Flying Visit
He hadn't been to this city before but somehow airports managed to make everywhere seem pretty much identical. Only once he was out of the main entrance could Lavon Crawston really take note of his surroundings.
First of all, even though it was Spring, there was a chill in the air that definitely told him he wasn't still in the islands. He savoured the gentle frisson on his skin. Far across the parking lot he could see a brave line of cherry trees in blossom. He smiled - a week earlier or a week later and he would have missed that. Life was all about enjoying these pleasures - big or small.
"Lavon!"
He turned and his smile broadened. It wasn't a time for words and he just held out his arms. The young woman didn't hesitate to accept the invitation. She dashed up to him, wrapped her arms round him and brought her lips to his. They shared a long passionate kiss of reacquaintance.
Fuck but if this didn't make it all worth while. He'd intended to go straight home once Spring came around. The coming of Summer and its hurricanes was no time to be in the islands. He had his interests at home but he was satisfied that DeShawn had been a good stand-in. Theo had helped him out on that score - kept an eye on his investments so to speak. The young man had done fine by all accounts. Theo said so and, more importantly, so did Holly. She was a cute piece and the only girl who'd stayed over from Lavon's last year. Smart girl and someone whose opinion Lavon had learned to respect.
So he'd been able to adjust his schedule and include this extra flight and stop-off. It meant some juggling of logistics and a couple of changes but he was real glad he'd made them. The beautiful young woman in his arms was most certainly worth it - that and a whole heap more.
She was smiling, her face showing unalloyed joy at seeing him. That felt real good too. He believed that his girls enjoyed their time with him, that they never regretted choices made under his roof. He had no reason to believe otherwise but it was still real gratifying to see the pleasure in Sarah's face.
It was three or nearer four years since Sarah had been one of his tenants, one of his girls. She came from money, not stupid money but she'd had a good allowance to see her through College. Hadn't needed to worry about loans and such. Which made it all the more pleasing that, once he'd 'educated' that wankster who'd been hanging around her, she'd been so eager to follow his special arrangements regarding her rent. Regular visits every two weeks to his room on the ground floor. Sweet white pussy in return for a little extension Very mutually beneficial.
Like many of his girls she had kept in touch. He knew she had married - moved out here to this city. About 300,000 people but very little of note otherwise so far as he knew. Maybe he should have researched a little more. Maybe they had the world's biggest pencil sharpener or some such shit as that.
It struck Lavon that the city's finest asset was in his arms right now. Damn but the girl looked fine. Shoulder length blonde hair, intelligent blue eyes, slightly tanned skin. Curves in all the right places and a body that showed she looked after herself real good. The attractive college student he had known had matured into a truly beautiful young woman. He wasn't shy to tell her so.
She blushed a little but her eyes and smile told him that she was liking what she was hearing. Well, fuck, it was the truth.
"You don't look so bad yourself," she said. "The islands must have suited you. You still getting plenty of exercise?" Her fingers brushed the slight protuberance of his belly. Lavon was in pretty good shape but he was much nearer fifty than forty nowadays. You might not have known save for a few 'laugh-lines' and that little belly. He liked to think they just showed he was a man of maturity, of experience. Happily there were plenty of fine women that shared that perspective.
He loved the way her eyebrows had arched a little as she asked about his 'exercise'. Lavon knew the inside of a gym OK but that had never been his favourite physical activity. Sarah knew from experience what that was.
"I'm keeping pretty active," he smiled back at her. "Been a real busy season at the resort."
"I've heard all about that resort of yours, " said Sarah, "seems like an excuse to get young woman down there for you to have your wicked way with them." She'd got that teasing, amused, look on her face. He remembered that look. It had always done it for him, got his engines revving real good. It hadn't lost his power. He felt his cock stiffening. Damn but this girl could make him feel like a horny teenager again.
That was the thing about Lavon's girls, his women. They all had that certain something. That certain quality that made them special, that made them uniquely desirable. It had never been about making conquests for Lavon. Every one of his girls was special, an individual, a privilege. He enjoyed every moment with them and knew the easiest way to ensure that continued was to make the pleasure mutual. You didn't half-ass these things. What you put in would be more than repaid, more than rewarded.
That was how, after years, a beautiful young woman ended up inviting your old Black ass to come 'visit'. There might be strings attached, maybe even an ulterior motive, but that was alright by him. To be honest a woman like Sarah only had to ask anyway. She was one of his girls. Whatever he could do for her he was going to be real happy to oblige. If he got some extra incentives along the way then he wasn't going to complain none and he certainly wasn't going to deny himself the pleasure.
"You got a good hotel in this city," asked Lavon, "I like to follow local knowledge."
"Don't worry hun," she replied, "I'll be putting you up. I have plenty of room."
That did surprise him. He knew Sarah had got married. He recalled she'd only had that one boyfriend in college while he'd known her - anyway this was a guy she'd met soon after leaving. Guy in tech or some such shit. It'd been his work had brought her out here.
"Your husband wouldn't have a problem with that?"
