Pam laughed out loud at Ted's joke and said, "I'm finding something to eat," and started walking toward the kitchen.
They found what Amos had left out for them. Everything was covered, and there was a note from him saying, "I'm sorry that Matilda wasn't here to cook you one of her wonderful meals, but Mr. Bill said that this would be fine. Call me if you need something else. There is ice cream in the freezer and cheesecake in the fridge."
"He is such a sweet little man," Pam said as she uncovered everything. They found thickly sliced turkey breast and ham. There was southern potato salad and a variety of other things that looked and smelled delicious. "Yum," Pam said, "Why don't you make our drinks, and I'll fix our plates?"
"I can do that," Ted said as he walked to the fridge to get the champagne. "I assume that you'll stay with the bubbly. I'll stay with scotch." He looked outside and saw that the sun was setting and offered, "How would you like to eat outdoors?"
Pam stopped what you were doing and looked out the glass wall at the deck and the pool below. "Oh baby, that’s a great idea. It is so beautiful out there, and after we eat, we might want to 'skinny dip' in that lovely pool." She turned to Ted and said, "You, of course, are in charge, so it is your decision."
As he pulled the champagne out of the fridge and poured a glass, he said, "That's exactly what I was going to suggest."
Again Pam laughed and said, "Right. Of course, you were. It's a great idea. Thanks for thinking of it."
With plates, drinks, and necessary equipment in hand, they walked out the door to the deck and were greeted by the gentle breeze. It was an evening made for the gods, and they were here to share it. They sat at one of the tables near the outside bar, touched glasses, and sipped their drinks. They looked toward the setting sun that was now below the treetops and viewed the panorama as the sky turned blue and then purple before dark.
"It's beautiful, Ted," Pam said softly.
"It is," he replied. "It's almost as beautiful as you."
She said nothing because she knew it wasn't a line. Pam knew Ted was speaking from his heart.
They picked up their forks and began enjoying the feast Amos had left them. The food was delicious. They ate, drank, and talked until it was completely dark. Then as they sat there, the lights in the pool came on. Soft lights started glowing around the pool, deck, and bar a few seconds later, giving everything outside a soft glow. Everything before them had been charming in the sunlight. In the moonlight and the soft lighting, it was simply exotic and spellbinding. Ted could only think of films he had seen taken in Hawaii near the ocean. It was simply beautiful and peaceful. They both sat still and felt the joy of the surroundings.
Pam swallowed the last of her champagne and said, "I'll take our plates inside and fix us another drink."
"You know that we have staff to do that. But since I gave them the night off, perhaps we should be helpful and take our things in," Ted suggested.
"I'll take care of it," Pam said.
"No, you won't," Ted countered. "We'll do it together. I'll freshen our drinks and then move down to the pool. Wouldn't you like a little skinny dip?"
Pam's eyes brightened, and Ted said, "I would love to skinny dip or sit in the hot tub with you. I will be happy anywhere with you as long as we're naked."
Ted picked up their plates. "You don't have to worry about the naked part, Pamela. I know how to pull the 'rip cord.' So rest assured that you will not get into that pool with anything covering your wonderful body."
"You are such a sweet talker," Pam said, "How could a girl keep her clothes on around you?"
Both knew people were hired here to take care of things like dirty dishes, but neither was ready to accept it. They had met Amos and didn't like the idea of leaving things for him to clean up. But, on the other hand, it wasn't exactly heavy lifting for them to carry their things back to the kitchen. Once they were in the kitchen, Pam refilled her glass of champagne, and Ted refreshed his scotch.
"Is it good scotch?" Pam asked.
"It's probably the best single malt scotch there is," Ted said as he held his glass up in a toast. How is yours?"
"I know that you aren't a big fan of 'bubbly,'" she said, "But this is just great!"
"Then maybe you should take two glasses to the pool," Ted suggested.
"Why would I take two?" she asked.
"Because," he replied, "When you drink, you tend to lose your inhibitions."
Pam stopped dead in her tracks and said, "Lose my inhibitions? I'm standing here practically naked, had sex with you on an airplane, and you think I have inhibitions?"
Ted walked over to her, untied her sash, and put his arms around her naked body. "Baby, you are the sex goddess of the world to me. But you do have some inhibitions. When you put a little alcohol in your system, those things sort of slip away. You tend to get loud and tell me what you really think and what you really want. I don't want to get you drunk. I prefer you stone-cold sober, but I want you to honestly tell me what you feel."
