Love Lessons at Pleasure Point

This chapter takes place immediately following Ch. 14 so read that one first. As always, please rate and comment. Merci, Petitmort

The afternoon sun hovered on the horizon as Jessica led Emily up the steps to the gazebo which clung to the cliff behind her beach house in Pleasure Point.

She was carrying a couple of wineglasses and a freshly opened bottle of Sauvignon Blanc.

She'd invited her neighbor over for a glass of wine. And to talk about Paul.

They stood at the railing overlooking Monterey Bay, the waves crashing into the rocks up and down the coast. This was Jessica's favorite spot to take in the sunset and to enjoy the cool ocean breeze.

"My God," Emily sighed. "I thoughtmyview was good, butthisis spectacular."

Jessica poured out the wine as they sat on the padded railing.

"Here's to enjoying the view from wherever we are," Jessica smiled, handing her a glass.

"I'll drink to that."

Emily was an auburn-haired beauty of around 40. Fit and well put together, she first met Jessica more than a decade earlier, when Jessica bought a large tract of beachfront property.

Emily had her own beachfront mansion just down the street.

They were birds of a feather, both working high-powered jobs at tech companies over the hill in Silicon Valley. Jessica at Google and Emily at Apple, both were women of a certain age who'd climbed the corporate ladder and were now leveraging their accumulated stock awards to sustain lives of luxury and comfort.

It was Jessica who introduced Emily to Paul six months earlier, when Paul was looking to expand the client base of his 'handyman' business.

"So, I spoke to Paul yesterday," Jessica said, taking a sip of wine.

"Well, whaddya know?" Emily replied. "The mystery man resurfaces."

"He said he's been meaning to get in touch with you. He just started his summer internship last week and it's been rather hectic."

"Poor baby."

"He said he's anxious to see you."

"Oh, really?"

"Mmm-hmm. He sounded like he's very much looking forward to it."

Emily took a sip of wine.

"Well, that makes two of us."

"Actually, we talked at some length," Jessica added. "About his plans. His future. He said that, unfortunately, he's in the process of phasing out his handyman business."

Emily's face dropped.

"Really?"

Jessica nodded.

"By the end of the month."

"Why, for heaven's sake?"

Jessica gave a slight shrug.

"He said he's in a relationship that's getting serious. He wants to focus his energy on that."

"Oh God," Emily said, sighing. "I mean... I'm happy for him, I'm just not happy forme."

"All good things must come to an end."

Emily chuckled.

"Good doesn't do it justice. It's been amazing. Truly, one of the best things in my life."

"He said he's planning to give his best clients one last session. Something special."

Emily looked at her.

"I hope that includes me."

"I asked him. He said it did."

Emily nodded, thinking.

"I wonder what he's planning."

"He said he was envisioning something... special. Something that would...and I quote... totally rock your world."

Emily squirmed in her seat.

"He said that?"

"Yeah. He said he wants to use everything he's learned about you -- what you like... what you crave... what turns you on more than anything -- and put it all together into one unforgettable six-hour experience."

"Six hours?" she gasped. "God help me!"

"And he wants to do it right here. In the gazebo. It's isolated so you could make as much noise as you want. His goal is to make you feel more pleasure than you've ever felt in your entire life."

Emily's chest heaved.

"If anyone could do it,hecould," she muttered.

"The only issue is, there's not a lot of time before the end of the month, so he's only offering this to a small number of clients. Whoever bids the highest, they'll get to do it."

Emily looked up, a serious look on her face.

"Well, Ihaveto do it. Paul and I have a very special connection."

"He feels the same way. That's why he wanted me to contact you. So you can put your bid in."

"What're we talking about? Cash? Stock?"

"Stock. Same as before. You just need to give me the number of shares and I'll pass it on to him. And then, if it's high enough, you and Paul will... you know."

"Oh, believe me, I know. Listen, Jessica, you're a friend. A good friend. Ineedto have this experience. Do you understand? Thishasto happen. Can you give me a heads up if I need to up my bid? Because Iwill."

Jessica put her hand on Emily's.

"Don't worry," Jessica smiled. "I've got your back."

"Thank you."

An hour later, Emily texted Jessica. She was prepared to make a sizable donation of Apple shares for Paul's college fund.

