New possibilities. New adventures. New horizons. And Pleasure. If you like this story, please give me a vote and a comment! Enjoy.
Dawdling around my house, I picked up some things including my Martin 00-18 guitar, my Apple laptop and a sketch pad. Finally, after wasting more time, we left to go back to Sarasota. Only then did I realize, I should have brought some watercolor painting stuff. Ah, whatever. Tracy wanted to go past the spa location again so I turned around and headed toward Longboat Key. It was late in the day so I asked her if she was hungry.
"Yeah, a little."
"I have just the place." On Longboat Key, I pulled into Euphemia Haye, a special little restaurant. The Loft was open for a late lunch. She ordered a Hummus plate while I ordered Smoked Salmon on Buckwheat Pancakes. Naturally, we shared. Then we shared a very large shrimp roll. We washed it down with an Oregon Pinot Noir. I went off to the bathroom. She covered the tab.
Back in the car, I noticed that Tracy started to act quiet and remote. "Tracy, what's wrong? You got so quiet."
"I was thinking about how I insulted you yesterday. I thought about it all night. Ray, I'm really sorry. Don't hold it against me."
"Tracy, let me give you a little perspective. To begin with, I won't hold it against you. I hold it against all women. First of all, all the women I've ever known had a secret bitch-switch. They can turn it on and off at a moment's notice. You have one, too. I saw it. The thing is, a women who turns her bitch-switch on a lot won't keep that man long before he splits. Or, she will cuckold him, which he might like but I'm not into that guy. That's not me. I don't know you long enough to time your bitch-switch. So I don't know. All I can say is, you be nice to me and I will be nice to you. That's a promise."
"Wow. A bitch-switch! That's a new one on me. I'll have to think about that. A bitch-switch, huh... I know what you mean. Sometimes, when I am conducting business with a man and he is too interested in my breasts or he is not doing what I want him to do or maybe, he gave me a smartass answer, I puff up my chest and flip the switch. I can visualize myself doing that. It has always been effective. I will be more aware of flipping the switch in my personal life. It makes me wonder just how many times I've done that before. Maybe, that is what chased men away."
"Maybe. But maybe it's because you have big brass balls and you're good at swinging them around. It frightens the hell out of men. You're an alpha. Personally, I find that a good thing. I like a confident woman, self-assured and direct. A woman who knows what she wants and how to get it. An alpha with a sweet and tasty snatch is a winner, in my book. Be all you can be."
"So, you like this tasty snatch, do?" She placed my hand over her mons.
"Yeah, I do. I like the rest of the package, too."
"Well, now we're in agreement. I like your snatch, too." She squeezed my cock.
"This unfortunately ends here because we are pulling into the site."
We got out and walked around a bit until my erection subsided. We met the construction crew head who waved us into the trailer. The Project Manager, Terence Malloy waved us in. Tracy introduced herself and he immediately understood the connection. He turned to talk to me and handed me a flashdrive.
"Basically, here is the layout of the property. The company wants to do a reset and convert into a spa and wellness facility. We will have new plans in the next week or two."
"Don't tell me, tell her." I said sharply.
I could tell that Tracy was annoyed. She glanced at me with a fire in her eyes. I knew the bitch-switch was flipped. Now, I had a front row seat. "I am your contact here." She gave him her card. "You'll talk to me or my boss about everything." She had a very stern tone of voice.
Malloy, a heavy man of about fifty, didn't care for Tracy's attitude and looked at her demeaningly. "So, what do
you
want?"
That was it. Here it comes. "I came here to look at the plans. I also came to meet you. I'm glad I did before I replace you. Thanks for your hospitality and lack of grace." Classy but mean. Everything came to a stop. She turned around, took the flashdrive from me and walked out of the trailer. I walked out behind her but I turned to see the man with his mouth hanging open.
We walked back to the car. "So, did that work for you?"
"Oh, yes indeed. Just don't you ever do that to me or I will have to spank you." I mock glowered at her.
"Ooooh!" She squealed. "Now I have something to look forward to!" I slapped her ass toward the car. At that moment, Malloy came running out of the trailer hailing Tracy.
She turned around. She had a stern visage. "Yes?"
"Look, I want to apologize. I'm sorry. Before you came, I was on the phone with a dozen problems developing and I was uptight. I apologize, I didn't mean to offend you. Really. Whatever you need, just call me. Please?"
She thought for a moment. Actually, she took her time. "Thank you. I don't often receive apologies. I'll ignore this, okay? I'll call you during the week, Terence." Silently, I approved, not that my opinion mattered. We got back into the car and drove to the apartment.
"So, what can we do now?" she asked.
"I'm feeling like I need some exercise. Want to play pickleball?"
"Gee, that's interesting. Sure! But first I have to change. Do you?"
