Love Lessons At Pleasure Point 09

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"I just can't tell you how happy I am," Jessica sighed, staring at the ceiling of the gazebo.

She was laying on her back on the massage table, as naked as the day she was born. Paul was standing next to her, lightly grazing his fingertips over her soft skin, the way she liked it after one of his "special" massages.

"You don't know how meaningful it is. Just knowing your child's happy. I'm so grateful to you."

The weekend before, Paul had driven up to Berkeley to take her daughter, Jasmine, to the Spring Fling, a big social event at one of the frats.

Jessica spoke to her on the phone earlier that morning and she sounded happier than she'd been in months.

"To hear my daughter back on her feet. Confident. Content. It's... everything."

"I'm glad I could help," Paul said, softly. "But she gets the credit. She picked herself up. I was just supporting her."

"But you helped her find that inner strength she's always had. I tried to do that, but I couldn't. You succeeded. How on earth did you do it?"

Paul thought about all the things he'd done to help her. There was a lot he couldn't tell Jessica.

"I guess I just got her to appreciate, and really

believe

, that she's an extraordinary young woman. Smart. Creative. Beautiful. And that men are going to find those qualities incredibly attractive. She just has to believe in herself."

"Well, you certainly have a gift," she said, touching his leg. "And I want to show you my appreciation. I have a gift certificate I want to give you. I bought it at a charity auction last summer. I want you to have it."

"What is it?"

"It's a two-night stay at the Ventana. I'm not going to be able to use it. I thought you might enjoy it."

"The Ventana. That's the ritzy place in Big Sur, right?"

"Yes, it's quite lovely. They've got a spa, hot baths, yoga, massage. The certificate is for two people, but you can also go by yourself if you prefer. Whatever you want, it's yours to enjoy."

"Wow. Thank you, Jessica. Do you... want to come with me?"

"I'd love to but I can't. I got it a while ago and I forgot there're some restrictions on it. It can't be used during peak season or on weekends. So, you'll have to use it by May 15th. I can't get away before then."

Paul was thinking about how he could swing it given his class schedule.

"Well, I'll still be in school but... maybe I could go on a Tuesday and stay 'til Thursday."

"So, you think you can use it?"

"Definitely, I'm sure I can make it work. Thanks, Jessica. I appreciate it."

That afternoon, Paul called Meredith to invite her to join him on a two-day, expense-paid trip to Ventana Big Sur.

"I wish I could, but there's no way," she said, flatly.

"How come?"

"I've got school until June 5th. If it was during summer vacation, I'd go in a heartbeat. But I can't leave the kids in the last few weeks of school. There's too much going on."

Next, he asked Maddie.

"Oh Paul, that's so generous of you," Maddie said. "Unfortunately, Ally will be in the middle of her chemo and I promised I'd be her driver."

Paul thought about asking Bri or Emily but decided not to. It'd feel too much like work.

He'd pretty much resigned himself to going by himself. It wouldn't be as much fun as going with a friend, but he couldn't think of anyone to go with.

And then it occurred to him. What about Jasmine?

He and Jasmine had enjoyed an unbelievable night at a fancy hotel in Berkeley. They ordered room service, champagne, and even took a bath together.

The room reminded Jasmine of a honeymoon suite so she asked him to pretend they were newlyweds.

And then they had incredibly hot sex in the king-size bed.

When it was all over, he got the definite impression she'd like to do it again.

She even sent him a text a few days later with a photo of a five-star hotel overlooking the ocean in Mendocino.

hows this for a faux honeymoon spot?

He made a joke out of it but it was clear she was still thinking about him. Truth be told, he'd been thinking about her too.

He was a bit hesitant because they'd agreed it would only be a one-time thing. And then there was the fact that she was Jessica's 18-year-old daughter.

She sure would be fun to hang with, he thought.

He decided to call the Ventana to see if there was even a room available for Tuesday and Wednesday nights.

"Yes, we can accommodate your request on those dates," the woman responded.

"Great. If you could hold that reservation, I just need to double-check our schedule. I'll call you right back."

He hung up and texted Jasmine.

can you get away Tues-Thur next week to go here?

He included a link to the Ventana website.

Jasmine was sitting in her room when she got the text. She followed the link, and scrolled through a few screens.

All she needed to see were the photos and headlines.