Pam stood very still, put her arms around Ted's neck, and said, "There may be some truth in that, but you know that all I need is you to make me act like a drunk. I don't need alcohol for you to drive me crazy and make me scream out loud. You made me crazy on the plane coming down here, and you made me crazy just a while ago in the bedroom. And sometimes you make me crazy just by looking at me because I can see the lust in your eyes, and I can't wait for you to get your hands on me."
Pam kissed Ted for a long time, pulled away, and looked into his eyes, "But you are correct. Sometimes I have a few drinks and use it as an excuse to let myself go. However, I don't need an excuse with you, do I?"
"No, darlin', you don't," Ted replied. "Now, let's walk down and check out the pool." Ted took her by the hand and strolled outside. They stood on the large deck for a minute to enjoy the exceptional view. The lights in and around the pool shimmered, giving a soft glow without being glaring. "I'll bet you could be naked in that pool, and no one here could know for sure," Ted offered.
"Not until you got out of the water," Pam said with a laugh. She turned and looked at the small deck that projected out of their bedroom, studied it for a minute, and said, "But I'll bet you could be naked in our hot tub, and no one would know. Nor getting in or getting out."
"I like the way you think," Ted said, taking her hand and leading her down to the pool. He stopped by one of the tables with an umbrella and set down his glass. He stepped to the edge of the pool, tossed his robe over a chair, and dove into the water, swimming halfway across the pool underwater. As he surfaced, Ted took a few strokes to reach the far end, then turned and swam back to the middle. He stood and found that the water was maybe six inches above his waist. Looking back at Pam, he asked, "Are you coming in?"
She stood there a minute, looking down at him, and turned to set her champagne glass on the table beside his drink. Without saying anything, Pam untied the sash to her robe and let it open to let Ted see just part of her naked body. She slowly pulled it off her shoulders and let it drop to the ground. Pam lowered one foot to the first step into the pool, took her hands, and cupped both breasts, saying, "I have to be a little more ladylike getting into the water. If it's too cold, my nipples will get very hard. If that happened, you might get aroused."
"Is that a bad thing?" Ted asked.
Pam could hear the huskiness in his voice. She smiled, knowing that Ted was getting the reaction she wanted.
Pam took another step into the water. She was about knee-deep. "In fact, it's a good thing," she said. Pam took the final step and stood in waist-deep water, still holding and slightly caressing her breasts.
"Because when you get aroused, I know I'm going to get a nice fucking like the one I got when we arrived." Pam moved toward Ted in the water very slowly. She stopped, dropped her hands into the water, and appeared to be touching herself between her legs. She whispered, "This water feels very good between my legs, but not as good as your cock in the bedroom. Do you think that you have more of that left in you?"
By then, Pam had reached Ted. She put her wet arms around his neck and kissed him. It was a long and passionate kiss. When she finally pulled her lips from Ted's, she said, "I guess you must be a little aroused because I feel something hard and hot rubbing against my belly."
Putting his hands around her butt cheeks and pulling her hard against him, Ted said, "You know perfectly well that I get aroused by you just being in the same room. You don't have to be naked to get me excited."
"But being naked helps," Pam said with a smile.
"Well," he replied, "I have a fondness for you without a stitch on."
"And lying on my back with my legs open for you?" she asked.
"I've certainly never walked away from that," he said.
"Or maybe naked on my knees, begging you to cum in my mouth?" Pam said softly.
"That has been known to drive me crazy," he answered.
"How about bent over your desk with my legs spread wide or sitting in the car next to you, waiting for you to finger me into orgasm? Which one do you prefer?" Pam reached down in the water and placed Ted's hard cock between her legs, and tightened them around it. Putting her mouth beside his ear, Pam whispered, "How do you like me best, baby? Maybe on my hands and knees so you can slam into me so hard, or is it when you lay on your back, and I get on top and take your cock deep inside me. Is that it, baby? Or when I'm on top, and you can see and touch the girls?"
Continuing to torment him, Pam whispered, "Maybe you like to watch me finger myself or using a toy. Is that it, sweetheart? I know that you love my ass. Maybe you secretly crave to fuck me in my ass over and over again and don't want to say it out loud. Is that what makes you hot, baby?"
Pam moved back and forth over his stiff cock. "You got pretty excited the other night when I stood over you, fingered myself, and watched you jerk off. That was hot, Ted, and you fucked me like a crazy man that night."
Pam ran her tongue around his ear and said, "Or maybe you like me best when I'm hanging on the headboard and rubbing my pussy into your mouth. I think maybe that's it. You do like to eat my pussy, don't you Ted?"