"I think you did pretty damn well in the pool a few hours ago." She smiled at me, thinking I might need an ego boost. I gave her a quick kiss.
"I want you to teach me about you. I want you to show me where I should kiss, where I should touch, and where I should lick." I was turning a bit red at the last part. "I want to know how to please you."
"Was that your first time?" I knew she meant in the pool.
"Sort of. I paid for it a couple of times, but it never felt like it did in the pool." I looked up into her eyes. I felt kind of exposed, but I really wanted to know how her body worked.
"Well, as your first and last girlfriend, I feel it is my duty to let you pleasure me." She caressed my cheek with a smile. She got up and hurried me along to the bedroom. "God, this is going to be fun!" Her enthusiasm was making me horny.
Mia stripped as soon as we arrived at the bed. "Different things turn on different women. Lucky for you, you only have to learn about one woman." She began undressing me. "I love being touched everywhere. Don't waste your time staying in one place. My nerve endings kind of get bored if you stay anywhere too long." She undid my belt buckle while I was making mental notes. "If you want to get me going, start with my joints." She smiled up at me as she lowering my shorts. "My neck, the inside of my elbow, behind the knees and, for some reason, my ankles." My dick bounced up as my shorts dropped. "Just light kisses, butterfly kisses and little licks. Nothing too sloppy though." She hopped on the bed and spread herself out. She was grinning ear to ear. I gave her a curious look.
"What about your breasts?" I really liked the idea of playing with those. Mia chuckled.
"Those are all for you and feeding babies. Don't get me wrong; it feels nice when you play with them. Mine just aren't super sensitive." I was slightly disappointed. "Don't worry, I'll show you other things titties are good for later." Her smile held promise that eased my concern. I climb into the bed next to her. She giggled and rolled me on top of her. "When it's your turn, I own you. Right now it's my turn so you own me. I am your prized possession, and I have no choice but to submit to your control." God, I liked the sound of that. Her body was my plaything and I was getting really excited.
I covered her body with mine and allowed an elbow and my knees to take the weight. My lips found the base of her neck, and I began lightly kissing and teasing it with my tongue. I felt involuntary shivers run through her body as my free hand lightly caressed her side. I kissed up to her ear and remembered the pool. "I love that you're mine." I whispered softly to her as my lips began to descend again.
"Yes, and words like that." She said as my hand lightly caressed her side and my lips followed the contours of her shoulder. She was cooing as I kissed down her arm and tickled the crook of her elbow with my tongue. I slowly moved back up to the other side of her neck.
"You taste delicious," I whispered, and another shiver ran through her body. I ran down her other arm and lightly tortured the inside of her elbow to a few quiet moans. I could feel the muscles in her body contracting in response to the tickling sensation.
I shifted my weight to my knees and moved my lips to her breasts. She told me they weren't a big turn-on, but they were too wonderful to ignore. I gave the left nipple a little lick and gently blew on it. A forest of goose bumps appeared. I smiled and repeated the process on the right nipple. I got a giggle out of Mia and a whispered "Men!" said with humorous contempt.
I kissed a wet trail down her chest across her tummy. With both hands now free, my fingers were exploring her sides and running down her thighs. As my kisses reached her thighs, a wonderful musky aroma inflamed my nose. I carefully lifted her leg as I slowly moved to her knee, my eyes never leaving the adorable womanhood between her legs. The lips were shaded both lighter and darker than the surrounding skin. When I lifted her leg higher to access behind her knee the slit glistened. It looked as wonderful as it had felt in the pool. I caressed her thigh with both hands and kissed the crook of her knee. I pushed Mia's knee back toward her as I massaged her calf. Her pussy opened slightly to reveal its wetness. It looked so warm, it had me entranced.
I reached her ankle and made love to it with my tongue as I massaged the bottom of her foot. I started hearing a constant low moan from Mia. I knew I was doing well. I raised the other foot to my lips and reversed the process I had used on her left leg. I was slowly descending back toward her intoxicating scent. As I approached, more of her muscles were responding involuntarily.
I pushed both of her thighs back toward her. I was desperate to see her. My face was only inches away from that precious opening as I ran my fingers along it. I opened her flower slightly and examined the multiple folds and the wetness that was flooding the sides. Mia moaned louder as I lightly touched her clit which had emerged from its hiding place. I was mesmerized by the beauty of it all. I loved her for letting me explore. Mia misinterpreted my exploration as hesitation. She spoke softly to me.
"Not every guy likes to..." I never let her finish. I dragged my tongue from the bottom of her slit deep inside tasting a woman for the first time. "Oh God!" she groaned. Both her hands wrapped around my head, and I felt her hips begin to move. She tasted like a soft honey, sweet but more delicate. My hands were holding her thighs wide as I went deeper and dragged out along her little nub. Mia tilted her hips into my face and was holding my head like I might want to leave. I began tickling her clit with the tip of my tongue, and I saw her back arch and her neck tense. Her whole body was shaking as she forced my mouth to drag along her clit. I lost my grip on her thighs as she straightened her legs to force her hips off the bed. She stayed that way for half a minute before her hips fell back, and a loud sexy groan escaped her lips.
I smiled at what I had done and lightly caressed her gorgeous pussy with two of my fingers. It was practically pulsing behind my hand. I was able to generate little involuntary jerks as I lightly moved them across her little nub. I have no idea why I was having so much fun watching her squirm under my fingers.
