53 comments/ 59099 views/ 8 favorites Beca's Summer Trade Up By: JuanVato Suds filled the dance floor like a giant blob from another world. The crowd whooped and cheered in delight. The lights reflected on the white foam made it appear to change color. The dancers it swallowed never slowed. Rebecca saw the foam heading her way. She smiled. She raised her arms like the others and cheered as the blob approached. Suddenly the floor became more crowded as partiers jostled to be covered. From behind she felt strong, firm hands on her hips. They kept with her body, moving to the music. She swiveled at her waist to see who was touching her. Before she could catch a glimpse or see the owner of the hands she heard a loud cheer and felt a warm, wet sensation covering her. Her stranger shifted his body behind her, moving much closer. His pelvis pressed her backside in perfect time to the pulsating music. She could feel he had no beer gut and what was against her was firm. Beca went with it, relishing his movements. Movements that increasingly became slick and wet in the fog of foam. It did not take long before she felt his erection. His pants were wet and clung to him like her dress did to her. Soon the movements became more erotic. He was rock hard and aiming straight up. Again, she tried to turn to face her stranger. The same firm hand that moved with her kept her from turning. She felt his right hand moving up her body, taking a big fold of her dress with it. Despite being soaked she knew her hemline was now above her waist. Now mad, Rebecca stopped dancing and violently turned throwing an elbow. Suddenly, Rebecca felt tangled. Her elbow met the twisted folds of her comforters instead of the stranger's hard abs. She could hear the alarm as she emerged from a deep sleep. "Hey Beca, remember today is that new client meeting where you were going to pick up breakfast?" Her husband James was awake before her. Good thing because panic shot through her. "What time is it?" She asked. Her voice high pitched with concern. "5:30." James said. "I'll start your shower." He headed off towards the bathroom. Beca HAD to get up. She rolled out of bed. Forty-five minutes later, now showered, dressed and on her way to work Beca took a drag from her morning cigarette. She reached up and flicked the ashes out of the partially down window. One smoke and one coffee for breakfast was her routine. The "responsible corporate" job was tough. Not terribly long ago she and her artist husband James were carefree. His craft had a steady growth rate which allowed Beca to maintain her club kid lifestyle, but then they bought a country house with a studio. It was an older country house that needed upgrades and repairs. This cost money which meant one of them needed a real job. Now Beca was the one getting up early and working late. James was getting up with her in the morning to show some professional solidarity. Buying their rural dream home had seemed so romantic. Now, as she drove to the city in the early morning mist, the bloom was off the rose. The long commute combined with a lack of play time left Beca questioning her decision to follow her artist husband's dream of the old house with a studio. At least the forecast was supposed to be dry in the afternoon. Maybe she could drive home with her convertible's top down. ******************************** Once at work Beca was in the thick of things. "Did you see him in the waiting room?" Colleen asked in an excited tone that exaggerated her Boston area accent. "No? Who is 'him'?" Beca inquired as she continued to set up the conference room. "That new client, Rick Rivera, from Florida. He is the hottie in the tan suit." Colleen gushed. "I hear we are helping his company with a big deal. He started an internet company, sold it, and then used the proceeds to start other ventures. He tends to get what he wants and make millions doing it. Maybe we will get to see him outside of work?" Beca rolled her eyes at Colleen's amorous thoughts. "Yeah, count on it. Us in bathing suits are what all rich guys want. I have not seen the inside of a tanning salon or a beach in a year." "Don't be sarcastic." Colleen laughed. "You think I do Pilates for my boyfriend?" The conference room door opened. "Five minutes ladies." "Thank you, Mickey." Colleen said to the pretty leggy blonde in the blue Ann Taylor suit. "Is Rick really nice?" she added in a whisper. Mickey's eyes bugged out with an "Oh my God!" silent mouthing then shut the door. Colleen and Beca stood back, the conference table was set with all the handouts and the refreshments were in place. Their eye for detail is what made them valuable to their boss. "Looks great." Beca declared. "How do I look?" Colleen asked straightening her suit skirt and reaching for the sport coat she left on a chair while they were setting up. Beca looked her over. Colleen was pretty, pretty athletic, pretty smart, and pretty tall, especially in heels. She wore her auburn hair short and layered. This worked since she not only did Pilates, but ran and avoided fried food like Beca avoided running. "Hot, as usual" Beca answered. "Let me check you." Colleen walked around Beca with the eye of an inspector. Beca turned a bit as Colleen eyed her up and down. "Nice suit." She commented at Beca's new dark navy pant suit and white blouse. Unlike Colleen, Beca had a bust line and a woman's healthy curves. She was somewhat conscientious about her body now that she was working like an adult. "I think I looked better when I danced all night at clubs." She confessed to Colleen. "This getting up early and working long days is adding more than just money to my bank account." "That is because you need to eat and work out, not