Jessica didn't haggle. Both out of respect for her and Emily's friendship, and because her bid was significant.

When she called Paul to tell him Emily was a go, he said he didn't want to know the amount.

"I was gonna do it no matter what she gave me," Paul said. "She's been super generous to me over the past year."

Jessica let Emily know the good news.

Paul can't wait to share the custom experience he's preparing for you. He thinks you're gonna love it. How about Saturday 2-8pm?

Jessica replied immediately.

I'll clear my calendar

Meanwhile, Paul went to work on the experience he was crafting for Emily.

At night after work, he'd sit at his laptop collecting ideas for an experience she'd never forget. Things would occur to him throughout the day, even while he was at work, that he thought would drive her wild.

He wanted to center the experience around a role play. Emily really enjoyed that kind of thing in the past.

Especially when the role play involved having sex with the young men at her work.

That was something Emily thought about a lot. Hooking up with the young hunks she saw everyday at work. Hot young men, right out of college, with fresh faces and hard bodies.

She imagined scenarios where she found herself alone with them. On a business trip. In the office after work. She fantasized about seducing them. Getting naked with them.

They were so eager to please her. So energetic. So motivated.

She'd lay in bed at night with her vibe, fantasizing about them. Licking and fucking her. She'd cum so very, very hard.

Emily would never act on any of this, of course. Apple had a zero tolerance policy about that sort of thing. But that didn't keep her from thinking about it. Night after night after night.

The fact it was taboo made it all the more exciting. The forbidden fruit.

Paul was determined to bring her fantasy to life.

He was, after all, perfect for the part. He was 21. Tall, dark, and handsome. A college student. It was right in his wheelhouse.

He knew her well enough to know that, if he could pull this off, come up with a convincing role play as a motivated young stud determined to please his boss, she'd go absolutely nuts.

Leading up to Saturday, he worked out every day, doing sit-ups and pushups. Running and surfing. He wanted to be in tip-top shape when the big day came.

He went on a strict sex fast too. No fooling around, no masturbating. No sex of any kind in the days leading up to their rendezvous.

Not even with Chelsea.

She texted him at the beginning of the week.

feel like a visitor?

I could cum this weekend lol

He summoned all his willpower and texted back.

sorry Chels, not a good week

too busy with work and stuff

maybe later this month

He knew if Chelsea came all the way from Petaluma to see him, a three-hour drive, she'd have to stay the night. And that meant a night full of titty fucking, blow jobs, and boning in every imaginable position.

He wouldn't be able to say no. Not withthatbody.

He decided it was best if he just didn't see her.

So he'd have plenty in the tank for Emily.

On Friday morning, Paul was getting ready to go to work when his phone rang.

It was Jasmine. On a video call from France.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey, how's it going?"

"Good. How'reyoudoin'?"

"Great. I just called to say hi. You on your way to work?"

"Yeah, just headin' out. I'm glad you called. What's up?"

"I just got a text from Chels. She said you were too busy to see her. What's going on?"

"Oh, that was just an excuse. I just can't handle overnight guests right now."

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine. I'm just catching up on stuff. What time is it there?"

"Dinner time. I'm on my way to Paris."

"Paris?"

"Yeah, look."

She held up her phone to show him a train car filled with people.

"Are you going to that dinner thing? With Pierre and all his film friends?"

"No, that's still in the works. But he wants to get together before that happens."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah, we're having dinner."

"Oh."

There was a pause.

"Now, don't freak out. It's just dinner."

"I'm not freaking out. I was just asking."

"He wants to tell me about the different people he's thinking of inviting to the party."

"And he couldn't do that over the phone?"

"Paul."

"Sorry. I'm not usually jealous. I just know how Pierre is."

"Well, I can handle myself."

"I know you can."

There was another pause.

"And I'm sure you're gonna see Chelsea at some point, right? Eventually?"

"Yeah. Probably. She says she really wants to cum to Pleasure Point."

"I bet she does," Jasmine chuckled.

"Actually, I'm using the next few weeks to catch up with some of the people I've been involved with over the year. To kinda bring those relationships to an end."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah. When you get back, I want it to be just you and me."

"Yeah, I know you do."

"I miss you."

"I miss you too. Hey, how was the game? Did you have fun with my mom?"