Gorgeous views of the Pacific from an infinity pool, lush redwood forests, and luxurious rooms bathed in sunlight.

An adults-only luxury resort and spa in Big Sur

Sensual delights in the bosom of nature

Replenish your spirit and embrace new adventures in one of the most beautiful places on the planet

She sent her reply within seconds.

its PERFECT - I am so in

He called the Ventana back.

"OK, I can confirm those dates."

"Very good, sir. And for how many people?"

"Two. Actually, it's for me and my... wife. We just got married. This is part of our honeymoon."

"Congratulations. I can check to see if our honeymoon cabin is available those nights."

"That'd be awesome."

Paul winced. He hated to lie but it'd be so cool to be able to tell Jasmine he'd gotten a real honeymoon suite.

"Our honeymoon suite is available on those dates. I've got you booked in The Cottage House for two nights, Tuesday and Wednesday next week."

"And we'll be able to use the gift certificate for that?"

"Yes, of course."

He made a face and pumped his fist.

"Very good. Um, thank you."

The next few days were filled with preparations for the two-day trip. He'd receive several texts from Jasmine who'd been researching the resort online.

did you see all the activities they have there? Yoga, massage, condor-watching... also the japanese hot baths are supposed to be AMAZING! don't forget your kimono

Paul felt like he definitely made the right right call in inviting Jasmine. She'd make it a lot more fun.

He decided not to say anything to Jessica about inviting Jasmine just yet. Jasmine had preferred not to tell her mom about their night together in Berkeley. He figured she might want to keep this private too.

On Tuesday, Jasmine took the vanpool from Berkeley to UC Santa Cruz. Because she didn't have a car, this was her usual way of getting to her Mom's house.

When she hopped out of the van, she saw Paul waiting for her, leaning against his convertible wearing sunglasses.

"Going my way, Mister?" she asked, with a wry smile.

"Big Sur, here we come."

They hopped in his car and took off towards Highway 1.

Jasmine leaned back with a contented smile on her face. It was a gorgeous Spring day and the air was warm and velvety. She was on her way to a luxury resort, riding in a cool, vintage sports car, with the man who'd be making regular appearances in her fantasies.

She wouldn't tell him that, of course. She was smart enough to play it cool.

But inside, her heart was going pitter pat.

"There're some drinks in the cooler," he said. "If you're thirsty."

She looked at him, impressed.

"Look at you. All prepared with refreshments. Want one?"

"Sure."

She opened a bottle of sparkling water and handed it to him. Then, took one for herself.

"Not too shabby," she said, looking at him through her sunglasses. "Two nights at one of the best hotels in Big Sur."

He looked at her and smiled suavely.

"And it gets even better. I got the honeymoon suite."

"You did not!"

"I did. I told them we just got married and this is the first night of our honeymoon. They upgraded us to their best room."

She squealed with delight.

"I was just reading about it on the website," he said. "Check it out."

He unlocked his phone and handed it to her.

"Oh my God," she said looking at his phone, "listen to this. Secluded yet accessible, luxurious but not overbearing, The Cottage House is about refinement and balance. Striking the perfect blend of luxury, space and seclusion."

"They said it's ideal for honeymooners."

"Because it's so secluded?"

"I guess," he smiled. "Those newlyweds can make as much noise as they want."

"Ooooh, I want to do that," she purred. "Make noise with you. A whole lotta noise."

He looked at her, rakishly.

"I think we have to," he smiled. "To keep up the ruse."

She reached over, rested her hand on his thigh, and looked out at the view, smiling. She felt a tingling sensation throughout her body.

The drive from Santa Cruz to Big Sur passes through varied terrain, from forests to mountains to wide open agricultural areas. As you enter Big Sur, the highway becomes narrower and more windy, with breathtaking views of the rugged coastline.

"I forgot how beautiful it is here," she said, as one gorgeous cove after another appeared below them.

"This is the best time of year too. Weather's great and it's not too crowded."

Sure enough, they encountered few cars as they traversed the bridges that spanned the forested canyons.

After a 90-minute drive, they pulled into the Ventana Spa and Resort.

"Ten to four. Hopefully, our room's ready."

They wanted to arrive as close to check-in as possible, so they could get maximum enjoyment of the resort. They followed the signs toward "Reception", parked, and grabbed their overnight bags.

