Chapter One
Her breasts glistened as the sun light beamed upon them. Tan, and supple, she was proud of her double D's, which still resembled her years of youth. Thirty-nine was a tough age for Remy MacIntyre. She still felt young and sexy, but nearing forty left her with a sense of questionable confidence. Sex was her healer, and thank God for her new husband, whom never minded providing her with such favors. Their sex life was unheard of for most couples out there in the city of LA, but she hit the jackpot.
To grow up in Chino was difficult during her teenage years. She met a man, whom she thought was the love of her life, her senior year and married right after graduation. Deceit and abuse was all that was provided to her within that relationship. As the years passed, she transcended from one fling to the next. No relationship ever made it past the three year mark before one of them broke it off. But, Tyler seemed different. He was three years younger than her and had more accomplished in his life than most men she's ever known. His house was over 4,000 square feet with a beautiful in ground pool, which she chose to lounge in every waking moment of the summer. She was a writer and loved to spend her days of character and blot building by the pool in her tight bikini. For thirty-nine her body was fit and sexy. Younger men thought she was almost ten years younger; another confidence booster she loved to feed off of.
Tyler was a defense lawyer and was working his ass of on some big case most days and nights, so she was alone. But, she always had her toys to provide her pleasure. Nothing comparable to that of her husband of course, but close enough to get her off.
As her eyes lay quiet and still, she felt relaxed and comforted by the sun's glorious warmth upon her body. Puddles of sweat laced her silky skin to show it strength upon her body. Silence flowed through the backyard like a violin. The only noise present was the soft, whisp of the pool's water, a bird chirping in the tree outside of the fence, and her keyboard typing away at her next sexy novel. She breathed in deep the fresh air, and enjoyment of being alone, just as her cell rang. Her publisher's ring tone played momentarily before the slim device made love to ear.
"Remy! Are you there, darling? Hello-" Monique screamed, muffled on the other line.
Remy huffed at the pain her ear endeared from her publisher's lack of audible range.
"Hi, Monique. I'm here, but I can barely understand you," she blocked her other ear with her hand as she tried to make sense of her tone.
"Remy, I must have your first draft! What are you waiting for? Are you ok, hunnie? How's your sex life? Are you lacking material? I know it's already been six months together, the sex life can be gone already-" her voice still loud and disturbed from the presence of background noise.
"Where are you?" she questioned.
"Where am I? That's all you have to say after all those questions, my hear?"
"No, but I can barely hear you. Oh, and no..I have not lost material. Yes, I still have a sex life, even after six months, and you will have it by Monday...as long as you let me get to it," she insisted, a smirk in her voice.
"Ok, darling, and I'm on way for a wax. It's getting a little prickly down there, and I must have it silky smooth before my date tomorrow night. I'll see you Monday. Ta, ta!" The dial tone went dead, Remy left flabbergasted from their conversation.
That was weird. Alright back to work. "He made his way to the bedroom where she laid naked awaiting his touch. He walked in on her massaging her clit..."
"Shit. I have nothing. I need some inspiration." She laid her head back upon the fabric lawn chair and started to slowly move her fingertips from her breasts to her midriff. "Who needs a man." Gently, her bikini bottoms made their way to her knees, and her finger tips massaged her own clit. Her head arched back from the sensation of her doing. They moved lower between her lips and into her wet self. She licked her lips as her body built up and tingled. Moments of self-pleasure where just about to allow her to release to full ecstasy.
"Come on sexy, let's go to the bedroom. I wanna see what's beneath those clothes," a young man's voice said from within the house.
