Chapter 7: Week 2 – Seattle

After a great weekend in Palo Alto with Marina, I wanted to make sure her weekend visiting me in Seattle was something special.

I knew Rina was landing at Sea-Tac just after 6:00 pm on Friday. I had plans for a casual dinner on Friday after we arrived back at my condo downtown.

I wanted to do something fun and active on Saturday before going to a romantic dinner on Saturday night. In our brief relationship, we had yet to have a special, romantic, dinner just us alone. And I figured Sunday would be a day to just wing it before Marina’s flight home.

I made it out to Sea-Tac early not wanting to get stuck in commute traffic or a parking snafu at the airport. I waited patiently at the main terminal towards the bottom of the escalator. I kept my eye on the big board tracking the planes that landed. When I saw that her SFO flight had made it to their assigned gate I got up from my seat and positioned myself near the escalator.

As a group of people started down the moving stairs, I finally saw Marina. She looked lovely in her gray business slacks, pink blouse, and black heels. She wore a pearl necklace and earrings.

At 6’-3” I am hard to miss, but even more so holding a giant bouquet of flowers. When our eyes connected, I think I melted. Her smile went from average to amazing. The sparkle in her eyes looked like diamonds.

As she got to the bottom of the escalator, I moved toward her and gave my famous bear hug, lifting her off the ground. When I put her down, I noticed two older women behind her on the escalator smiling their approval of our young love.

“I’ve missed you!” Rina exclaimed. “And all these flowers! You are the best!”

Rina had checked a bag, so we moved to baggage claim and waited. One of the women I saw behind Rina approached us. “I would have killed to have a man greet me at the airport with flowers when I was your age,” she told Marina. “He’s a keeper!” as she winked at me.

“Yes, he is. Thanks,” Rina said. I’m pretty sure I was a bit red.

We went straight to my condo, and I gave her a quick tour of my two-bed and two-bath downtown bachelor pad. After she freshened up a bit I made us dinner of a Cobb Salad with chicken, white wine, and dinner rolls. We hung out that night by just watching tv and comparing our week and comparing what our friends and parents had said.

“My mother was so impressed that you surprised me last Friday. She said she was not surprised. My Dad, however, cautioned me to slow down. He’s worried we’re moving too fast. I told him that is something that we are very aware of. But he also told me that I looked so happy that weekend,” Marina said.

I laughed and told her that was basically the same thing my folks said. I told her that Allen and I talked several times and that he is hopeful we can make our distance work. “And Jenny just thinks you’re so cute. She thinks if Allen and Jeanette think we’re a good match she’s sure we can make it work. Jenny said they know us best,” I said.

After a bit of tv, I told Marina I had a special treat for her, but I needed ten minutes to set it up. I soon called her to my bedroom where I had pulled back the bedding and put down several towels, and an old bedsheet. I had candles lit, soft music playing, and I had changed into nothing by my long navy robe.

As she entered, she stopped at the doorway. “What is all of this?” she said with a grin on her face.

“I will be your masseuse. I need you to strip down and lay face down so I can begin your massage Miss Flores,” I told her. “Excuse me as you disrobe, I will return shortly.”

I exited the bedroom taking a bottle of baby oil with me. I poured the oil into a bowl and slowly heated it in the microwave. I also poured us another glass of wine. I took the wine into my room and placed the glasses on the dresser. Rina was already in position. I returned with the oil and whispered, “I am going to give you a full-body sensual massage. I have warm oil. During this massage, I will have you flip over as well. Any questions?”

“No. This sounds like heaven,” she said.

I took a palm full of oil and slowly dripped it from my hand as I trailed down her spine. Oil from the nape of her neck to the crack of her perfect ass. I slowly spread the oil with soft yet firm strokes from top to bottom and side to side. “Let me know how the pressure is,” I asked her.

After several minutes of working on her back and shoulders, I took more oil and did the same thing to both legs. I massaged her hamstrings, calves, and feet. “Oh my God. Where did you learn this? And why did you take so long to give me this massage,” she inquired.

Finally, I took some oil and carefully drizzled it on her brown firm ass. I made circular motions with the oil and finally down the crack of her ass, making sure there was more than enough. I kneaded her gluteus maximus causing her to moan in non-sexual pleasure. I continued to her hips and back to her ass. I slowly pushed her legs apart gently and allowed one finger to go from the middle of her back down her spine, and into the crack of her ass. As I drug my finger across her sphincter, I applied a bit more pressure causing Rina to twitch. I was into the folds of her pussy lips causing her to moan slightly. “Ooohhhhhh, that is nice,” she whispered.

My finger went up and down her pussy and teased her asshole a couple of times. I gently inserted two fingers into her sex pot and in ultra-slow-motion, I pushed down as I searched for her magic g-spot. I knew I was successful when she moaned some more. Not wanting to bring her to orgasm yet I pulled out, caressed her ass a bit more, and asked her to turn over.

