Hand-in-hand, the couples rounded the mansion, padding along the soft green grass which descends to a slope. Mike had parked his car underground. Once the garage door rolled up, Jessica and Roberts's eyes went wide open at the cars parked there. Mike’s car actually is the lowest profiled one. There was a Bentley, Austin Martin, a Ferrari, and a few Hummers that is used by the bodyguards. The cars didn’t surprise Sarah but the Harleys Davidsons and antique Royal Enfield parked at a corner magnetized her the most.
“Your dad must be crazy about cars!!!” Jessica gasped with awe.
“Yeah right!!! You expect him to drive these?” Mike asked, leaning on the door entry
“Then, it’s yours?” he just nodded to Robert’s question and walked towards his usual BMW.
He opened the driver's seat’s door when another delicate hand inter
10 minutes grew into 15. And then 30 and then 45– even after Sarah’s constant self-reminding curse, to not react to his touch. It only feeds his excitement. Leading the way, Sarah shuffled 2 paper bags in her hand while Mike carried 1, close to her back– like literally, following her butt sways and tiny jiggles. Until it stopped and he bumped into her. Disappointed with the interruption of his personal porn, he frowned down at her. She stood frozen with bitten lips and wide eyes. Joseph’s cold face greeted them as soon as she made it through 2 huge white, timber doors that probably were custom-made, into a tastefully lit foyer. Mike thought for a minute before a smirk appeared on his face and pushed Sarah forward. Only Sarah can coax this old fox. But not be
A beach buggy was waiting for them at the exit. Mike looked over his shoulder to Robert and Jessica, who were following them closely. “You guys need buggy?” being exhausted, they took the offer and sped to the beach house. 2 gone, 1 more left, that is Leo. Mike signaled Leo to not follow them, insisting on walking Sarah to the beach house. Strong sea breeze clings to their clothes, gently swaying palm trees. Hair strands flung wild, needing consistent attention. The vicinity grew colder and colder by second, shrinking Sarah a little as she tries to endure the temperature change. Mike wrapped her shoulder and pulled her closer to him “Are you sleepy?” he raised her hand to his lips, pressing gently. “No…” this is what he aimed for– slow walk, entertaining small talks with dimmed pathway light leading the way in perfect sequence.
At the end of the sandy beach, backing rocky mountain, there were 5 chalets raised high above raging tide with 4 strong, brick legs. The moon shines against the dark wooden building, giving it a little definition. Each chalet was about 25 feet away with 2 standing out, beaming brightly from within. On the stairs of the first one, Robert sat higher, tucking Jessica between his legs. Her head rested on his knees, facing the beach while Robert gently caressed her arm – chatting something. Noticing the other couple approaching them, Robert took out a beer from behind him and handed it to Mike. He too, sat on the staircase, next to Robert and pulled Sarah to sit in front of him, mimicking Jessica. They spend another few more hours like that, with their never-ending chitter-chatter. Robert offered a bottle of beer to Sarah, only to receive a
Flimsy pages of the newspaper rustled between Joseph’s fingers when a whirl caught his attention, procrastinating Donald Trump’s latest announcement. There she comes, climbing down the buggy with a smile brighter than the sun. The only agenda in their planner is to spend the day in the mansion, starting off with the PlayStation in Mike’s room. Sarah was unbeatable back in school but now she lost touch. After the third game, she was left with no choice but to sit on Mike’s lap to distract him. Before he could regain his view of the screen, Sarah had already won the game. Sarah even cooked a few simple dishes for Joseph, along with the regular buffet but in the end, they all fought for a bite of her cooking. It was about 4 o’clock in the afternoon. Sarah and
Steaming blood raced through their young veins. Cloths and shoes flung to scatter along the wooden floor in a trailing manner. Slippery smack of lips and moans filled the space. Teethes clashed, tongues tangled as steaming breath exchanged between their lips. It has been Mike’s habit to kiss anywhere he could but tonight, he left hickey anywhere he could. He even took a chance to bite her gently whenever he couldn’t control himself, leaving Sarah to yelp. She was busy satisfying and handling Mike that all she did was occasional kiss and digging her nails in his shoulder when she must revenge his bites. Her hand resort to fisting his hair at the back when biting his lips wasn’t helping anymore. Mike crawled to hover on top of her, holding down her hands, gaining leverage to her juicy body. Her breast took s
The sea is especially calm today. Seagulls arched over the sky, that is showering gentle warmth– or is it just Mike? He woke up next to a rag doll, submerged into a deep sleep with rhythmic calm breath– A rare occasion. He tiptoed out of the chalet, to the mansion for a coffee and some breakfast. When he re-entered the room, Sarah had just woken up. White sheets beneath her crumpled into million geometrical lines. In one hand, she held the duvet dearly to her chest, hiding her newborn nakedness. Her legs crossed sideways and a bit parted. Hair swept to one side. Her eyes were still shut and she looked like she is possessed by a ghost. “Good morning sweetheart…” his voice startled her and she looked up, hardly got a good look at him before shutting them back– bouncing between planets, perhaps. “Morning baby…” she wiggled 2 fingers at him as a ‘wave’.
A white bonded lorry parked next door. A young lady, busy giving out orders to the lorry driver, took notice of Sarah and threw her a smile. Before Sarah could settle to the ground, the blonde had already paced to her, stretching an arm for a greet. “Hi, I’m Amy. Amy Jefferson. We just moved into this house. Nice to meet you” they shook a decent welcome. “Hi, I’m Sarah Patel” before Sarah could carry on, a small figure rushed from inside the house and grabbed Amy’s arm “Mommy Mommy, there is a bathtub in your room. Come and see!!!” the small girl, who looked like a 5-year-old shook her mother’s hand enthusiastically. Very close to her is another tall, olive-skinned man. Amy picked up the little girl “This is my daughter, Asha and he is my husband Richard Jefferson.” They shook hands as Amy introduced the two. Soon they were joined by Mike, Jessica, and Robert and exchanged greeting. The brief introduction filled with Amy’s chattering and Richard’s hid
Sarah walked out from the house to bump into Amy, stretching a hose to water some potted plants she had arranged. “Hi” Amy lifts up her head to face Sarah, flashing the red bruising on her neck. “Hi. Off to work?” the bright tone from yesterdays upheld the same. “Yes... just have to wait for my boyfriend”“I see… you two look sweet together. Perfect match...” a gentle smile replied to Amy’s compliment. She then raised her hand to water overhead pots when Sarah noticed some more bruising on her wrist too. “Are you…ok?” Sarah asked hesitantly “Yes, I’m fine. Just a bit tired” she said without any change in expression. Sarah’s mind scrammed to formulate further questions when Mike walked out of the door, wearing a black Armani suit and a light blue in-shirt. He narrowed his eye as to inspect the situation, from her top to bottom “Are you, ready sweethe