As they entered the lobby, she stopped suddenly.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I'm not wearing a ring," she whispered, holding up her left hand. "They're gonna know."

"It's okay," he said, calmly. "Just hide your hand in mine."

He wrapped his big hand around hers and walked casually up to the front desk.

Walking hand in hand, they looked the part of two smitten newlyweds.

He gave his name to the woman behind the counter.

"Ah, yes," the woman said, "you're booked for The Cottage House, our premier accommodation."

Jasmine squeezed his hand and pressed herself against him.

The woman behind the counter registered them, flashing a knowing smile now and then.

"We're honored you chose the Ventana for your honeymoon," she said.

"We've always wanted to come here for our honeymoon," Jasmine answered, pleasantly. "We love how secluded it is."

Paul stiffened, holding back a laugh.

"The Cottage House is our most secluded room. The deck looks out on the forest. It's completely private."

"That's what we're looking for, aren't we Darling?"

"Absolutely. A little love nest. Just for the two of us."

"Awwww," the woman said, tilting her head. "It's so nice to see two people who are so thoroughly in love."

Jasmine turned and smiled at Paul, pressing herself against him.

"So, when was the big day?" the woman asked.

Paul looked at Jasmine with a bemused expression.

"Hon?"

"Um, last weekend," Jasmine answered. "Grace Cathedral. Father O'Brien did a lovely job. Don't you think, Darling? Didn't Father O'Brien do a marvelous job?"

"We couldn't have asked for a better ceremony," he agreed. "Wasn't a dry eye in the house. Or, in the cathedral rather."

"Four hundred people," she went on. "We're weren't planning on such a big wedding...but between his friends... and my friends... and family... it just adds up."

She was totally charming and completely convincing.

"Well, it sounds magical," the woman said. "Congratulations to you both."

"Thank you so much."

The woman showed them a map of the resort.

"You can park your car here, next to The Sur House, our fine-dining restaurant, walk past the Japanese Hot Baths, the Mountain Pool, and follow the signs to The Cottage House. Your bags will be waiting for you in your room."

"Excellent."

They turned and walked out, arm in arm.

When they got out of earshot, they burst into laughter.

"Oh my God," he said, "you're frighteningly good at that. I'm never gonna believe a thing you say ever again."

"I always wanted to get married in Grace Cathedral. Ever since I was a kid."

"Well, now you have. And with 400 guests to boot."

When they opened the door to the Cottage House, they were floored by how beautiful it was. The decor screamed rustic elegance, with hardwood floors, gorgeous redwood walls and ceiling, and overstuffed leather easy chairs.

A huge glass wall looked out at the redwood forest outside.

"Oh my God!," she sighed. "It's beautiful!"

"Check out the bed!" he said, nodding.

The king size bed was covered with rose petals.

"Is that just for us?" she asked.

"I think so. Honeymoon Suite and all."

She climbed on the bed and lay on her back, luxuriating in the petals.

"I want to make love on a bed of roses!" she moaned.

He jumped on the bed next to her sending rose petals bouncing in the air.

"Let's get naked and fuck!" he yelled.

"Shhhhh!" she laughed. "You'll get us thrown out!"

"Nobody can hear us," he said, rolling on top of her. "Remember? This is their most secluded room."

"Oh. Well. In that case. Rip off my clothes and ravage me!"

He began kissing her on the neck, his hand slipping under her blouse.

"Or maybe we should wait," she said. "Check out the resort first. While it's light."

He lifted his head to face her.

"Maybe take a swim? Check out the infinity hot tub?"

"I brought a new swimsuit," she said sexily. "I think you're gonna like it."

"Yeah? Does it show a lot of skin?"

"Oodles. It's like I'm not wearing anything at all."

"Can't wait to see it. I can wear my Speedo. It's so tight, you can tell my religion."

She laughed.

"One look at that and I'll wanna take you up on that offer."

"Which offer is that?"

"To get naked and fuck."

Even though they were just kidding around, Jasmine felt herself getting wet. She didn't normally talk this way, there was just something about Paul that brought it out of her.

It was like he'd unearthed a whole other part of her personality.

Paul's heart was thumping, too. From the moment he saw her, and all during the car ride, he was recalling their night together in Berkeley. The sex they shared was that good.

And now, all the sexual banter was making his dick hard.

