Scene #90
CJ carried a wineglass into her bedroom and admired her new
whirlpool tub in the adjoining sunroom. It felt so decadent, but
she loved it. Candles bathed the swirling water in a warm glow.
Taking a sip of wine, she set the glass on the tub’s side and
reached for the sash holding the red silk robe together. Strong
arms wrapped around her waist holding her hands in place on the
sash knot. CJ dropped her head back on a wide set of shoulders,
exposing the creamy skin of her neck. Placing a soft kiss below her
left ear, Beau dragged his tongue down her throat and took a gentle
nip on the stretched neck tendon. She pushed away and let the sash
and robe float to the floor around her ankles. She set one foot and
then the other into the private eddy. Settling into the hot water,
CJ leaned her head on the back rim and sighed. Just what she
needed. With her eyes shut, she grasped the wineglass and took a
long sip of Pinot Grigio. Heaven.
Opening one eye, she looked at Beau standing there in a pair of
low-slung jeans. The flickering candlelight bounced off one of the
nicest sets of pecs CJ’s had ever seen. "Coming in?"
Beau shucked his jeans and underwear. Stepping into the water, he
winced. "God CJ. Is it hot enough for you?"
Laughing, CJ reached for him as he settled beside her in the large
two-person whirlpool. Beau took the wineglass from her hand,
emptied it in one swallow and set it back on the rim. "Let’s take
this toy for a ride." he said with low growl.
His lips pressed against her in a slow kiss. CJ’s lips opened under
the pressure to admit his tongue. She moved her tongue against his
and followed it back into his mouth. Beau’s hand caressed her
breast, pinching her nipple into full erection. He moved his free
hand down between her legs, pushing them further apart. The
thrashing water covered her clitoris and slid into her vagina. Her
breath hitched. Slowly, Beau inserted two fingers inside her. Her
eyes closed. The building sensations within overrode her ability to
keep them open. The tingling in her toes worked up her legs to her
thighs. Her abdomen tightened and she squeezed her hands into
fists. She was laid wide open to the continued stimulation of
Beau’s fingers and the pounding water. The pressure building inside
overflowed giving her the release she badly needed.
The voyeur shifted in the bushes as he watched them through the
partially opened blinds. He pressed his hands against the crotch of
his jeans in an effort to ease the swelling in his penis. The
bitch. The priest had told him that touching himself was a sin. It
was her fault that he was a sinner. Not his. He unzipped his fly
and reached in. Within seconds, he ejaculated. Whore. Slut. That
bitch had to die.
