Proclivities XVI: Whose Revenge Was It?
"Ahh...this is so nice," I cooed at George. "What a spectacular view. Thanks so much for arranging this weekend. I needed it."
In nothing but our Four Seasons robes and sunglasses, we sat in the shade at a bistro table on our room balcony, enjoying our simple breakfast of juice, blueberry muffins and coffee, savoring the view of Baltimore harbor. Even though it was only a little past eight, the air foretold hot and humid.
"You're welcome, but I needed it too. And, well, the company is even more spectacular."
"You're not so bad yourself, and I must admit our little passion play - to use the term inappropriately - last night was so much fun."
"That it was. I'm sure you got a few tongues wagging in the restaurant."
"Scandalous!" I imitated, my hand covering an overwrought heart. "Did you see how she's dressed? Schoolgirl outfits are so inappropriate here!"
"And you played the part impeccably, although Jillian saw through our charade," George replied, amused.
"Yeah, that was a complete surprise and really cool that she could share in it. But you, or should I say, the Professor, surprised me too."
"Oh? Do tell...Miss Huggins."
"When I interviewed you and you said your fantasy was to teach women to enjoy anal sex. It was delightful pretending to be a novice, although I admit I could only maintain that role for so long."
"You were flawless, although I'd wager that not even Jillian's mind went that far."
"Who knows?"
"True," he replied in contemplation, while I wondered where his mind might be wandering.
"But speaking of Jillian, can I see the photos she took of us?"
George lifted his phone from the table, and after a few taps, handed it to me. "Here you go."
"Hmm, I didn't notice it last might, but you've got that 'I can't wait to get her upstairs and fuck her brains out' look."
"Guilty as charged, but it was all your fault."
"Good. That's what I was going for," I said with a widening grin as I scrolled through the photos of research documentation he'd taken for our mutual entertainment. "I really did play the schoolgirl part well, but, damn, you made my ass red!"
"Is that a complaint?"
"Hardly, but now I understand what my mom...never mind, I shouldn't have said that."
"What?"
"Like I said, forget it!" I said more harshly than I'd intended.
Shit! Sorry, mom.
"This wouldn't have anything to do with that pow-wow you had with her the first time we went to your parents' for dinner?"
"I've already said too much," I pleaded, but I'm sure my expression provided confirmation.
"Okay," he replied, raising his hands in surrender. "My lips are sealed."
Yeah, they may be sealed, but there was no hiding the grin.
"I should probably call her sometime today," I stated flatly.
"For confession?" He was still grinning.
"Fuck no, asshole," I replied, feigning irritation. "She knew we were coming here and, given her worrywart nature, I should just let her know everything is okay. Well, better than okay, but you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I do. No need to explain."
"So, what're our plans for today?" I asked, eager to change the subject.
"Oh...right," he said, snapping back to reality. "First, we'll go to the National Aquarium followed by lunch at a restaurant that overlooks the water. I made a reservation for one o'clock. The aquarium opens at nine, so we'll have plenty of time to wander through."
"That sounds lovely. What about this afternoon?"
"I'd figured it would be a typically sticky August afternoon, so I booked a cabana by the pool. Taking a swim and sipping cocktails seems ideal."
"That it does, but I sense an ulterior motive - getting me out in public in my bikini."
"Posterior motive, more like," he joked. "Is that a problem?"
I guffawed at his remark. "That's just one of the things I love about you, George Richter. You can always make me laugh...but, no, it's not a problem...Just one question. What are
you
going to wear?"
"That tight black one you like so much...only seems fair. And I love you too," he concluded, gently stroking the back of my hand.
"Perfect."
George smiled conspiratorially tapped my cup with his, "Here's to being scandalous."
"You're so bad," I chided, slapping his free hand.
"Don't you mean, we?" he countered, the joy never leaving his face.
"Yeah, we do bring out the best in each other. Or is it worst?"
"Why not both? Either way, I've never been so happy in my life and there's no quibbling over that."
"You'll get no argument from me."
"So, had enough breakfast?" he asked, and I nodded. "In that case, why don't we get dressed and head over to the aquarium?"
"Sounds good."
Fifteen minutes later, I stood at the window, dressed in a bright red elasticized camisole accompanied by a white double layered flimsy crepe skirt and white sandals, mindlessly gazing at the harbor, and waiting for George to finish brushing his teeth.
"Ready?" he asked as he reappeared in a white polo, navy shorts and black fabric sneakers. But before I could answer, he quickly added, "You know, in the backlight from the window, the silhouette below your waist is obvious."
"How obvious?"
"Just the outline. I mean, I know you're not wearing panties, but no one else could be sure one way or another. It's sexy as hell, but I did promise you when we first met that I'd never make you uncomfortable in public. So, if you want to change, I'd understand."
"And spoil the fun? It sounds perfect to me, but thanks for asking and remembering your promise."