“Would you like a sip of water or wine?” I asked.

She looked up at me as I stood to the side of the bed naked, complete with a full boner. The soft candles made the room look so romantic and the music set the perfect tone. “No. I want you to continue,” she said.

I took another palm full of the warm oil and raised it about two feet above her body and let the oil slip through my fingers onto her body. I took a bit more oil and made sure that there was ample on her large firm breasts. I slowly started massaging her boobs. Knowing Rina loved her nipples pinched I did that occasionally too. I made sure to rub her upper shoulders, arms, and hands. I did a nice push and pull technique across her torso as well.

I took a small amount of oil and applied some directly to her upper thighs. Marina instinctively opened her legs. I asked if she’d like me to get her off and she smiled and muttered, “Yes.”

Before I did that, I made sure to do a quick rub down of her legs and thighs before moving north. I caressed her pubic area and gently folded back her lips. I did one long slow lick of her pussy lips from top to bottom. As I finished, I slid one finger into her warm wet box. Marina released a long soft sigh, “Oh yes baby. I’ve been waiting all week for you to touch me.”

Before long she was moving her hips and moaning as I fingered her love box. I followed her lead and when she got faster, I went faster. Her breathing shortened and her head rolled back. Her hips started to rise off the bed and she begged me, “Harder! Faster! Make me cum baby!” As soon as she finished that sentence Marina’s body shook and she let out a cute little baby scream, “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oohhhh fuuuck!” she said.

As she came down from her orgasm her eyes were now wide open. She reached for my throbbing erect cock, and I stepped back. “Not tonight. Tonight, was all about you.”

“No, I want to make you cum,” she told me.

I looked her deep in the brown eyes, “Tomorrow Babe. Tonight was all about you,” I told her again.

Her scent was intoxicating. I leaned over and passionately kissed my girlfriend. Long, soft, wet kisses.

When finished I told her to stand up and that I would wipe the oil off her body and fix the bed. I handed her a glass of water and told her she’d need to drink a lot of water for the next twenty-four hours as the forty-minute massage would flush out toxins from her body.

As I took the oily towels and bed sheet off the bed, I told her she could lay down. I went out to the living room and kitchen to turn off the lights and returned. I turned off the music, blew out the candles, and climbed into bed. Instinctively Marina and I spooned together.

“Scott, that was the most sensual and erotic thing a man has ever done for me. Thank you,” Rina told me.

“Babe, it was my pleasure. But to clarify, the boys you’ve been with in the past were not making love to you as I do. I care about your pleasure. Those boys cared only about their pleasure,” I said confidently. “And they did not love you as I do.”

“God, my heart is melting. You surprised me at my office with flowers last weekend. You have flowers tonight. You obviously planned this tonight. I know you love me, and I know I love you,” Marina confided.

She wiggled her perfect ass into my hard cock and I gave her a little thrust. “Not tonight” I whispered. “Let’s get some sleep.”

Saturday

Little did Marina know what I planned for today.

We woke casually and I made coffee for us. When Rina came out to the living room, she stopped and stared out my picture window. From my condo, she could easily see Pike Street Market and the Puget Sound beyond.

“That is beautiful,” she said.

“Just like you,” I teased as I poured us both coffee.

“What are we doing today? I have so much I want to see,” she told me.

Trying to plan everything to a tee I hadn’t even stopped to think she might have things she’d like to see. “What is on your list?” I asked.

“Pike Market, Space Needle, the university,” she said when I cut her off.

“The university? Really? Why?” I asked kind of confused.

“Well,” she said, “I was thinking this week. Another option is that I could pursue an MBA. Should we progress down this road, I would not be opposed to moving to Seattle for grad school.”

I was a bit shocked, “Oh. That is interesting. But that would mean we’d be committed to Seattle until June of ’95.” I really want to be back in California before that. Definitely by January 1994” I told her.

“It is just an idea. Besides, I hear the campus is very pretty,” Marina said.

“Yes, very beautiful. I’ve been several times to the Delta house and to a couple of Husky football games,” I said.

“Ok, enough about that,” Rina said, “what did you have planned?”

“Well, Pikes and the Space Needle are both on my unofficial tour list” I joked.

“No, seriously what is on your schedule. I know you have a timeline,” she said sarcastically.

“Guilty,” I replied. “I thought after coffee we could go for a short run through downtown and walk-through Pikes. Then we’d shower and go to the Boeing Aerospace Museum. I know your dad would love it,” I told Rina. 

“Oh, you know he would,” Rina said.

