<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/cd/71/cf/cd71cf4c5d1d9828c58921831f9282f7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Erica Everett<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest, Stockholder<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>July 14th, 2018 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Aaron's Bed<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Thigh highs,<del> very unnecessary panties, and a skirt that's more belt than anything else</del><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aaron<strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>There Be Sex Here<hr/><br/>She felt it; the moment that he gave himself over to the pleasure that was building between them. Art and good intentions went out the window as his fingers tightened against her skin, pulling her down to meet those deep hard thrusts and supplementing her own frenzied arching.  She would wear the marks of that long after the night was over, small fingertip bruises scattered against her pale skin necessitating at least a few days of long sleeved shirts despite the summer heat.  Erica didn't care.  Couldn't care about anything besides how perfect he felt moving inside her.<br/><br/>The rhythm of his thrusts faltered, the feel of his cock twitching inside her drew a breathless scream as her own orgasm tore through her.  Her hand came to press against his back, nails raking that sweat slicked skin as she held him against her needing some kind of anchor, something solid to hold on to while the world around her shattered.  She had been wet mere seconds after he'd opened the door that evening, but now drenched was the only word that could apply.  Her body dripped even before his cum filled her, wave after wave which only made her clench harder around him, a wordless plea for him not to stop.<br/><br/><em> "Erica..."</em>Her name caused lashes to flutter open and she made a sound that was more purr than moan, both her arms sliding up to hold him there against her.  Slow, almost soothing strokes ran up and down to either side of his spine and her head tilted a little giving him better access to her neck as he moved in for the kiss.<em>"We should do that more often."</em>That drew a soft chuckle from her which caused a rhythmic almost jumping clench around his softening cock. "Darling, we are a terrible mess ..." indeed, sweaty, sticky, with her hair in a tangled riot around her head on the bed. "And I would happily do this every day and never tire of it." Earth shattering orgasms apparently made her sentimental and easily swayed.<br/><br/>She seemed content to just lie there with him, curled somewhat into the warmth of his body her breathing slowly returning to normal.  Muscle rippled beneath the finger that trailed along her stomach and she tried to frown at him and even nip against his collar bone in reparation as it was one of the few places that she was legitimately ticklish.  But it was a half-hearted effort at best.<em>"I got this free vacation from work..." </em>Her hands fell still, even her breathing paused for a moment as he continued on about the island retreat.<br/><br/>James's own tropical paradise.  She knew about the island.  Liked to refer to it as his seventh midlife crisis especially considering some of the stories that she'd heard from other friends and stockholders in the company.  Her and Aaron in her ex-husband's house, well one of them at least.  Wasn't that a recipe for disaster?  No.  The word hovered on her lips as she tried to think of some reason to decline his very kind offer.  The truth would never do.  She'd been carefully neglecting to mention her ties to Floshton and its owner ever since learning that Aaron tended bar on the company cruise ships.   Now was certainly not the time to delve into that.  Some work obligation maybe?   Summer harvesting time could be hectic, there were at least three events that she'd committed to attending with clients in the next week alone.<br/><br/>"Aaron I ... would love to." She seemed almost confused when those words came out of her mouth, brows furrowing together ever so slightly.<br/><br/>And why not?  Why not say yes?  Maybe if they weren't naked and still tangled together in his bed she could have summoned more brain power to the task of working out the answers to those questions.  Instead it was a very basic and entirely self serving part that came to the forefront.  She wanted to say yes.  She wanted to see the smooth dark skin of her lover warmed by the sun, to spend more than just a night learning his body and the things that made him tick. And yes she wanted to watch James's face when he realized that one of his young employees had brought her to his island getaway.<br/><br/>She wanted it.  She'd have it.  It all seemed very simple in that moment.