Mia sat up and then coaxed me back on top of her. "That was simply incredible." She sighed as she pulled me into her bosom. "I didn't think you were going to go that far." I gave her a loving smile.
"I'd never seen one up close in real life. I just had to know everything about it." I caressed her breast as I explained my actions. "It was really quite amazing. Everything about you is amazing." I looked up to kiss her and I saw a tear in her eye. "Mia?"
"I love you so much." She squeezed me tight and more tears appeared. "I get kind of emotional after I cum like that." Her voice was a bit halting, and her expression was all screwed up with tears and a smile. I scooted up a bit more, gave her a kiss, and wiped the tears from her eyes. I was relieved that they were happy tears. She ran her hand down my side and felt my arousal.
"It feels like you are ready to explode." Watching her throes of ecstasy made me hard. Knowing that I caused it had made me really hard. Mia sat up and pushed me flat on the bed. She moved between my legs and gave me an evil smile. "You like these don't you." She was holding her breasts and added a little wiggle for emphasis.
"I kind of love them." I was smiling, not really knowing where this was going.
"They're kind of soft and firm at the same time." She was examining them, tilting them back and forth. "They feel so warm right now." She looked back into my eyes. "I wonder what it would feel like if I wrapped them around your cock." My hips jerked a bit as I realized where this was going. I had no idea what it was going to feel like, but God, I wanted to know! "First we have to make sure it will slide really well." Without warning Mia dropped her lips over my manhood and took me half way into her mouth. Both of my hands squeezed a fist full of sheet as I strained not to cum under the surprise attack. I felt her tongue coat the underside of my shaft. I locked my legs, trying my best to hold off and wait for the breasts. She slowly raised off my tool, swirling her tongue around the crown. She drooled down the shaft, and her lips left the tip.
"Oh, I think it will slide real well now." She looked me in the eye and lowered her breasts over my groin. I could have cum right there. I felt a tinge of release, and I knew if I let it go, it was all over. Just the thought of what was about to happen was becoming too much. She smiled at me. "I think you're going to like this." Mia squeezed her breast together and enveloped my rod in feminine warmth. I was in heaven. The sensation was so visually stimulating I wasn't sure I could take any movement at all.
Mia began to massage my cock with her breasts. On every down-stroke, the head would poke up under her chin, and I would grunt. I gripped the sheets harder, and my neck was straining. I was trying desperately not to move my hips. I wanted it to last longer. Mia ended it. In a soft sultry voice I could barely hear, she said, "Cum for me." My hips started jerking, and I watched my cock explode cum under her chin. The head disappeared between her tits, and I felt myself fill her cleavage. My whole body felt like it was part of the climax. Every cell was happy at that exact moment. When the crown reappeared, it was a glistening mess, and I pulsed another, smaller shot under her neck.
My spasms slowly wound down, and Mia unwrapped my manhood. Her neck and cleavage were covered in jism. My cock was a happy drippy mess. Mia started laughing as she looked down at her chest. God, I loved that laugh.
"Someone really likes my titties." she said as she wiggled them at me. I pulled her down to me. I didn't care how messy she was, I needed to give my future wife a kiss.
"You are by far the best thing to ever happen to me." I slid her lips up to mine for a short peck. "How about a shower? We have a lot of work tomorrow." I was playing with her hair as I talked. She raised herself up on her elbows and looked at the walls.
"Can I redecorate? Monica's color pallet is a bit boring." She smiled at me. I liked the idea of her taking ownership of the place.
"Mrs. Tomlinson, it's your house, and you can have it any way you want." I reached down and squeezed her butt for emphasis. "We can call painters tomorrow."
"I just thought we could go to the hardware store and paint it ourselves." She was looking thoughtful. "Kind of makes it more ours when we do it ourselves." A wonderful vision suddenly appeared in my head.
"If we were naked, we wouldn't have to ruin any clothes." I was imagining her climbing ladders as I tried to hold back a smile.
"Well, aren't you the kinky one." She poked me in the ribs. "But no sex until the room is done." She didn't hold back her smile. She seemed to like the idea. I was hoping it didn't take too long to paint a room. "Let's take that shower, stud. You're as sloppy as I am now."
I awoke to the smell of coffee wafting from the kitchen. Mia was already up and going. I grabbed my robe and headed to the kitchen. Mia was wearing a new white robe that was just sheer enough that you knew she was naked but not fully see-through. I couldn't believe that I would be waking up to that vision from now on. Life was good.
"Good morning, sleepy head!" She was extra cheerful. I thought she might be a morning person, God help me. She poured me a cup of joe and set it on the counter. "I hope I didn't wake you. You looked pretty comfy in bed."
"Nope. That robe looks really good on you." I grabbed my cup and smiled. Mia twirled around.
"Why, thank you Mr. Tomlinson." She smiled back and grabbed her own cup of coffee.
I looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was after eight. I sat down and yanked my phone free of its charger. "No time like the present." I said. Mia sat down next to me. I dialled up Bob Farring.
"Good morning Bob, it's Dale Tomlinson. I got you on speaker with Mia Perez." Mia smiled at me. She liked that I wasn't excluding her.
"Is Monica not well, Mr. Tomlinson?" He was once again confused as to why I was talking with him directly. Mia covered her mouth, trying to hold back a chuckle.
"No, I am sure Monica is just fine. This doesn't concern her." I paused a moment to let that sink in. "I am considering an investment in a small chemical company called Gem Works. I was hoping I could get you to find out if they have any interest in new capital." I knew they would beg, borrow or steal if they could.