“Ok, then I want to take you down to Lake Union. I know a good place for lunch down on the water’s edge. And I have tickets for the Space Needle at 6:30 pm so we can see the sunset,” I told her but left out another surprise.

Our day went as planned: Run, Pikes, shower, Boeing, Lake Union, and lunch. It was about 2:00 pm and I suggested we go back to my place for a bit. Upon arriving I poured Rina a glass of wine and we sat on my balcony looking out on the Sound. As we talked Marina told me, “I owe you for last night. I’m feeling kind of frisky. Wanna fuck here on your balcony?”

Very shocked I told her, “There is nothing more I’d like to do right now, but maybe we should save that for tonight when it’s dark,” knowing that tons of other condos and apartments would be able to see us.

“I’ll settle for tonight, but I still want you to fuck me right now,” she told me. “I want to do it in the living room so I can see this amazing view.”

We moved inside and started making out on the couch. We slowly took off each other’s clothes. Knowing Rina wanted to see the Puget Sound I moved the extra-large ottoman closer to my sliding glass door and told her “Get on all fours, Babe.”

“Oh yes, this will be amazing,” Marina said.

We started with a nice slow sensual fuck session. At one point she sat up a bit and I pulled her two arms behind her back. My chest was up against her back and head. I started kissing her neck causing her to moan softly. I moved up and sucked on her earlobe and then tickled her ear with my tongue, making sure to blow my warm breath in her ear too.

“Oh my God. Keep doing that. Such a turn-on,” she stammered.

After a few more licks and tickles, I released her arms and told her to “Hold on because I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

“Yes, make me your vixen. Fuck me. Fuck this horny vixen,” she whispered.

I started to pick up the speed as I slapped her ass a few times. I was going full speed while Marina was moaning and breathing heavily. “Is this how you want it Vixen?” I asked. “Are you enjoying the view Vixen?”

“Yes, Scott,” she struggled to say as I rammed my cock deep into her. “I love the view. I love how you’re fucking me. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me harder baby!”

As I continued, I wanted to mark my territory. “When I tell you I want you on your knees on the floor. I want to cum all over those perfect tits,” I told her.

“Oh yes. I want your load on my tits. Cum all over me. Gimmie that big load,” Marina told me as I’m jackhammering her hot, wet, love box.

“Oh yes, get on the floor,” I told her. Before I could start to stroke myself, Rina grabbed my cock with one hand and began to play with “the boys” with the other hand.

As she looked me in the eyes, “Cum on my tits. Gimmie that load baby!” she exclaimed.

“I’m cumming. Get ready. I’m cumming!” I yelled as I shot a rope of my hot sticky man milk on her upper chest. The next few ropes hit her perfect tits and as I was finishing Rina put my cock in her mouth.

“Mmmmm, so tasty,” she said. Rina then licked my shaft and head, cleaning the cum off my cock. She wiped up a big glob of jizz off one tit and put her fingers in her mouth. “Oh my God, that was so hot. I love being your vixen and getting you off.”

Looking at Marina, I said, “That was very hot. You are amazing,” trying to get my breathing back to normal.

Rina then rubbed the cum all over her tits and played with her nipples. “Mmmm,” she purred. “Sit down handsome, I’m going to put on a show for you.”

I sat on the couch and watched as Rina continued to play with her nipples. Soon one hand was rubbing her clit. Then two fingers were in her honey pot. She was leaning back against my living room chair, while her legs were spread wide open, and she was moaning. Her fingers alternated between rubbing her clit and driving deep into herself.

“Oh Rina, you’re so hot. You dirty little vixen. Cum for me baby!” I told her.

She was now focusing on her clit while her left hand was pinching her right nipple. “I’m close. I’m close,” she whispered.

“Let it go, babe! Cum for me,” I said as I stroked my now hard cock.

“Oooohhhh yessss!” she screamed. “Oh yes! Oh, fuck!” Her body twitched as she climaxed. She was again panting trying to catch her breath.

“Fucking hot,” I told Marina. “So fucking hot. Let me taste you.”

Rina raised her hand and I sucked on her fingers savoring her sweet nectar. I pulled her to her feet, and we embraced. Marina whispered, “Kiss me,” and she jammed her tongue into my mouth.

We made our way to the shower and washed up. I paid special attention to her tits and upper chest, joking, “Just to make sure I get all of my cum washed off you.”

Marina laughed, “And play with my tits. You’re not fooling me.”

After drying off we lay on the bed simply holding hands and relaxing. I mentioned our Space Needle reservations and suggested we go early and walk around the area. I explained to Rina that this was the site of the 1962 World’s Fair so there is much more there than just “the Needle.”

“What are our dinner plans?” she asked.

“We’re winging it tonight,” I lied.

We made the short walk to the Space Needle area. There was a basketball arena, a children’s museum, a few kiddie rides, and so much more. We stopped for a short while to watch some street performers as we held hands.

