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The Holiday Visit (1)
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Having just completed his regular, early morning swim in the bay, Steven walked up from the water and up onto his own small, private beach. The cool, crisp Southern California water left him invigorated and he felt ready to begin his day.
After walking the short distance up through the sand to his house, he stripped off his clothes, dried off, and was now sitting naked in his comfy armchair-recliner, scanning through the porn sites on his one major extravagance, a ninety-inch screen smart TV.
Living alone in this rather large beach house, it had become a sort of an early morning ritual that after his swim, he'd find a video he liked and slowly stroke himself to orgasm before carrying on with the rest of the day's activities. He liked to take his time and edge a little, letting the feelings build up in time with the action on whichever video he was watching.
He had found one he hadn't seen before, involving a guy in his forties gradually persuading and seducing h
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As the time for Lara's visit drew closer, Steven got busy cleaning the house; getting the pool sparkling clear, making sure there was fresh linen for the beds and buying more provisions than he would normally use when he was alone. It had been some time since he had a house guest, let alone three young women, and to be truthful, he was feeling a little nervous. He was wondering whether his choices of food were what young women eat, or what they might all talk about, as he felt a little out of touch with the 'young' scene. Steven had been waiting all day, trying to keep busy and had changed his clothes twice."'What's the matter with me?" he mused to himself, as he looked out the window for the umpteenth time.Just as he was thinking what to do next to occupy his time, he heard the thumping, bass beat, of loud music and tires crunching up the gravel driveway."Well here we go," he thought, and made his way to the entrance hall, casting a last glance in the mirror
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Once her friends broke their kiss, Jane and Lara took off their wraps. Jane was wearing a scrunch back brown, green and tan colored military brat 'camo' bikini that showed off her curves while Lara wore a pink and yellow soleil bikini.The three girls lay out in the sun-bathing chairs and soaked up the warm rays while they laughed and joked with each other until they heard Steven open the slider door bringing out a pitcher of margaritas."Here you are ladies," Steven said, concentrating on placing the tray with the pitcher and four glasses carefully onto the small side table, before taking in the expanse of bare flesh on display.Steven’s eyes roamed from Tabby to Jane, getting wider as he took in the sight and thinking that his pocket handkerchief had more material than the two suits combined. Realizing he was staring at their barely covered attributes, he finally moved his eyes to Lara.Although her bikini covered her a little more, he could clear
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"They do seem to be enjoying one another Lara," Steven said, glancing over her head at the two girls still kissing at the far end of the pool, "and it's nice to have a few minutes of our own time together.""It is," she whispered and stretched up to lightly kiss his cheek.That small movement put their bodies directly in-line, the swollen head of his erection inside his shorts now pressing firmly against her bikini covered mound."We umm... really do need to get the drinks out now Lara," he said, slowly disentangling her arms from around his neck."Yes," she said softly, while begrudgingly pulling herself away from her father's tender embrace, "we should get back out there.""You take the drinks out and I'll stay here and start preparing the food," Steven said."Okay, let me know if you need any help," Lara replied, as she carried the fresh pitcher of margaritas outside.While making her way towards the pool with the drinks, Lara had
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Lara took a deep breath before continuing, "I just wanted to say how great it is to be here with you, it brings back so many wonderful memories for me."Steven couldn't be sure if it was pool water or a tear running down her face, but he desperately wanted to hold her and comfort her again. He hadn't realized the pain that this divorce was causing his daughter and he wanted to something, anything to help alleviate it. He put his arms around her and drew her towards him."Everything has been so stressful for me ever since I learned about you and Mom," she said, another tear sliding down her face onto her father's skin. "Between my school work and worrying about you, I felt as if I was falling apart. But being here with you, spending time with you, this is the most 'normal" I've felt in months."Steven was enjoying the feeling of her naked body against him; her breasts touching his chest, her erect nipples pressing against his wet skin. It was too much for him to
