The Reunion (5 page)

“Jesus, Adam, fuck me!” Maria
screamed. With her legs stretched over his shoulders, she dug her heels into
his back. Her head pivoted from side to side. Adam’s face was a mask of
contortion. The smaller guestroom bed, although more constraining than they
were accustomed, proved adequate.

He emitted a hoarse groan. She
smiled as his release splashed deep in her body and she gave herself permission
to ride the crest of her own waves. She closed her eyes. Could this get any
better? Yes, perhaps if she had her tongue buried in the pussy sleeping in the
bedroom she usually shared with Adam. Adam’s cock in her cleft and her tongue
in Sarah’s, that might be as close to perfection as Maria Ramirez would ever
get.

Gasping for breath, Adam pulled out
and collapsed beside her. She pouted at him. “You didn’t have to leave me so
soon.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said,
pulling her close. She cradled his head against her breasts.

“That was spectacular, Adam. Even
for us. Maybe we should keep Sarah around for an aphrodisiac.”

“Maybe. She’s at least good for
that.” He idly played with her belly button. “So did you have a good view?”

“Perfect. You had her positioned
just right. She looked better than crème brûlée. Didn’t you give her short
shrift?”

“She got more than she deserved,” he
snapped. “The bitch.”

Maria combed his hair with her
fingers. “Poor boy. So she’s not taking orders too well?”

“Hardly.”

Maria shuddered when his palm covered
her pussy. He wasn’t trying to turn her on. It was his way of showing he cared.
She knew Adam Granger very well—certainly better than Sarah did, maybe even
better than Adam did. He might have a tiger by the tail in his new woman—in
their
new woman.

“So what did she do to piss you off
so?”

He hesitated before replying. “She
gave me a blow by blow description of stripping off her panties under the
restaurant table.”

“Neat! So she’s going commando.”

“Oh, yeah. All the way.”

Maria giggled. “But you hadn’t planned
on the play by play analysis?”

His palm patted her pussy.

“What else did she do?” There was no
response. “What else would I have done if some macho guy I admired wanted me to
take my panties off in public?” Awareness dawned. “She didn’t.” She grabbed
Adam by the hair and jerked his head back so she could see his face. “She
brought herself off, didn’t she? She gave you a heads up description of stoking
her pussy.”

Adam scowled. “I didn’t let her. We
left.”

“And that’s why the quickie in our
bedroom. No hot loving. Yet, you brought her off expertly. My vibrator matched
your fingers. How was her ass? You must’ve been rimming her. Sarah’s eyes grew
to silver dollars when she first felt your tongue penetrating her anus.”

“She was good.”

“I knew it. Adam, we are truly
blessed. She came with such abandon. I wish I had a picture of the ecstasy that
woman displayed. Too bad there’s no sound in our little alcove.”

“Too bad you missed that, Maria.” Adam
gave her a half-smile. “She is a hellcat. Meows like a kitten and screeches
like a lioness.”

“But you didn’t fuck her.”

Adam scowled. “She didn’t deserve
that.”

“So do you think she’ll stay?”

“She’ll stay, for now. So how long
before you seduce her?”

Maria pulled herself to a sitting
position and brushed long strands of dark hair from her eyes. “I won’t seduce
her. She’ll seduce me.”

“Right.” Adam made no attempt to
contain his sarcasm. “Hell will freeze over before Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes tries to
seduce you. You ought to know that.”

“We’ll see. So are you going to go
back to our bed and join her?”

“No, I think I’ll spend the night in
my office. There’s less temptation there.” He planted a kiss on Maria’s mouth. She
sucked his tongue in as much as possible and then let him go.

After he put on his robe and
prepared to go downstairs, he asked, “So what is my maid serving for breakfast?”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “I
may be able to manage scrambled eggs, bacon and coffee. If you’re lucky. “

“And pussy on the side?” He arched
an eyebrow.

“Don’t I wish.”

He laughed and headed out the door.

Maria fluffed up her pillows. Would
Adam be laughing if he’d seen the pure sexual delight on Sarah’s face when she
came all over his fingers? He’d thought he was punishing her. Adam might have
met his match. Hell, both of them might have met their match. Sarah Atkinson
didn’t strike her as an innocent cheerleader who could easily be led astray.

If anyone was to dominate their
relationship, it might very well be the Midwestern princess who looked like she’d
just won the sexual
I gotcha
contest when Adam drove his tongue into her
ass. Maria crossed her arms over her breasts. No one could convince her this
was the first time that woman had her ass violated.

And she’d lay money on the table
that Sarah Atkinson would seduce Maria Ramirez, and not the other way around. Maria
pulled on her nose. Not that she couldn’t provide a helping hand now and then.

- o -

Slumped in his office chair, Adam
sniffed the brandy before swallowing deeply. The resulting fire burned his
throat, but did nothing to quench his thirst. The woman upstairs sleeping in
his bed had his gut churning. He wasn’t easily confused by any woman. But he’d
have to keep his guard up around Sarah. She’d have to conform to his desires—not
the other way around. That was the way it was. That’s how it was with Maria—wasn’t
it?

He scowled and swore. How had Maria
become his partner in all of this? But she was. She definitely was. He knew
she’d watched him bringing Sarah to a boil from the other side of the mirror. He’d
played to her as his audience more than once.

Sarah didn’t seem to mind, but then
she hadn’t known they were being observed. What would she have done if she had
known? Would she enjoy being watched?

He drained the brandy. He’d surely
find out before this charade was finished. The damn woman was too used to
controlling things. No wonder she’d been divorced twice.

- o -

Hugging Adam’s pillow tight to her
chest, Sarah tried not to think where Adam might be. She’d fallen asleep immediately
after her luscious orgasm. He must’ve taken advantage of her condition and
left. If nothing else, Adam Granger was an expert at leaving.

Sarah brought the pillow to her
lips. He was also quite expert at loving. She’d nearly fainted when he rimmed
her ass with his tongue. This was getting better and better.

But he was a bit too much into
making demands. What was this thing about commando? Maybe it was a California
thing. So was Maria commando? Had she been naked under the smock she’d worn
earlier?

Was Adam fucking the maid’s brains
out right now? Maybe she should get up and make a room to room search. She
settled deeper into the mattress. No, if Adam was banging his maid, so be it. He
clearly had enough cock to go around.

Sarah caressed her breasts. That was
a woman who bore watching. She giggled. Particularly if she was commando. Now
how was she going to find out about that? Curiosity might kill a cat, but she
was no cat.

She let her fingers find their way
to her damp pussy and patted it. “Take a rest, girl,” she whispered. “Looks to
me like you’re going to see plenty of action without having to take things into
your own hands. Sweet dreams.”

Chapter Three

Humming to herself in the shower,
Sarah considered what to wear for her first full day as a guest in the Pacific
Palisades mansion. It hadn’t surprised her that Adam didn't bother coming back
to her bed. She’d clearly cramped his style by showing up unannounced, but he
hadn’t kicked her out, and she wasn’t about to voluntarily leave. At least not
yet.

She was having too much fun enjoying
playing the naïve good girl. It was a long time since she’d given herself
permission to explore her sexuality, and even then that experimentation had
been limited by a desire to protect her virginity.

Nothing held her back now, and she
was definitely in an exploring mood. She’d allowed herself to grow stale
sexually. She’d been in danger of becoming a thirty-eight year old celibate. According
to some researchers, she was supposed to be at her sexual peak. Adam Granger,
and possibly even his maid, could greatly help her attain that peak. Of the
two, he might require more convincing. Sarah’s nipples strained as she recalled
the admiring gleam in Maria Ramirez’s eyes when she gazed unabashedly at her
exposed boobs. The maid wouldn’t need much coaxing at all.

But Adam was as edgy and
unpredictable as she’d remembered. They’d only been acquaintances in high
school, but he’d always seemed so mysterious racing off on his motorcycle. She’d
wondered who he was meeting and what they were doing. She’d even fantasized
about riding with him with her arms tightly wrapped around his waist. Would she
be bold enough to brush a hand against his arousal? And would he be aroused if
she rode behind him? But he’d been like a simmering pot on a stove, inviting
but dangerous. She’d learned at a young age not to touch a simmering pot. To
get involved with him then would’ve only led to scandal, if not worse. But that
hadn’t stopped her from dreaming about the dark haired hunk who often seemed
angry with the world.

Sarah lathered her breasts and
loins. She’d been reluctant to take a risk with him then. But that was then and
this was now. Was she less afraid to risk? Or did she merely have less to lose?

She massaged her soapy scalp. Would
he want to do that for her? Or maybe Maria would. Sarah shivered. Did washing
female guest’s locks fall under the maid’s job description?

Sarah rinsed her hair, slid the
shower door open and reached for a towel to dry herself. She’d decided to
remain modest in her choice of attire for this initial morning. It might take a
day or two to become accustomed to the absence of underwear.

She pulled a flowered print dress
over her head and tied it at the back of her neck. The dress barely reached her
knees. She hadn’t packed anything longer. She might have to go shopping if she
stayed for any length of time. She could’ve worn shorts, but that seemed like a
cop out. Adam Granger wasn’t going to think she was afraid to show off her
body. Plus there was also the maid, who might be craning her neck to take a
peek. She’d have to assess the maid a little more carefully this morning. Of
course, she’d be more circumspect than the Ramirez woman had been the day
before.

Walking down the stairway to the
first floor, Sarah surveyed her reflection in the hallway mirror for a final
time before seeking out Adam. She saw no need to tease her nipples—their alert
state was quite visibly evident.

The smell of brewing coffee led her
to a large kitchen. A mug sat by the partially emptied coffee carafe. Muffled
voices reached her through a doorway leading to a deck. After filling the mug
and taking her first swallow of coffee, she followed the hushed sounds of conversation.

Ah. There they were. Adam and Maria
sat on the deck overlooking the ocean. Sarah ignored the fog enshrouded view of
the Pacific to focus on her host and his maid.

They sat side by side on a Rangoon bench.
Maria’s hand rested casually on Adam’s thigh. Cozy. Sarah smiled to herself. She’d
been rather certain not everything was as it first appeared. The two of them were
much more comfortable together than any maid and employer she’d known. So was
Maria really his maid? She had little doubt she was his lover.

And where did that leave her? Was
she an unwelcome competitor? Or something else entirely? Maria had been quite
friendly, almost seductive.

Stepping out onto the deck, she
cheerfully said, “Good morning. What a lovely view.”

“Good morning, Sarah,” Adam said,
without getting up. “I never tire of watching the morning fog burn off the ocean.
Each day it’s a little different. Have a seat.”

She sat in a chair next to the
couch. She listened to the calls of birds she could not see. This was a good
way to begin a day. At least her dress wasn’t too revealing—and she was less on
display there than if she’d sat across from Adam and Maria. Where had her
desire gone to flaunt her wares before them?

“You look quite refreshed, Sarah. I
trust you had a good night’s sleep.” Maria smiled broadly. She had one leg
tucked under her and she wore a long red dress with buttons down the front. If
she was commando, there was no telling, though it was obvious she wore no bra. Her
nipples stood at attention.

“Very. I often get overtired when I
travel.” Sarah tried not to stare at those pointed nipples. How could they
possibly be growing larger? There were so many questions she wanted to ask. “So
how long have you lived here?”

“Two years,” Adam answered. “I’d
wanted a place up here for a long time, and when this place came on the market
I picked it up right away.”

Maria rose from the bench. “You two
probably still have a lot of catching up to do. I’ll go and start the omelets. Does
that sound okay for you, Sarah? We also have a variety of juices and fresh
fruit.”

“That sounds fine. But please don’t
bother on my account.”

“It’s no bother.” Maria’s smile
brightened. “We all want to eat.”

Sarah watched Maria glide through
the door, her dress swishing at her ankles. Was the maid eager to eat only breakfast?
“You have a gorgeous maid, Adam.”

“Yes, she is.”

 Adam’s sparkling eyes did nothing
to dissuade her from her hypothesis. Maria was much more than his maid. But why
would they bother disguising her role? Sarah grimaced. Of course,
she'd
been the one who’d made that assumption. But still, there was no need for
subterfuge.

What was Adam’s game? What was
their
game? Where did she fit in it? There'd be time to sort those questions out. Adam
probably wouldn't be forthcoming with answers, but Maria might be more willing
to talk.

“I was sorry to hear about your
mother’s death, Adam,” she said, altering the direction of their conversation.

Adam’s face went blank, but not
before she witnessed a wave of sadness. “Thanks. It’s been a couple years. But
I do miss her. How about your folks? Are they still living?”

“Oh yes, very much so. They sold the
business about ten years ago and moved to Florida. Other than the hurricanes,
they seem to enjoy Fort Lauderdale very much. I usually see them a couple times
a year.”

“Good. They always seemed like fair
people. Most store owners either wouldn’t allow me and my friends on the
premises or would watch us like hawks. Your folks were different. They didn’t
seem to prejudge.”

Lacing her fingers at her waist, Sarah
flushed. It pleased her immensely to know her folks had been fair with Adam. He
probably hadn’t found her nearly as evenhanded as her parents. As captain of
the cheerleaders, she’d had status to protect. She could fantasize about the
mysterious dark-haired boy, but she’d never allowed herself to reach out and
touch him. Fair or not, that was the way things were in her social group.

Adam’s mouth crinkled into a smile. “You
look very good, Sarah. Commando is a style that fits you. You look ready, eager
and willing.”

