Chapter 2 (Welcome to PeopleCo)
Janet and I walked across the beach house's courtyard, towards a double door leading inside. As we passed into and out of various shaded, then sunny areas in the courtyard, the sun would reflect deeply in her well-oiled skin, and glint brightly off of occasional beads of sweat caused by the afternoon heat. Many of these beads seemed to be in very strategic points on her body - the tips of her nipples, her slightly protruding labia, and the rounded swell of her ass. The overall effect made it appear as if Janet was wearing nothing but diamond jewelry, and that each shining jewel was specifically located to accent her various attributes.
I could tell once again that Andre had been very thorough with his massage and the suntan lotion, as, except for these occasional bright points of light, every other inch of her body was just as brown and smoothly oiled as if she had been swimming in olive oil.
Janet must have noticed my occasional glances up and down her perfect body; she suddenly stopped halfway through the courtyard. She turned to face me completely, taking each of my hands into hers and smiling broadly.
"I have so missed you Jack" she smiled appreciatively. "You know how to make a woman feel so sexy, without even saying one word."
"Go ahead and look all you want" she went on. "You can even touch any place on my body that you might be interested in, but only for a few minutes, we have a lot to do before it's time to get ready for dinner."
I looked up into her deep blue eyes for a while, then allowed my gaze to wander down along her long, dark, cascading hair, to her large, up-thrust breasts. I examined each breast in detail with my eyes, with their rich, perfect nipples rising to meet the sunlight, then finally moved down along and past her flat, oiled stomach, her glistening, protruding, pussy lips, and finally down along her athletic muscular legs to her bright-red, painted toenails.
I cupped my hands around her rounded ass, and pulling her into me I gave her a long, deep, kiss. She returned the kiss, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, and pressing her large, perfect breasts into my chest. Her nipples were so hard that I could feel them, distinct from the rest of her breasts, poking into my chest.
After a few moments I broke the kiss and told her, "There is no part of your body that I DON'T want to touch just now, but I could get lost in you for hours. If we don't have that kind of time, I think I'll take a rain check on that offer."
Her eyes sparkled with delight. "I think that I would like that very much" she said in a low and husky voice. "You may have your rain check sir." "But," she cautioned, "don't wait too long to redeem it. I may just have to be proactive and come find you to deliver it!"
She turned back toward the door, and we continued on, my hand still cupping her firm ass cheek. I couldn't resist though, I moved my hand just a little to the left and slightly forward, and was rewarded with a giggle and a rush of moistness as my fingers slid one by one between the lips of her pussy.
"You had your chance, you dirty boy" she laughed, as my fingers found their way to her grasping hole. "But now your time is up, and we have to go and get you ready for your introduction." We at last reached the waiting door, and I walked into a world that I had never suspected I would soon be a part of.
We entered a room that was brightly lit by several skylights in the ceiling. At various points around the room were statues. Each was Greek or Roman in their appearance, depicted nude men, women, or both in various classic poses. On the walls were numerous paintings and tapestries depicting scenes of various amorous activities.
There were Kama Sutra demonstrations, couples in the heat of passion, and lone men and women pleasing themselves with their fingers or with tools, their hips thrusting forward in final release. I even noted two large tapestries with full-blown orgies, each with dozens of participants involved in the pleasure of one other. The entire room had a theme of sex, and this only made me that much more aware of the statuesque, naked woman who had accompanied me into the room.
The room was much cooler than the courtyard, and Janet's nipples became pointed and harder to a degree that looked almost painful in its constriction. Goose bumps quickly formed, then faded away on her breasts, her limbs, and on her perfect ass.
In the middle of a long wall, a prim-looking woman sat as straight as a tree at a simple white desk. She had the uptight appearance and the seemingly disapproving look of a librarian, all the way down to her horn-rimmed glasses.
Her dark brown hair up in a tight bun, she wore a straight-cut grey suit and high heels. Curtained doorways were located in each wall of the room, three of these in the wall behind her desk. Each doorway had a painting above it that depicted a different scene. These were the only paintings in the room that did not depict some sexual theme. A picture of a green rolling meadow was over one of the doorways behind her. Other paintings were of a tropical jungle and of waterfalls crashing down a mountainside.
"Jack, this is Marion, our company spa manager" Janet told me. "One of her jobs is to introduce you to our ways here. You should be nice to her, in some ways, she holds the keys to the kingdom."
"Marion, the librarian" I thought to myself. "How fitting!"
"Hello, Jack" the thin-faced Marion said dryly. "Welcome to the beach house." "I hope" she went on, "that you noticed the sign on your way into our getaway?"
"What sign might that be... Miss?" I asked her. She made me a bit nervous, and I almost called her "Ma'am".
"You may call me Marion, although if you want to call me "Mistress Marion", I might take it to mean you had something more specific in mind" she said, opening a drawer on the left side of her desk. She took out a photograph.
"This is the sign I am referring to" she said, holding the picture up for me to take it from her outstretched hand. A spark jumped from her finger to mine as hands met. A thin smile came across her lips, and she raised a single eyebrow.
The sign in the picture read, "Welcome to the PeopleCo beach house retreat. From this point forward, all rules of the house MUST be followed."