Paul felt a twinge of guilt. Yeah, he had alotof fun with her mom.

"We had a good time. Warriors won. Steph was awesome."

"I'm so glad you got to see a playoff game. Now,I'mjealous."

Paul thought maybe this was the right time to tell her. About him and her mom. How, for the past six months, they'd been having an intense physical relationship.

But he couldn't. Not over the phone. Not when they were so far apart.

"Oh listen," she broke in, "Pierre tried to set me up with a place to stay in Paris. One of his friends who's out of town. But it fell through. So, I'm gonna stay at his place."

"His place?"

"Yeah. And get this, I'll be staying in his sister's old bedroom. But don't worry. I'll barricade the door if I have to."

She chuckled but he was silent.

"Really. Don't worry."

"Listen, I better get going or I'll be late for work."

"Talk to you this weekend?"

"Yeah. Say hi to Pierre for me."

She gave him a wry smile.

"Say hi to your exes."

He smiled back.

"Love you."

"Love you too."

By the time the weekend rolled around, Paul was horny as hell. His sex fast was a challenge for him. He generally liked to have sex at least once a day or he felt like he'd explode.

He felt like he had a 24-hour-a-day hard on.

Saturday morning, he went to Jessica's house early. He'd written out a series of texts he wanted her to send Emily in the hours leading up to their meeting.

To build the anticipation.

"Just maintain the illusion," he told her. "She's on a business trip, she's interviewing a college hire. He's been through some initial interviews and she's just trying to close him."

"And I'm, like, her admin?"

"That's right. You're just helping her with her schedule."

"Easy enough. Oh, and by the way, I've been trying to reach Bri to set her up for next weekend. But something's going on. She's not retuning my calls or texts."

"Maybe she's out of town?"

"I don't think so. I'll keep trying."

At noon, Jessica sent Emily the first text.

You have a 2:00 interview with a potential new hire, Paul. Since you're currently away from the office, we've reserved space at an exclusive spa nearby.

You'll have full, uninterrupted use of the space from 2-8pm.

The address was Jessica's beach house.

At 1pm, she texted her again.

Paul's had two rounds of interviews with your team and the feedback has been extremely positive. He's super excited to meet you.

At 1:45, she sent a third text.

Paul's already here. He can't wait to spend the afternoon getting to know you.

At ten to two, Emily arrived at the house. Jessica met her at the door.

She looked amazing.

She was wearing a flowy fit midi-dress with a floral print and side slits. Simple and chic, it showed off her full breasts while giving a hint of her shapely legs.

Jessica led her inside, walking alongside her like a member of her staff.

"The candidate's scheduled to arrive at 2:00," Jessica said. "We've set up a space for the two of you in the gazebo. You'll have full, uninterrupted use of the space for the next six hours. Anything you need, just text me."

She led her out the back door and across the patio.

"Of course, the pool's available to you should you wish to use it, and there are bathrooms in the cabana."

She led her up the stairs to the gazebo. It was decked out to look like a spa.

In the middle, two wicker chairs were set up for the interview, surrounded by a massage table, a cart with assorted body oils, yoga mats on the floor, and a queen size bed with down comforter and pillows.

There was even a cart with an ice bucket and a variety of beverage options.

"Very nice," Emily said, looking around.

"Massage, yoga, anything you need," Jessica said.

Emily smiled. She was enjoying the charade.

"So, what can you tell me about the candidate?" she asked.

"Paul?" Jessica said. "Let's see, he's 21, fresh out of college. An exceptional student, graduated top of his class. He has a wide range of interests. Oceanography, surfing, photography, yoga. Oh, and he paid his own way through school working as a massage therapist."

"Interesting."

"Feedback so far has been stellar. He seems extremely motivated. You just need to determine if he's... a good fit."

"And that's exactly what I intend to do," she smiled.

Jessica chuckled and headed back to the house to wait for Paul.

A few minutes later, Paul entered the gazebo, tentatively.

"Ms. Radcliffe?"

Emily turned and saw Paul standing there, looking incredibly handsome in drawstring pants, and a long sleeve pull-over shirt.

"Please, call me Emily," she smiled. "You must be Paul."

He walked over to her and she shook his hand.

"Thanks for coming in."