"No, I'm wearing shorts, a tee and a thong. I'm good."
We pulled in and went upstairs. First, Tracy uploaded the flashdrive to her computer. Then, she sent the files to Jess while they FaceTimed. I was hanging around the apartment plucking my guitar for about a half hour before Tracy appeared. She looked ridiculously good. She wore a little white tennis dress, red panties and a red and white shirt. And, oh, those tits!
"You didn't have to look so good, you know. But I'm glad you did. You look beautiful." I smacked her ass. Then I squeezed it.
"You play that guitar great. I could hear it in the bedroom. Will you play a little concert for me sometime?"
"With pleasure. No cheap seats." I put the guitar into it's case.
The park was fairly deserted due to the intense August heat. We found a covered court shaded by a grove of trees but it was still plenty hot and the air was thick with humidity. "Do you need a lesson to learn the rules?"
"No, I've played a little. I'm better at tennis."
"As am I. This should be a good game."
Naturally, Jeff's car had paddles and balls in the trunk. As we hit the court, she was already volleying. I found her to be good. I discovered that she had mastered the dink shot. With a wrist curl and a backhand, I showed her that I wasn't impressed. After forty-five minutes of volleying, a group came onto the court and said that their league had the court reserved. As Tracy and I walked back to the car, she said that she was glad our game ended.
"It occurred to me while we were playing that I didn't want to compete against you. I was happy just to volley. I'd rather play doubles with you."
"You mean, where we're on the same side?"
"Exactly."
"I like that."
She sniffed and sneezed. "Oh, dear. We stink. We should have gone to the locker room showers."
"Actually, I like the smell of our sweat. And you still look beautiful. How do you do that?"
She was stripping as we rode the elevator. She was clad in her red panties as we walked into the apartment. She took my hand and led me to the Master Suite. We walked into the bathroom with its huge shower stall and she stripped off her panties. She placed them under my nose, "Here. You like that?"
"I love it." I took the panties from her and placed them over my head so the crotch was over my nose and mouth. I looked like a fifties sci-fi film monster. She laughed and walked into the stall. She pulled the panties off my head and washed them. While she was doing that, I was soaping her bum. She moved against my chest and leaned back. We stood under the waterfall showerhead and between the six jets conveniently aimed at our good parts. My piece sat between her ass cheeks and slid around as I soaped her body.
She turned and pointed to the five-foot long teak bench and told me to sit down. Then she lined me up and sat down on my hard cock. She leaned back against me. I kissed her neck. My hands squeezed, caressed and kneaded her breasts. She was just using the muscles in her cunt and ass to rock my cock. The shower rained down on us. She got up and turned around.
"Fuck me hard, Ray. Hard so I know I was fucked. Cum in me. Cum all over me." I began to slowly pull out only to sink back as deep as I could get. She gasped each drive in slid in. I did that several times until I slid it hard and fast. "Oh, yeah," she moaned. I did that several times and each time she moaned.
She leaned down and began to kiss me in a way that seemed different, unlike her other delicious kisses. Don't get me wrong, these kisses were great. They seemed deeper, though, than her previous kisses. I think I was meeting her kisses with a similar intensity. This felt extremely erotic. There was a deep connection occurring.
I felt my orgasm coming on but I wanted to delay it. I picked her up and backed her against a wall. She wrapped her legs around my hips and we started to vigorously swing in and out. Our lips never separated, Our tongues entwined. Fortunately, we had backed up to a pulsing jet that was perfectly aimed at our crotches. From our assholes to my balls, the warm pulsing water made us bang each other harder. She began to vibrate and shake, her orgasm was coming on strong. She bucked against me, moaning and panting, "ah, ah, ah."
As she peaked, she screamed, "uuuuuuuuugh", pushing me in. I could hardly stand as I began to shoot. We were slowly falling as we were cumming. As we fell to the floor, my dick pushed in further and she let out two loud queefs and a long groan. We lay on the tiled floor as the water cascaded down. We both felt very satisfied. Suddenly, she got up and turned me over. With her legs astride my waist, she began to pee all over me. The warm spray ran over my legs, my cock, my stomach and my chest. I began to laugh and she joined in.
"That's a new one for me!"
"Yes, me, too. I seem to be ticking off my wish list."
"Wait. I have something for you." I stood up, grabbed her by the ass and pulled her into me. I placed her hand around my cock and began to pee down her stomach, her pussy and her legs.
"Ooooh. Your cock feels so warm. I can feel your piss moving through it. So warm."
After I relieved myself, we showered down. We were quiet as we toweled ourselves. She took my hand and let me to her bed. There, we snuggled.
"How would you describe the sex we just had?" she said. "Because I would say it was 'torrid'."
"Yes, I would agree. It was kinky, too. But there was another element to it. It was deep and soulful, like we care for each other. I found it very soothing."