"Of course. What kind of timeline are you looking at." I wish I was there to see his face.
"Today." I think I heard a cup hit the floor.
"That is not a lot of time for our due diligence, Mr. Tomlinson." I could hear the panic in his voice. He didn't want to be a party to some failed venture of mine.
"Bob, I'll be honest with you. I'm not really interested in the viability of the company although, on the surface, it does have strong possibilities. I want to purchase leverage over an employee of the firm." I let that sink in. "He treated someone I love very badly, and I want to make sure he never does it again."
"I don't know if I can be involved in some blackmail scheme." I have honest lawyers. Who knew?
"It's my fiancé, Bob. It's pretty personal." I heard other things fall to the floor. Mia choked back another laugh.
"Mr. Tomlinson, this is kind of a surprise. A person of your stature should have contracts drawn up before considering a commitment like marriage." I would never insult Mia with a pre-nup. I would rather she just kill me off if that was her will.
"Sorry Bob, I'm winging it on love alone." Mia blew me a kiss. "Bob, meet my fiancé Mia Perez." I heard more stuff falling to the floor.
"I'm sorry Ms. Perez. I didn't want to insinuate you had any bad intentions." He fumbled his way through the whole sentence. It was becoming a bad morning for him.
"I wouldn't expect you to advise him any other way, Bob." Mia chimed in perfectly. "I for one appreciate your loyalty." She paused for a moment. "This employee Dale was speaking about has a habit of tricking women on to his boat and forcing them to engage in sexual activity with numerous partners. I barely got away myself."
"Ms. Perez, this sounds like a police matter. Possibly a lawsuit if he has any assets." He was a good man and wasn't interested in a roundabout route. I looked at Mia and shrugged my shoulders, informing her I didn't care how much she told him. She sighed.
"Can I tell you something in confidence, Bob?" She was looking intently at the phone.
"Yes. As your lawyer, you are entitled to my confidence." I really wished I was in his office.
"A week ago, I was a prostitute addicted to heroin." She didn't even flinch. Our love was solid as a rock. There was silence on the other end. Not even breathing. "Bob?" Mia asked.
"Um... ah... I can see why involving the courts could be a bit problematic." He started to recover. "May I ask what your intention is with respect to this employee?" He was trying to gauge how deep he would have to go.
"I intend to hold his job over his head. He either stops these parties, or his family finds out why I fired him." I took a breath. "He tricked me into purchasing the boat that Mia escaped in under the threat of grand theft. I will expect him donate an equivalent sum to a charity of our choice."
"Legally, you can fire him for his illegal acts on or off the job. The forced donation is pushing into a darker realm of the law." He paused, obviously thinking. "You say he has done this before?"
"He calls them 'water bang parties.' Frank Talbot researched it for us." I thought adding Frank might ease his mind a bit.
"Well I never knew Frank to be incorrect. Is it possible for you to refer to the donation as a suggested repentance or some other similar phrasing?" Wow!, He's good. Trying to stay just this side of the law.
"Now I know why Monica trusts you so much, Bob. We will take your advice and make it a suggestion." Mia was smiling. I think she liked Bob also. "Will you be able to run point?"
"I would be happy to." He was satisfied we weren't going to break the law.
"I don't want any control, just a straight percentage interest in the company. I will speak to the CEO personally about the other issue. There is no need for you to get involved directly in the aspect. Just get me a phone call with him." I was afraid Gem Works wouldn't take me seriously if I cold-called them.
"I will call you back in an hour or two, Mr. Tomlinson." He hung up and went to work. I took another sip of my coffee and looked at Mia.
"Having a lot of money is kind of exciting." She smiled and sipped her own cup.
An hour and a half later Bob called back, "Brian Fitzgerald is waiting for your call, Mr. Tomlinson. He is looking for a five million dollar investment and he has agreed to a 30% ownership, which after a cursory look at the books seems to be proper." He paused. "You will be the second largest holder. Mr. Fitzgerald will hold 42% after the sale."
"Bob, you are the miracle worker we were looking for. I am going to close the deal, then you can finalize the paperwork." I was very pleased with the results.
"Monica called this morning. She has gotten wind of you dealing directly with us. I suspect she is friends with the receptionist." Bob seemed a bit strained by the change in protocol. "I haven't called her back yet. Is she aware of what is happening?" Mia started giggling. I had to look away so I didn't catch it.
"She isn't aware of any of this yet. I would appreciate it if you kept her in the dark." I wanted to be the one to tell her. This time I will be in the room. "You're free to tell her we spoke."
"Whatever happened between you two, Sir, I want you to know she has always acted in your best interest." Bob is loyal too. I am really liking this guy.
"Monica is my second favorite woman on this planet, Bob," I chuckled. "I am just making her sweat a bit. She deservedly put me in my place, but she never envisioned the results." I smiled at Mia and she patted my arm. "I owe her a lot more than she knows. I just have to be in the room when she finds out."
"Okay then, silence it is. She is going to press, of course. I hope you'll let her know that I was under direct orders." Bob seemed a bit more relieved.
"I will be happy to let her know. Your loyalty is impressive, Bob." He was quickly becoming another favorite person of mine. "Mia and I are going take short trip this weekend. When we return, I want you to set us up as beneficiaries of each other's wills and gather whatever signatures you need to make sure that Mia has the same access to our assets as I do."
"Mia Perez or Mia Tomlinson?" He was on the ball.
"Tomlinson." Mia answered. She wrapped her hand around my waist.
