Pt. 52 - an Older Bolder Model

This is part 52 of my continuing story.

All my characters are well over the age of consent.

This is a work of fiction. Fiction means made up.

Any typos are mine as I create and edit my own work.

Enjoy!

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Back in Sacramento

My plane landed on Tuesday afternoon after my long flight from Tokyo.

I didn't dwell on the purchase of the aerospace manufacturing company I'd made but I did think about how much I enjoyed my time with the ladies in Tokyo.

My long plane ride home, normally filled with work tasks, was instead filled with eye candy as I spent a lot of time flirting with one of the hot Delta flight attendants. She was based in Atlanta, and I agreed to call her when I was next there. Maybe we could connect.

I had been debating dropping by my office to see what was going on, but I had no sooner walked into the terminal in Sacramento on my way to baggage claim than my phone rang. It was Ali, pretty much my girl next door, wanting to know how I was doing and could she come over and cook dinner for me.

And, I assume, spend the night.

I didn't have any plans and I couldn't think of a good reason to turn down her kind offer, so I smiled and told her, "Thank you, that would be very nice."

You most recently learned about Abi in my story,

Pt. 49 - One Lady, One Long Weekend

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On the drive home, I reached out to Dalia, the classy lady from Reno who I met the day after Thanksgiving. I had purchased all her beach and pool hats and had them sent to the CYN Suits Showroom and Factory in Las Vegas.

Please read

Pt. 50 - I'm Living The Dream!

so you learn how I met Dalia.

While I was driving, hands free, of course, Dalia and I had a nice conversation; she was excited to take the trip with me and I reminded her that she needed to please text me the selfies of her in her new CYN Suits and that she needed to hold off wearing any tight clothing starting tonight when she went to bed so that her skin did not have any indentations or lines on it.

She laughed and said, "You really want me commando, don't you?" and I replied with a smile in my voice, "It would save a lot of time because I'd rather not have to photoshop your skin lines out of the pictures. I really do want you to be all natural."

Dalia had a throaty, sexy voice. Just talking with her made me grow chubby.

With that, we ended the call, and I told her I'd pick her up at her house around 9:30am for our flight to Las Vegas.

I arrived home just over an hour later, and my female friend with heavenly benefits drove up right after. Groceries and a bottle of expensive champagne in hand. And her dog, who was very happy to see me.

*******

I had tried to keep up with all the balls I had in the air while I was on my latest trip to Japan but when I got home, I realized that I had more unfinished business to deal with. I held off taking a shower because I knew if I did that I would crash, completely.

Ali was a real trooper, leaving me alone to do what I needed to do in my upstairs office while she prepped and cooked dinner. The first thing I did was look at the photos Dalia had texted me. She looked great but the views were from the side, not front or back. She had a fantastic profile. Oh well, I'd see her soon enough.

We took a walk with the dog despite it already being dark. It was nice to hold hands as we chatted and played with the dog. He loved retrieving the tennis ball I was throwing.

When Ali and I finally sat down to eat at the dining room table, she brought me up to speed on the three major projects I had her working on: tenant improvements on the commercial office building, total refurbishing of the medical / surgery centers and decorating my still under construction home at Twin Creeks Ranch in the Sierras.

Ali didn't need any more input from me, but she did go over a couple pieces of paper that had the budget and spending amounts. She didn't need any more money, she just wanted to show me where things stood.

She told me that she had had a couple of conversations with Jack Colton, CEO of The Corporation about the hotel lobbies he wanted redone, but she said that he didn't want her to do anything until after the first of the year.

And, when she did start working on it, he wanted her to travel with me. At this point I was so tired I didn't comprehend what she was telling me. I just nodded and replied, "That will be nice."

(Later I thought about that and decided that it would really cramp my sport fucking if Abi traveled with me. Not that I didn't enjoy spending time with her, I surely did. I'll address it with Jack later).