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As he looked at her lying there, still sleeping peacefully, her face serene and her lips slightly open, he thought how beautiful she looked. He slowly looked down her body, seeing that at some time in the night she had obviously been too warm and had pulled the covers down to her waist. He marveled at how her breasts were still firm and held their shape, each smooth hill topped with a light pink nipple and areola. As he looked more closely at the small bumps surrounding each nipple, he blew gently onto the closest nipple and was rewarded by seeing its involuntary change from a small flattened disc to a hard, erect nub.Lara stirred the minor stimulation no doubt intruding into her mind. She opened her eyes slowly and her face burst into a smile."Dad," she said huskily, "have you been awake long?""Long enough," Steven said, grinning.Raising himself on his elbow, he placed the other hand on the side of her face and gently, lovingly, tucked a stray blonde
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It was her mother and one of her husband's colleagues. She knew a confrontation would not help, but she vowed to collect evidence and let her father Joseck know what their mom Genevieve was doing.Her mum saw her and asked that she goes to her brother. She didn't even spare a few minutes to look and talk to her. She was furious beyond measure. She went outside the hotel lobby and called a taxi to drive her home. She was sure she had made a mistake in insisting on going to the party. She sent a message to her brother telling him that she had left for home so he shouldn't worry.At home, she went straight to bed and cried herself to sleep. She was so disappointed in herself and in her mom. She could not believe that her mom was having an affair and, worse, with one of her husband's colleagues.The following morning, Natalie woke up feeling heavy both in her heart and head. Her eyes were swollen, and everyone could see she had been crying. Her mother and father tol
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She knew she was. She made heads turn, and her presence alone could make even the strongest man weak to his knees. Single men, dating, married, poor or rich all wanted her, but she went for Paul thinking he was the saint he portrayed himself to be.She could have said no, but she was confused. He might change, she thought, but now he wasn’t going to.He proved that over and over again. Dorothy got tired but didn’t know how to break up with him, and she was grateful he was finally gone, although she didn’t like the circumstances surrounding that fact.“Here is your tea,” she said as she placed the cup of tea on the table before Aston in his studio. She took a few sips of hers before placing her cup on the table too. “The weather outside is beautiful today.”“Yes. Yes, it is,” Aston confirmed, although his eyes never left Dorothy. “How about we go somewhere else while this dries?” he suggested.“Sure.”Together with their teas in their hands, they walked out of the studio. Instinctively
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Stella observed the interaction between the two, and once again, she knew she had lost Aston to Dorothy because he never looked at her the way he was looking at Dorothy, and that spoke volumes.Stella stood up and straightened out her dress.“I’ll check on you later, Aston, and nice to meet you, Dorothy,” she said with a smile and walked towards Steve.They bid each other farewell, and she left the room.Steve sat down in the chair Stella had just left vacant, crossing his arms over his chest again. He said with a strange emotion in his voice, “You mentioned something about you thinking Paul would change. Has he done something like this before?”Dorothy let out a heavy sigh before replying, “Yes. Yes, he has. Many times.”“Will you be able to testify against him in court?” Aston asked as calmly as he could.“Yes, I will. I think I’ve had enough of him,” she finalized.“Well, I admire your courage, my lady,” Steve commended, further encouraging Dorothy. “By the way, did you meet the pa
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‘’We caught this young woman trying to force her way into the ward, and we suspect she might be part of the paparazzi,” the first police officer answered.Steve observed Dorothy noting that she looked familiar then he remembered her. ‘It’s fine, boys. Let her through.The police officers released her arms, and Dorothy threw them a disdainful look, then sent a grateful one Steve’s way.He opened the door for her, and she walked in, thanking Steve with a smile.Steve closed the door with a gentle click and faced Dorothy. “He’s right this way. I’m not supposed to say this, Dorothy, but he’s been expecting you.”Expecting her? Did he want to see her? Did this have something to do with her, or did he just want to see her? She wished it was the latter.Wait, this is Steve, Aston’s best friend and the owner of ‘From Our Hearts’ gallery, but how did he know her?Steve seemed to sense her conflicting thoughts. He sighed and then said, “I can assure you that there’s nothing to fret about, and w
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She opened her eyes and brought her fingers up to see them coated with her juices— and Aston hair she had been supposedly pulling happened to be her shower curtain.She just fantasized about Aston pleasuring, but it was better than anything she had ever had with Paul, and the best part —she didn’t regret it.She wanted more of it. She wanted to make it real, so much that she was started to became inpatient and frustrated.The reality of her situation dawned on her when she got out of the shower. She stared at the ring on her finger, and for the first time, she felt trapped.The ring became heavy on her finger, and it began to feel like a heavy burden on her. She slipped the ring off her finger and placed it on the drawer bedside of the bed.Suddenly, she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Paul. She closed her eyes to picture Paul in her life as she had always done, but this time, Paul was replaced with Aston.And that moment, it became apparent to her that she w
