The Beginning (18 page)

Jonathan grabs my hand, pulls me up, and leads me over to the large set of double doors leading to a wrap around patio. Upon opening the doors, I look out and see a large hammock. “Wait here,” Jonathan tells me and I do, still feeling the ocean breeze rush over my naked and sex sweaty body. In an instant, he comes back with an armful of supplies. He hands me a comforter, and I throw it over the hammock to save our selves from naked rope marks. While I set up the pillows for us, Jonathan opens up a nice bottle of Chardonnay and pours two glasses. “Ok ready, hop on and you can hold the wine.” He tells me. As graceful as possible I climb on, hold our wine, and wait for him. He slides on next to me, adjusts our pillows, and takes his wine. We are lying together, naked, swaying in the breeze and smelling the salty air. It is heavenly.

“I like going to hotels with you,” I tell him.

“I like when you come to hotels with me.” As he takes my free hand, he pulls the palm up to his lips and gives me three swift kisses. This is nice, but it’s time.

“Is now a good time? To talk, I really think we need to.”

Nodding his head in agreement Jonathan says, “Yes, we do.”

“So, you are married,” I blurt out. Crap, not subtle.

“Yes, I am. However, there is more to the story than that and if you will give me a minute, I would like to tell you about my situation. “

I nod my head, “Shoot.”

“Ok, well the most important place to start is the end, I am legally separated from Alisha and I have been for almost a year. My lawyer has filed the proper papers in the court, and she was served. The problem is she won’t even discuss it, agree to any terms, or separation of assets. She has not hired a lawyer, and shredded the documents she was served. She pretends we are still happily married and I will come to my senses. She is not in love with me; she loves the money and the status. Since she won’t leave the house I built, and I don’t want to abandon it to her, we live together. I have a completely renovated downstairs office living space man cave. We have not slept in the same bed for two years, I moved down there before I filed for divorce. I work so many hours, that it didn’t really matter since I was never home.”

Jonathan looks at me, and asks, “Is that the most important thing you need to know?”

I nod my head. I feel flooded with relief learning the situation. I can handle this, married but trying to get out.

“Do you have any questions?” I do.

“So, if you are legally separated in the courts, can you date? Or is it considered adultery?” I need to understand if he is cheating with me.

“Well, yes and no. I guess people that take the vows to be a commitment until a judge officially ends the marriage, sure. However, in the eyes of most people I think it isn’t. If you are trying to leave, and not sleeping with your spouse, I think dating is considered ok. I consider it ok since I know my true intentions with regards to her.”

Gulp; here goes the second big question. I close my eyes and ask, “Are you dating then?”

“Well I guess that all depends…what do you think we are doing?”

“I have no idea. I just flew across the country to get laid. Is that dating?”

“Nice! That makes me feel like quite the stud! Do you think you will do it again? Its ok to use me for sex you know.” Laughing, Jonathan is thrilled at this thought.

“I don’t know, a sudden windfall paid for this trip.” I smiled to change the memory of how I got the money to a positive one for both of us. “Besides, how do I know if you want me to travel three thousand miles to take your innocence again.”

“No worries kitten my virtue is all yours for the taking, anytime, anywhere.” The thought of this is exciting to him and its written all over his face.

“Jonathan, I’d like to say something, out loud. “ He nodded for me to continue.

“Well, I live in New York, you live here in California. Technically, you are married, we just met, and this is all very dramatic and crazy. I have had dramatic and crazy before, and when it ended, it crushed me; it also brought me to Manhattan. So, for now, can we just continue to be this, whatever this is. No labels, no worries, and see where it leads us. Is that ok?” I have made my offer.

“That sounds like you have a story for another day. Lenox, I have to ask you something, I need to know, are you seeing anyone back in New York?”

A loud “HA” escapes me, “No, hardly, no.” I tell him. “I don’t seem to be the New Yorker’s type.”

“I find that hard to believe,” he says, “but that’s good for me. So, no drama and no crazy for Lenox. Believe me that appeals to me also, but you do understand that I want to see you when I come to New York, and I will be coming more often now.”

“I’d like that.” I tell him, and I mean it.

“Settled then. When are you due back at work?”

“Day after tomorrow.”

“Ok great I get you for two more days. Would you like to spend those with me here?”

“Yes, very much. Did you pack enough for me?”

“I did, but it’s easy to get more. I can have anything you want or need here in an hour.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, I have people.”

“Am I one of your people?”

“No, you are much more special than that.” Jonathan takes my chin and turns it to him, and gives me a long, sweet kiss.

We nap in the hammock, tangled up in each other, sated from our sex and our talk. We are lulled into sleep by the salty sea breeze washing over us. As the sun starts to go down, it gets chilly and the cold awakens us, forcing our naked bodies back inside. I run the shower to warm us up and the twin rainforest showerheads offer us a dense steamy mist to heat us up. We stand under the spray shivering, and Jonathan wraps his arms around me. “Can I wash you this time?” I ask him, and he nods. I am anxious to run my soapy hands over his hard body, but grab the shampoo first to lather his hair. “Bend down,” I tell him and he points to a tiled bench built into the shower wall. Carefully I climb up on the step to have full access to his head, and I run my hands through his soft, wavy hair to lather it up. I run it clean and add some conditioner, combing it through with my fingers. Brushing it off his forehead, it looks even darker wet, and looks so sexy slicked back. Naked and wet is a good look on him. I step down, to pick up the facial soap and gently clean his striking face. Softly I run over his eyes, down his nose, around his mouth and up to his ears. Jonathan keeps his eyes closed the entire time, but makes silly faces as I move my fingers. “Stop it, or I won’t wash the rest of your body” I threaten. He takes me seriously and stays still. The last thing I do is take a little conditioner and rub it gently on his dark velvet stubble, his eyebrows rise up questioning my move. “It makes it softer, for those that rub against it.” I tell him, and with this information, he smiles.