just forgo meals with smokes and slim fast." Colleen added with the tone of an eyeing teacher. Beca ruffled. "No time. I spend my free time working on remodeling projects at our house." "Why can't your husband do that? He works at home, right?" Colleen was prodding. "He does, but there is just too much to do." Beca responded even though recently she'd questioned just how much work James was putting into the house while she was busy bringing in a steady paycheck. Colleen finished up her inspection and final primping of Beca. "Well, you are a very attractive woman Beca." Colleen smiled. Beca was taken aback and her face must have shown it. Colleen was the woman she overheard male members of the firm lust over. "Dark eyes, full bodied, long black hair and a young hot body. Your husband is lucky you are not looking to trade up. Most of the men here think when you wear deep red lipstick and dark eye shadow you look like a Hollywood starlet." Beca opened her mouth to respond when she heard the door knob click. Both women dropped their arms to their sides, turned towards the door, and put on big smiles. An entourage of people entered the room. Everyone shook hands and introduced themselves. The last man to enter was their firm's most senior partner. Both women focused on him. He was young, tall and firm. His tanned skin and trendy hair style contrasted the other older executives. His dark eyes and refined appearance made him look like he came from central casting. He extended his hand first to Beca. "Hi, I'm Rick Rivera." His white smile gleamed and his brown eyes looked warm, like his handshake. "Hi, Rebecca Black." She said, feeling like a school girl looking into his eyes. "I'm sure we will work well together." He said before turning to Colleen. As he continued to the table Colleen turned her back to the group and gave Beca a wide eyed look. Both women fell into their roles and the meeting started. The presentation began and it became apparent to both women this would be a nice project that would keep the team Beca was on busy for a good part of the summer. That is if they won it. As the meeting was winding down one of the partners was starting his wrap up portion of the presentation. Less than a minute into it, the table sitting projector went dead. The silence was uncomfortable. Beca looked around. Everyone in her firm was looking to the presenting partner for the next move. Beca was unsure what would happen. She was pretty new to this world. Her reaction was to look down. Her eyes averted the situation. As the presenting partner started to ad lib Beca noticed something shiny on the floor under the conference table. It looked metallic. She focused on it and realized it was the problem. The power plug had been kicked out. Beca moved in. "Excuse me", she tapped Rick Rivera, the decision maker. "May I get by where your chair is? I think I see the problem." Rick looked at her. She looked serious. He smiled big "Certainly." He backed up his chair from the table. Beca dropped to her knees in front of him and crawled under the table. She pushed the plug back in. The projector came on. Everyone at the table mock cheered. Beca backed up. Her feet and backside contacted someone's legs. "Sorry, Rebecca." It was Rick's voice. Beca looked around and saw him push his chair further back. As she stood up and straightened her skirt Rick looked to the hosts and asked "Will she be on my team?" The stared for only a moment and then affirmed she would. Beca eased back to her seat as the meeting continued. At the conclusion all parties said their pleasantries before the senior partners started a facility tour. Just as the door closed Colleen turned to Beca. "Way to go girl!" She high-fived Beca. "You saved the day in front of the bosses and we may be working with the guy who has more money than our boss!" "What company did he start?" Beca asked "This one." Colleen whipped out her smart phone and with a few taps had the site up. Beca looked at Colleen's screen, unsure if she should be impressed. "He made millions when he sold it. How do you not know this? It was all over the business wires a few years ago." Beca sheepishly responded. "You know I used to just look forward to going out before I got married and started trying rehab an old house, right?" "Trust me. He is single and is a self-made multi-millionaire. If he chooses our firm, I might have to buy a new wardrobe. If only I had your bust line!" Colleen dreamt aloud. Beca smirked. When Beca started at the company, Colleen was the first person to welcome her. They became lunch mates. At first they did not work together, but with this new client they found themselves working closely. "How does James handle you working these long hours now?" Colleen asked one day over coffee. "He just does." Beca replied taking a big sip. "He is an artist, right? He works for home?" Colleen "Yes, he has a studio there." Beca answered. "Is he a painter?" Colleen was in inquisitive mode. "No. Sculptor type. This is what he does." Beca made a few touches on her smartphone and then aimed the screen at Colleen. Colleen's eyes widened. "THAT!?! He stays home to make seashell art while you work 12-15 hour days?" Colleen's reaction startled Beca. "He has clients all over..." Beca started, Colleen cut her off. "Girl you are beautiful! I have seen your photos at your desk. He is a handsome man, but to have you working more than him is..." Beca now cut her off. "Colleen that is none of your business!" Beca hissed as she was getting flustered. "Me and James' relationship is OUR business." She took another big sip of coffee thinking about what she would say next. Colleen was still agitated, but understood Beca's reaction. "I'm sorry. I