The house

It was late Friday afternoon of the last week in April. Ashley and I had met up after school (as Tom O'Malley). We were seated on one of the decks of my beachfront home a bit south of San Fransisco (close enough to drive but far enough not to be bothered), enjoying the view of the pacific and our iced teas, which had been brought by the maid. The maid was Wendy, whom I had borrowed from her girlfriend of the we weekend on the pretext of a business trip'. We were here to celebrate Ashley's (late half) birthday. Ashley's actual birthday was in October (fortunately or we wouldn't have met, but since she was going to be in college by then next year, she wanted an excuse to go away with me and see my much-discussed beach house in California. She was worried that we would end up breaking up if I (eventually) located my new startup in Austin while she moved away (never mind I had 'visited town to look into possibly starting a business there' so many times as to be ridiculous already). The actual plan was to have the business 'happen' to end up being started in whatever town Ashley ended up attending college in, but I wanted to get away with her anyway so I took the excuse.

Getting her here had involved getting her parents to approve, and you may recall that they are excessively protective, to the point of no letting her stay home for one weekend while they were away without supervision (not that they would have approved of what my part in said supervision had entailed). There was no way in the world Ashley could come straight out and ask her parents to approve a weekend at the hone of her boyfriend they didn't know about in another state. So Ashley told them that she was on a college visit to UC Berkely (she had made up a story about late admissions; she hadn't applied so would definitely not be going there). Her parents believed this without asking any embarrassing questions, because I had them believe her, and also made sure both were too busy to consider accompanying her. I had had to make sure no one was available before they finally gave in; making sure their little girl's possible future was in hand was finally enough to override their protective tendencies. Even then, I still had to make everyone involved never think of having her call them a bunch. I didn't know how they were going to react when it actually came time for Ashley to leave home; I had a feeling they were going to try to get her to go to UT Austin, which was her safe school, just so she could still live at home (she had only applied under pressure and didn't want to go; I doubted she would have problems getting in elsewhere with her grades, but I was dreading her coming to me crying after a fight with her parents about it).

So I picked up Ashley after school on Friday (being careful not to be spotted by anyone at the school, because she was still hiding me from them) and we flew over in my jet. Ashley was very impressed that I knew how to fly (I had Power just teleport us from one airstrip to the other in the stationary plane without Ashley realizing; this also saved a bunch of time). Wendy (in a classical limo driver uniform, as a tall strict Russian bombshell blonde) met us with a limo that took us to the beach house. When we got out Wendy changed into a black haired Italian maid without Ashley noticing (both forms were drawn from movies; I set Wendy's randomness to role based for this weekend). The grandeur of it all was blowing Ashley's mind, and I was getting a real kick out of it, anxious to see the house that I had described in such detail.

The house rather exceeded my expectations (I congratulated Power for managing to make something grand but not ludicrous out of my hyperbolic descriptions). It stood alone in a small cove, built into the cliff just off the road, with a nice stretch of perfect sandy beach from the lower porch down to the water. The beach was protected by two arms of rock about thirty feet high, allowing the house to have three stories, and it created a small protected lagoon that would be prefect for swimming. The house was built into the cliff, the roof level with the top of the cliff being where we pulled up, the garage and driveway even with the upper level. The actual house was inside the cliff, and we walked down a staircase from the entrance. The house was three floors, each jutting a farther from the cliff, so the roofs of the lower levels providing the decks for the upper floors, with the top level just being a garage and entryway, plus a wraparound observation deck. The bottom floor had a larger deck that from which a small ramp descended the few additional feet to the beach. The walls facing the ocean were almost entirely glass, able to go from lightly tinted for protection from the afternoon sun than for privacy to darkened for privacy electronically if needed, though the house was secluded by virtue of the two arms forming the cove. We toured the house, as I tried not to share in her surprise at the sauna in the master bath, or the gym bottom floor or the huge kitchen There was even an underground pool (I had said their was so Power provided, even though it was a little dumb with the ocean right there) in the basement.

After the tour, we hit the beach, swimming an playing in the see, with Wendy providing drinks and snacks on command. When we tired of that, we lay on a blanket on the beach, sunning ourselves while we talked. I looked at Ashley with her tiny swimsuit clinging wetly to the subtle curves of her slender bod, and I kissed her and we lay there cuddling. The gentle spring sun spilled over the beach, still not set thanks to the time difference between Cali and Texas. "I like your swimsuit," I told her, drawing a blush." It was sexy, but demure, hiding everything but showcasing everything, especially wet and clinging to her body. "Sarah helped me find it," she replied. "I always chicken out and buy something with more cloth, so I took Sarah with me to shame me into buying something like this."

