Revealing Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #3) (8 page)

"What?"

"Do you think I should have it bleached? Is it
too dark?"

"Your ass hole?" he asked incredulously. He
glanced to her face, she nodded, and then he slowly returned his
gaze to the screen as he replied, "I think it looks fine."

"Fine?"

"I mean it looks cute. I don't think it's too
dark or anything. It's pink. I like it."

"Really?"

Victoria paused. "You can have the picture if
you want."

"Why would I want a picture of your ass?"

"I figured you did such a good job sketching my
pussy that you might want to sketch my ass too."

Brian said, "Gee thanks, but if we're done with
your ass can I see the pictures of my fiancée?"

She rolled her eyes. "You really are no fun." As
Victoria flipped from picture to picture he was blown away. There
were more than one hundred shots, all sexy, with varying degrees of
explicitness. None of them appeared tasteless.

He smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "You are
amazing. This is just what I need."

"Great."

"How the hell did you get her to do this?"

"I asked what she was going to get you for a
wedding present and after she told me, I told her it was the
dumbest present ever."

"Yeah, then…"

"Then I told her I read about this woman who did
a sexy photo shoot layout for her husband as a gift."

"She believed that?"

Victoria grinned as she said, "After a lot of
alcohol and compliments." He nodded as she continued, "She wouldn't
be the first woman to fall for the old casting couch, but she's
probably the most intelligent though."

Brian chuckled. "Is there anything you can't get
someone to do?"

She gave him a smug look, "Not that I know
of."

Victoria popped the card out of the computer and
handed it to him. He kissed her again on the cheek. She smiled and
then he said, "And your pussy and ass are gorgeous. I wouldn't
change a thing." She beamed as he walked away.

About an hour later, Victoria picked up the
phone and dialed. Jillian answered. "Victoria. So can I come see
the pictures?"

"Uh, I'm…I don’t know what happened. I'm a
complete moron. All the pictures are blurry. You can't even tell
what they are. It was the lighting or the camera settings or
something."

"Oh, no. Should we try again?"

"I don't think I'm going to be able to pull it
off."

Jillian sighed. "So what should I get him
now?"

"Oh that whole tennis thing sounds amazing."

"What?"

"The tennis vacation and racquets and all will
be perfect. He loves all that crap."

"But you said it was the worst gift ever. You
made me feel—"

"I did not," Victoria interrupted.

"You certainly did."

"I don't know what you're talking about. You
were drinking last night weren't you?"

"Yes, but—"

"You were drunk, right?"

"I wouldn't say—"

"Look I think the tennis idea is great. You
really should let this go. I might not have been completely on
board with it last night, but it’s starting to grow on me."

Jillian stared straight ahead completely lost.
"Oh, okay."

After six weeks of working long hours at his
first ever, real job, Rob was doing bench presses in the workout
room of the Blue Stone Apartments on a Sunday afternoon. He'd been
able to get some of his workouts in, but mostly at odd hours when
the gym was virtually empty. On this day, the room was crowded.
There were two other men in the room along with ten young women.
Some of the women were on treadmills, others were stretching, and a
few were using the weight machines, but all were gorgeous and
dressed in revealing, sexy outfits. Rob had forgotten about the
preworkout masturbation suggestion from Gary, and this was the
first day it really would have come in handy.

He and Gary stared at a woman with a perfect
body as she climbed onto a reverse leg curl machine and then
proceeded to put on a show. Rob moved his glance slowly back to
Gary. "Wow."

"I know, right. At least out here they wear
clothes."

"Rob scoffed. "What do you mean?"

"The steam room," Gary said like he should
already know about it. Rob stared back at him confused, and Gary
looked at him flabbergasted as he said, "Follow me."

Two minutes later, Rob and Gary were sitting in
the steam room with towels wrapped around their waists. They were
alone.

"I didn't know this was here. So, what, uh, they
come in here in their tiny towels?"

Gary just grinned at him, and then Rob said,
"I'm not sure I can handle that. I didn't jerk off like you
sug—"

Just then a completely naked gorgeous young
woman entered the room carrying her towel. Rob shut up as his jaw
dropped. Gary quickly opened up his towel then smiled at her.

