I used to be," she replied. "When I was a little girl my mother took me swimming once a week, every week. I loved it so much, you know? The way you can just float on your back in the water and forget about everything; or the way you can slice through it and feel like you've conquered an entire ocean. That's how I felt back then. But when I was older the place we went swimming got too expensive – they were bought by a private company I think – and we never found anywhere else as good. By then I was in high school and was interested in other things, but I tried to get back into it when I was older."
She towelled herself down quickly before throwing the damp towel on the empty pool chair and sitting on top of it, pushing strands of wet blonde hair out of her face.
"You know, I've worked in a lot of places where there's been a pool; I think yours is the nicest one by far."