"Congratulations to both of you. I will have everything ready on your return." He didn't even mention a pre-nup again. I like people who don't try to beat a dead horse.
"Bob, from now on my name is Dale." I hung up before he argued that one. I pulled Mia in close and kissed her.
"You know he might be right about the pre-nup. It would make everyone else feel better." Mia was trying to be realistic. I was done being realistic.
"Nope, I am all in. If you murder me for my money, it's on me." I smiled pulling her closer.
"And pass up on nude painting. Do you think I'm insane?" She gave me a passionate kiss.
I called up Brian Fitzgerald at Gem Works.
"Mr. Tomlinson, I was rather surprised when your associate called." He sounded a bit non-trusting.
"Please, call me Dale. I understand I can buy 30% of Gem Works for five million. I am interested as Bob must have informed you." I was going to let greed take its course.
"It is the speed of the transaction that concerns me, Dale. These things usually take months. You want to move in hours." Damn, I got a non-greedy one. Time for truth.
"I have two stipulations to the purchase. They are the real reason. If you agree, the company has the funds it needs to grow. I will hold for a minimum of ten years. No other strings attached." This was a no-bullshit guy.
"Name them." Yep, no bullshit.
"Kyle Gladstone will get a 20% raise." I forestalled the next question. "His actions allowed someone I love to avoid a horrible outcome. He needn't know where it came from."
"He's a good kid... Done. What's the other?" That was easy.
"The other concerns Thomas Patterson." This one might be bit tougher.
"What do you want with that pompous ass?" Might not be as tough as I thought.
"He was the cause of the horrible outcome." I let that sink in. "I want to be able to fire him, and I want you to let him know I can do it."
"Well, that's an easy yes. May I ask what the horrible outcome was?" That went better than expected.
"It's better that you don't know. You might fire him on the spot." Brian sounded like a guy who might have him beaten first. "He will either quit or become a model employee when I am done with him."
"He must have really pissed you off to spend five millions to get a hold on him?" He was chuckling. "I would have let you have him for a lot less."
"Oh, I still consider this an investment, Brian. If your expansion works as expected, I win twice." I didn't want him to think I just throw money down the drain.
"It will work. I'll double you in five years." He was extremely confident. "My lawyers are talking with yours. I trust we can sign by the end of the week."
"I will give my lawyer power to sign and distribute the funds immediately. As soon as your lawyers are happy, it's done." I should have just given him a check and shook his hand.
"Great, I'll have Patterson in my office at 3:00. Call me at 3:10, and I'll leave you two alone." He was chuckling again. "It sure is good doing business with you, Dale."
"Same here, Brian." we disconnected.
Mia and I went shopping. We let the store clerk talk us into way too many painting implements, and we picked paint for two rooms. Mia had a terrible time trying to pick the colors. She finally narrowed it down to five and made me pick the winner. I made it look like I was considering them carefully. I actually did "eeny, meeny, miny, moe" in my mind. Two of the colors were so close, I couldn't even tell the difference. That choice made, she picked accent colors. I couldn't wait to paint.
We spent a few hours at a travel agent. Mia wanted this part to be perfect. I couldn't believe she even suggested it. She hit a home run as far as I was concerned.
The grocery store was a lot more fun. We got to find out a lot about what we like and dislike. We were totally compatible in the meat department, but polar opposites when it came to vegetables. We both loved ice cream although we had to compromise on mint chocolate chip. I snuck some chocolate syrup into the cart. When I thought we were done, she took me back to the vegetables and grabbed the broccoli that I had pooh-poohed earlier. I was told it was good for me, and if she had to serve it off her breasts to get me to eat it, she would. Broccoli was looking better all the time.
At 3:10 we called Gem Works. I was put through to Brian Fitzgerald's office. "Hello..." It was a very unsure greeting.
"Mr. Patterson, this is Dale Tomlinson along with Mia Perez." I made it sound pretty snobby.
"I am not sure what is happening here, Mr. Tomlinson." He sounded a bit scared. Brain must have shaken him up a bit.
"I assume that Mr. Fitzgerald explained the position you're in?" I wanted to keep the pressure on.
"I have been informed, but I don't understand. I don't even know you, Mr. Tomlinson." This guy must be a complete idiot.
"You should, I bought you a boat a week ago." Let's see if that jogs his memory.
"That was you? I thought the bitch that stole it paid for the new one." He wasn't very good at connecting the dots. Pompous ass was a very good description of him. Time to see how much of his foot he can fit into his mouth. Mia was fuming.
"Mr. Patterson, I am going to turn this over to my fiancé, and if you call her bitch one more time I will make it my mission to ruin your life." God! I wish I was in the room. There was complete silence on the other side.
"Mr. Patterson, do you now have a better understanding about what is going on?" Mia's face was quite serious as she brought him to reality.
"Yes." Only one word. He was beginning to understand where he stood.
"I understand that you are married, and that it is your father's boat that you use for your water bang parties?" Mia was keeping the pressure on, making sure he knew that we knew everything. She needed this retribution. There was silence on the other end. "Is that information correct, Mr. Patterson?" She wasn't going to make it easy on him.
"Yes. Look, things got a bit out—" Mia wasn't interested in what he thought.
"I am sure you don't want your family to become aware of your parties." She continued in a terse tone. "Those parties and anything that even smells like them are over. We just spent five million to get this far. Imagine what we could do if we made it our life's work to ruin you." Mia was getting into it. There was more silence for his side. "Do we have an understanding, Mr. Patterson?"