She also shared with me where things stood on her divorce proceedings. Apparently in California there is a process of mediation that people who want to end their marriages go through so as not to tie up court time. Which is what court time does, it usually wastes a lot of time, for those called to jury duty especially, and the courtroom attorneys love it because their business model is to bill by the hour. This is also why lawyers talk so much. And when they finish, they always answer the question with "That depends." Then they start talking again. Cha-Ching! Money in their bank account!

Ali had a goal to hang on to her house and wanted to know if I could finance her buyout from her ex, so they didn't have to sell, and I agreed to take care of that for her.

Which earned me "extra bonus sex" once we got into bed.

*******

I did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen but while I was doing kitchen duty, I made my rounds and locked things up, turned off unnecessary lights and basically closed downstairs for the night.

Ali took a quick bath and then slipped into some racy lingerie and turned up the heat when she returned to the kitchen.

I had a quick visual in my brain of Ali being pregnant with my baby, still in lingerie, horny as can be, ready for some serious sex to deal with her ranging hormones. I smiled at her, fantasizing of bending her over the kitchen sink and me pounding away, her milk filled breasts swaying and smacking one another as I did the deed hard and fast.

In my short fantasy, she was loving every inch of my long, hard cock, coming nonstop as she begged me not to stop!

The vision was mind blowing and her real time teasing, and soft touches led to some rubbing and kissing and fondling and... I was very quickly hard as a SpaceX rocket.

She undressed me in the living room, dropping my clothes on the floor, kneeling on the carpet as she finally peeled my briefs down, my cock finally freed from the constraints of the cotton.

Ali gave my hard pleasure stick a few soft licks and a French kiss on the tip which earned her a nice groan from me.

I love having my cock sucked and she was one of the best.

She hadn't been laid since we were last together and I could tell by the fragrance of her womanhood Ali was ready. For cock. My cock.

More than ready.

Now naked, I took her by the hand down the hall to the bedroom, my long, thick and hard pink cock bobbing as her large, tethered breasts swayed very gently, her nipples aroused and puffy through the silk.

I pulled back the covers and lifted her onto the big bed.

I quickly jumped into the shower and got the grime of the flight off. I toweled off and then I climbed on the bed, and we started making out, my hands roving all over her and she gently humping her pussy against my bare hardness.

Selfishly, I wanted her naked, but I took my time undressing her, slowly peeling off her intimates for my viewing and touching pleasure.

Once I got her thong off, my hand found her brunette trimmed pussy wet; no, drenched. I cupped her pussy, signaling it was mine.

She whispered to me, "You're the only one for me, Rick Valencia."

My fingers roved and she spread her thighs to make access easier for me. I teased her nub and gently rubbed her lips, spreading the moisture as her feminine fragrance filled the room.

I succeeded in getting her to boil very quickly, and she made it clear she wanted my oral attention below her waist.

Ending our kiss, with a shit eating grin I moved down her body, taking time to tease her nipples and I licked my way south, getting giggles as I circled her belly button and zig zagged south over her womb.

Her lower lips were engorged and spread. Ready for my tongue, lips and fingers.

Her love button was visible through the soft brown down; I spent ample time devouring her tasty cunt, bringing her several body shaking, screaming orgasms.

She loved my tongue on her lower lips, then on her clit while my right hand spread her taut butt cheeks and my middle finger found her rosebud tight but ready for a probing (earning me a gasp as I pushed past her tight ring) and my left hand snaked up to grab and play with her ample and firm breasts.

We'd been lovers for a few weeks, but I don't think she'd ever been given so much attention at one time before by a man and she became overloaded with the pleasure endorphins cursing through her exquisite nude body.

I kept at it, relentlessly, licking, teasing, pulling and playing with her erogenous zones from her chest to her ass until she begged me to stop.

I could have eaten that pussy all night, but my throbbing cock couldn't wait any longer. Ali wanted it too.

I got up on my knees between her spread thighs. My face was wet from her dew.

My hands were on my hips, thrusting my cock out. I was big and ready.

Teasing her, I flexed my hardness and it bounced, slapping my belly.

She laughed and I could tell she was semi-impressed by my control.

But probably more impressed by my length, girth and hardness.

