"I don’t understand what happened. Did I pee on him?"
"No, Joni." Brad chuckled and pulled me to face him under the shower. "You squirted on him. Trust me, he dug it."
"What do you mean, squirted on him?"
"A lot of women squirt when they come. It’s like an ejaculation of sorts from a gland in your vagina. If you don’t normally do that, then it may have been the position you were in that did it, or having anal sex."
"Thank God. I thought I had peed on him. I wanted to cry." I buried my head in his neck as we stood under the water.
"Well, it was a pretty intense scene to watch. You started a orgy down there."
"I wish it had been with you."
"I know. But I’m proud that you let yourself go. You were really taking risks tonight."
"Yes I guess I did."
Brad turned off the water and wrapped a towel around me. He grabbed another towel and dried my face with it before drying himself.
"So because you were such a good girl, you can choose what you want to do for the rest of the evening."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"Like what?"
"Like whatever you want."
"Like fly to Paris for dinner?"
"Just Keep it up," he warned.
"Well, some dinner would be nice."
"That’s true, you haven’t eaten yet tonight. Do you want to go downstairs and eat?"
"I would like to spend the rest of the evening with just you. Can we have it brought up here and stay in our room?"
"Have you had enough of the others already?" he laughed, pulling me closer.
"Maybe, or maybe just not enough of you."
"I have a better idea actually." He picked up the phone and dialed a few digits. "Bridget, would you have a picnic put together for Joni and I with some crackers and cheese and a bottle of wine? And have Warren’s convertible brought around to the front in ten minutes. We’re going to go out for a moonlight drive."
"A moonlight drive?" I asked as he hung up the phone.
"Yes. There’s a place up the road that Warren showed me once that has a great view of the Sonoma valley. The moon is full enough tonight that I bet it’s spectacular. We’ll drive up and see." He seemed excited, like a young child about to go to the park.
"I’ll be right back."
He went down the hall and returned with two long coats made out of fake fur.
"Here," he said, opening one up for me to put on.
"Oh, how soft."
"I don’t think it’s very cold out, but these are fun to wear."
"I guess so, thanks."
We went down the hall to the front entrance where Bridget waited.
"Where is everyone?" asked Brad, taking the basket from Bridget.
"In the dungeon," she answered.
"We’ll be back in a while. Thank you."
A vintage Cadillac convertible was waiting in the circular driveway.
"Wow, it’s beautiful." Brad opened the passenger door for me and I slid in.
"It’s Warren’s treasure."
"And he doesn’t mind you driving it?"
Brad laughed. "I’ll have to ask him when we get back."
"Brad!" I laughed as he pulled out of the driveway.
"Well, he took your cherry tonight." He looked ahead as he told me. "Seems only fitting that I take his for a ride."
I didn’t say anything more as we drove out of the gate to the property and up the road. Brad turned up a steep road that led to a clearing that overlooked the valley. He put the top down and turned off the engine. Lights flickered from the cities below.
"Wow, you were right. It’s breathtaking."
"Is it too cold with the top down?"
"No, I don’t think so."
"Let’s get in the back where there is more room."
We both laughed as we climbed over the seats and settled into the back. Brad opened the basket and poured us each a glass of wine. Then he sat the plate of crackers and cheese on my lap.
"To a wonderful weekend," he said, raising his glass for a toast.
"Yes it has been."
Our glasses tapped as he leaned forward and kissed me. "I’m glad you came."
"Me too."
He sat back and let out a sigh, looking at the lights below.
"Why did you let Warren take my cherry, as you put it, if it was something you wanted?"
"Good question." He took a sip of wine and stared straight ahead. "Part of it was seeing how far you would let yourself go. Part of it was reciprocating kindness to a friend and great host. I like pleasing people. Him as much as you."
"Really? It’s the same for you?"
"Well, I enjoy pleasing you more than I do him, but it’s the same basic principal."
"And you would put his pleasure before yours?"
"Yes, just like I do yours. I was also looking at the pleasure the three of you were bringing to the rest of his guests."
"Were you hard when you were watching us?" I sipped my wine and watched his face for the truth.
"Very."
"You wanted it to be your cock fucking my ass?"
He looked at me and grinned. "Are you baiting me, Joni?"
I laughed and finished my wine. "I think I am."
"Don’t worry. I’ll take your ass tonight. He may have been first, but he won’t be the last."
I squirmed in the seat and let out a deep breath. He laughed at my response.
"Come here," he said opening his coat and exposing his naked body. "Open your coat and sit on my lap facing me."
I put our glasses back in the basket and sat it on the front seat along with the plate of cheese and crackers. The night air was cold as I opened my coat and climbed on top of him.
"Oh, you’re warm," I cooed, rubbing my breasts against his chest. His hands moved around my waist beneath the coat and pushed my torso up so that his mouth had access to my nipples.
"Mmm..." I purred as he sucked one and then the other. I felt free out in the night air, naked and exposed to him and the world.
"You have the greatest nipples." He smacked his lips and pulled me down on his lap so that we faced each other. His cock was hard pressing against my bottom.
"I think he wants to play."
"Yes, he’s been waiting patiently all day. It won’t be long now."
"Oh?" I grinned hopefully.
Brad laughed and shook his head. "You’re a greedy little thing." He lifted me up and sucked on my nipples again.
"Maybe you’re turning me into a nymphomaniac." I moaned from his caresses.
"I think you already were one and just didn’t know it."
"Will you take me now?" I whispered.
"Not yet." He spanked my ass playfully. "Let’s go back to the house."