should not have said that. But you know me; I sometimes say too much that is on my mind. I am just concerned that you are working really hard to keep a house you do not see. Sorry." Colleen gathered up her things. "Colleen, I know what you are getting at." Beca thought about the disagreements she and James had in getting this house for his studio. The waking up early to commute to the city for her to be able to make good money to pay for it was taking its toll on her. She made more than James did, much more at this point. It was causing so much tension between them that he had retreated to sleeping downstairs on the sofa in his studio. Sure, he made dinner for her, but she never was home to eat it with him. He helped her get on her way in the morning, but Beca as sure he went back to sleep when she left. He could at least prepare a romantic dinner for them when she got home at night. Too bad she was generally too exhausted to go any further. Beca was lost in her thoughts. Her home life didn't often interfere with work, but Colleen had touched a nerve. Colleen took note of Beca's expression and carefully thought about her words. "I'm sorry. I just know that when I found myself pulling more in the relationship it affected everything. I just had to 'trade up'." Beca was still silent. Colleen's words were familiar. Beca had been harboring such feelings. Resentment had been building. Beca had been tempted recently. She found that she could slip off her wedding rings to appear as if she was single. "Let's get back to work." Colleen broke Beca's train of thought. It was time for them to get back to work, on Rick Rivera's project. Their area had become known around the office as "The Hive" with all of the activity frantically taking place to meet the looming deadline. *********************************** "Dammit Colleen!" Beca screamed down the hall. "Don't hit print until AFTER I load the glossy paper in the machine!" "Sorry, I thought you were ready." Colleen yelled back. It had been a long day. Both women had been working hard. Now, with everyone in the office gone for the day they were in their stockings, abandoning their heels hours ago. Beca cleared the job on the screen and yelled for Colleen to try again. This time it worked. "FIN-ALLY!" Beca sighed relief. "Let's get this done Colleen. I'm starving." She collected the report and was on her way back to the hive when a rapping on glass caught her attention. It sounded like it was coming from the front lobby. She diverted her course. The cleaning crew had a key as did other staff members. She peeked around the corner and was shocked by the familiar face of Rick. Beca shifted back, pressing herself to the wall and wondered what he was doing here. Thoughts raced through her head, mostly about how she looked. She felt haggard. She was shoeless, and her makeup had not been touched up in hours. She turned, preparing to run back to the hive. She saw Colleen coming down the hallway. Beca was taken aback. Colleen was back in her heals with fresh makeup and lipstick applied. "Before you say anything, he just instant messaged me." Colleen said in a soft voice. "I will delay him enough for you to get your shoes and hit the ladies room for a touch up. GO!" Beca was off. Colleen would get the honor of bringing their client in. Grabbing her purse Beca darted to the ladies room. She brushed her teeth, reapplied her lipstick, refreshed her perfume and looked in the mirror. She looked hard at herself. Colleen had "vamped it up". Beca adjusted her blouse so that her cleavage was more noticeable. As she put away her makeup and after a moment's hesitation, she took off her wedding rings and put them in her purse. Minutes later Beca found them both, in the conference room with a tableful of salad and wrapped sandwiches. It was from a place both she and Colleen liked. "Hi Beca", Rick's smile beamed as he stood to shake her hand. "I received an e-mail from Colleen and realized you two were still here. I thought you might be hungry so I stopped by to pick up dinner on the way. I saw that both of you are online fans of this place and I knew you would be hungry by now so I decided to stop by. Please sit down; I will fix your plate." Beca sat down. Rick was seated between them. He was using tongs to put together a plate for her. As he worked, Beca took a moment to study Rick. He was dressed casual, but she recognized his button down shirt with slightly rolled sleeves was a high end brand and fit him well. His clothes were not wrinkled and had the tailoring available only to the rich and famous. She was close to him now and could tell he took care of his body, unlike many of their "other" clients who seemed to think golfing with carts and drink girls was a workout. Rick was a perfect gentleman to them both. They ate, exchanged small talk, laughed, and worked on their project. At one point Colleen looked over at Beca's bare left hand and gave her a look. Rick never noticed or if he did, did not mention it. When it came time for him to leave he escorted them both to the parking garage. They all exchanged hugs and air kisses and departed. All the way home Beca thought hard about Rick. He was so refined, handsome, and nice. His mannerism for a wealthy man came across as very respectful to both her and Colleen. He did not have to be that way. She was pleasantly surprised and impressed by the lack of arrogance Rick displayed. Maybe she should think about "trading up" as Colleen had put it. But would Rick respond if she made a pass? As gentlemanly as he was, she wasn't so sure he would be interested. Only one other thought came to Beca's mind on the drive home- One more work day before the weekend. She and Colleen had been