"Thanks for having me," Paul said, looking around. "Wow. This is amazing. I hope it's alright I dressed casually. When I heard the interview was at a spa on the beach, I figured I'd dress down."

"Not a problem," she smiled. "We don't make our hiring decisions based on what a candidate wears. We care more about what's underneath the clothes."

"Well, I hope you like what you find there."

"I hope so too."

She gestured to the chairs.

"Have a seat," she smiled. "So, Paul, tell me a little bit about yourself."

"Well, I just graduated. This would be my first job out of school, though I've had several internships. I'm a fast learner and I like to think I have a good work ethic. I'd work really hard to make sure all your needs are met."

She looked at him, one eyebrow raised.

"That's just the kind of employee I want."

"Can you tell me more about the position?" he asked. "What exactly it is you're looking for?"

"Well, there are a number of different positions I can imagine you in. In general, we look for a combination of hard skills, soft skills, and certain personal qualities that align with our company culture."

"What kind of personal qualities?"

"I'm looking for someone to work closely with me. He needs to be creative, a good collaborator and communicator, someone who knows when to follow my lead and when to take initiative."

"That sounds really exciting. Working closely with you. I think I'd find that... very stimulating."

"I need someone who's enthusiastic, energetic, and, most importantly, has the ability to grow."

"I've been told that's one of my biggest strengths. My ability to grow. People I've worked with have said they couldn't believe how much I grew. Or how fast."

"That's good to hear. Maybe later we'll get a chance to see that in action. We've talked about your strengths. What would you say is your biggest weakness?"

"Well, like I said, I'm really enthusiastic. And sometimes I push really hard. You know, to do the best job I can. I just want everyone to be satisfied with my performance."

"I don't consider that a weakness. I like employees who push hard."

"Well, sometimes I get so into it, I pushreallyhard. And not everyone can take it. But those who can, well, they say they've never been so satisfied."

"That's exactly what I'm looking for. Someone who can really exceed my expectations."

She got up and stood behind her chair.

"Let me tell you a little bit about how today's going to work. This isn't a conventional job interview. I like to use a more... experiential approach. To figure out if you're the right man for the job."

"Experiential approach?"

"Q and A can only get you so far. I like to use exercises to get insights into what it'd be like working closely with someone."

"I see."

"I understand you worked your way through college giving massages."

"That's right."

"And we happen to have a massage table right here."

"I see that."

"For this first exercise, I want you to imagine you're my assistant and we've just travelled to Asia for a series of meetings. It was a long and arduous flight. Your job is to make sure I'm prepared for my meetings. In this case, that means making sure I'm thoroughly relaxed."

"Got it."

"This exercise will test whether you can both take direction and take initiative. Go."

Paul stood up.

"Um, Emily, that was a really long flight and I can imagine your body's in need of a little rejuvenation. I can help you relax and unwind a little bit."

"Thank you, Paul. What'd you have in mind?"

"There's a massage table here and we have a good chunk of time. How 'bout I give you a full-body massage?"

"That'd be wonderful, Paul. What do I have to do?"

"Well, the most effective massages are done in the nude. Are you comfortable with that?"

"Um, yes. I suppose. If you say it's the most effective way..."

"Oh, it is. Being naked allows your body to fully let go."

"Right. OK, sure."

"Good. Why don't you get undressed and lay face down on the table while I put on some music to help you relax."

"Sounds good."

Paul walked over to the music console and put on some percussive Indian music. He also dimmed the lights so the afternoon sun bathed them in a golden glow.

"That's nice," she said, softly.

She'd slipped out of her dress and was already laying on the table, naked, resting on her elbows, the white sheet covering her lower body.

He could see her pendulous breasts hanging down.

Immediately, he felt his cock twitching.

Paul had always been extremely attracted to Emily. She was recently divorced and worked hard to keep her body in shape. She was blessed with full breasts with large nipples that stuck out when she got excited.

They were sticking out now.

"I'll start by giving you a soft rubdown, so your body and my hands can become acquainted. Then, as you relax, I can go deeper."

"I do enjoy a deep massage."

"Well, I enjoy giving them," he smiled. "I can go as deep as you want."

He pulled the sheet down, exposing her graceful back and the top of her exquisite ass.

He ran his hands over her back, caressing her softly, sliding his fingers from her shoulders all the way down to her lower back, around her side body, and back up.