"Yes." He was back to one word answers.
"To make the ramifications fully clear: you lose your job, and your family finds out why. I accept a prostitution charge, and you fight attempted gang rape and kidnapping charges. Your perverted friends go down the drain with you. I can be quite convincing when I'm sober Mr. Patterson." I liked mean-Mia —as long as her ire isn't directed at me.
"I understand." He graduated to two words. He sounded like he wanted this to end.
"You lied to the police and forced my future husband to buy your dad a new boat." She was smiling a bit now. "I should think you would feel really guilty about that. I think an act of contrition would ease your soul a bit. Maybe a donation in the amount of $33,781 to the East Side Clinic in the care of Dr. Williams would make you feel a bit better. Did you get that, Mr. Patterson."
"$33,781, East Side Clinic, Dr. Williams" He didn't sound too happy about it.
"If you do decide to make the donation by the end of the week, I know I would feel better about your soul." Mia threw in a timeline on her own. She was a smart girl. I smiled at her forethought. I decided to jump back in.
"Mr. Fitzgerald and I will be discussing your status on a regular basis. I really hope you're not one of those deadweight employees. I have a lot invested in Gem Works and I wouldn't want it hindered by anyone I have taken a special interest in." I tried to make it sound a bit menacing. I was just trying to throw a bone to Brian. I didn't want him stuck with a useless asshole.
"I understand. You won't have to talk with me again." He sounded contrite. I know it was due to fear, but it was nice to hear it all the same. Mia ended the call.
"Have a nice day, Mr. Patterson." I hit the disconnect. Mia jumped into my arms. "A week ago I was powerless against that jerk. Today he was cowering at our feet. I felt like I was punching him in the face for every girl he has done that to." She smothered me with kisses. "We're like superheroes. We need to buy capes or something." She started bouncing around twirling in circles. Her happiness was worth way more than five million.
"We have one more call to make, Mia." I smiled as the final stage of our plans was about to unfold. "You have to be quiet for this one." I dialled Monica’s number.
"Monica, It's Dale Tomlinson." I tried to sound like my pre-Mia self.
"Hello, Mr. Tomlinson." She didn't sound like her normal confident and efficient self.
"Ms. Perez is not on the street and is off heroin now. I trust your husband hasn't left you." I was having a hard time trying to sound stern. Mia was smiling.
"No sir, I'm sorry about that. I was just a —" I interrupted.
"I have a rather large business deal to complete in Las Vegas in two days. It involves a significant portion of my assets. I want a private charter. There is a possibility of extra passengers." I had to get Mia on the plane without her knowing.
"Meeting time." Efficient Monica was back.
"3 pm." I pulled the time out of my ass.
"Hotel preference." I told her to choose one on the main strip.
"I will send the itinerary to your email as usual, Sir." She was about to hang up.
"Monica, I am going to need you there." I couldn't imagine her saying no.
"Yes, Sir. I will meet you there." She dropped the line.
Now all I had to do was find someone to marry Mia and me at 3 pm. I really should have taken care of that first, but what the hell, it's Vegas.
Two hours later I had a full itinerary on my phone. Limo service to and from the airports and a suite of rooms at the Bellagio. I called up the Bellagio and they had no problem setting up the wedding. Turns out they have chapels on site. It's Vegas, baby! Mia and I called Dr. Williams and talked him into joining us for the weekend. Once he heard that Monica was coming, still unaware of the situation, he was on board wholeheartedly.
We woke the next morning with two goals: pack for our trip the next day and paint a room. We choose the smallest spare bedroom to start. Since neither of us had painted in a long time, it seemed prudent to start small.
We removed all of the furniture and outlet covers then covered the carpeting with drop cloths and taped around a few fixtures. After we brought in all our implements and the ladder, we stripped.
Mia had agreed to do most of the edging, and I was going to handle most of the rolling. We both started edging first before I could fill it in with the roller. I had made sure that Mia was on the ladder doing the ceiling edging while I started on the baseboard. The view was spectacular. Mia was trying to keep me on task, but my eyes kept moving back to that tushy on the ladder.
When you are re-learning to paint, you have a tendency to get paint all over yourself. When you're horny and re-learning, you get paint on your dick. Mia laughed when she saw what I had done. She climbed down from her perch and wiped me with a wet rag. My cock twitched a bit as she wiped off the rest of the paint. She chuckled.
"No sex till the room is done." She gave my dick a little kiss and climbed back up the ladder. Well you can't kiss a guy’s dick and then use the words "no sex." I was aroused, and I felt our naked painting agreement might need some re-negotiation. I started using her can of paint to fill my brush. Every time I needed a refill, I would stand up to reach up to the ladder tray and dip. This would allow my free hand to roam over the back of her thighs and tweak her butt.
"Stop that! You're going to make me screw this up." Mia was smiling so I knew she wasn't too serious. Every few moments, I would return for more paint and leave a small caress in my wake. She stopped complaining and just let me have my little feels. When I finished the current wall's baseboard, I dipped my brush to begin moving up the corner. Just before I returned to the wall I very lightly scraped my fingertips along the inside of her knee. Her knee collapsed inward, and I saw her brush slip and slightly paint ceiling.
