Chapter 42

I woke up looking into the sparkling blue eyes of a beautiful woman.  She
had been lying there quietly for some time, waiting for her Master to
awaken.  I leaned down, even with morning breath, and kissed her.  The
desperateness of her response stirred my blood, but I held off taking her
then and there, regardless of my obvious desire for her.  I had found that
anticipation is a wonderful thing, and it worked both ways.  It wasn't the
right time.  But soon.

We lay in bed for a while talking until the urgencies of the morning forced
us into the bathroom.  She wanted to wear her robe to cover that glorious
body, but I refused her all covering.  Although she had been naked in my
presence before, this time she was shy and vulnerable.  I helped her into
the shower and she cried softly as I gently washed her body.  It wasn't from
sadness, but rather it was a release of the emotions we were both feeling.
It was a time of intimacy for us that surpassed the playfulness of the night
before.

As she took the washcloth from me, she traced the scars along my body.  Some
were faint, old reminders of dead enemies.  One was fresh, still red and
livid from a knife wound.  When she had cleaned all of me but my erect
member, she looked up at me questioningly.  She had cum several times the
night before by my hand, but I had not allowed her to touch me.  This time I
did nothing to stop her.  She shyly touched my hardened prick and looked up.
I again did nothing.

Slowly she sank to her knees, both hands now holding my stiff cock.  She
explored the length and thickness of me as if she had never seen a male
member before.  She looked up once more as she began stoking me, arousing me
to climax.  I did not stop her.  I wouldn't have even if I had been coherent
enough to think straight.

Her hand job technique took my breath away.  It was novel to me, different
from Sally's or Janey's.  I had had my share of hand jobs before, but none
quite like this.  I can't exactly explain it but it seemed as if she were
using just the tips of her fingers and a lot of fingernail to lightly scrape
along the sensitized skin.  Her other hand teased the coronal rim with
feather touches.  I can't say for sure, as my eyes were shut tight, the
feelings incredible.

She caught my cum in her face, moving into the line of fire intentionally.
While I was gasping, trying to catch my breath from that indescribable
experience, she daintily wiped a glob of my cream that had collected on her
chin onto her finger and then touched it to the tip of her tongue.  Seeing
she had my rapt attention, she swirled her tongue around the end of her
finger, sucking it in a manner so sexy, I remained as hard as I had been
before.  I didn't have to tap into Dr. Wang's gadgets, either.  She was
simply incredible and laughed delightedly when she saw that I had remained
hard for her.

Leading me by my prick, Nicole guided me out of the shower.  We dried each
other, then just held one another.  It was intimate, but not sexual.  We
simply enjoyed the closeness of each other, the feel of her skin on mine,
her ear against my chest listening to my heart.  I enjoyed the incredible
softness of the skin of her ass cheeks, tickling her lightly as I ran my
fingers over her body.  With a soft sigh, we separated, kissed lightly and I
left her to her preparations for the day.

She dressed casually and I must have looked disappointed as she asked if
something was wrong with the way that she was dressed.  I told her no, only
that I missed seeing her naked body.  She melted into my arms, hiding her
blushing face in my chest.  When she looked up, I kissed away the tiny tears
of happiness in the corners of her eyes and we went out for the day.

Nicole had not seen the new house, and since Simone was there, we rented a
car and slipped up to my old stomping grounds.  She gasped in wonderment as
we drove past the open gate.  It was like a park inside the walls.  The
trees my father had planted all those years ago were maturing nicely and it
was a validation of his planning that they fit in so well with the rest of
the landscaping.  Nicole was delighted at every turn, exclaiming at this
arrangement, then the next.

Turning the last corner of the drive, the house loomed suddenly in front of
us.  Nicole was, for once, speechless.  The house was an edifice worthy of
the architect of the palace at Versailles.  It was totally functionless,
entirely ostentatious and on such a scale as to defy any attempt at
imitation.  It had but one purpose and that was to impress the Hell out of
anyone who saw it.  It worked.  It had given my father the home court
advantage in more than one deal that had taken place out on the back lawn.

Sally ran out of the house when she saw the car appear.  I expected her to
greet me first, but she hugged Nicole fiercely not me, then led her into the
house deep in whispered conversation.  When Sally did greet me, it was with
a glorious hug.

"You cad!" she whispered into my ear.  "You're seducing her!  I should have
known you would make her fall in love with you first.  I apologize for
doubting you."

I hugged her back just as joyfully.  "What?  You were worried?"

I felt her nod against my chest.  She really cared about Nicole.  It made me
feel glad that she did.

Marion and Simone were out on the grounds, exploring.  Sally was expecting
another contractor to arrive at any moment, so I gave Nicole the tour.  We
saw the renovations well underway in parts of the house.  The kitchen had
been completely torn out.  I grinned.  It had always been an awkward place.
Best just to start over.  I winced as I thought how much it would cost, but
things at work were going well.  It wasn't a big concern.

Nicole knew immediately that the salon had been a special place to me.  She
looked up at the tremendous expanse of glass that went from the floor to the
high ceiling two stories above.  Her fingers tightened on my arm in a
reassuring squeeze.  She loved this place, too.

Her biggest squeal of joy came, however, in the garage.  My father had
converted the old carriage house into a monster garage.  I had had the
opportunity to collect a few cars that had caught my eye here and there and
I had them stored here.  I was not in Jay Leno's league, by any means, but I
had a couple of nice machines.

Nicole's delighted outburst came when she saw the centerpiece of my
collection, a Bugatti roadster.  Nicole explained to me that her Papa had
raced this exact same model in a Monte Carlo race.  He had loved that car
and kept it in racing condition even after he had stopped racing.  It was
his second joy, after Nicole.

"But, why, Lawrence, do you not drive this wonderful machine?  It is such a
waste to let it sit here, where no one enjoys it.  Machines such as this
were meant to be driven!"

"Nicole, I love this car but I cannot handle it right now.  It just isn't
the right time, and I don't have the right skills to make it fly as it
should.  Someday the time will be right, and I, or someone else will come
along who can drive this car properly.  Then, well, then we'll drive it
until the wheels fall off."

She looked at me in horror at the thought of the wheels falling off that
wonderful car.  "That is an expression, no?  The wheels fall off?"

I laughed.  "Yes, it is an expression.  It means that I would use it to its
fullest capacity, until it was all used up, but in a good way."

She gave a sigh of relief,  "Oh, good.  But with this car that is many, many
years away, before the wheels fall off!"

Simone and Marion were just back from their exploring and joined us in the
garage.  Marion had a bloom to her cheeks that I hadn't seen in many years,
making her look much younger.  Simone had that effect on people.  Mother and
daughter hugged and I hugged Marion.  I even got a peck on the cheek from
Simone, with a quick "Thank you for making Mama happy."  What man could ask
for more?

Nicole and I needed to get back to Washington for the next round of
competition, but she was reluctant to leave the beautiful machine.  It was
interesting to see her torn between two loves, the love of the car and the
love of the battle.

The battle won.  This time.