Finished with his head, I grab the expensive bar soap on the dish, and rub it in my hands to create a thick lather. It fills the shower with a honey and almond scent. Crouching down, I start with his feet, and lather them up well, before moving my hands in tandem all the way up his left leg, making little circles on his skin as I go. I purposely don’t touch his penis or the inside of his thighs up to high. From the time we got in the shower, he has been hard and ready, and since I already have a plan for it; I leave it alone for now. I wash up the right leg, then stand to do his abs and chest, he is so firm and I enjoy rubbing my hands freely over his torso, I turn him around and wash his back and ass, both also firm and soft. After he his lathered up, I led him over to under the spray and use my hands to run all the soap off him. Once all the suds are down the drain, I tell him, “Ok all finished.” Jonathan opens his eyes, frowns at me, and furrows his brow. He recovers quickly and grabs the shampoo to wash my hair; I scuttle over to the tile bench and sit down facing him, between his legs so he can reach my head. Softly he puts his hands in my hair, and when he does, I reach out with my tongue to address the stiff member in my face. Like a lizard, I push out my tongue and start to run it around the tip of his thick shaft. Jonathan inhales sharply and his fingertips quickly stop working the lather in my scalp. I move my tongue slowly around him in circles, and then start to suck on the tip, pulling on it gently. His hands are still in my hair, and I look up and see his head leaned back in pleasure. Reaching around I place my hands on his ass that is flexing hard due to my tongues work.

With my hands on him, I can go deeper, taking in more and more, as I relax my throat. I flatten my tongue, and soften my lips pulling him in to my mouth as far as I can go. As I suck him in, Jonathan starts to groan and hiss through his teeth, I know he feels good. With one hand I start to pull him in and out, guiding him so he can fuck my mouth as I take it, with the other I cup his balls gently, holding onto them. He starts to move himself back and forth in and out of my mouth, hitting my lips and groaning louder and faster. “Uh uh uh uh” he says every time he hits my lips, I stay open wide, and let him have his way with my mouth and I suck his throbbing cock. “Shit” hisses from his lips and with his ass flexing I know he is going to cum soon. Keeping the rhythm with our push and pull he’s faster now ready to cum and his grunts get louder and faster, then turn into “yes yes yes” and I am ready to take it all, sucking him hard he pounds once into my mouth and screams out “fuck” and pours his release into me and it slides down my throat.

After Jonathan cums, he pulls me up to him, and kisses me passionately, grabbing my arms to pull me close into him. I wrap my arms around him; happy I gave him such pleasure. He releases me, and then lovingly finishes washing me. Once I am clean, he leads me out of the shower and dries me off, wraps my hair in a towel, and places a satin and terrycloth bathrobe around me. When he wraps the sash in a bow, he looks at me and says, “I’d like to use this sometime.” That comment gets my attention, I was always curious about being tied up. All the boyfriends in my past did straight up jackrabbit and doggie style sex, never anything else exciting. I was curious about many things, and with Jonathans statement maybe that meant I could explore them with him.

After the shower, we order insane amounts of food, starving from our sexual exploits all day, and fall asleep with the windows open, listening to the waves crash. We tangle and then spoon, with Jonathan whispering, “You’re here,” before his breathing slows to his slumber. I answer back, “Yes here,” not sure if he hears me. Except he squeezes me tightly, and then I just have deep breathing in my ear. We sleep.

Wednesday/Thursday

We spend the next day and a half in the suite, eating room service, having great sex, and walking and talking on the beach. Aside from his calls to work, we keep all electronics off. No TV, just us. Jonathan drives me to the airport from Half Moon Bay, and I am sorry to leave. We part at the curb, since the security makes it impossible to come very far inside. I leave him with a kiss and hug, promises to talk soon.

Jonathan took care of my rental car, booked my flight home, and I am not surprised to find I am in first class again. I also take all my beautiful new clothes that he bought for me, and never wore since we stayed naked most of the time in Half Moon Bay. As I board the plane, I see Renee, the flight attendant from my trip out to California. She greets me, and offers a sincere “Welcome back.” I smile and she takes me to my seat.

“You look much better this leg if you don’t mind me saying.”

“Yes, well I was stressed out, guy stuff you know,” I admit.

“Oh I get it, I fly this route and work exclusively in first class. These guys are always after me to date, hook up, whatever. The money makes them bold, and the promises make it tempting. They can be stressful and demanding.”

“Did you ever go out with one of them?” I ask curiously.

“Well yes, I am seeing one now. He is crazy about me so it was hard to resist his pursuit. He is insanely rich, a tech guy. His name is Jonathan Ellis. He has been on the cover of Time, Forbes, and all the big magazines. Have you heard of him?” She is proud as a peacock with this information.

Inwardly I gulp and feel sick as I shake my head, “Um, no, I don’t recognize the name.”

“He is very handsome, great in bed, and lavishes me with gifts. It’s great.”

The pit of my stomach churns, and I am stuck on a plane without Internet, and no cell service. I have nothing to do but think about what she has told me for three thousand miles.

“So, coffee with cream? Croissant again?” She offers.

“No, can I have a ginger ale please,” hoping to help my churning stomach, “Wait, can I have a double vodka and soda with two lemons.” Changing my mind, I need more.

“Starting early? I love it! Coming right up.” She saunters away, and I begin to boil over.

Well, here is the drama, when do I get the crazy?

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