I kept telling myself to slow down. She might not be as perfect as she seemed. She may not want to leave Palo Alto even though she says she wants to return home to San Diego.

As we walked towards the Needle, I casually asked about Palo Alto and San Diego. She confirmed her intentions to move home sometime soon. It had been ten years since she left. She misses her parents and extended family, especially Jeanette.

“I know we’ve talked about a lot of stuff the past few weeks, but one thing I want to ask you is, do you really want kids after marriage?” I asked.

“You beat me to it, dang it! I wanted to have this discussion this weekend too,” she said looking me dead in the eyes. “I know we’ve talked about this briefly, but, yes, I want to have kids. At least two, maybe three.”

“Ok, once again we’re on the same page. I want two. Not sure about three, but open to the idea. I’d have to see where in life we were at the point,” I confirmed.

She laughed, “We? Freudian slip?”

“No. We are talking about it, so I simply was talking about us and we,” I told her. “I’ve been wanting to ask, why did your parents not have any other kids?”

“They tried. Several times in fact. Both Mom and Aunt Jo had multiple miscarriages for some reason. After a while, the four of them decided to move close to one another so Jay and I would be like sisters. And we are. I’ll be honest, I worry that I might have an issue trying to get pregnant.”

“Wow, that is heavy,” I said.

“And do not, ever, bring the subject up to my parents. Dad is a bit more sensitive than my mother,” Marina said in a serious tone of voice.

“Ok, back to us and kids. Two huh? Boy and a girl or two of the same sex?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she told me. “I only know girl stuff. Probably one of each. I think that is probably best.”

“Jenny and I are so close, and I’d love to have my kids be just like us,” I told Rina. “I think each sex is more aware of the other sex that way. I knew way more about a girl’s period and that type of stuff than my buddies who didn’t have a sister.”

Thankfully we were now at the base of the Needle now. “How many times have you been up to the top,” Marina asked.

I laughed, “This will be my fourth time in three years. In my first four months here, I went up three times. Once when I came for my interview, once when my parents visited about a month after I moved, and once when Jenny and Jeff visited right before they got married.”

I went to the ticket booth and told them I had reservations and my name. The woman told me, “Your table won’t be ready for thirty minutes at 7:00 pm.”

I told her I knew that, but we wanted to go to the observation deck first. “She has no idea we’re having dinner here,” I told the woman.

She smiled and asked, “Special occasion?”

Whispering, I told her, “No, just a surprise. It’s her first time in Seattle.”

I walked away from the ticket area and joined Rina. “OK, let’s go.” We went into the building and lined up for the elevator. Once we arrived at the viewing deck, I slowly guided her around, pointing out various landmarks. Once on the Sound side, I showed her the various islands across the sound, Pikes Market, where we ran, and my building. We sat for a bit and just soaked up the view. It was a gorgeous September evening. I looked at my watch and it was time to go downstairs to the restaurant.

“OK, let’s go,” I told her.

As we entered the elevator, I asked an older man to hit “the restaurant level button please.”

Marina looked at me, “What are we doing?”

I fibbed and said, “I don’t know, maybe we can eat here.”

A woman in the elevator chuckled, “You need a reservation. I called yesterday and they’re booked full tonight.”

The doors opened and I asked to leave pulling Marina behind me. “But she said they’re booked,” Rina said.

As we stepped out, I casually told her, “Well, let’s give it a shot. You never know.” We walked towards the restaurant, and I asked the hostess if they had any openings tonight. She told me that they were fully booked. I winked at her and said, “Scott Williams, 7:00 pm.”

“Oh, Mr. Williams. OK. Please follow me,” the hostess said.

Marina looked at me funny, “I think I’ve been set up. Scott Williams 7:00 pm.”

I gave her a wink and motioned for her to follow the young woman.

The hostess took us to a table for two adjacent to the windows. “One of the best tables. Susan is your waitress tonight; she’ll be with you in a moment. Enjoy your evening,” she told us.

I pulled out Marina’s chair for her and then sat down myself. Looking at me with a loving look, “Winging it tonight, huh?”

“I wanted a nice little surprise for tonight,” I told her. I begin to explain to Rina that the restaurant level rotated 360 degrees, so our view would be ever-changing.

Susan introduced herself and went over the night’s specials and told us she’d return in a few minutes. I looked at the wine list thinking I’d get a bottle of white wine since I knew Marina would order a fish entrée.

When we ordered, Rina selected the fresh local wild salmon, and I ordered the shrimp scampi. I told Susan we’d like a bottle of the local Chateau St. Michele Sauvignon Blanc.

Marina looked across the table at me and reached for my hands with both of hers. As we looked into each other’s eyes she sarcastically asked, “Any other surprises for me this weekend Mr. Williams?”

