The Doctor's Fake Nanny(40)

Tristan pushed her against the table, sweeping the cups to the side. She  lay on the immense table, and wrapped her thighs around him, crossing  her legs behind him.

"Oh, yes, you are so warm and wet." His hand caressed her lips gently and then his thumb found her clit.

Shock waves pulsed through her body. She didn't know she could cum so  fast. The tip of his shaft found her entrance and lightly pushed as his  fingers worked their magic.

"Tristan, Tristan! I'm cumming. Cum inside me right now"

His pushed the entire length of his shaft into her. She felt the thrill  of pulsing all around him. She wrapped her legs tighter, pushing against  his buttocks, as he began a steady rhythm, sending her into an ecstasy  of passion.

"Now," he cried. "Now."

She felt him shoot into her as her walls pushed against his shaft.

He fell beside her on the table. He placed his arm across her chest, his  strong fingers gently caressing the side of one breast. They both  sighed at the same time.

Tristan started laughing. "Well, that's what I think they call a  quickie." He looked into her eyes. "Was it good for you, my Cass?"

She nodded her head, still panting.

"Well, you certainly distracted me from reading your story," he joked and the two laughed together.





Chapter Five




Tristan traced his strong fingers across Cassidy's jaw line as she talked on the phone with a coworker.

"Hi, Melanie."

She playfully batted away Tristan's hand. He stuck out his index finger and started tracing lines around her breasts.

"Yeah. Uh-huh."

Tristan slid his finger up to her nipple and Cassidy sucked in her breath.

"No, I'm fine. Hey, I'm wondering could you cover for me tomorrow?"

Tristan bent his head down and kissed her between her breasts.

"You can? Oh, that's just great! I owe you a day. Thanks."

She turned her face to Tristan with a smile.

"Okay. That's done. So what's the big mystery? Hey, look at me."

She touched the back of his head. He stopped tracing her breast and lifted his face. His grey-green eyes looked into hers.

"I want to take you into my world. We've been hanging out together here.  We have our own little mini-space, you and me." He smiled.

"I thought we could start sharing our lives in the outside world. I want to introduce you to one part of my life."

Cassidy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Did he really want more?  Sharing lives? Don't get carried away. This was a new development. How  would she share back? Her mind went blank. What did she have to share?  When she thought about it. Her life was pretty boring. Work and then  more work. She certainly wasn't going to tell him about the escort  service.

"But I want it to be a surprise," Tristan said. "So tomorrow we'll have a late morning brunch here and then we'll be off."

"What should I wear?" Cassidy was uncertain about her wardrobe meeting  his upscale artsy photographic world. Were they going to a photographic  exhibit?

"Something simple and elegant. You look good in everything. You're such a treat to the eyes, Cass."

"Hmm," she replied, mentally cataloging her wardrobe.

"It's outside. So make it easy to wear."

Outside? Were there photo exhibits outside? Cassidy was mystified.

He really did keep it a secret. She didn't find out until the next day.

They didn't head to the west side or downtown. Tristan threaded the  streets heading east. Cassidy kept seeing signs for Long Island and they  drove past large homes surrounded by acres of greenery.

"Where are we going?" Cassidy was mystified. She smoothed her red silk dress.

Tristan glanced at her. "You look great! Fantastic! Stunning!"

"You didn't answer the question." Cassidy realized she wasn't into surprises as much as she thought she was.

He veered onto a country road. "We're almost there."

A few more turns and they were at Bethpage State Park. Five world class  golf courses. Golf? Tristan didn't seem the type. And he wasn't dressed  in golf clothes and she hadn't seen any clubs. They drove into the park,  Tristan took a turn and they were at the Polo Grounds. He pulled up,  parked, ran around the car, and opened the door.

"You're going to see my baby," Tristan smiled like a kid with a new toy.

"Your baby? What baby?" Cassidy was worried. He had a baby? There was another woman? Thoughts raced through her mind.

Tristan took her hand as she got out of the BMW. "Come on, I'll introduce you."

He led her past some tents and toward polo ponies tied in a line.  Cassidy was glad she had on low heels. He feet sank in the grass.                       
       
