That evening, late-ish, he came over for dinner, dressed in his suit and tie. As we ate, we chatted about his day and how I felt. Then I asked, "When are we going to take your vacation?"
He looked at me thoughtfully. "I don't know. I'll have to get out my calendar and check my work schedule."
"Seriously? Pick a weekend and we'll go. It's better if it's a weekend that Rob's dad is watching him, but if not, I'll ask my parents to watch him." It was too damn hard to convince him to take a break that wasn't an emergency.
He looked at me, his cool dark eyes registering an emotion that I didn't understand. "For you, I'll do it." And it felt like it was settled.
After dinner, he took off his tie and we sat outside on the patio, looking at the pool and drinking wine. At Christmas time in California, you had to put on the air conditioning to have a fire in the fireplace. Tonight was no exception-even though it was cool, it wasn't cold. You could go swimming.
That gave me an idea.
"Come in the hot tub. Time to get some warm water on us. I think it will feel good."
Unlike scheduling a vacation, on this he caved easily. "Alright. I'll meet you out there."
As Jake walked back into his home, I heard his cell phone ring. "Don't answer your phone, cariño," I whispered to myself, willing him to be stronger than it.
Dammit, he answered it.
So we still needed to work on that.
I headed into my house and changed into my bathing suit. I wore my navy blue string bikini this time, with high-heeled espadrilles. Toting a towel under my arm and taking my keys, I teetered down to the pool, set down the towel, slipped off my shoes, turned on the jets, and tiptoed into the hot tub.
Aaaaahhhhh.
The complex had quieted down and gone to bed for the night, although you were allowed to swim until ten. There were a few lights on in rooms, but otherwise it was a silent night.
A few moments later, Jake strolled down, holding a towel, barefoot, shirtless, wearing black swim trunks that sat low on his hips, tied with a white string. I wanted to undo that string. Between his work schedule and my time with Rob, even though I lived next door to Jake, I didn't get to spend much time with him naked. But since shirtless Jake was yummy yummy, this would have to do for now.
He walked over to the side of the hot tub and hopped down next to me. In the cool evening air, the steam from the water lingered a constant foot or more above it, creating patterns in the night. A dim light lit the water beneath us, but instead of being clear, the stream of air from the jets made the water an opaque white.
I wrapped my arms around his toned tummy and put my legs in his lap, cuddling into his chest as he cradled me. He kissed the top of my head, and put his finger under my chin, lifting it up and kissing my nose. Leaning in, he kissed me for real, very softly, very slowly, and very deeply. "Um-yum-yum," I moaned into his mouth, and the tone of our kiss went from cuddling to erotic. We bit gently at each other's lips, tasted each other's mouths, caressed the inside of the other with our tongues.
As the water bubbled around us, I ran my fingers up and down his back and his torso, while he held my back firmly. I could feel the stirrings of his erection under my leg resting on his lap, which made me feel oh-so-turned-on. He broke apart from our kiss.
Then.
"You had public sex down as a fantasy in your book, right?" Jake let his lips brush my ear as he spoke.
"Uh, yeah," I responded tentatively.
"It's dark and there's no one around."
I shivered all over, even though I was bathed in the hot water, and shook my head in disbelief. Then I looked at him. "Are you serious?"
He nodded. "Yeah," he whispered. "Now." And he pulled me into his lap so that I was straddling him.
Okay, now this was naughty. We were out in the middle of a housing development, where anyone could open up their window, look out, and see. They probably wouldn't see anything but a couple making out, but still, it felt like we were going to go show everyone, and that felt über hot.
I ran my hand down his chest to his trunks, felt for that pretty white string, and tugged, loosening it. Then, under the water, I slipped his trunks down his hips, freeing his hardening cock.
"Yes," I whispered back. "We're gonna do his."
Reaching between my legs, I started stroking his cock, as the water swirled around us, getting him aroused, letting him grow. The soft skin of his hard tip felt extra reactive beneath the water, twitching at my touch. He reached a hand into my bikini bottoms, at first grazing my clit, then rubbing it for real as he slowly and gently fingered me. He slipped two fingers into me, and I moaned again into his mouth.