I laughed and told her “No, I only plan one surprise each weekend.”

We spent the next ninety minutes dining on a great Caesar Salad, our entrees with wild rice pilaf, and steamed veggies, and we split an amazing blackberry cheesecake. Marina looked at me and said, “Scott Williams, this has been the most romantic dinner of my life. Great food, amazing view, and a man that I know loves me as much as I love him. Thank you.”

“I’m smitten with you Miss Marina Flores,” I said teasingly. “But, yes, I couldn’t have asked for a better dinner date than you have been tonight. I love you.”

I saw her eyes watering up, “Scott! Don’t make me cry!” she said.

We made our exit and took the elevator down to the street level and made the walk back to my building. It was a brisk walk as the temperature had dipped quickly as the sun set on the Puget Sound. It was about 9:00 pm as we snuggled on the couch and turned on the tv.

Marina started to kiss me, “I want to show you how much I love you.” Slowly she pulled off my shirt and unbuckled my belt. “Hmmm, what is this?” she asked as she rubbed my cock through my chinos. With my zipper now down, she had pulled out my cock. “I want you to cum in my mouth handsome.”

I made a few adjustments and quickly my shoes and pants were off, so I was fully naked on the couch. As we kissed, I took off her clothes. “Seeing you naked is such a turn-on, you have a perfect body,” I told her.

“Lay back and relax,” she told me.

As she bobbed on my cock, I was watching this hottie lick my shaft, suck on my cock, flick my mushroom head, and stroke my dick. “Oh Rina, that feels so good,” I said in a half whisper and half moan.

I knew she was teasing me as she went really fast for a while and then changed speed to super slow. She edged me like this three times when she reminded me, “Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you.”

Rina went back to a fast pace, and I told her not to slow down, “Faster, please. My balls are aching, and I need to blow my load.”

She looked me in the eyes as she continued. More stroking, licking, sucking, and fondling my balls. “Cum baby! Cum baby” she quickly said. And then she really started sucking on my cock, not just bobbing.

“Oh, fuck yes!” I stammered. “YES! I’m almost there!” The sight of her pleasuring me was so hot. My hips started to buck and as I busted my nut, I pushed her head down with both hands. “Swallow babe! Swallow!” I yelled. I let go of her head and she stayed down. She raised her head and we made eye contact again. She opened her mouth showing me my big load and swallowed every single drop. Then she licked my cock to clean me up.

“Thank you, baby,” she told me.

“No, thank you. That blowie was incredible!” I proclaimed.

“My pleasure. God, I’m so wet from that,” she said. “But seriously, I wanted to show you how thankful I am. You treat me like a Princess. I’ve been on cloud nine for over two weeks now.”

“I get it, Rina,” I told her. I pulled her up towards me and give her a long, wet, passionate kiss. “Shall we go to bed?”

“Yes, I want to cuddle you. No sex tonight. I want to save it all for tomorrow before I have to leave,” Rina said seriously.

We cuddled in bed and talked some before we fell asleep.

Sunday

The danger of having a bedroom with a view is forgetting to close your blinds and drapes. Any bit of morning sun and I wake up. Thankfully this day it wasn’t until 7:10 am. And I had to pee. As I slipped out of bed, I grabbed a tee and gym shorts. I used the bathroom and headed to the kitchen. I had brunch planned but I wouldn’t need much prep time. I made coffee and turned on the morning news.

About thirty minutes later I heard Marina rise. As she walked into the living room she said, “Good morning handsome!” I looked to see her once again wearing my shirt from the night before.

“Don’t you have something cuter than my golf polo to wear,” I joked?

“Yes, but I like your shirts. I can smell you,” she said.

I poured Rina a cup of coffee and she joined me on the couch. As we watched the news, I asked her when she was flying home, trying to figure out what we might be able to do today.

“Early, 3:30 pm,” she told me. “What time do you think we need to leave?”

“Probably 12:30 pm to be safe. Traffic is so unpredictable, and then the terminal is huge,” I said.

“I suppose I need to be in the shower by 11:45 then. I’ll fly home ultra-casual with a ponytail,” Rina told me.

“OK, that sounds good. Another run this morning?” I asked.

“Sure, but let me wake up a bit first,” she said.

“Sure. And I have a nice brunch planned for you today” I informed her.

Marina smiled, “See you treat me like a Princess! What’s on the menu?”

“Pretty simple,” I told her. “Waffles with fresh berries, scrambled eggs, and bacon.”

“Mmmmm, that sounds good. I might want to skip that run,” she laughed.

“Not a chance!” I proclaimed, “After that cheesecake last night I need to get a good sweat going.”

“Well, I bet your vixen can make you sweat,” she said seductively as she looked over her coffee cup at me.

