Gabriella's Tales - Part 3
The bedroom was dark, lit only by the occasional flash of far-off lightning. The storm had rolled through nearly an hour earlier, soaking Regal Bay as another early winter cold front moved down the coast. The glow of the nightstand clock displayed 11:45pm.
Gabriella Santiago lay on her bed, pressed into the mattress by the hulking man atop her. They were both naked, her legs spread wide and her knees drawn up. His long, thick cock was moving smoothly within her vagina, in and out. He was grunting and panting heavily from his efforts, and she huffed with every down stroke into her body. She'd climaxed minutes ago and the rush had already ebbed away. Now, she was just waiting for her lover to finish.
Geoff Sullivan had his hands hooked under Gabriella's shoulders, providing him leverage as he thrust into her smaller body. Geoff was a big man, six feet tall and 250 pounds, and much of that muscle. For a man in his early fifties, Geoff was fit. Even if he was little more than a pencil pusher these days. Geoff Sullivan was one of the few men with whom Gabriella enjoyed a sexual relationship with that was older than her. He was also the husband of one of her very close friends. At forty-seven, almost forty-eight, years of age, Gabriella was a few years younger, a half-foot shorter, and half the weight of the man who had shown up at her door two hours earlier wanting one thing.
Geoff hand his head down, his forehead against one of Gabriella's pillows. He was huffing deeper as he thrust a bit harder and faster. His balls were heavy with need. It had been nearly two weeks since he'd been with his mistress, or his wife. The business trip had taken him over to Europe and he'd only returned to Regal Bay that evening. Instead of heading for his home and his waiting wife, he detoured to Gabriella's condo after landing at the regional air field.
"Ooohh, oooohhh, uuunnnggghhh!" Geoff grunted, and pushed his manhood as deep as he could into Gabriella's warm interior. His cock pulsed and began to release his pent-up load. Thick semen spilled into Gabriella, warming her belly. He collapsed fully atop her after just a few moments, spent, sweeting, and panting.
Gabriella felt Geoff's manhood slowly begin to soften and she tightened her vaginal muscles to hold a tight grip on her lover. She stroked his wide shoulders and hairy back, his chest hairs tickling her breasts. Eventually his breathing slowed and she began to feel his full weight.
"Shouldn't you be getting home, Geoff?" Gabriella asked with an insisting push at his shoulders. "I'm sure your wife is waiting for you. You've been away nearly two weeks, you know."
Geoff pushed up and looked down at her. He smiled and replied, "Deirdre will be just as happy to see me at one in the morning as she would have been had I went straight home at nine." He dipped down and kissed her. "Besides, I wanted to stop in and see the woman I truly love."
"Don't say that," Gabriella insisted, and again pushed at his chest. This time, Geoff obediently rolled off her and lay on his side, grinning.
"Why not? It's true." Geoff placed a hand on her chest, between her breasts. He could feel the calm beating of her heart.
"No, it isn't," Gabriella replied sternly. "You say that after every time we get together. You're in love with your wife, and in lust with me. That's all." Gabriella rolled out of bed and headed for her bathroom. "You'd better get dressed and head home."
Geoff sat up. "You're just mad because I didn't take you with me this time."
Gabriella looked out from the lit bathroom. "You're very observant after sex, as well."
"I told you, I didn't take anyone this time," Geoff explained. "It wasn't in the budget. I couldn't justify taking along a "research assistant" when I couldn't even justify taking my personal secretary."
"Is that what you told Amanda?" Amanda Folsom was Geoff's secretary.
"What does it matter? I went alone, and now I'm back. I've got a few days off, and I would like to see you again." Geoff had pulled on his underwear and stood in the bathroom doorway. Gabriella was already in the shower.
"Things at the Bradley and here in Regal Bay have always been weird," Geoff replied. "Extra-marital affairs, orgies, all of that, it's like a prerequisite for holding any position of stature out there. Wives fucking around while we work our asses off, sequestered for days on end out there. When we get free time, we enjoy letting off steam. It's been that way since the doors opened and old man Van Winkle started the money flowing in this fish-town." After pulling on his trousers and under-shirt, he slipped into the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain. "Damn! You're fucking hot when naked and wet!"
"Go home, Geoff!" Gabriella insisted, but took the moment to give him a wet kiss. "Besides, it's not like we won't be seeing each other this weekend. Dierdre invited me for Thanksgiving dinner, so I'll be seeing you Thursday, won't I?"
"That was mighty nice of her. Maybe we'll get an opportunity to slip away to my den...?" Geoff grinned and bowed. "By your command, my mistress, I shall leave you until next we meet," he said, and left her. When Gabriella stepped out of the shower, she found that Geoff had gone. She toweled off and after pulling on a light sleeping shirt and panties, she rolled into bed, ready for sleep.
***
Gabriella enjoyed her morning runs. Even when the air was a brisk 39 degrees as it was that November morning, she got out and put in her two miles. After a quick shower, and a light breakfast, it was time to take her little dog for her morning exercise. Dressed casually in jeans, a burgundy sweatshirt, with her long brown hair pulled up into a loose bun on the back of her head, Gabriella pulled on her long trench-style coat. "Come on, Peanut. Time for your walk." With the excited little dog at her feet beside the front door, she hooked the leash to Peanut's collar and headed out on their morning walk.
