“Cheers.” She smiled again, and spread her legs on the seat, slumping down slightly and allowing her skirt to ride up her thighs. I watched and nodded approvingly. “Any ideas about how I can keep from spilling my champagne on my dress?”
“Well, one certainly comes to mind.”
“I thought it might. Hold my glass.” I took her glass in my left hand, and Marilyn sat upright and pulled her dress up and off. She was now facing me naked, wearing nothing but her high heeled sandals and a smile. “Better?”
“Well, if you do spill anything, just let me know, and I’ll see about licking it off you,” I offered.
She slipped a finger into the glass and rubbed a few drops of champagne over her right nipple. “I’ll remember that.” She continued to tease me while she sipped her champagne.
I was rock hard inside my slacks. When I finished my champagne, I tossed the empty glass onto the seat next to me and stretched out. Marilyn giggled and finished hers off, and set her glass aside as well. “Would you like me to help you get comfortable?” she asked.
“Please!”
She giggled again, and then slipped down to the floor and knelt at my feet. Marilyn unzipped my pants, and pulled them and my briefs down to my ankles. “You’re violating the rules, remember?” she said when she saw my shorts.
“Punish me later, if you don’t mind.”
Marilyn’s slow motion blow job was punishment enough. She licked and teased my cockhead with her tongue while she slowly ran her fingers along my shaft. I ended up pulling her face forward and demanding she finish me off, and I held her head to my crotch until she suctioned the come from my balls. I sighed, then, and Marilyn reached out and grabbed our glasses, and I refilled them. “That was a nice snack,” she said, “but can I get something a little more filling in a few minutes?”
“Happy to oblige. Come over here and let me have a nibble or two.”
Marilyn came over and straddled my thighs, and we had another glass of champagne while I sucked on her tits and my cock got stiff again. As soon as I was hard enough, we finished our glasses and tossed them aside again, and then Marilyn crawled forward and impaled herself on me. She rode me while I ran my hands across her ass and back, and I sucked her nipples. She came at least twice before I did, and since I had already come once, I lasted a fair bit before I filled her pussy.
Marilyn glanced at my watch and said, “I don’t think we have enough time for another round. You’re not as young as you used to be.”
“Hey!” I protested. “You’re older than I am!”
“I’m just approaching my sexual peak. You’re already going down the far side. Anyway, we need to clean up and get dressed.” She stood up and grabbed her dress, and then went to the bathroom in the back. I stood and pulled my pants up. When she came out, we swapped places, and tucked in my shirttails and otherwise made myself presentable. When I returned to my seat, Marilyn was sitting in the seat next to me, and we finished off the bottle. Then my wife took a nap while I looked out the window at the blue ocean and white clouds until the pilot announced we were fifteen minutes out and were beginning our descent. I still didn’t know where we were going!
We landed on what looked like a very sunny tropical airfield. As soon as we taxied to the terminal, we stopped, and the co-pilot came out. He popped the door and said, “You have to stay on board for customs, but welcome to Nassau.”
I looked out the open hatch. “I assume you are not referring to Nassau County, Long Island, because that would be very disappointing.”
Marilyn laughed behind me. “You don’t know?” he asked, incredulously.
“No idea. This was all her idea.” I leaned towards him and said, “I’m not really her husband. More like her boy toy, if you know what I mean.”
Marilyn laughed some more. “I think I want a refund! It’s the Bahamas, you dork!”
The guy laughed, and pointed out the door. “Whatever. Tell it to them. Bahamian customs has arrived.”
I dug out our passports and we went through the usual rigmarole, and then we deplaned. Marilyn had a cheat sheet from Taylor she was referring to, and at the rental counter we found a Cadillac waiting for us. Considering the price of oil, it was probably worth its weight in gas, but it was definitely better than the POS we had on Eleuthera. We loaded all our stuff in the trunk, and then Marilyn had me drive while she gave me what were purported to be directions to a house rental office. We only got lost twice. “Left… no, the other left… right, no not right, left…” When Marilyn uses a map, if the road she is on is marked in red, she starts looking out the window for red pavement.
Thankfully, our journey ended about five miles later at an office on the outskirts of Nassau. Once inside, we found ourselves being greeted by a large black man named Peepers about twenty years older than us, who was the rental agent. He greeted us, grabbed a few papers, and ushered us back outside. We were to follow him to the villa.
We drove south, across the island, to a road that ran along the beach, and then headed west a few miles, before driving down a long road to the waterfront. The view was simply breathtaking! There was a long beach, white sand, palm trees, and then back away from the beach was the villa, low slung in a modernistic concrete and glass style. “Welcome to Hougomont,” said Mr. Peepers.
“Hougomont?” I said. “Wasn’t that the name of a location at the Battle of Waterloo?”
“Something like that, I believe,” he replied. “Lovely, isn’t it?”
“It’s beautiful!” gushed Marilyn.
I simply nodded in agreement. I looked around, and it seemed like almost a mile or more of beach front. “Is all of this part of the estate?”
Peepers smiled. “Sorry, but no. This is actually the first of a series of villas here along this stretch of beach, perhaps ten or so, going from about there, all the way to down there.” He pointed with his hands at the long stretch of beach, running east to west and facing south. “Would you like to see the house now?” He made an ushering gesture, and we moved up the foot path to the house. I could see at the side a place to park the cars near a side entrance.
The house was quite modern, but not sterile, which some designs are. The walls were done all in white, with what looked like Jackson Pollack knockoffs on them. Very modern. Six bedrooms, five baths, lots of glass looking down over the beach, one side facing an infinity pool, and then down to a deck with another pool, and a path to the beach. Very nice. I was going to have to thank Taylor for finding a way to spend so much of my money! This place must cost a fortune!
Marilyn looked very excited by it all. Maybe that made it worth it.
Peepers explained the rules of the villa. Unlike La Valencia, there was no custodial service, although he could arrange it if necessary. Likewise, there was no breakfast or meal service, again, unless we ordered it up. I assured him we could rough it, and then made sure we got a map and some directions to some nearby stores. I signed a few papers, got a key, and then he left.
“Isn’t this great!” gushed Marilyn.
“Great,” I said, smiling down at her.
She gave me a very sly look. “It’s almost deserted. Nobody will ever be able to see you chasing me around on the beach.”
I wrapped my arms around her. “Now why would I be chasing you around the beach? I’m on vacation, and that sounds a lot like work.”
“You’d be chasing me around to have sex with me!”
“Maybe I ought to let you chase me around. I am a cripple, after all,” I replied.
Marilyn’s response was to reach between us and grab my crotch through my slacks. “I don’t think so!” Then she pushed me away and scampered towards the living room.