“True, but just think how good we’ll feel after our run. C’mon let us get going Babe,” I told her.

We prepared for our run. There she was again looking like an athletic model on the cover of some fitness magazine as she stood in the bedroom looking at herself in the mirror. Today she wore long black lycra tights and a red long sleeve Stanford performance tee.

“You look great,” I told her. “Let’s go.”

We went on a different route this day but ended up again at Pikes Market. As we powerwalked through the market the “flying fish” guys were chatting her up wanting her to try to catch a large salmon. These guys seemed to only talk to the pretty women. Can’t blame them really, but I gave one of the guys “a look.”

“Miss Stanford, I don’t think your boyfriend wants you to try to catch the flying fish,” he said loudly so the small crowd heard.

Rina looked at me and said, “What do you think?”

I whispered to her “It’s up to you babe. But I’m warning you when that guy tosses it, he’ll throw it much harder and faster than what you just saw.”

She looked at the worker and told him, “I’m in. What do I do?”

He gave her a quick lesson and showed her where to stand. “Ready?” Marina nodded. “Ok Stew, let ‘er fly!” And with that here came the salmon. I’m guessing it was at least twenty-five pounds. She reached for the fish but could not hold on.

“Oooh, it’s so slick and slimy,” Rina proclaimed.

“Want to try another?” the guy asked.

“Hell yes! I got this one,” she told him. “I was all-league in softball!”

“Ok Stew, let ‘er fly!” he said again. This time Stew makes a much slower arching toss of the fish. Marina grabbed the salmon and kind of bobbled it up against her chest.”

“YES! I caught it!” she said proudly.

Soon enough Stew is right next to her, arm around her, and the other guy snapped a photo with a Kodak Instamatic camera. “That is going on the board,” he said.

“The board?” Rina inquired.

Stew pointed out a bulletin board back towards where he threw the fish from. We followed Stew to look at the photos. He told us, “these people all caught the famous flying fish.”

I noted, “Yes, all attractive women,” giving him a knowingly smile.

“Hey, we’re smarter than we look,” Stew said laughing.

I told Rina we’d have to check for her photo when she returned next month. “Yes. If Stew is lucky, I’ll take my picture with him again,” she laughed.

We thanked Stew and the other guy and continued our way back to my place. When we got home, I told Rina that she would probably want to change shirts and wash up from the two fish. “I can wash your shirt, or you can put it in a plastic bag, so it doesn’t smell up your other clothes or bag,” I told her.

She looked at me with a pouty face, “Can you wash it, handsome?”

“Of course.”  She pulled off her shirt and tossed it to me. I grabbed a couple of red items I had in my basket and loaded them into the washer.

As I started to work on breakfast Rina came up behind me and hugged me. “Are we crazy? Do you think this will work?” she asked.

Without missing a beat, I told her, “It will work if we want it to work. Unless you have some giant character flaw that I haven’t seen in the seventeen days we’ve been together I feel really great about our odds.”

“We just need to work on being in the same city,” she said. “That will be the key.”

“Yes, that will be key,” I agreed. While I continued with breakfast Rina made a half pot of coffee. Soon I had everything done and I quickly set the table with placemats and utensils. I plated the waffle and added some berries, eggs, and two slices of bacon. “Ok Princess, breakfast is served,” I said.

“Oh funny. I’ve went from Babe to Princess huh?” Rina said sarcastically.

“You called yourself a Princess,” I joked.

“Only because you treat me like one. Flowers, beautiful romantic dinners, and now a brunch any woman would want her man to make,” Marina said.

“Just sit down, babe,” I mocked.

Marina and I enjoyed the breakfast and brainstormed on what our best options are for living in the same city, or at least area.

I told her again I’m happy to move to the Bay Area or San Diego County, and that I’d start looking into opportunities with my company this next week, and new jobs in the new year.

“The new year, that’s still three and a half months,” she pointed out.

“I know. But what about your job and finding a new position in San Diego? That would be ideal, right?”

“Yes, that would be the best. But my job is unusual. Harvey’s firm is one of the new breeds in the valley,” Rina said, referring to Silicon Valley. “These venture capital firms are unique. I know of two in San Diego, and my five years’ experience is super helpful.”

“Would your boss have any connections?” I wondered.

“I’m sure he does, but he would not be happy if I left,” Marina said. “He hand-picked me after interviewing three of us from Stanford.”

“You never told me that,” I said. “It must have been your bubbly personality!”

“Pretty much. I knew the other two guys. Brilliant minds, but typical nerds. Weak communicators, a bit chauvinistic, and put a pretty woman in the room and they wilt,” Marina said.

“A woman like you, huh?” I said.

“Stop it. But yes. The one guy never looked me in the eye in all four years at school” she said.

“He was attracted to you, obviously,” I said.