They decided to put on their swimsuits and sandals and explore the resort. She went in the bathroom to change.

He took off his shorts. His cock was semi-erect, heavy and stiffening. He pulled on his Speedo and then got back into his board shorts and a Hawaiian shirt.

He just hoped his dick would calm down before he got to the pool.

Just then, the bathroom door opened and Jasmine was standing there in her bikini.

She looked incredible.

She and wearing a string thong, with a triangle halter style. The top featured the thinnest of strings on the neck and back leading to triangles so small they barely covered her areoles. The bottom had a tied side string that led to a tiny piece of fabric covering her shaved pussy.

Over her bikini, she wore a white crochet high split beach cover up with a high waist and a side slit that reached her hip. There was a tassel hemline that gave it a hippie vibe.

"Holy shit," Paul said. "I think you may be violating some of the local fire ordinances. You look frickin' hot."

She smiled and did a little twirl to show him the back.

"Glad you like it."

As they headed towards the pool, she was striding confidently. The full length of her well-toned legs flashed with every step. She looked beyond sexy.

When they got to the main pool area, they found two other couples hanging out. One was a senior couple sitting under an umbrella. They looked like they'd been hiking.

The other couple were hanging by the pool. He seemed to be in his 50s and was sitting in a lounge chair wearing a stylish hat. She was a dark-haired beauty, quite a bit younger, in a very skimpy bikini. She was standing in the pool, holding onto the side, chatting with the man.

Paul and Jasmine found a couple of chairs facing the sun somewhat off by themselves. They took off their sunglasses and began to strip out of their coverups.

As they walked the length of the pool towards the hot tub, continuing their banter, they didn't notice the European couple were watching them.

Jasmine looked amazing, her breasts spilling out of her bra on all sides, her bare ass toned and supple.

Paul walked alongside her, his muscular body oozing sexuality. His cock hadn't calmed down and he looked incredible in his Speedo.

They were so into each other, they didn't even notice that the couple was watching their every move.

Jasmine was teasing him about good he looked in his suit. Unbeknownst to him, she was steering him closer and closer to the edge of the pool.

"In fact," she said, "you look

so

hot, I think you need to cool off."

With that, she gave him just enough of a shove to send him teetering into the pool. He reached back, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her in after him.

She let out a shriek and dove into the water, after him.

From there, the tussle began. They were dunking each other, swimming after one another, laughing and generally carrying on.

They ended up in each other's arms, his broad chest pressed against her breasts, his strong arms enveloping her.

Their struggles quickly turned into a kiss.

The European couple made no bones about the fact they were staring at them. The woman even lowered her sunglasses to get a better view.

After a brief interval, Paul and Jasmine raced up the pool steps and jogged to the hot tub. The water dripped off their backs and over their perfect, nearly bare asses.

The view from the hot tub was extraordinary. Larger than a traditional hot tub, it had an infinity edge with an expansive view of the ocean and redwood forest.

The water temperature was surprisingly warm, well over a hundred degrees, eliciting sighs from both of them.

"This is so nice," she sighed, her eyes closed. "Can we just stay in here the whole time?"

Just then, the European-looking couple appeared. They were joining them in the hot tub.

The woman stepped into the tub slowly. She had beautiful brown eyes, a voluptuous body, and large melon-sized breasts.

The man, no longer wearing his hat, was extremely handsome and well-built for his age.

"Hi, how's it goin'" Paul said, warmly.

"Good afternoon," the man answered. "I see you discovered the infinity hot tub. Excellent choice."

"The view is non-pareil," Paul said, using a term he'd learned from Jessica.

"Indeed."

The woman and the man sat right next to each other, their bodies touching.

"You should also try the Japanese Hot Baths," the man added. "And the spa. They're beautiful as well."

"Sounds like you've got the place scoped out. Been here long?"

The man looked at the woman.

"What has been, Sophia. A week?"

"Six days," the woman said in a thick accent.

"We've been systematically trying each of the amenities. We're happy to pass along what we've learned."

"We just arrived so we may take you up on that," Paul said. "I'm Paul, by the way. This is Jasmine."

"Pierre," the man smiled.

"Sophia," the woman said with a sultry look.

She reached out her hand and shook Jasmine and Paul's.

"We're in the Madrone House. Where are you staying?"

"The Cottage House."