           



       

"Antonio!" Tristan cried.

A very handsome man in white pants and a colored shirt turned and waved.

"She's all ready," he said as he patted the rump of the horse.

Cassidy was a little hesitant. She'd never spent much time around horses. As far as she knew they were big and unpredictable.

"Come on," Tristan said, tugging at her hand. "Meet, Bellissima." He  walked up to the horse and talked to her while petting her neck.  "Cassidy meet Antonio. Antonio, Cassidy."

Antonio gave her a hearty handshake, then turned to Tristan.

"I've been riding her every day. I think she's ready to do well today."

Cassidy put out her hand. Bellissima nuzzled her palm with soft lips.

"She likes you," Antonio said. "Usually she's a bit skittish around new people."

"That's great. We'll see you after the match," Tristan took Cassidy's hand and walked her toward the tents.

They went straight to the VIP section. The next couple of hours were  filled with words Cassidy didn't know like chukker, backshot, and bump.  Horses thundered up and down the field. Everything was so fast Cassidy  wasn't sure how to follow even when Tristan explained.

The VIP section and the people were a challenge. The women sported bare  shoulders and midriffs, spiky heels, dramatic long flower print dresses,  sequins. It seemed as though anything was okay as long as it was  expensive. People greeted Tristan. There were questions like, "Where  have you been?" and "Haven't seen you lately," followed by discreet  glances at Cassidy.

Tristan got involved in a conversation about veterinarians. Cassidy  stood silently at his side feeling out of place. She knew nothing of  polo ponies or their medical concerns.

"I love your dress," a voice beside her said. "It's so sleek." The woman  who purred these words was a stunning brunette with flawless  complexion, dark eyes, and a yellow print dress beaded around the neck  and bodice.

Cassidy knew in an instant that she could read plain for sleek.

"How did you meet Tristan? He's such a hunk." More purring.

"It was by chance," Cassidy replied, trying to think fast. She knew  working as a barista in a café was out of this woman's frame of  reference. Art. Photography. That was it. She had a feeling that many of  the people here were patrons of Tristan's images.

"He took a photo of me and we started up a conversation."

"I see," said the brunette. Cassidy could read her face. Easy pick up.  "Oh, how rude of me! I'm Candace Inglewhite. That's my husband over  there." She waved at a man in his late fifties who was part of the  veterinarian conversation. "We've had ponies for just ages. Tristan is  one of us now." She held out her hand out for a handshake.

"Cassidy … " Cassidy began.

"It's been just wonderful meeting you. I've got to circulate," she  winked. "Ta!" She headed toward a group of women clustered around the  food table.

Cassidy felt like a horse up for auction. She'd just had her first  inspection. From the cluster of women at the food table she knew the  gossip was spreading …  now.

Champagne flowed. Elegant snacks circulated on silver trays. Cassidy  felt that the distance between a small town in Alabama and the polo  fields of New York was very, very large. Would she fit in? Everyone was  so posh. These were the people Tristan spent time with when they weren't  together. This was her first public meeting of his world.

Tristan talked about her self-effacing tendencies, but overall she had a  good sense of self; she just wasn't rich. It was a different world with  so much taken for granted, and she had to work hard just to keep  herself going while also sending money home for mom.

She watched Tristan talking and laughing with the group of men. He was  at ease, in his milieu. She was definitely out of hers. It was a  surprise alright, but not a good one. She took a deep breath, adjusted  her "sleek" dress and decided to tackle the food table and the gossip.

Cassidy did her best to fit in with the conversation but underneath she  felt out of place. Everyone was at ease. She didn't know what to say.  They talked about parties and events and who owned which pony. Most of  the time she was silent.

A petite blonde sidled up to her. "Hi, I'm Tracy. I see you met Mrs.  Inglewhite. Don't worry - she does that to everyone. And don't be  impressed. She's a trophy wife and knows that with every wrinkle in her  face she could be replaced. I'm really not part of this crowd, either.  My husband is the veterinarian on call for most of the ponies in the  barn when they are here."