“Probably. Whatever. I can ask Harvey. I can tell him, “It’s time for me to go home to San Diego.” He’d probably be more willing if I pushed the ‘home’ angle versus a new job,” Rina said.

“OK, we have a lot of thinking and research to do it looks like,” I said. “Now let’s finish this delicious brunch I made for you.”

“Handsome and modest,” Rina joked.

We proceeded to finish our meal and she helped me clean up. I flipped on the tv and found the early NFL game. The Chargers were back east playing in Philly. Groaning, “Football!” Marina said.

“Babe, it’s what guys do,” I laughed. “If we move to San Diego you know Allen and I will be at every Aztec game, right? And we’d be honored to take our stunning wives and teach you the game.”

“I know the game, Scott,” Rina said. “I played sports if you recall.”

“Change of subject. We have about two and a half hours before we head to Sea-Tac. Is there anything you’d like to do or go see?” I asked.

Marina grinned, “I have a thing or two I’d like to do. And it all involves us naked.”

I quickly replied, “Naked? Count me in!” As I’m watching the game Rina goes to the bathroom and returns, wearing nothing at all.

“Kick off your shoes and stand up,” Marina said. She quickly pulled off my tee and sexily slides down my body pulling down my gym shorts and briefs. I think I know what she is going to do next as she is on her knees and looking up at me with those beautiful eyes and lashes. “Oh, I know you want me to suck your dick, but I’m not going to. I did that last night. And, your cum tasted soooo good. But I’m just going to tease you a while as we watch the game.” She pushed me back on the couch and joined me, side by side.

“Tease me?” I asked, “My dick gets hard just thinking about you,” I told her.

Marina laughed, “You might get blue balls, Babe. I’m sorry. But right now, I want you to eat me. Lick me. Tongue me. Suck me. Make me cum like the vixen I am.”

“So, you like my pet name vixen, huh?” I asked.

“It’s growing on me,” she said. “Like your cock.”

I hadn’t even noticed, but I was damn near at full erection. “Why don’t you help me out,” I said.

Her eyebrow crooks up and she had that devilish grin, “Uh, no, you’re going to eat me until I cum,” she told me

“Here or in the bedroom,” I asked.

“Both,” she laughed. “Eat me here, fuck me on the bed.”

I kneeled on the floor and spread her legs. Her scent was extra intoxicating after our morning run. I told her, “Play with your tits while I start.”

I started by kissing up the inside of her thighs. Then I kissed her pubic area and lower stomach. Heading south I drug my tongue right over her clit making her twitch. When I was down towards her ‘taint I moved up very slowly back up to her clit. I sucked on her pleasure button for a bit and then licked back down, pulling back her lips with both hands.

“Ooooh, yes,” Rina moaned.

I stuck my tongue into her box and up and down her folds. Back up to her clit for a kiss and a suck. “Are you still rubbing your tits?” I asked.

“Now pinch your nipples. Twist them, vixen!”

I decided I’d tease her. I inserted a finger and slowly banged her while flicking her clit. “Stop. I’m going to cum too quick,” she implored me.

I stopped doing both. “What’s the matter vixen? Did I turn you on too much? Too quick?” I said with a grin.

“Yes, I want to enjoy it for a long time. Don’t make me cum too fast,” she pleaded.

I resumed slowly licking. One finger. Two fingers. Rubbing her breasts. Pinching her nipples. Quickly sucking on her clit. Slow. Timed. With no chance for her to cum. I knew she was turned on as her love tunnel was wet and flowing. She twitched occasionally. And she moaned. Low, soft moans. Her hand went on my head pushing me down for more pressure on her. I noticed that now she had one leg over my shoulder. I licked from her pussy down her right leg. I’m thinking I’ve been eating her for a good twelve minutes.

“Are you ready to cum vixen?” I asked.

“Yes, baby, make me cum. Work your magic,” she said in a low sultry husky voice.

I didn’t just jump in and go turbo on her. I built the speed and pressure. More alternating of licking, kissing, sucking, fingers, tits, etc. Marina was mumbling between moans. I made an extra effort to curl my fingers deep in her searching for her g-spot. She moaned again and I knew I had found her launch button, literally.

“Is that the spot vixen? Do you want me to continue?” I asked.

“Yes, Baby, that is the spot,” she moaned.

I decided it was time to focus on her clit, knowing that stimulation with the g-spot pressure would get her off. More sucking on her clit, more pressure, more fingering. She was breathing heavily and sweating a bit. Her hips were in rhythm with my fingers as I curled them across her g-spot. “Are you ready vixen?”

“Soooo ready. Make me cum baby!” she said.

I don’t think I flicked my tongue on her clit but six or seven seconds when she started shivering. Now Marina was shaking as I had never seen her shake during our short relationship. I just kept going. And I quickly pinched her right breast.

“Oh, fuck yes! Yes! Fuck yes Baby!” she screamed as she climaxed.

I looked up and see her eyes closed, and her hand on her left boob rubbing it. She looked so content. So satisfied. “There you go vixen. I love pleasuring you because I love you Marina” I told her.

She opened her eyes, we locked into each other, and she told me, “I love you too, Scott.”

I stood up and grabbed her hands and pulled her up off the couch. She was limp and weak. I lifted her up with one quick scoop and carried her to the bedroom and softly placed her on my bed. “I’ll get you some water Rina,” I told her.

When I returned, she was on “her side” of the bed. “Spoon me, baby, please,” she asked.

I cuddled up next to Marina and she shook her little ass into my cock. I laughed and told her, “Take your time to catch yourself. That was one big orgasm.”

“Scott, that was the biggest, and the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” she said. “I don’t know if that’s because we’re so good together sexually or if it’s because I’m so in love with you,” she continued.

“It is both, for sure.” I confidently whispered into her ear before I kissed her neck.

After about ten minutes of pure silence, Marina reached back and found my manhood and slowly began rubbing it. I shifted a bit and I was now on my back. She flipped to her other side and was looking at me as she slowly played with my semi-hard penis in her left hand. And then she kissed my chest and licked my nipple. And again. And then lightly sucked on it.

“Do you like that?” she inquired.

“Yes, that is a first for me,” I confided.

“For me too,” she said. She moved and is now on top of me. She was kissing my chest all over, licking and sucking both nipples, and now my cock was rock hard. She kissed me and asked, “How do you want to fuck me?”

“Just like this. Ride my cock and stick those tits in my face, you hot dirty vixen,” I joked with her.

We were soon in a groove. Fucking, sucking, touching, and kissing. My hands were all over her body, on her back and ass, down her legs, on her arms, simply everywhere. As we picked up the pace I looked up at her and her black hair was bouncing in the air. Her eyes were open and she was present in the moment. She smiled at me, “Damn, you feel so good in me,” she whispered.

Without another word, I started bucking my hips faster and faster. “Oh, God. Yes. Yes. I’m close,” I told Marina.

Rina didn’t say a word but matched my pace. Right before I’m about to orgasm she took both hands and pinched my nipples. Oh fuck, that was it. I shot my huge cum load deep into her and let out a caveman grunt while still bucking. Marina pinched me again. And I grunted again as I stopped bucking.

“You must have liked that nipple pinch,” she said laughing as she dismounted and laid on her back.

“Guilty. That was not only unexpected but very hot,” I told her.

“I need to get in the shower. Your cum is running out,” she said as she jumped out of the bed. “Come join me in five or ten.”

She and I just clicked in the shower. We lovingly washed each other and enjoyed hugging and kissing in the hot steamy shower. Lots of kisses, and just a little bit of sexual fondling.

We lay back down on the bed and just held each other. No talking, no kissing, just holding each other for over fifteen minutes.

“I’m already bummed that we will not see each other next weekend,” Marina said. She laughed, “I’ve had more sex the past three weekends with you than I have the past three years.”

“Me too,” I admitted. “So what would you like to do before the airport?”

“Can we go for a drive? I’d like to see more of the area. Something near the water,” she asked.

“Of course, I’ve got a few spots that I think you’ll like,” I said.

“Let’s get dressed, and then I’ll start packing up my things,” she told me. Rina got right to her tasks, and we were soon heading out the door.

We started heading south and Rina asked where we were going. I told her I was not sure, but we were heading south towards Sea-Tac. “We’ll end up near Burien which is just west of the airport,” I said.

Thank heavens for my Thomas Brothers Guide (an 11x14 spiral map book). Rina used the maps to help direct me once we got off the West Seattle Bridge. We saw a good mix of water from the Sound and nice neighborhoods. We stopped at Lincoln Park and walked out to Point Williams. “You know, they named this point after me,” I joked with Marina.

We made a few more stops before it was time to head toward the airport. I walked Marina up to her gate and in just a few minutes they start boarding. We hugged, and kissed, and she told me, “It’s going to be a long twelve days until we see each other in Palo Alto.”

“I know babe,” I said. “Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?” I looked her deep into the eyes, “I know this is going to work out,” and then kissed her again.

Rina moved towards the gate and handed her ticket to the agent. Before she headed down the walkway she turned and waved, yelling “Scott, I love you!”

I turned red as a handful of people looked in my direction. One woman, sitting with her husband, looked at me and told me, “You two are a cute couple. Great chemistry.”

I told her thank you, and then made the long walk back to my car. Once home I tried to get some chores accomplished as I waited for Marina’s phone call that she was home safely.

End Chapter 7.