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Dorothy turned around to see Paul standing there, arms folded across his chest and his eyes shooting daggers at Aston, who ignored him, by the way.“So I’ll call you and let you know how it goes, okay?” Aston asked while looking at Dorothy, who nodded excitedly like a kid.Aston smiled and then replied, “Bye Dorothy, and take care of yourself.”“Okay!. Bye Aston, and thanks for visiting. It really means a lot,” Dorothy said, as she walked him to the door.He stopped for a moment and took a look at Paul, who was still standing in the doorway.“And you too, Paul. It was nice to meet you,” she added, and with that, he walked out of their flat without waiting to hear Paul’s grunt of a response.Not wanting Paul to ruin her mood, Dorothy hopped past the grumpy Paul happily to their bedroom, humming a song.The only thing in her head was that her art was going to be at an exhibition– something she never expected to happen.For the rest of the day, Dorothy was in high spirits humming a favor
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Dorothy turned around with a smile. “Hello Mr and Mrs Harris. Wonderful weather we have today, yeah?”“Absolutely,” Mrs. Harris chirped while Mr. Harris only nodded.“Let’s go in,” she said to Aston leading the way. “How do you like your tea?” Dorothy asked as they entered her flat, locking the door behind them.“Anything is fine, thank you,” he replied with a smileDorothy walked to the kitchen, and moments later, the sound of a kettle whistling was heard, followed by cabinets opening and closing.Aston took this time to observe the interior decor of the flat. It was an average-sized flat with clean white walls decorated with prints of beautiful paintings.Different artifacts, frames, flower vases, and books sat well arranged on the shelf.Wine-colored drapes framed the windows, and the inner lace curtains remained drawn, allowing the sun rays to enter, casting a golden sheen into the living room. The decor was simple yet beautiful and welcoming.This reminded Aston of the typical co
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“Oh, thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me. And believe me, when I say coming from you means so much more,” she said.“I thought I was doing horribly, so I stopped painting for a while. I only began painting again when I came across your works in a gallery. I was in awe of hyperrealism. It was magnificent, and I knew I wanted to know how to paint like you,” she explained excitedly. “Meeting you here might be the best thing that has happened to me this year.”It was Aston’s turn to feel flattered, and he did ever so much. He had received a lot of compliments, but in a weird way, Dorothy appreciating his art made him feel he did something for someone, and it made him feel good.“I’m sure you’ll learn a lot from this class, and I can give you pointers if you want.”“You know I didn’t exactly enroll for this class. Mrs. Michael is my aunt, and she just allows me to join in and last week was my second time here.”“That makes sense. I didn’t think you paint. I though
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For heaven’s sake, he wasn’t some teenager going through hormonal changes, so why couldn’t he stop thinking about Dorothy’s body and, even worse, smiling and blushing at the memory.‘’I guess we can now deduce my idea wasn’t laced with foolishness after all,’ Steve said with the smug look still on his faceAston scoffed, rolling his eyes at him, and said, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I am still not convinced the class will do me any good.”“We’ll see about that, mate. We’ll see.”The whole weekend felt like torture to Aston. He longed to see Dorothy again, and it seemed the weekend was taking too long to end.Everything was confusing to him; what he was feeling about Dorothy and why he was feeling that way didn’t make any sense to him, but he just wanted to see her again.When Monday finally came, Aston could hardly wait till 3 pm when classes started, and by 12 pm, he was already at the building waiting for Dorothy to show up, but she didn’t.Class started, and she was still nowhere
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In one swift moment, a bang was heard, and the whole dining table came crashing down, sending a wave of shock throw Dorothy.She had seen this happen so many times, but she could never get used to it. He promised to change.He said he was going to be better, but after two years and nothing had changed.The last time, it was the TV that suffered it, which took a while to replace, and now, the dining table had also felt the impact of Paul’s fist.The table was ruined; dinner was ruined too.“You love being a whore, eh? You love letting different men run their hands all over your body under the guise of art, right?” He barked the vile words pacing the dining room.The words made her feel she had just been prickled with over a hundred pins.“I am not a whore, Paul!. I am not! I love art, and you know it!” She yelled at him.He scoffed before he said, “Oh c’mon. You’re just using art as a cover-up. You enjoy the way these so-called artists of yours touch you.”He then grabbed her shoulder