"You didn't tell her you were coming here, did you? This was supposed to be a secret. We'll both be in trouble if your parents find out, and I don't want to be arrested for **** or something." I replied. Ashley might be legal but I could still see her parents insisting I had **** her to come in some way. "Don't worry, Tom, she can keep a secret," she replied when she saw concern on my face. "She's my best friend, and she knows I've been keeping you secret from her for a long time. I had to talk to her about us." She looked at me seriously. "Something as important as you are to me, I just have to talk about it with somebody, and she promised not tell anyone."

I told her I understood, and right then Wendy came out with perfect timing with a beach snack for use, her currently slight curves wrapped in a highly conservative one piece explicitly designed to make it clear she was the maid and not taking attention from Ashley. It was nothing special, just traditional picnic food, and afterward we played in the surf a bit more before retiring to the house as the sun started to go down. Both of us were covered in salt and sand, so we headed straight for the shower (there were two, one right by the beach entrance for just this purpose, and any fancy one on the main bathroom in the living area on the middle floor). The beach shower was of course plenty big enough for two, boasting several moveable shower heads for use in getting sand out of hard to wash areas; there was a bench on one wall as well. "There's one other thing Sarah talked me into. To wear this suit, I really had to shave," she said shyly, while lowering her suit, showing her pussy shaved completely clean. "Do you like it?" she asked.

"You are driving me crazy," I replied, and giggled at the look I gave her. We sprayed each other down, getting the particulate off, then put the nozzles in their holders so we could use it like a regular shower. "Now that we're in here, there's an important question: are we here to wash ourselves or to play?"Ashley asked with an evil grin. running her hand down her body. "I see no reason why we should be **** to choose," I replied, pulling her close for a long, deep kiss. I grabbed a bar of soap and a washcloth. "I intend to wash you very, very thoroughly, and when I'm done you're going to be as clean as you've ever been in your life."

"Stop talking, more washing," Ashley replied. I soaped up the cloth thoroughly and began washing her back, moving slowly and massaging her as I went, working up a nice lather. I soaped up my other other hand and reached around to 'wash' her breast blindly, nibbling on her neck. Ashley leaned back against me, twisting her self to give me a kiss, before becoming passive and simply enjoying my activities. I continued for a long time, since Ashley seemed to be enjoying it, but eventually I was busily washing her buttcheeks and gradually entering into the crease between them. Ashley moved her legs slightly apart to allow me to clean more of the area. The washcloth passed again and again over her asshole. "That feels good, Tom, do it some more," she whispered softly.

I ignored her request and began washing her long shapely legs, getting down on my knees to wash her; down the outside, then slowly up the inside, hearing her breathing quicken as I worked slowly up the insides of her smooth thighs. The washcloth worked its way up, nearing her pussy, occasionally lightly brushing it, but never quite. Ashley was now leaning forward, hand against the wall, spreading her legs and sticking out her ass to show me her beautiful, bare pussy lips. I continued slowly washing the inside of her thighs, not taking the bait. She began to whine with frustration, so I relented. I pulled her to me as I stood up, moving the washcloth to the front of her body and washing her belly, then up her body to her tits. My cock was pressed into her ass, and she leaned against me. "Don't tease me any more," she said softly.

I moved the washcloth southward, reaching her pussy and drawing back, reaching again and brushing lightly over the smooth surface of her groin, then pulling away. Ashley thrust out her hips, but I reversed course now moving northward to her breasts again. "Please, Tom, I need you, she whined, groping between her legs trying to find my cock. "I don; think you are clean yet," I whispered in her ear. I brought the cloth up to her tits again and began rubbing the cloth back and forth over her nipples, drawing a moan from her. She had given up trying to find my dick had begun fingering her pussy instead, so I turned her around and kissed her deeply, my cock pressing against her belly. "Have I thoroughly cleaned everything?" I asked when we pulled back.

"You haven't washed me here yet," she said, sitting on the shower bench and spreading her legs. I got down on my knees in front of her. "I apologize! How could I forget?" I replied din mock shock. I took one look at her small pussy, then stuck my tongue into her vagina. She shuddered and grabbed my head to pull me in deeper. She was more than primed, and I licked at the clit with my lips and stroked the full length of my tongue across its head. Ashley screamed in ecstasy, clasping her thighs tightly around my head and thrusting her hips up into my face as wave after wave crashed over her.

"Are you clean now?" I asked teasingly when she let my head free. She just laughed. I helped her up from the bench and we dried each other off. Wendy brought was a pair of matching silk robes, now dressed in a classical maid outfit; I remembered how much Ashley liked the robes at the Ritz. Ashley's robe was very short, barely covering her ass or an just barely closing, providing tantalizing little glimpses of her flesh as she walked in front of me up the stairs to the huge bedroom that looked out over the deck and to the ocean. We watched the sun go down through the glass wall as we sat on the ludicrously large bed cuddling.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil