She was leading me upstairs when I told her she was incorrigible. Then I laughed when she agreed. I expected to find my bag on the floor, but it was in the closet and it was empty. There was a large set of drawers along one wall and an open shelf with a mirror. Checking the drawers I saw that my clean clothes had been folded and put away. "I'm sure your dirty clothes are in the wash along with mine. Don't worry, you'll get used to being spoiled pretty soon."
"Let's not forget that I still work for a living and, hopefully, you'll be pregnant soon. Being a mother will make you plenty busy, even with servants." I closed the door and began to strip out my clothes. I laid them carefully on the bed then shrugged into my running shorts. Lucy did the same, donning a relatively modest bikini. I had a really close look at her and I had to admit—money or no, she was looking better every day.
"I know what you're thinking, Matt. I was kind of dowdy when we first met because I really had no reason to look any better. You're bringing out my best. C'mon, let's go get wet." She took my hand and led me down the stairs and out the back through the family room. There was a fiberglass locker there with dozens of towels. Lucy grabbed two and handed them to me as she opened an electrical box and turned a dial. The hot tub sprang to life. I dropped the towels on a lounge and stepped into the hot bubbling water.
We sat there for several minutes when I saw Lucy doing something I couldn't quite make out. I realized and was shocked a minute or so later when a gray striped piece of cloth fell from her hand to the pool deck. It was her bikini bottom. "Here? In the middle of the day where can we be seen?"
"Yes—right here and if anyone sees they'll just be jealous. I don't care. I love you and we're engaged so we're allowed some liberties. Besides, servants are supposed to be mostly invisible. Don't worry, okay? I'm hoping we'll be doing this a lot."
"I'm not going to argue. I love you and making love with you is nothing less than spectacular. This is all going to take a lot of time for me to get used to. I have a tiny studio apartment in Carolina Beach about four blocks from the beach. Max and I love to run on the beach even though I'm not supposed to take him there in season. I do it anyway and I get away with it because I'm a marshal and we go really early. Speaking of Max…." I called him to me and pointed him to a place in the shade. He went immediately, curling up on the cool stone. "You might not know this, but dogs can get badly sunburned…even worse than people."
While I was talking Lucy had run her hand up the leg of my shorts, finding my rapidly engorging cock easily. She stroked me then slipped onto my lap, spearing herself in a flash. I could see the rapture in her face as I began to thrust into her. We were into it only a minute when I saw the door from the house open and my future mother-in-law emerge. I tried to push Lucy off, but she clung to me as though for dear life.
"Lucille, if you can tear yourself away from Matt for a few minutes I have some details about the reception I want to share with you." By then she had reached us and she saw Lucy's bikini bottom with a gasp. "Lucille! Is this what I think it is?
"I don't know, Mother. What do you think it is?"
"It looks suspiciously like a part of your bathing suit."
"You're right, Mother, and before you go any further I want you to know that what we're doing was all my idea. Why don't you go inside until we're finished? We'll be done soon…too soon so far as I'm concerned." Mrs. Bascomb turned and left in a huff.
Lucy whispered, "I wasn't kidding about the 'too soon' part. Damn, but I'm so hot for you." And then she groaned a low feral growl as her body convulsed fiercely before coming to a stop, her head resting on my shoulder. "I'll never tire of that, Matt…not if I live to be a hundred."
I leaned down to kiss her before suggesting that we get out to meet with her mother. I helped Lucy up and together we walked to the towels. After drying each other I grabbed another two from the locker to sit on. I was embarrassed when we saw her mother, but Lucy just laughed once again. We sat on a leather loveseat while her mother was in a recliner.
"I'm hoping, Matt, that you'll be a good influence on my daughter who doesn't seem to have grown up."
"Mother, I'm thirty and this is my house, and I'm engaged so what's the big deal?"
"Well, I don't want to belabor the point so I'll get right to it. Can you go to Desmond's tomorrow morning and check out their facilities? Your father and I have started to put together our list of guests so we'll need yours and Matt's. Any idea how many you'll invite, Matt?"
"Well, there's Daryl who I expect will be my best man and his guest and my aunt and uncle and their daughter, my cousin Constance and Ted, her husband. I can think of maybe a dozen friends from the Marshal's Service and the Navy so…probably thirty or so if that's okay."
"Of course it's okay, Matt. I think there will be more than three hundred guests by the time we're done. Matt, what name do you want to use on the invitations and I'll need the names of your aunt and uncle."