She shrugged, dragging herself back
to the present. “It’ll take some getting used to.” Here she was again talking
to him about sexual matters as if they were discussing baking cookies. “But I
suppose you’re right. I am more alert and on edge. You wouldn’t think the
absence of a slim piece of fabric would make that much difference.”

“Maybe it’s the changes in the mind
more than in the fabric. You’re going to have to be patient.” Adam stood and
stretched a hand out to her. She grabbed it and he helped her to her feet. He
kissed her lightly on the lips. “I have things to do this morning in the city. We
weren’t expecting your visit, you know.”

She grinned broadly, glancing toward
the doorway leading to the kitchen where she could hear the maid clattering
dishes. “That’s obvious.”

“So, I’ve asked Maria to show you
around the house and grounds this morning. She can take you shopping if you
like, or sightseeing if you want. I probably won’t be back until late
afternoon. I think Maria’s planning a picnic for us this evening in the gazebo.
It’s in that clump of pines to your right.”

“That’s fine,” Sarah said, glancing in
the direction he pointed. “But I don’t want to be trouble for Maria. She must
have a lot do to keep up with a place this large.”

“Nonsense,” Adam said, lifting her
chin and giving her a winsome look. “You are our guest. I’m confident you are
at the very top of Maria’s to do list.”

Was it her wild imagination, or was
everything Adam and Maria said laced with sexual innuendo? It was probably just
her. She squeezed his hand as he escorted her toward the kitchen to put her in
Maria’s care. Sarah tried her best to ignore the pooling of juices between her
thighs, hoping it wasn’t the result of an overwrought imagination.

By mid-morning any chill that might
have existed between Sarah and Maria had evaporated. Sarah loved the woman’s
humor and wit. Maria took most everything in stride and didn’t seem a bit
annoyed that the task of showing their visitor around had fallen to her.

After breakfast, they’d toured the
grounds first. The manicured lawns had the feel of a small private park. Eucalyptus
trees and pines along with a privacy fence provided seclusion. Flowers of countless
shapes and colors flooded the yard as if it were a painter’s palate. Small
stone walkways led to the gazebo, the gardener’s shed, and to a heart-shaped in-ground
pool.

Maria had suggested they might like
a swim after lunch. Sarah looked forward to being in the pool. It was inviting,
and she did enjoy time in the water. One of the problems with living in Chicago
was the limited amount of opportunity for swimming. She’d never found a private
pool in the city that met her expectations.

Maria had made lemonade when they
returned to the house mid-morning. Sarah sipped the frothy drink as Maria
guided her from one room of the house to the next. There were eight bedrooms in
all—plus a living room, sitting room, den and a few rooms they hadn’t visited. The
bedrooms were sizeable. One had been turned into a dance studio with mirrors
lining all four walls. Maria seemed vague about its current use.

But it was another room where they
now stood that had sharpened Sarah’s interest. She and Maria stood at the
center of a darkroom. Photo equipment of great variety filled the shelves. Maria
demonstrated the safelight and the entire room turned to a very familiar red
glow.

“This is precious,” Sarah breathed. “This
has to be as large as the darkroom we used at college.”

“So you’re a photographer,” Maria
said. “What was your medium?”

“Calling me a photographer is a
stretch.” Sarah couldn’t keep the longing out of her voice. “But it was my
passion in college. I was an art major. I couldn’t paint my way out of a paint
can, but I was fairly good at photography. I specialized in black and white. I
liked playing with contrasts, with light and shadows.”

“You make it sound like past history,”
Maria said, turning the red light off and returning the room to its natural
light.

“Ancient history. My first husband
thought it was a frivolous hobby. It was out of the question for a career.” Sarah
shrugged. “I got involved in advertising instead.”

“A more honorable profession?”

“Something like that. So who uses
all of this equipment?”

Maria hesitated before responding. “Adam
used to use it some, but hardly any more. If he takes any photos now, they’re
all digital. I’m sure if you’d like to use this room while you’re here, he’d be
delighted. Would you like that?”

“I’m not sure.” She crossed her
arms. “Sometimes maybe it’s best to let past passions fade away.”

“I see.” Maria paused and took a
step forward.

Sarah tensed but didn’t back away as
copper hands fluffed her hair off her shoulders. Maria smiled warmly and ran
the back of her hand across her cheek. Trying to breathe evenly, Sarah kept her
hands at her sides. It was too soon. They had to clear the air about Adam
before exploring each other. Did that make her methodical and Maria
spontaneous?

Maria gave her an impish smile and
took a step back. “I think you may be talking about your passion for Adam as
much as your passion for photography.”