Flustered, Tania gulped down the rest of her drink and handed the empty glass back to Parker who also had a knowing smile on his lips. Damn, she though, biggest gossip in the office he clearly saw Mr. O's hand on her ass and it would be all over the office by Monday. She gracefully extricated herself and made her way off the stage and down the stairs, suddenly a bit dizzy and her legs going a little wobbly. Sunstroke, she told herself, and plain exhaustion. She excused herself from the well-wishers and made her way toward the house. She just needed to lay down for a bit.
Finding a quiet empty guest bedroom she lay down on the chaise for a short nap. She felt languid and lethargic but not unpleasantly so. A short while later she woke to singing. Someone just beyond the door, a man, was singing. It sounded lovely and whistful, a low baritone with just a hint of seductive malintent. He was singing Cole Porter's "Let's Do It":
"Some Argentines without means do it
People say in Boston even beans do it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love...."
Tania ran to the door and threw it open, insanely curious. In the hallway stood Nick Bottomley in small tight red swim shorts and a towel draped carelessly over one bare and hairy shoulder. Tania gaped at him. She had never imagined him naked nor ever wondered what he looked like under his Brooks Brothers suits, and yet here he was and he looked... surprisingly good. He was average height, their eyes meeting level since she wasn't wearing heels, with a trim but compactly muscular body, powerful-looking arms and legs covered in dark downy hair. She felt herself blush when her survey landed on his groin and she realized his rather prodigious endowment was straining against the polyester of the red swim shorts.
She parted her lips with the tip of her tongue and silently invited him back into the room with her with slow blinking heavy-lidded eyes. How had she never noticed how masculine Nick was? She took a tentative step back into the bedroom, holding the door ajar. Nick glanced back and forth down both ends of the hallway, and, satisfied no one saw him, stepped inside the bedroom with her, gently closing the door behind him.
The late afternoon sun coming through the window set small amber flames dancing through her brown hair, strands tumbled loose in her sleep from the normally tight chignon she always wore clung to her neck. Nick stepped closer to her and raised a hand to the back of her head, pulling and releasing the rest of her hair, falling in deep chocolate waves on her shoulders.
"Fuck," he breathed, awestruck. "Fuck me, you are so fucking beautiful!" Despite the swearing, it was perhaps the nicest thing he had ever said to her. Tania smiled. She had never been called beautiful and certainly never heard it said with so much bare awe and passion.
Emboldened by his compliment, she tilted her head at him and took a step toward him, slid her hand between the fabric at the waistband of his swim shorts and the warm downy skin of his abdomen, and cupped his hard cock. It pulsed and twitched in her hand. Groaning, he bent to slide the shorts down his legs and off. Tossing shorts and beach towel to the floor, he grasped her by the shoulders and kissed her mouth. A long slow exploratory kiss punctuated with nips and teasing bites of her full lips that no doubt would leave bruises. He grabbed fistfuls of her hair, gently but insistently, wanting to draw more of her to his mouth. She wrapped her hands and arms around his thick neck and shoulders, caressing the skin and skimming the fur there with her fingertips. She felt the insistent press of his cock against her thigh through the filmy fabric of her summer dress. She moaned softly.
With a groan he gently pushed her backwards onto the bed, climbing up on after her, tangled up in the eiderdown. Gentleness gave way to desperate urgency as he pushed and shoved at her clothes trying to gain access. She heard some seam tear but cared very little. Yes, she thought, rip it off, tear everything to shreds. But he was more careful and with her help managed to remove the rest of her clothing. He stepped off the bed and backed a bit away, admiring her, appreciating her body in the fading afternoon light. Self-conscious, she blushed and tried to cover her body, or at least the parts she didn't like and didn't want him to inspect so closely. She wanted to hide, suddenly embarrassed.
He gently slapped her hands away. "Don't. Let me look", he whispered. "You have no idea how many times I imagined you naked like this. But this is better than anything I could ever have imagined. You're amazing."
What kind of man loves like this? She wondered to herself. For once, Tania was at a loss for words. I think I love you, she thought. It was illogical but quite true. Wait, had she said that out loud?
Nick chuckled hoarsely as he kissed her neck and shoulders. "Love and logic have very little to do with it, babe." He smiled at her warmly, before sliding himself between her legs, his face mere inches from her moist heat. Curling his hands around each thigh he pulled her down onto his mouth, his tongue easing open her folds to lap and lick at her, occasionally thrusting deep, returning to draw whorls on her clitoris. Tania, moaning and shuddering, legs trembling, raked her fingers through his hair. She was so close, she could feel the thundering pulse rolling in her belly, but Nick stopped suddenly and raised his head.
"No, no please, don't stop!" she panted, raising her hips to him.
"Say it, babe. Tell me what you really want." He breathed heavily, holding her thighs firmly apart, perspiration doting his forehead and his mouth still wet from her. "Say it," he repeated, firmly, menacingly.
Tania drew a ragged breath. It was an effort to say what she knew he wanted to hear. She had never said it aloud, she wasn't that kind of woman, relying on whomever she was with to just get it and get it done without much input or direction from her. What did she want?
Sensing her creeping self-doubt, Nick pressed his thumb to her swollen clitoris and rubbed slow lazy circles around it. At his maddening touch she jerked her head back into the bed and practically screamed: "Fuck me! Oh, god, please please please! Slide your cock into me and fuck me!" The tendons in her neck strained cord-like against her skin, the muscles in her thighs shook, she clenched her fists and her nails dug into the coverlette, tearing the fabic.
Nick smiled broadly. "Yes ma'am" he said just before easing into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his back, her teeth pressed into his shoulder to try and still her shuddering. His hands slid up her back and over her shoulders and he pulled her down onto him, thrusting into her even deeper. When Nick felt her climaxing he whispered in her ear: "Look at me. Look at me I want to see your face." Tania stared into his eyes, whimpering and biting her lip, her body shaking against him. "So beautiful," he whispered, "so fucking beautiful." A moment later he too climaxed, moaning against her flushed shoulder. As their breathing slowed Tania raked her fingers into his thick hair, sighed contentedly and fell alseep.
Tania awoke, alone, a few hours later; it was at least 8 pm she estimated. She lay a few minutes wondering if it was all just a dream. Admittedly, a wonderful amazing dream. She dressed quickly and pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail, straightened up the bed and left the room. Stopping at a mirror in the hallway she wiped as best she could at the smeared lipstick and mascara on her face, and made her way, hopefully unnoticed, downstairs. She would quietly call a cab from the phone in the kitchen and slip out by the staff entrance. At least that was her plan. Just before turning into the kitchen Mr. O spotted her.
"Tania! I'm so glad you're still here! I was worried about you, someone told me you weren't feeling well and had come into the house I assume to lay down." Mr. O gently touched her shoulder. "Are you feeling better? I must apologize, it seems you were slipped a, how do they call it? a Mickey? Parker admitted to me he had put something in your drink. I admit I wanted you to relax and have fun today but he misunderstood me. Please forgive me. I'm firing Parker Monday morning!" Mr. O was rambling, she had never seen him so upset.
