<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/wikisuburra/images/8/8c/Lelemarchillisuburra.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180908174344&amp;path-prefix=it)</div><em>"Why don't you show me the view from out there? Then I'll show you a view or two, and you can tell me if my workouts have been successful."<br/><br/>"Not that looking is all that's on the table."</em><br/><br/>He gave her a 'look' as she swatted his backside and then another one after she'd nipped at his earlobe. Monica was clearly the type of woman that he'd been warned about. Well actually he hadn't been warned about the type before. He presumed that women like that didn't really exist outside of the movies or certain types of TV show and that even if they did, none of them would ever be interested in him so a warning would have been a waste of effort. With a look over at Brett and Lauren to make sure that they hadn't suddenly started throwing things at each other - other than smouldering looks and such like - he gave Monica a nod and moved around the sofa to open up the French doors enough for them to walk through.<br/><br/>The way the house worked on the hill meant that the main level from the front entrance actually became an upper floor at the rear of the house and so the pool - with lights that cycled slowly from red through blue to green and then back to red again - was visible below them. Directly above them but set back a little so there was nothing over their heads was a bedroom and below them was a small guest suite and equipment room for pool supplies and garden furniture etc.<br/><br/>Gabe sighed as he stepped forward and laid a hand on the thin brushed metal top of the glass fronted balcony. It was still warm from the sun of the day but not as warm as Monica's hip. He let his hand slide up a little on the underside of her top. He was taking quite the liberty given that they had only just met but he knew that it wasn't really considered to be all that much of a liberty given what she'd just said before they had stepped out here.<br/><br/>Gabe looked out at the nighttime view. Out to sea there was a cruise liner right at the horizon heading out on the start of a cruise and several smaller boats with twinkling lights closer to the shore. Over to the left there was the town they'd just come from and overhead there were several fast-moving lights from planes either landing or taking off from Orlando or Miami. Had Gabe been on his own he could have spent several minutes simply enjoying the view in silence and working out in his head what each plane was doing and working out which of Orlando or Miami that they were heading to or coming from. Brett would have called him a geek - which would have been the absolute God's honest truth but then it was hard to fight his nature. For the moment, however, the geek was kept firmly in check and the man was the more dominant personality. It helped that there was such a striking woman stood next to him.<br/><br/>"Brett and Lauren seem to be getting on very well don't you think?" He suggested as he turned to look away from the stunning view out to sea to the equally stunning view standing right next to him. "Us too, of course, but I'm very glad everything seems to be going swimmingly."<br/><br/>Then he sighed slightly at using the word 'swimmingly'. Brett would have raised an eyebrow at that but wouldn't have said anything harsh because he'd have worked out that Gabe would already have realized he'd used an uncommon word. To deflect from his using an odd word, Gabe moved a little closer to and then slightly behind Monica. He put his own rum and coke on a nearby table and then Monica's which, he thought afterwards was perhaps a little presumptive. Well then, if that was presumptive then what he did next was one hell of a lot more presumptive than taking her drink off her.<br/><br/>He decided to channel his 'inner Brett' for a bit and pulled Monica's hair back off her left shoulder to expose it fully and pushed the hair towards her right shoulder. He leaned in and kissed the back of her head and then the top of her shoulder. Outside of the bar and the car, and now on a balcony with only occasional zephyrs of breeze he could more fully appreciate the perfume that the woman was wearing. Intoxicating didn't even come close.<br/><br/>"So if I do anything you don't want, please just say. I'd rather that than me going off and spoiling things," he suggested softly into her left ear before he kissed it and then the top of her shoulder again. He moved directly behind her then (stepping closer so that his front pressed against her back and brushed his hands down both sides of her insubstantial top. Then, since he'd done a small reconnoiter of the area already he easily slipped both hands underneath the top given that the back was essentially only a spaghetti string tied in a bow at the bottom. He left the string tied for now but already had plans to undo it rather sooner than later. He kept his hands flat against her skin and explored her waist and then ventured around the front to her stomach. The reality matched and surpassed his imagination of how her taut stomach would feel. He pressed closer still against her and rested his chin on her shoulder-blade.<br/><br/>"You feel divine, you know. As an interested party I can confidently state that all the effort was entirely worthwhile. At least so far as I can tell to date."<br/><br/>Another kiss on her ear and, since Brett undoubtedly would have done it, Gabe slipped the bottom of the lobe between his teeth and pressed them together slowly. For added effect he let his tongue tickle the captured piece of ear for a couple of seconds as well.<br/><br/>He opened his mouth to ask permission for what he wanted to do next but then since Brett wouldn't have done it, he closed it again without saying a word. He realized that he<strong>wasn't</strong>Brett, of course, but he hoped that the elbows in the face and the knees in the groin that non-Bretts risked getting all the while might stay away a few minutes longer. He slid a hand upwards slowly from her stomach and instantly felt a wave of 'what the fuck are you doing?' wash over him for acting so far out of character. It was only a supreme force of will, and some element of scientific experimentation, which let him continue with his move which eventually led him to be cupping the face of her right breast in his hand. He could feel a very large and very - very - pert nipple pressing imploringly into his palm. No elbows or knees made an appearance.<br/><br/>"Okay, so this feels divine. What went before was merely stupendous. I'll.... I'll shut up now won't I?"