Immersion Playground
Book #3: Flight to Paradise
Chapter 6
Kate wakes up late Friday morning, stretching and yawning as she swims out of sleep. Before last night she thought she could fuck all night and all the next day too, but Mac has shown her that if she's fucked well enough, she's not the wonder woman she thinks she is. And he'd certainly fucked her well enough. After three days and four rounds of the most intense sex she's ever experienced, she needed something she thought she'd never need, a night off from fucking.
As she stretches again, she realizes that while she needed the night off, if he were here right now, he'd be in for it. She smiles evilly, thinking of all the things she has yet to do to him. He might play it cool, like not asking to stay with her last night, the bastard, but she's pretty sure he's as hot for her as she is for him. She'd have told him no yesterday if he asked to stay because, if he'd stayed, she'd have fucked him for sure, and she really did need some time to rest. He's so fucking
big
that he's pushed her to her limits. But after good night's sleep, and nearly a full twenty-four hours without Mac shoving that luscious cock of his into her, she's ready to go another ten rounds.
As she swings her feet off the bed and sits up, she tries to remember if any man, well any man that she wanted anyway, has ever
not
asked her to stay, or to stay with her. She can't remember one before Mac, and while she'll admit it's possible it's happened before, it doesn't happen often, that's for sure. Regardless, it annoys her he didn't ask to stay for reasons she can't put her finger on.
Then she remembers the little episode in the dress shop. "Fuck," she mutters, falling backwards onto her bed, covering her eyes with her arm. Could that be the reason? She hates it when she gets all bitchy like that, but it comes out of her sometimes and she can't fucking help it.
Goddamn my parents, and their fucked-up attitudes about sex!
Kate was raised in a deeply religious family, and her mother is a notorious gossip. Growing up she constantly overheard her mother's litany about 'loose' women, which apparently covered any woman that enjoyed the company of a man. What Kate could never understand is her mother is a very pretty woman, even now in her late sixties, but she never wears makeup, and never, ever, dresses in anything even remotely revealing, short sleeve dresses with high necklines being as daring as she got.
As Kate grew up and begin to notice boys, she was constantly subjected to cautions about boys and the evils of sex, her mother even declaring on the eve of her wedding that sex is a duty and shouldn't be enjoyed. And she certainly didn't approve of her line of work, selling sex as her mother called it, when she joyfully announced her first paying gig as a model.
Her marriage hadn't gone anywhere, not for any particular reason other than she and Bob had just drifted apart, but finally free to enjoy herself, she'd discovered the sexual creature that lived within her, and has since reveled in the freedom to enjoy the company of men.
Unfortunately, her new found attitude has estranged her from her family and she hasn't spoken to her mother or father in nearly ten years. It's not like she'll sleep with just anyone. She's choosy about her lovers, but she refuses to live like a recluse just because of her parents stupid and outdated ideas about sex.
However, every now and again her mother's voice pops up and bites her in the ass, like yesterday, when Mac offered to buy the dress. She knows just because he offered to buy her a dress, that didn't make her a kept woman, but when her mother's voice speaks like that, it always catches her off guard and she ends up saying or doing something she regrets later.
She sits up again, chewing on her lower lip, caught in a dilemma. She wants to ping Mac and make sure everything's okay. She really did want him to ping her today, and fuck her tonight, but at the same time, she didn't want to come across as some clingy needy woman that needs a man to fulfill her. Then she remembers his comment about leaving town and she frowns.
Shit! I should have just had him stay last night since it was going to be our last chance to fuck, at least for a while.
She debates what to do for a moment and then decides he's a big boy, and the little tiff they had wouldn't be enough to put him off. Especially since she specifically told him to ping her, and he indicated he would. She'd just wait and see what happens. Since the impetus was on Mac, that leaves the day open for other activities, like lunch with Charlie. Before she can ping Charlie, a ping arrives from Mac. Kate smiles in relief as she accepts the ping.
"Good morning, Mac. Sleep well?"
"Not as well as I had the previous two nights," he says, his voice full of mischievousness. "You?"
She smiles to herself. "Same here."
"Listen, Kate, I'll be flying out later today, going home, and I was... uh... wondering if you'd like to go with me. Spend the weekend with me in Paradise."
"Paradise, huh? Is that a place or a state of being?" she asks, needling him.
He accepts her good natured ribbing. "It's where I live. Paradise, California. But we can work on the other if you like."
She giggles again. He's a cheeky bastard, that much is certain. "And where is Paradise, Mr. McMillan?"
"It's in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, about five-hundred miles from here."
"That's a little far for a weekend drive, isn't it?" she asks, her voice no longer teasing. "I have a gig on Tuesday, so I don't think I'll be able to make it, but thanks for asking."
"Before you say no, I have a plane. We can fly up this afternoon, and I'll fly you back on Monday."
"You have a plane?" she asks as she breaks into a grin. He's just full of surprises. "You're a pilot too?"
"Yep. Multi-engine, instrument rated."
"I don't know exactly what that means, but it sounds impressive. Can I think about it?"
"Of course, but don't take too long. I'm planning on leaving no later than two. I can fly at night, but landing in a lake, at night, takes more balls than I've got."
"Wait! What? Landing in a lake? What?" she splutters.
He laughs. "If you come with me, you'll see."
She thinks about it for a moment. "Okay. I'll let you know by one. Is that okay?"
"That'll be fine, but if I don't hear from you, I'll be gear up by three."
"I'll let you know by one if I'm going or not, but even if I can't make it, thanks for asking. It's not every girl that gets asked to take a flight to paradise," she says, her voice soft and sincere.
"It's not just every girl I offer to fly to paradise either," he says with a chuckle, and he means it. Kate will be only the third woman he's invited to his home, the first after so short of a time. "Listen, I have to get ready for my appointment, but I'm looking forward to getting out of the rat race that's LA, and I'd like you to go with me."
She smiles. She's a city girl, born and raised in Los Angeles, but even she gets tired of the 'rat race,' as he calls it. "I'd like too, but let me make sure of my schedule first. You won't mind flying me back after just a couple of days?"
"Not at all. Flying is my second favorite pastime."