"I can't believe you just did that." Mia turned with what I could only describe as an evil smile. "You know what that does to me." I saw the brush headed for me but didn't react in time. She caught me on the shoulder and bicep, a big lavender blotch on my arm. I didn't even think before I reacted. I slapped my brush on her left butt cheek. I had forgotten I had just dipped it back in the paint. I covered my mouth to hide my grin as I began moving backward. Mia's lips formed a large 'O' as she watched the large splat of paint begin to run down her thigh.
Mia's paintbrush went back into the bucket. When she withdrew it, half her hand was covered and it was dripping all over the ladder and drop cloth as she descended. I had no choice; I started for the door.
"If you want me to marry you, you had better stay right here in this room!" She was smiling as she inched toward me led by the heavily soaked brush. I knew she would still marry me if I ran, but I felt I had to prove my love. I stood my ground and raised my brush in the en-garde position. I circled around the room slowly trying to keep my distance from the loaded brush. She moved with me, cutting me off and allowing less and less space to move. I had no choice; I attacked. I went over her arm and straight for her breasts. The brush barely touched before her free hand grabbed the top half of the wooden handle and steered it away.
"Men always go for the breasts," she laughed. Then she swiped. She started low on my stomach and dragged the brush up across my chest and finished at the base of my neck. It was seriously cold paint. I sucked in my breath and let go of my brush. She had them both now. I raised my hands.
"I surrender." I could feel the paint beginning to drip. Mia just smirked. I think she was under the impression that we weren't even yet. She pointed to the floor with one of the brushes.
"On your knees when you beg for forgiveness!" She indicated the floor again when I didn't move quickly enough. I dropped to my knees.
"I'm sorry for teasing you." I didn't really sound sorry because I wasn't. Mia moved directly in front of me, her pussy inches from my face.
"For penance, you will now pleasure me." I looked into her eyes and all I saw was love. My hands were full of paint so I knew it was tongue only. I reached up and pulled her forward by her buns forgetting that one was covered in fresh paint. I felt paint drip on the back of my arm from the soaked brush she still held. My tongue dragged across her dry slit as Mia spread her legs to give me more room. I forced my tongue to split her lips and open her flower. I tasted the beginning of wetness. More paint dripped on to my back as Mia shifted her weight to give me more access. I drove my tongue deeper and dragged my hands down her thighs, one pulling wet paint. I heard a quiet moan from above as my mouth moved a bit higher.
Mia dropped the brushes and moved her hands behind my neck. I felt paint dripping down my back as she pulled me in tighter. Her pussy was becoming wetter as I massaged the back of her knees with my hands. I moved my mouth higher and lightly licked both sides of her hood, trying to coax her clit out of hiding. Mia moaned again and slowly dropped to the floor. I followed her down, never losing contact with her moist opening. She grabbed my arms and pulled me up over her body. "I want you inside me." She was breathing harder. I pushed her hair out of her face with the wrong hand and left a trail to paint on her cheek.
I knew her body now. I knew every inch. I guided my cock to her opening and slowly inserted the head. I felt her hips shift to allow me a better angle. I held her head steady with both hands, accidentally painting one side. I locked onto her eyes, "I love you, Mrs. Tomlinson." and I slowly inserted myself into her until our pelvises met. I remembered the feeling of her grinding into me in the pool. I knew what she liked. I lowered my hips a bit rubbed my groin into hers. It felt the same and Mia's head fell back with a groan.
I withdrew and slowly re-entered. When we met again, I shifted my hips down and ground my way back up. "Oh God, Dale!" Mia's neck was tightening up, and I felt tremors beginning to build. I felt like a king. I loved making her body react. I withdrew and returned again. The grind this time generated shaking in her legs. I knew she was close. I was waiting for her. I withdrew again, and when I returned, she grabbed my ass and pulled me in tight. She started grinding herself into me as spasms ripped through her body. Her breathing was a set of halting groans as I felt her muscles tighten. I exploded, my hips grinding of their own accord. Our pleasure took over our humanity as we struggled like wild animals. I came again, and Mia groaned louder as I felt her pussy clamp down. I realized I was also groaning as the last spasm ripped through my body. I wanted to collapse, but Mia was still grinding in a world of her own. My muscles wouldn't cooperate so I just let her spend herself on my hips.
Mia collapsed onto the paint covered tarp. She looked at me and started laughing. I collapsed next to her, my dick reluctantly leaving its precious home. We were covered in paint. There was more on us than on the walls. Mia grabbed my face and kissed me hard. "No more naked painting." She was still trying to catch her breath.
"Sorry Mia, you just looked too damn sexy on that ladder." I knew I was the instigator. I also knew I would do it again. Mia dipped her finger into the wet bristles of the soaked brush and found an unpainted part of stomach. She finger painted "Mia's" on to my body and kissed me again. I liked that she owned me. I caressed the side of her head with my clean hand.
I looked around the room and was hit with a thought. "Mia, what if we make this our yesterday room?" She looked at me kind of funny. "We can hang our pictures of Grandma, Adrian and Carlos. Then we can come in here to remember. The rest of the house will be for the now-us." She was smiling when I was done.
"That's a lovely idea." She stroked my arm. "You have a good heart, Dale." She cuddled in close, and I felt our paint start to mix. "Yes, that's a perfect use for this room." She kissed me on the ear which sounded a lot louder than it felt. We lay in the paint for a while longer enjoying the closeness.
"We better shower and pack." Mia offered up the plan. I agreed and helped her to her feet. I closed up the paint and grabbed the brushes to wash them out. We only got about half the edging done on one wall. Naked painting isn't productive at all. I smiled as I put both brushes in one hand and palmed the wet bristles with the other. "I'll meet you in the shower," she said, not really looking at me. I moved in close for quick kiss, and when our lips met, I grabbed her boob with my paint covered hand.