"Anytime. So, let's go...you sexy bitch."
"Charmer!"
I grabbed the pink Yankees cap he'd given me - assuredly an affront to the locals - and sunglasses, my thin purse strap running diagonally across my chest.
Our excursion was delightful in so many ways. Walking around the streets hand in hand, multiple glances turned our way, but it wasn't just me getting eyed. A few women gave George a once-over. Okay, maybe it was more than a few. I couldn't blame them, handsome as he is, and I'm quite sure he's been working out more vigorously since our confrontation with the Rizzo brothers.
The coolness of the aquarium was a welcome change, but moreover, gazing at languidly moving fish in their illuminated tanks while we remained in semi-darkness was calming. His arm around my waist and occasional light kisses didn't hurt either, neither did the cool air wafting under my skirt nor contemplating that the fish weren't the only exhibition.
Afterwards, for lunch, we both had crab cakes sandwiches - we'd discovered our mutual weakness for them only a couple of days after we met. It felt good to walk them off on the way back to the hotel, but, given the sticky weather, by the time we arrived, I was ready for a swim. How did he know that would precisely fit my mood and how does he do that so often? I mulled it over...and got all squishy inside.
With both of us eager for a dip in the pool, we'd changed into our bathing suits in short order.
"Hot damn!" George exclaimed. "Don't take this the wrong way...I mean you've always looked great in that purple bikini, but...how can I say it without coming off as a jerk...those training classes have paid off. You look...I don't know...buff? Not that you weren't hot..."
"You're so cute when you get flustered, but thanks. I know your heart's in the right place, even if your mind went in the ditch."
I looked at my tummy. Yeah, it was a bit flatter than it was a month ago. I eyed George a head to toe. Same polo as this morning, but his shorts were exchanged for his tight black bathing suit that gripped his toned thighs and butt, leaving no doubt he dressed left.
"And not just me," I added, "I could say the same about you...studly."
"Thanks, and I'll simply keep it at that. You ready to hit the pool?"
"Just let me grab my cover-up and sandals. Do we need to bring towels?"
"Nope. The hotel provides them. Maybe I should put some shorts over this."
"Coward!"
"Just til we get to the pool. Don't want to upset the management."
"I can live with that. I don't want to be the only one being...risqué."
"Kind of our objective for the weekend, wouldn't you say?"
"I'd say you're meeting expectations."
"Oh, so it's a job review now."
"In that case, consistently exceeds expectations."
"Let's put that to the test, then, shall we?" George concluded as he slipped on a pair of khaki cargo shorts and loaded them with his wallet, room card and phone, while I slipped into my sandals and cover-up - a diaphanous black robe that fell a few inches below my ass - and grabbed my purse.
My heart thumped as we rode down the elevator. I'd never flown solo in the bikini in front of anyone except George, so I was relieved that the pool was on the second floor, avoiding a parade through the lobby.
Unexpectedly, at least to me, there was a hostess station at the entry to the pool area. I suppose that since George had reserved a cabana, someone would have to maintain order, but, then again, I'd never stayed at a place like this before, so novelty was the norm.
Although it was a short walk across the pool deck, the sun was blazing, and the cabana provided shade, a welcome sight. The hostess deposited two towels on a coffee table and, before departing, advised that a waitress would be over shortly. We stripped down to our suits and reclined on two chaises on which George had spread the towels. Mercifully, no one paid us much heed, as I still had butterflies over my bikini. A quick survey of the other guests eased my mind as several women had bikinis as well, some with thongs.
"Oh, this is decadent," I said as I drank in the view of the infinity pool, its edge merging with the harbor beyond it, while daggers of reflected light taxed my sunglasses. "Mind you, I'm not complaining," I added turning my head towards him.
"That's a relief. Afterall, I did promise an extravagant weekend," he returned with a broad grin.
"Good after...noon," a woman's voice said haltingly as we both pivoted our heads.
"Jillian!" George delighted. "What a pleasure to see you again, but my oh my, aren't you the busy bee."
Jillian certainly did justice to her tight black shorts and white polo emblazoned with the hotel logo.
"Thanks. It's not as bad as it seems. I only work at The Bygone on Thursday nights. Then afternoons at the pool on weekends so I have my nights free. The rest of the week, I have school. And nice to see you again too," she replied, then added in a whisper, "Professor Richter and Miss Huggins."
After exchanging conspiratorial grins, I replied, "Please, today we're just George and Linda, but I can see the wisdom in that. I remember trying to balance work and school."
"Thanks. A girl's gotta have some fun."
"Excellent philosophy," George said, casting a quick glance at me.
"So," Jillian continued with a knowing grin, "Can I get you anything to eat or drink?"
"We just had lunch, so no food, thanks, but did I see that you have Bellinis as a drink special?"
"Yes, we do."
"Oh, Linda, you have to have one," he said.
"What is it?" I asked.