putting in some long hours, but this Saturday they were not working. ******************************** Warmth. Beca relished in it. The warm, sudsy water of her big tub relaxed her. Her eyes were shut and her head was leaning back on the inflatable pillow. THIS was how she liked to spend her Saturday mornings. Fresh air came in through a cracked window. She smiled and stretched her body out under the blanket of white foam. A big slam interrupted her peace. Then another, followed by another. James was moving wood again for their front porch rehab project. "Dammit!" She muttered, leaning back again. This damn old house was full of "DIY" projects that kept their evenings and weekends full of noise, dust, and frustration. She wished their house was more "finished". Beca reached over for her mp3 player and put in her headphones. She adjusted the volume to tune out the banging as best she could. After a few minutes it worked and she got back to her thoughts about housing. Colleen had a condo that was a great. She wondered that Rick Rivera's house was like. She overheard one of the partner's say he had several homes, but that one was on the water with a boat dock. Beca imagined what it looked like. She imagined a white art deco mansion next to ocean water and palm trees. A smile came over her lips. She could picture herself there, lying in a lounge chair in a bathing suit sunning herself. She pictured Rick, all tall tan and handsome next to her in another lounge chair. She recalled his deep brown eyes and his handsome Hollywood features. She reached down. James was busy downstairs making a mess and she was relaxing in her tub. Her hand moved down between her legs. She imagined Rick reaching over from his lounge chair and kissing her softly while his hand caressed her. Her fingers made their way to her clitoris and lightly began rubbing in circles. Beca bit her lower lip, shifted her upper body and a wave of pleasure moved over her. She imagined the feeling of a wealthy, powerful, and handsome man focusing his attention on her. Her other hand moved to lightly pinch a nipple. Beca squirmed again. Her fingers continued their motions. She felt herself building. She imagined Rick's soft lips on hers. His masculine smell of expensive cologne and tanning oil, engulfing her as his muscular arms embraced her. She imagined her naked breasts against his firm chest. Beca felt herself tip over the edge. A deep inhale followed by a sigh with a faint yelp signaled her orgasm. She smiled; eyes still shut and relished the feeling Beca's Summer Trade Up Peace was broken by loud steps on stairs. Beca groaned internally. The bathroom door opened. "Hey babe, do you think you can help me with something?" "Later!" Beca answered, annoyed. Eyes still closed. "I need this time." James left also annoyed. He could tell his wife was short tempered lately. She was snapping at him. He figured it was work stress getting to her. ******************************************* Colleen and Beca walked through the lobby awestruck. The beachside resort hotel were their efforts would be presented was stunning. A bell hop pushed their loaded cart behind them. "Can you believe we got upgraded to a suite?" Colleen exclaimed with schoolgirl excitement. "I bet Rick did it." Beca just smiled and quietly walked. She did emit a loud gasp when they entered their room. It was a large, adjoining suite setup with dual access to a balcony with a breath taking beach view. Colleen tipped their help, and then flew to the outside balcony. "Look! The railings are semi-covered so we can sit out here in our pajamas without paparazzi." She playfully announced. "I don't wear pajamas." Beca replied in her dead pan manner. Colleen gave her a look before Beca smirked back. "Yeah, well you are not here with your husband this week sweetie." Colleen teased. "That's true." Beca said, thinking back to her morning before they left. She had been preparing to leave when James hit here with his non-agreed to task like performance. They agreed that if she took this job, there would be some things he would have to do. One of these things was laundry. He "forgot" to do it and this caused a problem which caused an argument which lead to a fight and her just leaving the house in the early morning hours for her flight without so much as a goodbye kiss. She was stressed and needed to concentrate. She needed to think. Her week was going to be long, but maybe she would find something she needed after it was all done. Colleen's cell phone rang breaking Beca from her thoughts. "Good afternoon to you too!" Answered Colleen in her loud happy voice. It was their boss. Time to get to work. ******************************** Champagne flutes clinked together. "I would like to thank our hard working consulting company for making our event a success." Rick Rivera beamed a big smile as he raised his glass. His eyes scanned the crowd and found what he was looking for. He smiled at Beca and Colleen and he re-toasted his glass at them. He had ensured they were upgraded to a suite. He enjoyed working women like them. During the busy week, Rick had not talked to the ladies on a personal level, but he hoped they were enjoying the suite upgrade he arranged upon their arrival. He enjoyed working women like these two ladies. They always tried hard to please and almost always succeeded. They did so thinking a wealthy man would one day take them from their mundane lives. The Cinderella dream- every woman had her own version and several of them had tried to make Rick their Prince Charming. He never ruled that out, but he never settled down either. What didn't he rule out? If it's taking a lady from her mundane life, then that doesn't go with never settling down. Maybe: He never ruled that out, but so far he had not developed the desire to settle down. As the night wore Beca noticed that she had a loose shoe heel. Not wanting to leave the festivities, she ignored the problem until the heel gave out completely, twisting her ankle slightly. She felt the panic shoot through her as she lost her footing. She put her arms out to stop her fall. As the floor loomed closer her decent stopped as a strong arm shot in front of her. "Are you alright Beca?" She heard a familiar male voice close to her ear. She turned, bringing her face with inches of Rick Rivera's flawless features. Her heart, already beating fast, seemed to increase. Beca hoped the nervousness that suddenly engulfed her was not noticeable. "Y-yes, thank you." She stammered. "You are shaking. Are you sure you are alright?" Rick's face looked concerned. "It is these shoes. My heel just died. I have will have to go back to my room and change to flats. Or maybe I should just call it a night." Beca caught herself. Her footwear frustration had just manifested into a situation that could put her alone with Rick. Her filter had quit working just long enough for Beca to flirt with a client. She knew it wasn't the smartest idea, but she thought "What if?" Could she seduce Rick if he followed her up her room? "Let me help you." Rick set her down in a nearby chair. Beca reached down and liberated her feet from her shoes. When she stood, she commented that her left ankle was tender. It was not really, but she let on like it was. Rick insisted that see her safely to her room and before she knew it, they were in the elevator where Rick punched the button for her floor. "How did you know what floor I was on?" Beca asked. "Because I upgraded you and Colleen to a suite. I knew you two were going to be working hard on this event and needed space. You two are the in the trenches workers and your room would be the one to store all the materials. I hope you liked it." Rick was leaning against the side elevator wall nearest the buttons with his arms at his sides while Beca was holding onto the railing on the back wall of the elevator. Rick looked back at her. She felt a deep lust, a temptation. This was a man more ambitious than her. A man she could look up to. A man she thought about while pleasuring herself. Lost in her own thoughts, it took Beca several seconds to realize Rick was staring at her. Beca flirtatiously brushed back a few dark locks of hair that had become unpinned. She could feel his eyes moving up and down her body in her new little black dress. Colleen was right, this dress would turn heads. The only head she thought about turning was focused on her right now, specifically he was checking out her girls. But with "D" cups she was used to that. DING, her floor. Beca took a step, Rick moved in to help steady her. "Thank you." She smiled. Rick smiled back. They made their way to her room. She produced her key card from her clutch purse and opened the door to the suite. Once inside she tossed her clutch onto the bed and sat on the corner of it. "Did you two enjoy the balcony?" Rick let her sit down while he continued walking towards the balcony, depositing his tux jacket on a chair on his way. "Yes! Thank you. We have been enjoying it with our morning coffee." Rick smiled back. "I knew you would like it. How are the views?" He made his way past her. She watched him. He was handsome in his custom tuxedo. Instead of looking for her shoes, she followed, as Rick knew she would. "This is nice." Rick said, leaning over the railing. Beca left the cool air conditioning for the warm sea breeze on the balcony. She was eyeing him from behind. He turned around. Beca froze. Their eyes locked. "Should you be walking? I thought your ankle was tender." Rick asked. "It's better now." Beca said in a low tone. She took two steps toward Rick. He embraced her. Her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him in. He smelled divine. He leaned down and their lips met as they shared a deep kiss and a full body embrace. She could feel his fit body. He was broader in the shoulders than James, much like her fantasy. His strong arms held her securely. She felt her nipples come alive as she pressed against him. Naughty thoughts filled her head. When she left James has been an ass. She felt like she was going places. Her hard work brought her made her a player at work. Now she was kissing a man who represented, to her at least, an upgrade. She gave in. Her leg rose up and wrapped around Rick, putting her pelvis more into contact with him. His embrace tightened. Beca loved how he kissed. Rick stood back up straight. His hands moved to Beca's ass. His fingers spread wide, cupping each cheek. He then lifted her up to her waist. The hemline of her little black dress rode up as her legs wrapped around him. His strength turned her on. She let loose a little tongue. He responded with his. She could feel his body heat through her thin panties. Rick started slowly walking. "Where are we going?" She asked, breathless. Rick smiled, but said nothing as he walked her over to the outside balcony table. He set her down on the solid top. Rick continued kiss her as he hands moved down. Beca felt them move under her dress, find the top of her panties, then slid them down and off. Rick moved his kisses down to her neck. His hands massaged her scalp. Beca closed her eyes, relishing the sensation. His kisses descended to her chest, over the dress line. She felt his hands move to trace her shoulders. His kisses stopped. Beca kept her eyes closed, anticipating his next move. She leaned back slightly. She felt his warm breath between her legs. "Oh Yeah." She moaned. His lips kissed her mound, then the inside of her legs. She liked the tease. He slowly moved in with his lips and tongue. Beca moaned again. She began stroking the back of his head. A warm sea breeze blew over the balcony. Beca hips started squirming. Her hand stopped stroking his hair and started pushing his face into her pussy. His tongue worked faster, lapping her clitoris. Rick knew she was close. Another warm breeze blew over them as Beca came taking with it her moans and cries. Rick stood up and left the balcony and shortly returned with an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne and two flutes. He placed it on the table next to her. "I had this delivered to your room in case you and Colleen wanted to toast your efforts after the party. Do you think she would mind if we shared?" "No, I don't." Beca giggled. Rick opened the bottle with a cough soon they were clinking glasses. Beca slid off the table. She took him by the hand to one of the lounge chairs. She sat him down, and then straddled his waist. She could tell he liked the angle; the chair had him sitting slightly upright with an easy view of her bust line. "Let me help you." Rick leaned up and deftly unzipped her dress. Beca pulled it over her head. She flashed a big smile as she teased Rick by unclasping her bra, but not removing it. "Let me help you!" She reciprocated by unbuttoning his shirt. His lean, sculpted chest was a just as she imagined. She leaned down and kissed his neck and quickly moved his pecs. Her lips kissed his nipples, and then leased them with her tongue. Rick let loose a soft moan. Beca's hands explored his chest. He was solid. In the warm night his skin tasted slightly salty. It was too warm on the balcony for clothes. Beca's moved to unbuckle Rick's pants and slid them off. Much to her surprise he was not wearing under wear. She shed her bra as she was leaning over pulling off his pants. Beca looked up at his eyes. His eyes were locked on her, specifically her gorgeous breasts that were now rubbing on his legs as she crawled up from the foot of the lounge chair. "You are so beautiful." Rick said. Beca smiled. Of course he said that. She was moving up his legs towards his near erect cock. She gently gasped his cock and stroked it before she bent her head down to it. Rick inhaled deeply, but kept his eyes open. This shapely raven haired beauty was straddling his legs and kissing the head of his cock. Her tongue swirled around his cock head. In no time he was fully erect. Her hands moved to his sides. Rick watched his cock disappear between her lips. Her head swayed up and around. The feeling was amazing. She knew how to please a man. She leaned one way and her cheek showed the impression of his cock pressing out all while her tongue lapped it. Rick felt her soft breasts brush on his thighs. Another warm sea breeze blew over them. Beca liked the sensation it had on her bare ass. "Beca." Beca paused, lifting her head up. His cock left her lips with a slight pop. "Yes." "You give amazing head." "Why thank you." She said with a smile. "Come up here." Rick tugged at her shoulders. She moved up, sliding his cock between her breasts on her way up. She knew what he wanted. She positioned herself so that her pussy was just above his cock. She felt his hands on her ass. They cupped her cheeks then moved up to her lower back and pulled her to him. This put her breasts right in his face and he took full advantage. Beca loved this. His kisses and tongue flicks on her nipples made her tingle. Her hips started rocking, rubbing her wet pussy lips on his hard cock resting on his abdomen. She felt herself getting wet again. She felt his hands move down to her ass again. This time after one hand moved further down. Rick lifted his cock upward, his erect head pressing against her wet pussy. As she moved her juices brought him inside her. Slowly at first as she moved he filled her more. She loved having her nipples paid attention to as she rode a man. As she bounced and danced on his cock another breeze came over them. This one caused a cooling sensation which delighted her nipples. "Oh yes." She moaned, biting her lower lip. Rick reached over, pulling the champagne bottle from the ice bucket. He poured a little on her neck. The cold, bubbly liquid trickled down her chest between her breasts. Rick moved his mouth there and lapped it up. Her breasts sandwiched his face. Beca could tell he enjoyed this as his cock swelled. "You like that?" Beca asked, leaning back. Her hips continued to gyrate. "Yes." Rick moaned. "Your dancing on my cock to so hot. I think I am getting close." He put the bottle back down and reached up to her breasts. "I have wanted to touch these since I first met you." "You have?" Beca grinded her pelvis getting an open mouth inhales from him. "Ever thought I would be riding you?" She asked in a teasing manner. "Oh yes. I always get what I want." With that Rick swiftly reached his arms behind her, slid his legs to the ground stood up. Beca quickly wrapped her arms and legs around him and found herself again off the ground. This time she was impaled on his steel hard cock. He lifted her up and down a few times, his cock going very deep in her. The shock of the sudden movement to this hot position caused Beca to come immediately with a scream. It shot through her body as her pussy clamped down. She buried her head in his chest sucking down hard on his skin so that she would leave her mark on him. Rick grunted. Beca held on. Her body tingled, she wanted him to come. "Fill me up." She whispered. She felt his cock swell. Rick inhaled and unloaded in her with a loud shout. "Awww...BECA!" He shouted her name as she felt his hot semen fill her. He leaned back slightly, burying his cock within her. They kissed passionately before he slowly put her down on the lounge chair. They cuddled there, sharing the last of the champagne. Beca rested on his chest. The salt air and quiet afterglow relaxed her. She was lightly sliding her nails on his chest as she drifted off. ********************************** Beca rolled over. She was in bed, her hotel bed. The room was dark. She felt around and determined she was alone. As she became more awake she also determined she was naked and had to pee. She made her way to the bathroom. Rick's semen was everywhere in and on her. Fatigue told her she could shower later. Shuffling back to the room she looked around. Rick was gone, but she heard a faint voice. The door to Colleen's side of the suite was closed. Beca approached the door and put her ear to it. Moaning. Specifically, Colleen's moaning. It sounded like Colleen met someone and has having a good time. Beca chuckled to herself and made her way back to her bed. As she did she stopped. Rick's tuxedo coat was still where he left it on the chair. She looked out to the balcony. Both of their clothes were gone. Suddenly she heard the balcony door slide open from Colleen's side. Beca slide back into the shadows. Two shadows fell on the balcony floor. Colleen and whomever she was with were on the side of the balcony just outside of her room. Curious, Beca inched her way out of the shadows so she could see who Colleen was with. As her moved across her room she could see more of the balcony until she found them. In the darkness she could see figures. She gazed at the back of a man, standing behind Colleen. Colleen was grasping the balcony railing as she was being taken from behind. Her man was vigorously thrusting with his hands on her shoulders. Beca watched Colleen's dark form turn her head to look back at her lover, then forward again. This man switched his hands to holding her hips, his thrusting never ceased. Beca watched as the man's head looked up and backed up slightly. Colleen turned around and dropped her to knees. Beca nearly said "Damn Colleen" out loud and she knew Colleen was sucking him off as he came. The man swayed. His face fell into the light. Beca saw his face. It was Rick. Beca felt sick. She backed away from her viewing location and headed for the bathroom. She shut the door, and then turned on the light. As her eyes adjusted to the light she looked in the mirror. She looked at herself. "What were you thinking?" She asked, knowing the answer. She thought she could trade up men. But the man she thought she could trade up to was not looking to be tied down. Beca wanted a man who would only want her. She was frustrated with her relationship with James, but Rick was just, a brief affair. She needed a shower. Part of her was fuming. Between the hot water and suds she devised a plan. Content with her plan, she crawled back in bed. Beca awoke to the morning light. Her clock said 8AM. She looked over at the chair were Rick had left his tuxedo coat, it was still there. She packed her things, including the jacket. A quick text to Colleen went unanswered. A room service breakfast killed some time. Beca really did not want to go into Colleen's room. Another text to her got an answer. Their departure time was set. The ride home was quiet. Colleen was asleep in the passenger seat. Beca had a latte to go and was on her fourth smoke. She was deep in thought. She was fuming over Rick's betrayal, her own bad decision, and Colleen. It was time for her do things right by James, her husband. James only had eyes only for her and would never stray. Beca took a deep drag to the filter and flicked it out window. Her plan was formed. She smiled and looked over at Colleen. Minutes later they pulled up in front of Colleen's place. "Colleen." Beca said nudging her leg. Colleen slightly stirred. "Col-Leen!" Beca barked. "What?" Colleen sat upright. "You're home." Beca put it in park, popped the trunk, and exited the car. By the time Colleen staggered to the back of the car Beca had her luggage out. "See you at work." Beca shut the trunk. Colleen put her shades on and used her extended luggage arm to steady herself. Beca went back to her side of the car opened the door and reached in. "Have a party favor." Beca tossed Rick's sport coat she retrieved from the chair onto Colleen's luggage pile. "What is this?" Colleen asked. "Rick's jacket. Keep it as a party favor. Loved your balcony performance. See you next week." Beca's tone was gruff. Beca got into the car and sped off. She needed to make a stop before she made it home. She pulled into a corner store pharmacy parking lot, stuffed a few things into her purse, and then made her way inside to the ladies room. Beca exited the ladies room, made a few purchases before she got back in the car. She dropped the top in the convertible, tied a scarf around her head like a Hollywood actress from yesteryear. Her newly applied red lipstick and dark glasses would turn heads on the ride home. There was nothing quite like driving a convertible on a sunny summer afternoon. Beca smiled the whole way home. She was going to show James just how much she missed him. There would be no confession. She regretted thinking that she could "trade up" to another man. It was worthless to her without fidelity. Now it was time for her to make it up to James, if only for her own state of mind. Beca's Summer Trade Up James did not hear her car pull into the drive. He was working inside the completed back porch touching up the paint and stain. It looked great he thought to himself. It was now all enclosed with screens and a few door. Their outdoor furniture was in place, including the big picnic table he made and covered with a white table cloth. He had just put the lid on his last paint color when he heard a familiar voice. "Hello." Beca's voice was deeper and softer than normal. James looked up. His wife was home. She was standing in the doorway from the house to the porch. "Hi there." He replied, smiling. "You look nice. I have been busy since you went to the beach." He stared at her, still in her sunglasses and scarf. Her blouse was unbuttoned just enough to give everyone more than a hit of her cleavage. She was wearing a skirt, which he thought was a bit formal for a drive home. "You look really sexy today. Had a lunch date?" James asked with a small hint of playful sarcasm. Beca sauntered from the doorway over to James. She saw his eyes move from her sunglasses to her cleavage and back. She knew he loved the "classic starlet look". "Yes, I do." Her big red lips smiled. "He has been very busy and needs to be shown some appreciation." She looked around the room. "Nice job baby, this looks great!" "Thanks. I—"She cut him off with a finger over his lips. "Shhhh..." Beca dropped her sunglasses onto a nearby chair. Her hands moved around James and lifted his t-shirt over his head. His bare chest was now exposed. Beca reached behind his head, ran her fingers through his hair and pulled slightly, exposing his neck to her. She kissed his neck, slow and deliberate. Then his throat, his cheek and down to his bare pecs leaving a trail of deep red lip prints. She was marking him. He was hers. After a summer of lifting boards and construction material, James's chest was nicely toned. She pushed his head to hers. Their lips meet in a deep kiss. It was slow and passionate. James embraced her and pulled her close. She felt his hands, his strong hands, on her back. His lips danced with hers. She swayed her body, rubbing against him. It did not take long before she felt his hardness through his shorts. James' hands moved to Beca's blouse buttons. She leaned back slightly and shrugged off her blouse to the floor. He smiled big as he embraced her and removed her lacy black bra with a swift motion. She smiles back as he leaned down to kiss her chest quickly moving his mouth over her nipples, alternating between the two. As he did so, Beca felt tingles over her body. She giggled. She let James enjoy, at least for a little while. Her eyes closed as she let lose a soft moan. She relished his warm lips and tongue massaging her very erect nipples. His hand caressed and cupped her full breasts. Beca opened her eyes and spied the big picnic table. Her hands gently guided him back to it. He stopped as he backed into it. Beca reached down and unbuckled his belt and dropped his shorts and underwear to the floor. She backed up a step and very with dramatic slow motion dropped her skirt smirking at James when he realized she was not wearing underwear. "Let's see how sturdy your table is." Beca gestured for him to get on the table. James looked around as he got up on the table and lay down. "Oh you think the neighbors will see?" The devilish smile he loved seeing was on her face. Beca crawled on top of the table and James. She straddled his head and leaned back. His tongue did not disappoint. She let out a loud moan and wiggled her hips. His hands held her ass and tried to guide her. She reached down and stroked his cock before she leaned down. She gave his cock head a big lick before she took it in her mouth. Her hand continued to stroke his shaft. This time James moaned. She sucked just his cock head. Grasping her lips around it and rotating her head. They both loved this. She licked his shaft then took his whole cock in, bobbing her head. He loved his face drowning in her hot juices. She could taste his masculine precum from his very hard cock. He paused in his sucking for a deep inhale followed by a moan. "Oooohhhh Beca." She paused too, unstraddling his face. She wanted to ride him, but he had other plans. James moved to his knees and faced her. He kissed her mixing their juices together. "Let's try this." He guided her to all fours and got behind her. She was go wet he easily slid in. Both of them let out groans. Beca felt two strong hands on her hips as he started pumping into her. "OOOoohhhh James." She called out, rather loud. "Fuck me, fuck me hard!" She hissed. She knew he liked this, especially with her in this subservient position. It was not one-sided. His cock was very hard and filling her in places that were missed with Rick. Plus they were on the picnic table on their back porch. Not exactly public, but not exactly private either. His tempo increased. His hands moved up to her shoulders making her back bend concave and his cock go deeper. He grunted and moved his pelvis side to side moving his cock different directions within her. Beca came with a very loud moan. She did not care if the neighbors heard. She looked back at him, their eyes met. "Are you close baby?" She asked. He nodded. His breathing became more rapid and his grunts were changing to moans. She squirmed from his grasp and, still on all fours, turned to him. With a quick motion she grabbed his cock pumped it with her hand and sucked down on it. James let loose with a loud moan and a stream of cum in her mouth. Beca rarely did this, but she knew that this was something he loved. His body seemed to convulse as he unloaded into her. She sucked and swallowed every drop until he collapsed on the table. They cuddled there, eventually pulling the ends of the table cloth over them. Hunger caused them to get up. Together they made dinner and dessert. Later, they shared a warm tub by candlelight. She heard him softly say "I love you." She smiled. That is what she would miss if she traded up.