"You're right, we always go for the breasts." I smiled as I headed to the utility sink. Mia now had a lavender hand print that covered the majority of her boob.
"This is not over by a long shot, Mister," I heard as I proudly headed down the hall trying not to drip. I have been pretty happy with the punishment so far. Getting tortured with sex can be so cruel.
Monica's itinerary was flawless as usual. We were in Vegas by 9 am and in our rooms by 10. I hustled Mia and Bob out to one of the fancy dress shops in the hotel before they could accidently run into Monica. The store had my card and instructions to make Mia beautiful. Bob was going to roam the strip and pick up Mia just before 3 and meet me in the chapel. I went back up to room. I just had to keep a straight face for a few more hours.
At exactly noon, there was a knock at my door. I tried my best to pull my mind away from my new happiness. I needed to hide everything for a bit longer. I rose from the chair on the second set of knocks and opened the door. It was, of course, Monica.
"Hello, Mr. Tomlinson. I just got in from the airport.
" She seemed a bit flustered. She tried to nonchalantly look past me. I think she got wind that I did not fly up alone. I opened the door wider and stood aside. Monica walked in without instructions. I walked to the small sitting area and took a seat. She followed and took the other.
"I will admit that operating without you is fairly difficult, Monica." I was sounding stern. I was a bit proud of my acting.
"I want to apologize for my actions, Sir. I was a bit overwrought at the time." She was trying to find out how much damage she had caused. I am sure she feared a drop in her living standard. "I had no right to demand anything of you. You have never failed to reward me for my services." I smiled inside. She was thinking I might be trying to replace her. I held up the palm of my hand.
"No. That woman saved my life. I owed her one of her own. I see that now." I had to look away from Monica. I was afraid I would start laughing. "I'm not sure I appreciate your methods, but the results are as they should be."
"Mr. Tomlinson, I fear I might have damaged our relationship." She was sounding like business, but her eyes looked like pleading. "I never really thought it would go this far." She was sweating on the inside.
"I do believe our relationship has changed, Monica." I paused for a moment. "Only time will tell how much it has changed." I had to look away again. I had forgotten how to look aloof.
"I regret that it has, Sir. Prior to this incident, I have never failed to work in your best interests." She was really beginning to sweat. I was almost ready to cave, but I just didn't want to spoil the surprise.
"Bob ceaselessly reminded me when I was setting up this deal." There, I kept my promise to Bob. "I am, however, concerned where his loyalty really lies." Monica's head dropped to the floor. I had to end this soon before she suffered too much.
"It's to you, Sir." Monica's emotions were getting a bit too involved in her voice. "I got wind of your actions, and Bob ignored my queries. I'm sorry again, Mr. Tomlinson, I felt a little left out of it all." Whoa, she was starting to take it personally. I had to end this. I stood up.
"Meet me downstairs at the front desk at 2:45." I started walking toward the door. Monica realized she was being dismissed and followed. "We will discuss this again after the meeting." I opened the door and she walked out. I closed the door and sighed. I may have taken it a bit far. I glanced through the peephole, and she was just standing there with her hand over her eyes. Yes, maybe a bit too far...
At 2:40 I was downstairs, dressed in my finest suit. It was actually my only suit. I had to wait exactly five minutes for Monica. She looked dressed for business, but I noticed her eyes were a bit red. Shit, I let it get a bit far. As soon as she walked up to me I turned and headed to the chapel. I figured if I walked faster, time might jump ahead with me. We turned down a couple of halls and passed a sign that said "Chapels" with an arrow pointing in the direction we were headed. Monica did a double-take but followed along.
We entered a lounge with a few doors to different chapels. I entered the chapel I had reserved, and Monica followed more slowly. "I don't understand, Mr. Tomlinson. The meeting is in the Wedding Chapel?" Leading her on like this was frustrating. I snapped accidentally.
"Just wait here, Monica!" I indicated a chair by the door. I saw her eyes begin to water as she sat slowly in the chair. Time needed to speed up a bit faster. I walked to the front of the chapel and spoke quietly with the man who would perform the service. A moment later I heard Monica behind me. It was the first time I had ever heard her distraught in my life.
"If you're going to fire me, you could have done it over the phone." I turned to face her and was shocked to see mascara following tears down her face. I felt her pain in my chest.
"Monica, I'm not going ..." My words caught in my throat. Mia walked in and she was simply stunning. I didn't think a woman could look so good. Her long hair was pulled back and to the right by a rich red ribbon. Two red roses were over her left ear highlighting the lacy white dress that flowed over her curves. The dress was bound by a red belt that tied in a bow on the left. She was holding a small bouquet of red roses. "Beautiful," I said by instinct as I stared at my future wife. Mia smiled and the whole image glowed brighter.
Monica heard my word, saw my smile and followed my eyes. Mia's expression changed immediately. "Dale!" She started hurrying forward to Monica. "What did you do to her?" Monica's mouth was wide open; mascara was all over her cheeks. She kept looking back and forth between Mia and myself.
"It went too far. She thought I was going to fire her." I was pleading my case to deaf ears.
"Ahh, Monica, I'm so sorry it came to this." Mia wrapped Monica in her arms. Monica was still in shock, and I don't think she even recognized Mia.
"I was about to tell her when you walked in ..." I didn't want Mia upset with me on our wedding day.