Gabriella enjoyed strolling along the winding streets of Van Winkle Heights. The streets were tree-lined and many of the beautiful homes displayed bright flower gardens that added a wonderfully relaxing aroma to her walk. She paused along her walk to allow Peanut, her little Jack Russell Terrier, to squat and add her own brand of fertilizer to the flower bed in front of old Mr. Johnson's house. She looked up the slight hill that made up Mr. Johnson's front lawn, taking in the new lawn gnome he'd recently added to his collection. She counted twelve of the ugly little figures about the lawn.
"Christ, I hate those things," she muttered to herself as Peanut darted back out of the flower bed, ready to continue her early evening walk. Gabriella walked along, following her little dog as it retraced the route they took every morning, when the weather was nice enough. Her calf-high leather boots were well broke in and very comfortable on her feet, and with the slight heel, she could feel her small, well-defined ass rocking back and forth as she strutted up Peach Street. From the top of the curve, Gabriella could look out across that part of town and see the ornamental stonework of the Golf Club's main building, rising above the distant fir trees. She knew quite well that there were at least three men, all married, who lived along the gently curving lane who regularly watched her as she passed by in the morning. She enjoyed the tease she provided them, each well aware that they stood a snowball's chance in hell of ever getting more than this from her.
Crossing Bayview Boulevard at the guarded walk in front of the elementary school named for the town's first elected mayor, Lawrence Pollock, Gabriella headed back into the condominium complex where she lived. The brownstone-styled buildings stood three stories tall and lined streets named for citrus fruits. She lived at the end of the cul-de-sac named Grapefruit Lane, and guided Peanut around the corner from Apple Drive, the main thoroughfare that bisected the complex, east to west. At that time of morning, almost nine by her Fit Bit display, the condominium complex was quiet. A gust of cool wind hit Gabriella in the face, coming up from the distant sea. Heavy clouds had been hanging over Regal Bay and now began to look as if they were wanting to resume dampening the spirits of the residents. She felt a shiver race along her spine in that moment, and said to her dog, "Come on, Peanut. Let's get home before it starts to rain."
Three sets of the Manhattan brownstone-style condos braced the cul-de-sac, each with five resident three-story homes. Gabriella and Peanut lived in the middle unit on the eastern building. Each unit had a single car garage attached to the first floor. Inside hers sat the year-old Lexus IS whose lease was up that week. She already had an appointment to return the vehicle that afternoon, and to pick up her new lease, a bright yellow Lexus LC 500.
Gabriella opened the front door and let Peanut off her leash. The Yorkie ran inside and bounded up the three steps leading to the kitchen, where she paused and waited. Gabriella joined her puppy in the kitchen, where she retrieved a treat, an after-walk snack, and tossed it to Peanut, who deftly leaped up and caught it before rushing off to curl up in her plush bed in the kitchen's corner. It was only a quarter till ten by the microwave's clock, she noted. Gabriella had a noon luncheon with Gloria Van Winkle scheduled, and plenty of time to get to the Clubhouse. She found the latest James Patterson novel that she'd been working on and curled up in the corner of her leather sofa to enjoy.
***
Wednesday afternoon, the day before the start of the long Thanksgiving week-end, and Gabriella was about the last person in the big Regal Bay Golf Resort clubhouse. There were a few others about, though mostly just secretaries finishing up their own work, or members of the cleaning crew. The Club and Restaurant was closed for the weekend as well, and given the fine dusting of snow that had fallen, she didn't expect too many golfers would be put out.
Her yellow Lexus sat alone in the employee parking lot when she headed out at three-forty. The overcast grey clouds gave the impression of it being much later in the evening, and with her headlights leading the way, Gabriella navigated the 1.5 miles to her home. With the Lexus safely tucked away in the garage, she went inside her condo. First, she let Peanut out into the backyard to do her business, while she slipped into the downstairs toilet to do hers. After letting the little dog in, Gabriella retrieved her cell phone and sent a brief text. She got a reply soon.
Brian Sullivan arrived shortly before five, with his young wife Erika in tow. Gabriella let the couple in and greeted Brian with a hug and brief kiss. "It has been so long, Brian," Gabriella said. "I'm so glad you called. I had hoped you'd be coming into town for the holiday."
"It was up in the air until late last week," Brian replied. "Erika wasn't sure if she'd be getting time off this weekend until Friday."
Gabriella turned her attention to Brian's young wife. Erika was a cocoa-skinned African-American woman, a few years younger than Brian's own 26 years. She was very slim, only about 5'2" tall, and very beautiful, with a squinty-eyed smile that warmed anyone who saw it. "It's so nice to see you again, Erika," Gabriella smiled, and gave the young woman an equally enthusiastic embrace. For being a slim woman, with a small frame, Erika had exceptionally large breasts, easily c-cups, that pressed into Gabriella's own c-cups as they embraced. Gabriella noted the firmness in Erika's breasts as well, giving away their augmentation.
Erika was normally a shy girl when it came to meeting people, even those she had met before, and her meek reply to Gabriella's warm greeting made the older woman giggle. "Come inside. I'll get us drinks. What would you like, Erika?"