The tip of my cock was now almost purple in anticipation.

Her right hand moved from her flat tanned belly south to her trimmed pussy.

Ali was a very horny lady. I could remedy that.

*******

It was a wild fuck session. You'd think just getting home from a week in Japan would have made me want to crash, but she energized me like a Tesla battery factory.

We fit perfectly together. The tip of my long cock gently rubbed against her cervix and my full balls slapped against her ass.

I was able to control, delay, my orgasm, all the while I pounded Ali from above, below, sideways, down.

Her sopping pussy was constantly filled with my cock, and I took my time, going slow and fast, deep and shallow, entering her from every angle while she moaned, groaned, and came, repeatedly, as I controlled her movements with my hands on her beautiful nude body.

I wouldn't say she was a nymphomaniac, but she loved fucking me like no other woman I had been with. Ali was a very active partner in my bed, vocal and grateful, meeting every thrust of mine with one of her own.

And her moans and groans filled the bedroom as we mated.

I finally unloaded a massive load of my man sauce into her pussy and collapsed onto her back, pushing her down on the sheets. I rolled off her, pulled her to me, nut to butt, and fell asleep, my cock nestled in her crack as my baby batter dripped.

*******

In the morning it was a case of "wham bang thank you ma'am" as I unloaded my final deposit as we showered before I dressed, quickly packed and headed off to Reno.

With a deep kiss, I told her I'd be back in about a week, sharing with her that I had some Corporation business to deal with. No need to elaborate.

I headed to Reno, in my truck, where I was going to pick Dalia up, fly on the company jet to Las Vegas, get the hat business going as part of the CYN Suits clothing line, and then make a few stops (Flagstaff, Scottsdale and Maui) to get her launched as a premier model on the website.

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I swung by Dalia's house; she greeted me with a short hug, and I loaded her suitcase into the back seat of my truck. She lived in a nice neighborhood.

I'd reminded Dalia that she needed to jetson her bra and panties to avoid lines on her skin for her photo shoot and she assured me, with a smile, that she was commando.

Laughing, she wanted to know if I had done the same! I assured her that when the time was right, I would be more than happy to answer her challenge.

She was impressed by the corporate jet and sat close to me on the ride to Las Vegas. She looked gorgeous: hair, makeup, clothing and elegant jewelry. The light fragrance she had dabbed on was intoxicating. I found out later it was

Good Girl Gone Bad

. Very expensive but appropriate for her. Or what I was planning to do with her. Or was that to her?

I took her all in and nature took its course. Dalia had more than an ample chest. Her breasts were firm and moved only slightly, I had no doubt that they were natural and not enhanced. I liked seeing her pokies through her blouse and her skirt rode up her thighs. Close to the promised land.

My senses were on overdrive and a chubby grew in my pants. I couldn't wait to see her naked, even semi-naked and as for having her, well, I'd be a gentleman, but I'd put the charm offensive on full force too.

There are some women that you see them, and you wonder what it would be like to be naked in bed with them. This was one lady I wanted in my bed.

There was something about her. Daila was classy, no question. Smart, articulate. She was a head turner. Not just a second glance, worth staring at.

For the first time, we talked. I learned that she and her younger sister were born in Cairo. Both were child clothing models, mostly print, but some television. Her parents were present at all their shoots, as chaperones and protectors.

As the girls got into high school, they became bathing suit models, and they both went to the university with their earnings. They also, on a lark, started to belly dance, which earned them more money and as you might guess, some unwanted male attention.

Dalia's parents made the decision to leave Cairo and relocated the family to Hurghada, on the Red Sea, where the hat business took off, supporting the family.

She had met her husband at the university and with her parent's blessing, after marrying him, moved to the US where he attended medical school and did his residency, ending up in Reno.

Once he landed a job, and after Dalia had worked hard to get him through medical school, he dumped her for a younger, hotter version.

She didn't seem to be angry about it, she shared everything with me in a matter-of-fact manner.

Dalia did get her iPad out and shared with me some photos of her and her sister in bathing suits from their modeling days up to the present day. From what I could see, she had kept her figure through the years. As I said, it was impressive.

