Chapter 9 -- Necessary Changes
Crystal and I make love twice in my bedroom. I gave her about eight bone-cracking orgasms that seemed to take her into outer space, and that included a last one where I cleaned her up orally as she talked dirty and praised my sexual ministrations to her body.
We were so full of endorphins that we both fell asleep with her cuddled in my arms. Just before slumber overtook us, she asked, "Do you like to cuddle?" My reply was, "No, I love it."
We awoke about an hour later. It was noon, and I think I heard some movement elsewhere in the large house. Crystal didn't wake up right away, so I just studied her sleeping form in my arms. She was, without doubt, the most beautiful woman in the world. I just about cried with joy over our intimacy.
Crystal's eyes opened and she looked at me and smiled. She brought her hand up to my cheek and stroked it. "I love you." I'm sure a tear rolled down my cheek as I kissed her and told her of my love.
When we came downstairs, Trish was doing laundry and Ross was on the patio reading a pile of documents about the various securities that his firm owned for his clients. Crystal and I took a short swim in the pool to wake up and then joined the others. Crystal seemed pensive. Ross told us that the other two couples were coming back for a cookout about six o'clock.
We had a light lunch, and did housework for part of the afternoon. I drove over to my condominium and checked on the unit. Everything was fine, so I just picked up a few things in a box and brought them back to Ross's house. Crystal had gone with Trish to their apartment to pick up a few things, too.
We reconvened as a group about five-thirty. Ross broke out some wine and we sat and waited for the others.
Crystal sat right next to me, and wanted to be in contact, so she constantly had an arm around me or was leaning against me. She remained pensive and on the quiet side. I could tell that she was thinking about something major.
Eventually, she asked me, "Would you care if I did something other than work as a flight attendant?"
I replied, "Not at all. I want you to be happy. If flying everywhere is satisfying, that's fine. If you want to try something new, that's also fine."
She said, "Did you know that I was a hot-shot photographer in high school and college? I took thousands of pictures in those days and became pretty good at it. I did a lot of formal portraits and such for my friends, especially around graduation time. I even did some parties and one wedding."
"Why'd you stop?"
"Well, I take pictures when I'm playing tourist, but the rest of the hobby was time-consuming so I left that part behind. I was good at using my free time on Photoshop and other computer apps to turn a good picture into a great one."
"I'd love to see some of your photographic work."
She giggled, "Besides the ones I've sent you from my hotel rooms?"
"Those are nice, too. Don't stop on my account." I used one finger to lightly toy with one of her nipples as I grinned at her.
"How long do you think it would take to establish a photographic business?"
I shrugged. "I don't have any idea. I think you'd have to ask around and also develop a marketing plan of some kind. You'd need some kind of arrangement with others to give you leads or recommendations; for instance, a wedding planner to recommend you as the photographer of choice. Maybe you do an apprenticeship someplace?"
She took that in and nodded.
I added, "On another related topic, you are pretty enough that you could also model.
"I am in some of the airline PR brochures smiling as I invite people onboard our aircraft. That was just one time, however."
"Get copies of that so you can springboard from it."
About then, Trish escorted Darlene and Greg from the house to the patio. He'd brought beer and wine, and she'd made a huge salad.
Deborah and Mitch arrived about ten minutes later. She was dressed to kill, or perhaps I should say undressed. She had on some Daisy Duke shorts that had sufficient tears and holes in them to prove she didn't have underwear on, had great butt cheeks that showed below the material, and were tight enough to show her sexual excitement. Up top, she had on a man's white short-sleeve dress shirt with the tails tied in a knot under her breasts. I noted that she also had sexy feet; she wore flip-flops.
Deb set down a covered cake container and indicated that it was something good for dessert. I like the whole concept of dessert, but I also thought of pussy that way.
I also guess that I stared a second too long at Deb and the brevity of her attire, because Crystal laughed. She whispered, "You can have her and me, too. I won't mind a bit, and in fact, I'll probably join you. She tastes really good."
I quickly whispered back, "So does Mitch. Have fun. Let's leave them both lusting after us for more. I chuckled and nudged Crystal in Mitch's direction as he finally sat down with a beer in hand. She gave me a devilish grin and blew me an air kiss as she moved in his direction.
Deb immediately sat down in the space Crystal had vacated. She locked onto my lips with hers and we didn't come up for air for about three minutes. I had no doubt about Deb's romantic and sexual feelings for me when we were through. She'd even whispered that she loved me and wanted my cock inside her: definitely a good start to the evening.
During our long kiss-kiss session, I'd untied the front knot on her shirt and then started to palm and fondle her breasts. I had both nipples erect and screaming for more. When we stopped, she didn't re-tie the tails.
We drank and then I played chef at the grill as Ross and Trish set up the table with other dinner items. Deb kept me company at the grill and we talked about the plight of a flight attendant that had to be on the road four or five nights a week. I learned that the more senior attendants got a slight choice of routes and, in turn, the schedules, but even then, there was a lot to be desired. There was little flexibility to be home at night unless one lived near one of the top ten airports in the country.
I also learned Deb's view on the salacious behavior of some of the flight attendants while on their layovers. She said, "Layovers. They get laid over and over and over. You wouldn't believe how slutty some of them are -- like ME! The stories that you've heard are often tame compared to what really goes on."
I got another hot kiss from her and we laughed. I also got to fondle her jugs again. She did have an attractive nuisance that constantly drew my attention away from the ribs, steaks, and chicken. I was bending over sucking on her nipples when Ross yelled at me about the burning chicken.
An hour later, after a lively dinner and lots of laughter, the minimalist clothing we'd all been wearing disappeared completely and we went in the pool. Ross had also fired up his spa that was only a few feet from the pool.