Even though we hadn't had sex with each other for a while, it felt like we had all the time in the world. Everything was slow-caressing, feeling, touching. After he was fully hard and I was bothered, he broke our kiss. "Ready?"
I nodded. He untied my bikini bottom and pulled it off of me, setting it on the pool coping. Then he held my hip with one hand, positioning his cock with the other, and guided me down onto him.
With pleasure, I sunk down onto him, enjoying the way it all felt, all of the sensations-the cool night air, the warm water, his strong arms, his big cock in me. Holding my ass, he held me down. Then he guided me up, slowly, and it was his turn to moan. Then slowly, down again, riding him. Repeated. Leisurely, but with focus, strength, heat.
He reached between us and resumed fingering my clit as I continued to ride him, measured, deliberate, and sensual. Heaven help me, this was hot. The water was warm, my pussy stimulated, and my feet began to get super-hot from the blood flow around my body. Down, again and again, and then up, slowly, quietly, I made love to Jake in public.
And then I felt it. The quickening that I was going to climax. "I'm going to come," I warned him. Still, he continued to finger me, filling me up from the inside and massaging me on the outside. With a hallelujah and an angel's chorus, my body shuddered and climaxed. I desperately reached for Jake's mouth to muffle my moans.
After I came, he held my ample booty with both hands, guiding it up and down, but this time faster. I angled my body, made more friction for him, and he threw his head back, then returned, looked at me, and with a burst, came inside me, pumping, a raw look in his eyes. He held me down as he thrust up, and this set off a chain reaction that made me come again.
This was another definition of heaven.
The timer for the jets turned off.
Wrapping his arms around my back tightly, he ducked his head onto my shoulder and hugged me tightly.
"Stay with me tonight."
"Okay."
He kissed me softly, and then kissed my nose, retrieved my bikini bottoms, and tugged his pants back up. Dripping in the cool night air, we hurried for our towels and headed back up to our homes. I looked forward to being in bed with Jake instead of next to him or next door to him. Not separate. Together.
He stood in my bedroom doorway, still wet, shirtless, wrapped in a towel, as I retrieved a set of pajamas and underwear, also still dripping from the hot tub, now shivering. I walked up to him, and he leaned down and kissed my nose.
"Grab your phone and charger in case Rob needs to call."
I did, and walked out of my home, locked it, and went into his. This felt both normal and monumental. It felt like I had the freedom, for one night, to do what I wanted. As a parent, upon the birth of your child, you received a near-constant tightening in your gut that didn't ever go away. You could never fully relax, because you knew that you were in charge of another person until they were an adult, if not longer. But for tonight, knowing that I had a night off, the clenching in my body loosened slightly. A wonderful feeling.
Now certainly, I was concerned that Carlos was going to pull some other shenanigans, but I knew, just knew, that he wouldn't hurt Rob, at least not physically. Carlos was selfish, and this could cause emotional hurt. It would be okay tonight, though. I hoped. After all, Carlos had issues with me, not with Rob. I hoped, at some level, that Carlos loved his son.
If I cared to admit it, there were also some deeper parenting questions presented by Rob visiting Carlos, which I really didn't feel like analyzing. Like, what would it be like for Rob to have a real relationship with Carlos? Was Carlos even capable of that? Did I want to give him a chance to develop a relationship with Rob? Certainly he didn't deserve it, and I didn't want him to. Based on his history, it was a joke. But if he really wanted a relationship with his son, honestly and truly, then perhaps I shouldn't stand in the way.
The thing was, I just knew he wasn't genuine. All this stuff was to get him out of paying child support so he could feed a gambling addiction. I was sure of it.
Actually, I didn't know for sure. Yes, Carlos behaved badly in Las Vegas and recently. But years of visitation on the weekend meant that he had a lot of time with Rob.
I didn't want to think about these things right now. All I could say was that for tonight, I felt a sweet ease that I rarely felt.
When I stepped into Jake's home, I got suddenly shy. I'd barely spent any time here. Most of the time he came to my home. But I loved being a part of his private world. I knew that he didn't show his artistic side to people at work, and it felt special to be let in, be privy to it.