"Hey, guys," she said.

Rob glanced down to Gary's display, and Gary
whispered, "Don't be shy, they don’t like it."

Rob quickly opened his towel; his penis had
built up a little size to it already due to the free show. Carl
Rodgers entered the room next unabashedly carrying his towel. His
nub of a penis displayed for all of them to see. Rob nearly grinned
but held back. Carl said, "Hey, boys."

"Mr. Rodgers," Rob said.

Gary said, "Hey, Carl."

Carl smiled and sat down really close to Rob.
"Call me Carl, Rob. We're naked for God's sake."

"Sorry, Carl."

Rob could feel Carl's eyes on his groin, and he
began to sweat deciding whether to cover up or move or just act
casual. He sat frozen as Carl said, "This steam room is a wonderful
way to relax."

Rob nodded quickly and then tried to focus on
not getting an involuntary erection. He glanced at the young woman;
she smiled at him and then leaned back and closed her eyes. Rob's
eyes traveled from her perfect breasts to her gorgeous pussy. His
mouth was wide open. Gary elbowed him in the ribs. Rob glared at
him, and Gary made a face that screamed knock it off. Rob struggled
to put on a casual expression.

Two more hot naked women entered. Carl's eyes
were all over them for a few seconds and then his gaze traveled
back to Rob's groin. Rob felt it go there. The women exchanged
greetings with the lucky guys and then took their places in the hot
steamy room. Rob ignored Carl and just casually enjoyed the view.
They all sat in the room for a few minutes until Carl said, "Rob, I
think I know a girl who would really like a guy like you." He
glanced once more into his lap. "Yeah, I really think you're her
type. Would you like to meet her?"

Rob paused. "Uh, sure."

"Great. I'll call you next time she's here."

"Cool."

Carl said, "I'll see you guys at the office."
They nodded to him, and he left the room. Rob raised his eyebrows
to Gary and he returned a look. A few minutes later, two more
gorgeous naked women strolled into the room and Rob glanced around
utterly mesmerized. He folded his towel up to partially cover his
groin as he vowed to workout during normal peak hours from now on,
but only after a quick jerk-off session, of course.

Rob went to his apartment and showered. He
slumped on his sofa depressed and thought about the fact that he
hadn’t had a single date since he’d moved to Orlando. He'd been too
busy, but here he was, surrounded by amazingly hot and seemingly
single women, and he wasn't dating any of them. He had talked to a
few of them, but none seemed interested enough for him to ask out.
He realized he hadn’t had sex since Kara and her roommate gave him
that spectacular blow job almost two months ago. He hadn't spoken
to Kara much since that amazing night, but he had seen her
occasionally by the pool.

Rob dressed in nice pair of shorts and a polo
shirt, slapped on some cologne, and then headed to Kara's
apartment. When she answered the door, she didn't appear all that
happy to see him. He walked in, and Kara led him to the sofa.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out some
night?" Rob asked.

"I kinda have a boyfriend."

"Oh, is that a new development or…"

She ignored the question and then asked him,
"How's work going?"

"Pretty good. The hours are long, but, uh—"

"Have you gotten one of those big bonus checks
yet?" she asked hopefully.

"No, not yet."

"When you do, let me know, and we'll
celebrate."

She stood and stared at him. He didn't get the
message, so she said, "My boyfriend is coming over soon, and I've
got to get ready."

"Sorry," Rob said, and then he headed for the
door.

Once he reached his apartment, Rob slumped on
the sofa depressed. He fell asleep but was blasted awake by his
cell phone ringing. He checked the display, and it was Laura. They
hadn’t spoken since the cruise. He waited for two more rings and
then answered casually.

"Yo."

"Rob?"

"Oh, hey, Laura."

"What are you doing?"

"Just lounging by the pool."

"I was, uh, driving back from Tampa, and I saw a
sign for Orlando and I just kinda turned off. I think I'm right by
your apartment building. Your mom gave me the address. Mind if I
stop by?"

He paused and then said quickly, "No, that would
be great. Just follow the path through the palm trees to the
pool."

"I'll see you in a few minutes."

Rob ended the call and then jumped up in a
panic. He ripped off his clothes as he ran to the bedroom.

