Chapter 7
Veronica was just as stunning in her bikini today except that this one was black. “Damn, how many suits do you have?” I chuckled. “I have a white one too,” she told me. We stopped at the boutique on the way to the pool and I bought a big floppy hat that I can hide my face under.
People did a double take when they saw me spreading oil on Veronica’s back like I did the other day.
But I didn’t care. My focus was gawking at Roni’s stunning voluptuous body beneath my hands.
“You naughty boy,” Veronica purred when I let my fingers brush up and down against her slit when I had my hand between her thighs.
“This makes everyone staring at me worth it,” I answered her.
After Roni oiled up my back side, I laid on my tummy concealing the boner I got rubbing on Veronica. “You owe me a good fuck,” Veronica whispered to me out of the blue. “I suppose we can make that happen if you climb on top,” I suggested. “Exactly what I was thinking,” she agreed cheerily.
“Except for my face,” I joked. “Oh baby! Your face will be fine and the scar on your eyebrow will just make you look tough,” Roni chuckled. “Great, a tough writer,” I teased.
“Would you mind if I take a nap for a while? I’m feeling kind of exhausted right now,” I asked Veronica. “Yes, you need your rest baby. I’ll come get you at 7pm for dinner,” she told me. I appreciated the kiss on my good cheek before she left.
I felt a little better after my nap. I decided to skip shaving with half my face swollen and purple. I washed my face with a wash cloth to avoid getting my stitches wet. I sort of used a wet cloth to clean my hair and combed it out before getting in the shower.
Carefully, I showered with liquid soap making sure to not get wet anywhere near my healing wound. I felt refreshed as I dried myself off with the bath towel. It felt good to feel clean.
I chose a pair of comfortable slacks and a dress shirt to wear to dinner.
I wanted to put on a Henley shirt but did not want to pull anything over my stitches just yet.
“You look so much better,” Veronica told me when I opened my door.
“Yeah, if we could just find a phantom of the opera mask for me I would look great,” I joked.
“Oh hunny! If people look at you so what!” Veronica told me.
“The only one that matters is me and I think you look great! You are going to be back to your old gorgeous self in no time at all,” Roni told me.
“And I am going to be the one who fucks your brains out tonight…so I am the only one who matters,” she chuckled.
I did turn a few heads when we went into the dining room. But no one openly stared at me. “Well I guess people won’t stare here,” I observed. “They won’t want to spoil their meal,” I chuckled.
“Oh Jack, It’s not that bad,” Veronica told me. “Really? Have you looked at my face? Would you be so calm if YOUR face looked like this?” I asked. “No. I guess I’d be self-conscious too,” she agreed.
“Please try not to concentrate on that. Just enjoy
having dinner with me. You do enjoy being with me right?” Roni offered. “Yes. I very much enjoy your company,” I told her. “Good! So let’s just enjoy being together then,” she suggested.
Dinner went by quickly. It was a wonderful surf-n-turf meal with baked potatoes and all the fixins.
“Now you are going to take me dancing like I wanted you to last night,” Roni announced when we stood up to leave the dining ballroom.
“Maybe I won’t be so noticeable in the dim light of the dance ballroom,” I said hopefully.
We found a small booth along one of the walls that was in a darker area.
Very few people even noticed us sitting there as the band started playing some upbeat music.
We sat out the first set of the dance music and sipped on our drinks.
“If we had done this last night, my face wouldn’t look like I was kicked by a mule,” I whispered just as our second drinks arrived.
It was right then that a slow song came. “It’s time to slow things down and let you all rub bellies,” the band lead singer announced. “Well then, we best dance tonight,” Veronica answered me.
Veronica felt marvelous in my arms. I have never had
such a voluptuous woman in my arms. Her breasts mashed against my chest. Her head on my left shoulder to make sure my face wouldn’t get hurt.
We danced to all three slow songs. Our bodies rubbing and grinding against each other.
My dick was hard and straight as a pool stick.
I was relieved that is was dark enough that we could get back to the booth unnoticed.
“I think it’s time we go back and have a nightcap,” Roni suggested once we were back at the table. “I just happen to have a nice bottle of brandy back in my room,” she added with a warm smile. My mind races back to two nights ago when I turned her down and ended up fucking Angie. “Yes, I said.