Quid Pro Quo Ch. 01
Keywords: Ch., Quo, 01, Quid, Pro,
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She had spent the better part of the summer in that chaise-lounge, and Paul smiled to himself as he saw her there again, stretched-out and lounging lazily by the pool. His neighbor's wife Isabella was truly a gorgeous woman, and while she had spent much of the summer months out by the pool, Paul had spent just as many moments gazing from his office window at her flawless body. He found himself drifting from the dreariness of his work, and he was once again staring longingly at the statuesque young woman below. His eyes slowly traced every contour of her form, committing each curve to memory, voraciously taking in the experience of her body.
As his eyes darted across her body, she suddenly brought her hand up to cover the sun from her eyes, and she glanced upwards to Paul's window. Terrified, he froze in his place, momentarily transfixed by the fear of his situation. His face burned red with embarrassment, but she smiled gently and offered a conciliatory wave in his direction. Shaking, Paul barely managed to return the gesture. Without another thought, Isabella rolled over and exposed her beautiful back to the sun. Paul desperately tried to tear himself from the window, but the sight below him was too much, and his erection began to grow. Her olive tone skin glistened in the sunlight as Paul began to absently stroke himself through the fabric of his pants. He longed to be down there next her, to tear away the flimsy fabric of her bikini, and revel in the beauty of her body. Unzipping his pants and dropping them to the floor, Paul quickened his pace. He imagined her shapely long legs wrapped around him as they made love in the sunlight, her sweet Latin accented voice urging him on with each lust-driven thrust.
Paul's climax came on him suddenly and forcefully. Without warning, his seed shot across the desk and splatted audibly against the windowpane. Panicked, Paul quickly grabbed a Kleenex and began to wipe away at the glass, noticing only too late that Isabella had turned to face him once again. Paul was crimson as she waved at him once again, offering him a sly and all-too-knowing smile. Before he could respond, she motioned for him to come over. Paul stood motionless, hoping his silence would erase the incident altogether. Her voice, muffled by the separation of the glass, called out, "Paul, how about you come over for a drink?" There was no avoiding his predicament now, and Paul gathered himself together as he pondered his apologies to Isabella.
By the time Paul had made his way down the stairs and out through the back door to his neighbor's pool, Isabella had risen from her chaise-lounge and was now sitting seductively sipping a drink at the patio table. Her eyes flashed with sudden glee as she saw Paul sullenly making his way towards her. He tried to think of something to excuse his behavior. "Isabella, I am so sorry, I just lost control..." Before he could finish his thought, she closed the distance between them, standing uncomfortably close to Paul's trembling body. Once again, the sly smile came across her face, and she sipped slowly at her drink, torturing Paul with her silence. He lowered his head and muttered, almost incomprehensibly, "Isabella, I just... I should never have... I mean, you're so beautiful."
After an exceedingly long pull at the straw in her piņa colada, she brought her small hand to the side of Paul's face, caressing him softly as she raised his eyes to level her own. Isabella parted her lips, and broke the awkward silence, "Paul, I'm not upset." She turned again towards the patio and walked to the bar, "Now, didn't I invite you over for a drink?" Stunned, Paul followed her, entranced by the hypnotic movements of her hips as her high-heels clicked along the mosaic patio.
She flashed Paul her sly smile again, and leaning across the bar she asked, "What do you want Paul... to drink?" With her palms pressed down on the bar surface, and her body leaning forward, her full and perfect breasts seemed to taunt Paul all the more. She giggled to herself as she caught Paul staring at her body again. Coughing, Paul answered, "I'll just have whatever you're having, Isabella." She quickly poured Paul a piņa colada, and, rolling her eyes, she teased, "I'm surprised, that's a girl's drink Paul!" Isabella casually walked out from behind the bar and made her way to the table once again, patting the seat of the chair next to her, motioning for Paul to come over.
Her tongue reached out and grabbed at the straw, and she took a long sip at her drink, "I saw you today Paul, but I think you know that already." Paul's momentary sense of comfort and safety vanished immediately, and his head sunk. "Now, now, that's not what I meant at all, " she comforted, "what I mean to say is that I think we might come to some sort of a deal." Paul was at a loss, "I don't think I understand what you're getting at, Isabella." She rolled her soft brown eyes again, "My husband and I have an open marriage, Paul, and an agreement of sorts, that we call our 'Quid Pro Quo.'" Paul's confusion was evident, and without allowing him a response, she continued, "If my husband wants to be with a woman, he must agree to share her with me, and vice-versa. It's very simple, Paul." Paul's mind whirled at the revelation that this beautiful creature was a bisexual, and his mind was suddenly filled with images of her tight olive-skinned body rubbing passionately against feminine flesh, "I think I understand, Isabella."