"Well you should have told her sooner." She started rubbing Monica's back. "You probably had her in tears all day." She sat Monica on a nearby chair and looked back at the smiling Wally. "Wally, grab some water and a towel or something." He left, chuckling. Monica's mouth was still standing open. "Well, tell her, Dale. I won't have any tears at our wedding." Monica's mouth opened wider. Mia's hands were on her hips, waiting for me to comply. I softened my voice as I dropped to one knee in front of Monica.
"You remember Mia Perez, Monica." I smiled trying to make sure she understood I had no ill will. "We kind of hit it off during the detox." I grabbed one of Mia's hands off her hip. "We're getting married today, and I needed you here as a witness." Monica mouth was still wide open, looking between Mia’s face and mine. I gently took hold of Monica's hand. "Are you alright?" I heard Wally re-enter the chapel.
"You've known her for a week." Monica looked back to me. "You don't like anybody." I laughed and patted her hand.
"I assure you, I love this woman more than life itself" I smiled at Mia who dropped her other hand off her hip and smiled back.
"I didn't even know you could smile." Monica was still in shock. Wally exchanged the water and towel for Mia's bouquet. Mia sat down next to Monica.
"Your mascara is a bit askew." Mia dipped the end of the towel in the water and began wiping the worst of it off her face.
"Making me take care of Mia was the best thing you could have done for me." I stood back up. "I needed her as much as she needed me."
"I never met the Dale you know." Mia kept cleaning Monica's face as she talked. "I fell in love with a very tender man with a strange SpaghettiOs fixation." Monica laughed at that. Leave it to Mia to move us past the tears. Wally leaned down near Monica.
"These two share a very compatible type of insanity." He chuckled again.
"You see, Monica, I have no intention of firing you. You are my second favorite woman on this whole planet." I smiled at her, figuring that should settle it. I saw tears welling up in her eyes. She jumped up and wrapped her arms around me and started bawling. I looked at Mia for help, and she was crying too. I looked at Wally.
"I knew this would be an insane wedding." Wally started chuckling again. I was beginning to think he was a bit on the insane side.
Once the girls had fixed their makeup, the wedding went off without a hitch. Mia surprised me with a little poetic vow about me pulling her from a pit of darkness into "my heart full of light." I had to think fast, and I could see in her eyes that this was payback for a handful of paint.
"Mia, before you entered my life, I thought love was only a word for poets." I smiled into her eyes. "I now know poets are just souls who ache for what I have through you. You are my ocean, my waves. You are my SpaghettiOs." I heard a whimper from Monica and I saw the water in Mia's eyes. Wally was holding back another chuckle.
Mia and I took our witnesses out to dinner after the wedding to celebrate. We spent the entire dinner laughing and telling Monica all that had happened over the last week. We were into our fourth bottle of wine when Mia decided to give her gift to Monica.
"Dale told me why you made him take care of me." Mia was glowing. "I felt bad that my thoughtless husband would do such a thing." I interrupted.
"Hey, I didn't know you then!" Mia smacked me lightly in the shoulder.
"A tenth anniversary only comes around once. It deserves to be recognized." Mia looked at me like I might forget some future event. "We wanted to buy you a second honeymoon to make amends." Mia smiled handing an envelope over to Monica.
Monica opened the envelope with wide eyes. "Oh my God!" she said as she looked at the three-week cruise to the islands and South America.
"And everything is planned." Mia was all jumpy. "I wanted to make sure you didn't have to think about a thing, just like when you take care of Dale." Mia was really proud of herself. "Dale cleared the time with Charlie's boss, and I'll make sure Dale doesn't try and call during the trip." Monica started tearing up again.
"Oh my gosh, guys! This is amazing!" Monica was wiping the tears from her eyes. Mia hugged her and started crying too. You would have thought we were poking them with burning sticks.
I was excited, because I saw the desert tray heading our way. I slipped the pastry chef a hundred to make something special for me. The waiter went around, delivering the desert, leaving Wally for last. I was getting antsy. The waiter smiled at me and reached under the tray and pulled out a small top-hat-shaped cake. It was perfect. He placed it in front of Wally, who for once looked very confused.
"I don't think this is what I ordered.
" He looked up at the waiter who just smiled and nodded at me.
"I quote: 'If you two are friends at the end if this I'll eat my hat.' " My timing was perfect. Mia burst out laughing which infected all of us. To his credit, Wally ate the entire thing. I think he liked being the center of attention even if it was a joke at his expense.
Over coffee, Monica was whispering to Mia. Monica reached into her purse and removed what looked like an old envelope that had seen better days. Monica looked at me. "I made a promise a few years back that earlier today, I thought I would have to break." Her eyes were getting watery. "I think I was planning to throw this at you, Dale." She was indicating the envelope, half smiling and half crying. Women were becoming confusing again. "Now, I get to keep that promise." She handed the envelope to Mia, and then wiped some tears from her eyes.
Mia seemed a little confused too. The envelope didn't have any markings and seemed to contain more than just paper. She broke the seal and looked inside, and I saw her eyes well up. I tried to see what was inside as she pulled out a single folded piece of paper. Mia opened it and began to cry which was echoed by Monica. They hugged each other.
I reached over and looked into the envelope. My eyes began to water as I looked at my Grandma's butterfly broach. Mia handed me the letter and hugged me as I read:
To whom ever has found my Dale's heart,
Please take care of it. It is very precious to me.
Love,
Eleanor.
THE END