She also brought up a video for me to watch.

It may have been a lost art, and I knew nothing about it, but Dalia told me that she taught belly dancing classes at an all-female gym in Reno, and they were standing room only.

She hit play and the way she moved her body was mesmerizing; my eyes were glued to her as she shimmied. Shook, bent and snapped. I wasn't crazy about the music but the visual more than made up for it.

Dalia gave me a very nice surprise as in the last few minutes of the video, she slowly, tantalizingly, removed all her clothing except for her veil.

Her nude body glistened with sweat; her tan lines were quite pronounced, drawing my eyes to her untanned chest and crotch. Her extra-large white firm breasts moved, but only slightly, her nipples were fully erect, and her full bush was alluring.

Near the end of the video, her body shifted so that she was full on to the camera, and her gyrating hips signaled and mimicked a very primitive dance of sexual availability and want.

The camera closed with a closeup of her crotch, which was sopping wet as she was fully in heat.

*******

"You liked it, didn't you Rick," she teased me.

"I sure did. You have an amazing... figure," I responded.

"I made that just for you," she shared. "You've been dying to see me naked since we met in Reno."

I was trying to be cool, but it was damn hard when she had me in a (no pun intended) box canyon.

Of course, it is hard to be cool when you've got a huge erection and a gorgeous female is not only physically close to you, but she just shared a video of herself, dancing and essentially asking you for sex.

She smiled at me, and I smiled back. She broke the silence by telling me that she was looking forward to the photo shoot and spending time with me.

"How often do you do your dancing nude?" I asked.

"Never. In my classes, we dress sexy but never revealing anything sexual. This video was the first time I disrobed completely. I wanted to make sure that you knew that I was comfortable being nude for you. There is no need to hide anything from you. What you see is what you get. On film. I wanted to get over the awkwardness of being nude in front of you that first time."

"Okay."

"And let's get something else out of the way, okay?"

"What's that?"

"Kiss me."

*******

We pretty much made out the whole way to Las Vegas.

I would have fucked her, she sure seemed willing, except that the flight was short, I didn't want to wrinkle her clothes and I didn't want my cum dripping out of her the rest of the day.

I will say that our lip locking session got us both hot and bothered. Dailia was hungry for physical affection, and my body responded with a throbbing dick that seemed to impress the lady in question.

We landed; the limo took us to one of The Corporation's hotels. No one except the general manager knew my title or role and she had arranged for side-by-side suites for us, overlooking the pools at the back end of the property. I very quietly and discreetly arranged for a massage table to be sent up to my suite along with oils, and lotions.

I handed Dalia a $100 bill to give to the crew to take our bags up, then we jumped back into the limo where we headed to the CYN Suits showroom and factory.

My plan was to get Daila photographed right away. I didn't just want her to get naked, I wanted to get the photos of her wearing her hats up on the website right away, making money.

On the plane ride down, I had gone over the agreement that outlined the terms and conditions of the design, manufacturing, sale and distribution of her hats. She'd receive a nice commission on each hat sold.

I also signed her to an agreement for a "named" bathing suit, meaning we'd design a suit with her name on it and she'd receive a commission when those sold too.

To make it all legal, I brought her on board as an employee of CYN Suits and she was on the payroll when she boarded the plane in Reno. I was not an employee of the clothing company. I simply made an introduction to the company and received no compensation for it.

Dalia did mention that her mother and younger sister, currently living in Egypt on the Red Sea, had much more experience in sourcing materials and making the hats than she did. She asked me if I would be open to having them come to Las Vegas and then run that side of the company. Dalia also mentioned that the Red Sea was turning into a dangerous place to be near and that living in the US was what her mother and sister wanted to do.

I replied that I would certainly give that some thought.

*******

The CYN Suits factory was busy but given my title, and the fact that I had been there many times before, we were led to a VIP section for Dalia's fitting and assigned a nice looking, smart female tailor to measure, fit and sew. We were the only folks in this part of the factory, behind a locked door for privacy.