Saturday

We dressed in our robes and strolled out to the deck, where our brunch waited, melon balls, bacon and eggs, and Belgian waffles with cherries, with Wendy standing at the ready with a tea set. She was a very busty Latina today. As Wendy leaned over to pour her tea, I saw Ashley gaze at her pendulous breasts, and detected a hint of jealousy and/or annoyance. Ashley was sensitive about her small breasts, so I perhaps should have weighted today's roll of Wendy's randomness to avoid having a maid with such prominent endowments. To be fair, her maid form yesterday had been quite modest in that regard, so it hadn't occurred to me. Ashley said nothing to me, though, and our conversation was mostly about our plans for the day. I suggested, since we had slept away the whole morning, that we tour around the sites today. So we spent the afternoon in tourist mode, wandering the nearby city and sites, the touristy gift shops, taking in the landmarks. She bought various trinkets for friends before Wendy drove us back to the house, though except for Sarah she would have to tell them she got them while touring the college and surroundings.

She asked me if I had any other girlfriends on the way back. I would have been surprised by the question, since Ashley had never shown jealousy before, just self-consciousness related to her body. I told her that I (Tom O'Malley) had not. "I saw you inspecting Wendy this morning," I supplied, letting her know I knew what this was really about. I grinned at her blush at being caught. "I have never seen Wendy before yesterday, she was sent by an agency." (Power counts I guess, and unless I specifically wanted her to Wendy never repeated.)

"I'm sorry, Tom. I didn't want to be jealous, but when I saw those huge boobs of hers and thought about her living here..." she replied, and I was afraid she might cry. Wendy, sitting in front driving as a redhead in a tight grey pantsuit was professionally ignoring us, and also she didn't technically know she was doing all the servant roles this weekend (I had tried having her be fully aware of her shifting existence but had discovered it caused too many cognitive issues). "I understand," I smiled. "She is extremely well-endowed. But I happen to like these." I put my arm around her and quickly tweaked her breasts.

"Pull over," she told Wendy, giggling. There wasn't technically a spot, so I quickly created a 'Scenic Overlook' and we pulled into it. Ashley was pulling down my zipper as we came to a stop. "Girls have told me about giving guys blowjobs in cars, but I've never tried it."

"Please feel free to give me all the blowjobs you want," I replied, as Wendy put up the privacy divider. Ashley was already hard at work licking me and sucking my balls. When I asked where she learned that, she had told me she had heard about at school I made a mental note to be concerned about what Sarah was learning at this school). She licked up the shaft and popped it into her mouth. I'm not partial to car sex; it's too constrained and hard to move around, even in a limo. Nonetheless, I enjoyed this session, playing with Ashley's tits and stroking her ass, but mostly just leaning back, closing my eyes, and letting her do her number on me. "Let's fuck," I said before she could bring me off in her mouth. She lay down on the long side seat and I pulled down her shorts. She spread a leg (the other ran into the side of the limo; again with the space issues) and I was in. The cramped conditions had their effect on us, making this awkward (I was kind of half on half off the rear seat). We had fun though, as a nice change of pace.

"Am I forgiven?" She asked, giving me puppy dog eyes. "For what?" I asked. "For being jealous."

"If I tell you you're not forgiven yet, do I get another blowjob?" I replied. She glared at me. "Ok, you're forgiven," I replied. She hit my shoulder in mock-disgust. "You're impossible," she said. "Take me home now." I knocked on the privacy screen and Wendy pulled the car out as we got dressed again (thank you magical instant cleaning).

"You know, I said 'take me home', but I meant here. I wish this was home," she mused as we pulled up to the house.

We had dinner on the top deck, and then watched the sun go down. We threw on some swimsuits and went down to the beach afterward and walked along at the edge of the water, playing games with the waves. "I saw an old movie once 'Here and Eternity' or something like that. It had Frank Sinatra in it." I knew the one she meant. "You know that scene on the beach?" she asked. I nodded. "Then you know what I want to do," she said, drawing me down to the wet sand.

She lay on the beach, pulling me down on top of her, her legs spread as I settled on her. Her hands massaged my back as my tongue entered her mouth. Her hands moved down to remove my swimsuit, jerking them down and off with a sense of urgency. I let her do all the work, and when she had them off, she pushed me over on my back and grabbed my upraised cock, putting it in her mouth and swallowing almost all of it on the first try. Her head was bobbing up and down taking me in and out, and I could feel the rough softness of her tongue wrapping around my cock. She was pulling off her own suit as she went down on me, discarding the top to reveal her perfectly-shaped breasts, then pulling off the tiny bottoms. She swung her leg over my head, positioning her bald little pussy over my mouth.

I just stared for a minute and she made a noise and wiggled her hips to indicate her impatience with my slowness. I took the hint and started licking. Ashley's hips responded by fucking back at my tongue as I licked her vagina, her head bobbing up and down more strongly. I couldn't resist sticking a finger into her ass. I had played around this area before, but this was the first time I had gone in. When she realized what I was doing, she wiggled her ass and pushed back against me, helping my finger slide into the delightfully tight little hole. "Oh, that's good," she sighed, wiggling her ass some more. She returned to sucking my cock, and her excited state caused her to climax just a few moments later; I also came, filling her mouth with cum.

Ashley hadn't had enough, so I lowered her into the lapping water. She spread her legs wide and I entered her with a long, hard stroke as the surf lapped at her. She responded from the first stroke, and we slammed at each other, each fucking in time with the waves. Ashley came, shouting her happiness into the ocean sky. I fucked right through her orgasm, and soon she was fucking back at me again, our speed increasing. She came again, and her contractions almost made me cum again. I powered on, and Ashley began again to fuck up at me, now seemingly with a will to make me cum in her. "Oh god, finish me," she moaned. Her hips pushed up as she came again on me, and her arms and legs pulled me into her so tightly I could hardly move. I was driving into her with a series of short, powerful strokes now, as this was all I could mange in her **** grip, and as she came a third time, I spurted my load into her vagina.

We were exhausted; we might have drowned if the tide had risen a bit. We were still locked in our embrace; I had stayed in her and was still hard. "I want it again, Tom." she said, kissing me. I wasn't going to say no and began to slowly stroke her, and we fucked again, this time a long, slow, leisurely fuck, interrupted by long kisses and mutual expressions of love. Ashley tensed slightly and sighed as I shot my juice into her, and we lay again together on the beach, feeling the waters wash around us.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil