Erotica/Stories

The Rest of the Masterful Weekend Getaway

This chapter is an excerpt from A Masterful Seduction by the Book, available at Smashwords.

Other chapters include:
A Masterful Seduction by the Book
Masterfully Unexpected
Masterful Surprises
A Masterful Weekend Getaway

“Get your suit on, let’s go for a swim.”

Going out for dinner was definitely what I needed to straighten out my head or maybe George just fucked with it more.

Hours ago I was just about ready to ask him to take me back home and that he not contact me again. The roller coaster ride I was on with him had me frightened one moment, floating in ecstasy the next moment, and then blissfully happy the next moment. At that particular moment when he told me to put on my suit, I couldn’t have agreed to comply with his suggestion. Or was it a command?

I would have been more than happy to walk around town and watch the buskers play music, swallow swords, and juggle, but coming back to the cottage turned out to be the best idea of all. It was just before sunset and the relative absence of boats and jet skis calmed the warm water in the shallow bay like the world’s largest soaking tub with the greatest view in the world. The sky had rich jewel tones of magenta, orange and lapis with a tangerine sun dipping into the liquid horizon to the west. A bright white almost full moon was creeping up on the horizon to the east through a glass-like blanket of midnight blue.

George and I walked out in the water to about waist deep. He bent his knees, pulled me onto his lap, and caressed my arms and shoulders as we bobbed in the water.

“This is my favorite time of day,” he said. “Not just the sunset, but the colors that linger after the sun sets for about another half hour or so.”

It was gorgeous. All this time I never really paid attention to post-sunsets. I told him I always was of the mindset that once the sun set that the show was over and it was time to walk away from the beach, a window or wherever.

“I’m not surprised to hear you say that,” he said, letting his arms slip around my torso. “Sometimes true beauty lurks in the places you never expect to find them – in the time signature of a song, in the noises you think of as peace and quiet, in the touch of a place on your body that you never expected to be pleasurable.”

One of George’s hands slipped down to the back of my ankle and slowly slipped up the back of my calf to the back of my knee where his touch drifted away in the gentle lulling of the water. I let out a sigh and fell more comfortably in his lap. He switched arms, holding me around my torso with the opposite arm so he could run his other hand up the back of my opposite leg. Instead of letting his fingertips pull away from the back of my knee, they crept up the side of my thigh, massaging it gently.

“There are many things I want to uncover for you to see and experience,” he said, slipping the bottom of my bathing suit off.

I started to lose track of what he was saying as the warm water lapped against pussy, swelling from nothing but the water touching it. I wasn’t even aware of the top of my bathing suit coming away from me to allow the water to lap at my nipples and the roundness of my breasts.

He held onto me just enough to let me float safely in the water under the darkening sky. I felt almost mindless except to hear him say, “There are many things I want to do to you and for you. There are many places I want to take you.”

“Why me?” I asked in a voice just a touch above a whisper.

His lips softly pecked up the back of my neck, along the back …