Chapter Four

Jon sat back when Sieta opened the windows, effectively ending the conversation. He smiled, pleased that he could get to her so quickly. The banter and flirting was fun, but it was starting to get to him, too. She intrigued him so much that he was really desperately trying to figure out how to get her into his house.

An hour later, they were pulling into the driveway at his home in East Hampton. He’d been living there since the divorce, choosing to be near the ocean rather than stay in the city. Sieta pulled up in front of the house and turned off the meter. Jon paid the fare, along with a generous tip, but hesitated before getting out of the car.

“Ya know, there’s a pool out back if you want to cool off,” Jon said.

Sieta looked at him askance. “Oh really?” she asked.

Jon nodded. “Yep, and I can guarantee the water will feel heavenly.” He watched as she waged an internal battle. Should she accept the invitation or not? He was pleased to see she didn’t jump right on it as some women would. She actually seemed a little leery of his intentions toward her. If she could read his mind, she’d see just how justified her concerns were.

“I don’t have a swimsuit, Jon,” she said, using his name for the first time.

“That’s alright,” Jon said. “I don’t mind.”

Sieta laughed and checked the time. If she left now, she’d be stuck in traffic with all the city people leaving the island, and it would take forever. Her first class wasn’t until the afternoon tomorrow, so she could leave later and still be home in plenty of time to get some rest before class.

“OK,” she said finally. “I accept your invitation.” She turned off the cab and pocketed the keys.

“Excellent,” Jon answered, smiling gleefully. He went around to her door and opened it, and handed her out of the car. He guided her to his front door with a hand on the small of her back. When they got inside, Sieta gasped at the opulence. She had seen pictures of course, of different rooms in the house, but seeing it in person was much different.

“It’s gorgeous,” Sieta said.

Jon just shrugged. “It’s just a house,” he said, and led her through the hall and kitchen to the backyard. The nearly Olympic-sized pool looked small in this acreage. Beautifully landscaped flower beds ran along the house and flanked a path that looked like it led to the beach. High privet hedges maintained his privacy.

Jon steered her to the cabanas alongside the pool. “You can get out of your clothes in there, if you want some privacy,” Jon said with a leer.

Sieta gave him a look, and disappeared into the cabana. She took a moment to sit down on the cushioned bench and dropped her head into her hands. “What the hell am I doing here?” she asked herself. With a groan, she stood, and took off her cap. Her long, silken hair spilled down her back, ending at the top of her ass. She removed her sandals, jeans, and t-shirt, and examined herself in the mirror.

Clad in fiery-red bra and boy-short panties, she decided she didn’t look too bad. Her breasts were high and firm, her waist was trim and tapered gently to flare at her hips. Her legs were toned from all the walking she did and her arms were strong from lugging around armloads of books. She turned and saw the bottom of her ass cheeks showing below the cut of her panties and smiled. Those were toned, too. She looked around the spacious cabana and found an oversized bath sheet. She wrapped it around her and left the relative safety of the changing room.

Jon was already in the pool when she emerged. His elbows rested on the side of the pool, and he was submerged to mid-chest. His eyes were on her, tracking her progress as she walked from the cabana to one of the chaise lounges and dropped her towel. He felt a quickening in his loins as he took in the vision before him. The red of her lingerie set off her skin perfectly. Her build was that of a strong, feminine woman, and that hair. It fell around her like a dream. Long hair on a woman was a weakness of his.

“C’mon in, darlin’, the water’s fine,” Jon said, his voice husky with desire. Desire that was not lost on Sieta. She felt it too.

Striding to the diving board, Sieta tried to compose herself. She walked to the edge of the board, testing its spring, then stepped back to the anchored end. She took three running steps, bounced on the end of the springboard, and executed a perfect swan dive. She swam the length of the pool underwater, and came up for air several feet away from Jon.

“Oh, you were right,” Sieta said, as she scraped her hair back and wrung water from it. “This feels heavenly.”

Jon was just staring at her. The water made her lingerie all but transparent. The only thing saving her from complete reveal was the color. Red was hard to see through. But, he could see her nipples pucker and that made him hard.

Sieta smiled and tied her hair into a knot. She held onto the side of the pool, rested her head back, and let her body float up to the surface. Jon watched as long, tanned legs with coral-tipped toes floated into view. He let his gaze skitter across her taut abdomen, up and over her breasts, to her upturned face, eyes closed against the sun.

She heard the water swish as Jon glided over to her. Careful not to touch her, he aped her position, smiled and waited. Sieta opened her eyes a crack, and looked the length of him. Strong legs dusted with fine brown hair traveled a good long way before they disappeared beneath his dark blue trunks; trunks that had a quite obvious bulge in them.

Continuing her perusal, she saw his trunks rested low on his hips, and she could see his hip bones below his tight ripped abdomen. Her mouth watered at the sight of the little treasure trail of hair that dipped into his trunks, and followed it backwards to his pecs and the mat of hair there. It looked soft, and her fingers itched to touch it. His eyes were closed, and there was a little self-satisfied smile on his mouth – a mouth that she had the almost uncontrollable urge to kiss.

Jon could feel her eyes on him, and his trunks got tighter. Sieta didn’t miss this, and smiled. Jon heard the water splash, and looked up to see her swimming away; her toned legs scissoring the water. He laughed and swam after her, catching up to her easily. Sieta put on a burst of speed and took off, and Jon chased her. At the other end of the pool, Sieta did a somersault to reverse direction, and swam hard. Jon did the same, and he just barely beat her back to the other side.

“I win,” he crowed.

Sieta laughed, and scraped her bangs off her forehead. “I didn’t know this was a contest.”

“It was, and I won. Now,” he said, closing the distance between them and taking her in his arms. “Answer the damned question.”

Sieta looked into Jon’s eyes and watched as they deepened from sky blue to cobalt. “Bottom,” she said, a moment before he crushed his mouth to hers.