Fourplay | The Mostly True Story of a Lusty Librarian's Swinging Sexcapades

Nick Exposes Himself

"You're walking kind of funny," Nick chuckles, leading me onto the resort's restaurant balcony for lunch. You could land a plane on the balcony, it was that large. He pulled out my chair (chivalry is so hot) as we were surrounded by hovering staff.

"Yes, Mr. Chandler."

"The lobster is from today, Mr. Chandler."

"Oh, the lady wants our fresh shrimp basket."

"Right away."

It was like that until we were finally alone We have hibiscus ice tea and linens so starched and creased I almost cut myself on a napkin.

I've heard the phrase, "devilish look." But I never knew what it was until Nick, across from me, stared with the slightest smile. Not a word. I started to shift around in the bamboo chair and fidget. Finally, exasperated, "What?"

With a low whistle showing off his cut cheekbones, "That, Morgan Reynolds, was a night to remember!" He reaches across and covers my hand making me blush and fidget more.

"I'm glad you... umm... enjoyed it?"

"Way, way more than the word 'enjoy'. You are such a Fucking Sex Kitten" I try to alert him with nods of my head over his shoulder,

A waitress puts the shrimp basket on the table at the same moment, "Sorry, Mr. Chandler?"

Nick didn't shift his eyes from me. "I'm not."

The waitress shifts back and forth from one foot to the other, then finally slips away.

"Nick, she heard that!"

"I don't care," this sexy man oozes, "And you took me all the way down your throat. What the hell Morgan? Where did that come from?"

My face aflame, I move silverware this way and that in the cool sunshine. He waits. I rearrange my ice tea and water glasses. He's silent, slowly rubbing my hand until I can't stand it!

"I've been practicing with a toothbrush to overcome the gag reflex. There! Satisfied?"

"Did it feel like I was satisfied?"

I can almost feel his cum right then, like last night, shooting into the back of my mouth and throat. His thighs and abs spasmed and shook for the longest time. I swallowed furiously not to miss a drop. Yes! My oral sex skills have gone from novice to sex goddess in a few months.

I pop a shrimp in my mouth with a self-satisfied, soft smile just as he growls at me, "And that other thing you did..."

I correct him, "We did."

Nick leans back and stares out to sea for a few moments. His profile is heavenly!

"I think I was halfway there, Reynolds," he smirks with a naughty wink that slides me down my chair.

I shift and cringe thinking how crude it would be to say 'My ass is so sore I'm going to need to use one of those donut things for a week.'

I can't look at him. "Did you enjoy it, Naughty Nick?"

"Oh god, yes as long as I didn't hurt you. Much. Much beyond what you wanted."

I gave him a quizzical look, "Wanted? No one would want that!"

"Then why the butt plug Morgan?"

"Shhh"

I wait, then jump in rather than having this battle of wills again, "I wanted to please you. You got me those plugs, so I assume you wanted... you know."

He chuckles, "You know what they say about 'assuming'" as he makes air quotes then takes my hand again. Half of me wants to crawl under the table. Half wants to give myself a high five. And the other half keeps his gaze without wavering for a while.

"It was awesome and sexy. Everything was, from the candles to the bath to the tiki torches, to your blushing, soapy, hesitant longing, to my lustful and carnal desire." He shakes his head in disbelief, "Total highlight reel, Sex Kitten."

My eyes fly open, "Oh my God, you don't have some hidden camera in our cabana suite, do you? Highlight reel? Because you mentioned a video before, Mr. Dominick Kinky Chandler."

We work on lobster salad and shrimp in a kind of bashful silence for a while. Even Nick is subdued. Then, leaning back, he stares right into me.

"I want to share a few things about me, Morgan. Personal issues I've never told anyone."

I quickly dab my lips and set everything down. At complete attention.

He shifts his gaze to the Atlantic, sighing next to us, "My real father abandoned me and my mother when I was three. I don't remember anything about him, but I know my mom struggled. I don't come from money. My mom worked at grocery stores mainly. She was a drinker, and floated from abusive guy to worse. We moved around a lot and I was always the new kid. We'd leave someplace just as I was making friends. We lived in the car at one point. I could never have my friends over. I'm sure I withdrew and learned to self-protect, to not feel too much or put much trust in people. When I was ten my mom kind of got better. She met an artist, a French guy. He was living illegally in the US after overstaying a tourist visa. We lived under the radar mostly. He was a good guy though and encouraged me in schoolwork. I was always good at math and sciences. 'Gifted,' my mother would say, rocking me to sleep amongst the fast food wrappers. Anyway, I took the guy's first name after a few years - Dominick. Then they died in a car crash, just as I went away to Berkeley."

He paused, thinking, and I was the one to reach across the table to cover his hand with mine. A waiter approached, until I scowled him away.

"So, your real first name is...?"

"Raymond. Raybe my mother called me as a kid."

My eyes narrow, "Your mom called you rabies?"

He didn't look at me, "Raybe, like baby. Hey, she was twenty, drinking, and living in a car. You try it."

I grip his hand a little, "Wait a sec... you're Raymond Chandler?"

He tilts his head at me, "Funny, isn't it? You know who that is?"

I sit back folding my arms, "I'm a university librarian with a Master's. You think I don't know the name, Raymond Chandler?"

He laughs softly, "Of course, you're right. Anyway, I got serious in college, and the rest you kind of know."

"Oh, one other thing, I'm no shrink, but I'm sure I have relationship issues. I don't want to hurt anyone or trust anyone right now." He sighs out to the sea again, "Maybe never. It's not worth it."

"Oh, but it is!" I just blurt it out and regret it immediately. His face goes cold, and I can see him retreat.

Then, with a deep breath, he straightens and nods at the gaggle of wait staff. "You know a bit more about me, more than I've told any woman in a long time. I'll be gone for the afternoon, but I'll be back for dinner. Just us. In the room. Then, we may have to see this North Carolina sex club tonight!"