home.”
Jon spoke to one of the assistants, who walked over to the display and pointed to a rack in the middle.
“She says everything there should fit you and to let her know if you need any help.”
Maggie nodded to her. “ Gracias.”
So many choices…so little room in her suitcase.
She reached for a pair of black pumps with a scrolled pattern across the toe. They had about a five inch, thin heel, but hey, Jon had made her feel less like a grandma and more like a woman in her thirties so she might as well try them on.
She slipped them on and checked herself out in the full-length mirror. They looked sort of strange with shorts but nevertheless still hot.
Jon whistled when she walked up and down in them. “I don’t know if I can control myself, sexy lady. You have such a great pair of legs.”
“So you like them…I mean the shoes, not my legs?”
“I think you should wear them the next time we have sex.”
“Jon, Jeez…” Maggie put her fingers over his lips, hoping that would silence him before he got them both into trouble.
“The assistant probably doesn’t understand English,” he said as soon as she removed her hand from his mouth.
“Nevertheless, just whisper if you want to talk like that again, okay?”
He gave her that grin again. “Are you sure the shoes are the right size?”
“Feel like they were made for me.”
Jon called the assistant over and said something in Spanish. A few minutes later she’d returned with the shoebox in a bag, and Jon was handing over his credit card.
“What are you doing?” Maggie asked.
“Buying you a gift, so when you wear them at home you’ll think of me.”
“That’s so sweet of you and now I should get something for you.”
“Just wear those things while I’m thrusting deep within you and that will definitely be something for me.”
“Jon, what did I tell you about whispering,” Maggie said as the assistant approached them with the receipt. If she didn’t know better she’d swear he was doing it on purpose just to tease her.
* * * *
They’d eaten lunch in Inca and then shopped some more. Maggie had picked up a few more gifts for the girls and her assistant. She was putting everything away when Jon walked into her room, wrapped his arms around her and kissed the side of her neck.
Maggie ran her hands up his arms.
“I found Mom’s tripod. While we’re here, do you want to make our movie in this room?”
“It’s your mom’s house.”
“Technically so is my apartment. Come on, Maggie, four-poster bed, warm breeze flowing in through the balcony, very sexy, very romantic.”
“Okay, you’ve convinced me.”
“I’ll just go and get the camera and we’ll get started.”
Maggie was shaking. Should she tell Jon she was shy about being filmed having sex? She’d never done anything like this before.
She sat on the bed. It was just for her and Jon so what was she worrying about? And it was his fantasy. Everyone deserved to live it out once in their lives. Maybe it would turn into her fantasy too. After all, this vacation had turned into one long one.
She turned when Jon entered the room and sat the tripod down in front of the bed. He looked through the viewfinder and adjusted the focus. “Perfect. Let’s get undressed so we don’t waste time on the not-so-good stuff.”
Maggie stripped while Jon did the same, placing a pile of condoms on the bedside table.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” She was really going to do this, no turning back now. And after all, it was just for Jon and her. A little memento of her visit to the Spanish island.
Jon pressed the record button on the video camera and then raced over to join Maggie at the foot of the bed. They kissed as Jon played with her nipples. She slid her arms around him, then rested them on his butt.
“Just pretend the camera isn’t there,” he whispered to her.
This was Jon’s fantasy, so he deserved an extra treat for the film. Like her
Jon spoke to one of the assistants, who walked over to the display and pointed to a rack in the middle.
“She says everything there should fit you and to let her know if you need any help.”
Maggie nodded to her. “ Gracias.”
So many choices…so little room in her suitcase.
She reached for a pair of black pumps with a scrolled pattern across the toe. They had about a five inch, thin heel, but hey, Jon had made her feel less like a grandma and more like a woman in her thirties so she might as well try them on.
She slipped them on and checked herself out in the full-length mirror. They looked sort of strange with shorts but nevertheless still hot.
Jon whistled when she walked up and down in them. “I don’t know if I can control myself, sexy lady. You have such a great pair of legs.”
“So you like them…I mean the shoes, not my legs?”
“I think you should wear them the next time we have sex.”
“Jon, Jeez…” Maggie put her fingers over his lips, hoping that would silence him before he got them both into trouble.
“The assistant probably doesn’t understand English,” he said as soon as she removed her hand from his mouth.
“Nevertheless, just whisper if you want to talk like that again, okay?”
He gave her that grin again. “Are you sure the shoes are the right size?”
“Feel like they were made for me.”
Jon called the assistant over and said something in Spanish. A few minutes later she’d returned with the shoebox in a bag, and Jon was handing over his credit card.
“What are you doing?” Maggie asked.
“Buying you a gift, so when you wear them at home you’ll think of me.”
“That’s so sweet of you and now I should get something for you.”
“Just wear those things while I’m thrusting deep within you and that will definitely be something for me.”
“Jon, what did I tell you about whispering,” Maggie said as the assistant approached them with the receipt. If she didn’t know better she’d swear he was doing it on purpose just to tease her.
* * * *
They’d eaten lunch in Inca and then shopped some more. Maggie had picked up a few more gifts for the girls and her assistant. She was putting everything away when Jon walked into her room, wrapped his arms around her and kissed the side of her neck.
Maggie ran her hands up his arms.
“I found Mom’s tripod. While we’re here, do you want to make our movie in this room?”
“It’s your mom’s house.”
“Technically so is my apartment. Come on, Maggie, four-poster bed, warm breeze flowing in through the balcony, very sexy, very romantic.”
“Okay, you’ve convinced me.”
“I’ll just go and get the camera and we’ll get started.”
Maggie was shaking. Should she tell Jon she was shy about being filmed having sex? She’d never done anything like this before.
She sat on the bed. It was just for her and Jon so what was she worrying about? And it was his fantasy. Everyone deserved to live it out once in their lives. Maybe it would turn into her fantasy too. After all, this vacation had turned into one long one.
She turned when Jon entered the room and sat the tripod down in front of the bed. He looked through the viewfinder and adjusted the focus. “Perfect. Let’s get undressed so we don’t waste time on the not-so-good stuff.”
Maggie stripped while Jon did the same, placing a pile of condoms on the bedside table.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” She was really going to do this, no turning back now. And after all, it was just for Jon and her. A little memento of her visit to the Spanish island.
Jon pressed the record button on the video camera and then raced over to join Maggie at the foot of the bed. They kissed as Jon played with her nipples. She slid her arms around him, then rested them on his butt.
“Just pretend the camera isn’t there,” he whispered to her.
This was Jon’s fantasy, so he deserved an extra treat for the film. Like her
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