That curious smile came across her face again, and she jumped up from her chair, straddling Paul with her legs. Running her fingernails seductively down Paul's chest, she leaned forward and offered him a lust-filled kiss. Paul's heart raced as he responded to her sudden passion; he grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to him. Suddenly she pushed Paul's chest back with a playful thrust of her arms, "No, no, not yet, Paul. We need to wait for my husband Charles." The sudden mention of her husband's name brought Paul sharply back to reality. Charles was a tall and fit young black man, and a very successful corporate attorney. He puzzled to himself, "she didn't expect him to...was he supposed to... with Charles?"
Still straddling Paul's lap, Isabella sensed his sudden shock. "I understand if you're uncomfortable about this, Paul, and if you want to back out, I understand," she reached down to his crotch, and grabbed Paul's throbbing penis through the cloth of his pants, "but... something tells me that you're going to be here tonight at eight." With a playful squeeze of his penis, she slowly lifted herself off of Paul's lap, and wordlessly walked back through the open French doors to her house.
Paul must have sat in that chair for ten minutes before he could manage to stand, but eventually he rose, and in a strange daze, he made his way back to his own house. The thoughts that channeled through his mind were things that he had never questioned before; he had never considered himself to be bi-sexual and he had never thought of another man in a sexual sense. Despite all of his uneasiness, Paul couldn't escape his desire to be with Isabella. He knew that he would be there at eight.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Paul thought as he knocked on his neighbor's door. Moments later Isabella opened the door, wearing an impossibly short black mini skirt and a tight fitting low-cut top. She beamed as she welcomed Paul in, "So you've decided that you're interested?" Paul paused for a moment, and then nodded affirmatively.
Isabella jumped up and hugged him, planting an enormous kiss on his surprised face. Retreating briefly, she began to speak, "Paul, I'm afraid I haven't been entirely honest about what this deal entails. Charles is very specific about what he wants from a girl, and so we have a lot of work to do before he gets home." Paul's mind jumped at the word "girl," but still he followed the entrancing sway of Isabella's hip up the stairs, watching as her short skirt rose to reveal the tops of her seamed stockings. They made their way to the master bedroom, and Isabella playfully pushed Paul down on the bed. Straddling across his lap once again, she kissed him with sudden passion and pulled his shirt over his head. The kiss continued for some minutes as Paul caressed her body with an adolescent's sense of wonder. Giggling again, she pulled herself from Paul's hands and stood up. "Well, don't just sit there Paul, we have lots of work to do to get you ready. Take off your clothes and meet me in the bathroom."
Paul seemed to have no control of his actions as he quickly disrobed and followed the intoxicating woman to the enormous master-bathroom. Isabella was seated at the edge of the Jacuzzi tub, her beautiful legs crossed demurely, "Now hop inside Paul, don't waste time!" Almost reflexively, he followed her command and sat himself down in the lilac-scented warm water. That sly smile came to Isabella's sweet lips as he sat down, "Good Paul, now we can get to work. We're going to have to shave your legs so they'll look nice for Charles..." Paul's trance was broken by this suggestion, and, bristling, he blurted, "This is too much Isabella, I was willing to give this all a chance because I want you so much... but... I just... can't." Isabella's face darkened, and her enchanting brown eyes looked as though they might begin to well up with tears. She looked deeply at Paul, saying, "I just want to be you Paul, and this is the only way we can have that..." Before Isabella could finish, he took the razor from her hand and began to awkwardly shave his legs.
As he dried himself with the towel, Paul noticed that the feminine lilac smell seemed to linger on his body, and that the sensations of being suddenly hairless were surprisingly alluring. Seeing Paul rise from the tub, Isabella ran forward and hugged his naked body deeply. As she brought her head up to kiss Paul, her hand reached down to fondle his growing erection. Paul's trance was fully on him yet again, and he knew he would do whatever this woman asked of him.
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Keywords: Ch., Quo, 01, Quid, Pro,