Four minutes later, Rob was catching his breath
as he relaxed on a lounge chair near the pool. His breathing was
almost back to normal as Laura walked through the gate. She gazed
in awe at the bevy of tiny-bikinied super model types as they
frolicked around the pool. He waved; Laura spotted him and smiled
as she walked over.

He stood, and they hugged. Laura said, "I'm so
glad you were home. I would have felt like a complete moron."

"I can't believe you're here."

"Me either."

Both were ignoring the obvious issue of Rob
catching her blowing some other guy on the cruise ship, which led
to Rob punching the recipient of the blow job, a huge public
blowout between the young, volatile couple capped off by a return
to their cabin for a slight property-damaging argument. There were
eighteen complaints from passengers, a lawsuit threat from the guy
who received the punch, and enough damage to the cabin to get them
thrown off the ship on the island of St. Thomas. From there, they
took separate flights home and hadn’t spoken since.

"So how've you been," he asked.

"Good… good," she said. Then she glanced around
the pool area while shaking her head and added, "This place is so
nice." Laura scanned the crowd, raising her eyebrows to the fact
that there must have been twenty women compared to the three
guys.

"It's okay," he replied casually. "So you were
in Tampa?"

"Yeah, I was hanging out with some college
friends."

Several women walked past them and said hello to
Rob, he knew them all by name. Laura watched awestruck as one with
a particularly spectacular ass walked by with nothing more than a
string separating her cheeks. When Rob didn't even look at the
girl’s ass, Laura stared at him confused, "I shouldn't have stopped
by like this, you're probably busy."

"No, no. Can you stay for a while?"

"I can."

"We could just hang out here. There's a bar, and
we have this great carryout place like a block away."

"Awesome."

Twenty minutes later, Laura
had gone up to his apartment and changed into her bikini while he
went to pickup their dinner. They sat by the pool, eating, talking,
and drinking until the poolside bar closed at 11:30
P.M.
Neither of them
mentioned the cruise, blow jobs given to random guys, Natalie, nor
anything potentially negative. They just had a good time catching
up.

When they found themselves alone in the pool
area, they went into the water, but Laura found it too cold and
climbed out. As she was shivering, wrapped in a towel, he said,
"They have this amazing steam room here. We could go in and get
warmed up."

"Sounds good."

He led her inside the empty workout room and
directed her to the door for the women's locker room. He told her
she would see the door to the steam room from there and told her he
would meet her inside in a minute.

He entered the steam room just seconds before
she did. They both stood just inside their respective doors and
wearing their respective towels. Inside the room were two naked
young gorgeous women and a naked guy that Rob recognized from work
but whose name he couldn't remember. Rob nodded to the crowd, and
Laura looked at them a little shocked. Rob pulled off his towel as
he gave a sympathetic smile to Laura. She glanced down to his
penis, and her lips parted. God, she missed him—all of him. She
shrugged and opened up her towel. The naked guy stared at Laura,
and Rob gave him an evil look.

Rob and Laura made their way to an open bench,
placed their towels down on it, and sat. She leaned back with her
eyes closed, and she sighed. Rob drank in her hot little body, and
he glanced down smiling to the lips of her pussy. He really missed
her too. He glanced down to his penis and wasn't impressed with its
cold pool water shrunken size. He glanced around to be sure no one
was looking and then gave it a few well-placed tugs. After ten
seconds it had responded nicely, and he grinned. Then he leaned
back, sighed loudly with his eyes closed, and then opened his eyes
slightly so he could be sure Laura was looking at him. He grinned
when he found that she was.

Rob spread his legs wider, leaned back a little
more, and flexed the muscles in his groin every five seconds or so
to keep just enough blood in his penis to maintain its size without
causing it to stand straight up. Laura stared at it desperately.
Her eyes went to the crowd and thankfully no one was watching. Then
she glanced to Rob's face to be sure his eyes were still closed;
then she gave his half-hard penis her attention. She really wanted
to touch it. She noticed it moving every few seconds, and her pussy
began to moisten. Laura knew what he was up to. She watched as one
of the women stood and walked out of the room. The other woman
spread out her towel and lounged back on the bench facing away from
the other guy as he stared at her longingly.