A New Way of Seeing Things Pt. 03 Ch. 11

"I don't know about making her," he told her, remembering how Yvette had happily removed her top without any prompting from her husband. "She doesn't seem to be the type that can be made to do anything she doesn't want to do. A lot like you that way, you know? I had a hard enough time getting you to take your suit off that first day at the lake. No way I would've ever lived through trying to get all caveman on you and make you do it."

"I'm not that stubborn," she said with a giggle, hugging him tightly. "And I know I'm not supposed to, but sometimes I like it when you take control. Get all caveman-like."

Tim snorted. "I think I've been pretty good about controlling my urges all these years. When do I ever take control?"

"You have been more, like last night...I like that sometimes."

"Oh, yeah," he said with a chuckle. "Yeah, sorry about that, but I kinda got wound up waiting for you to, uhh, come back to bed, so I guess the inner caveman did come out a little. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Gwen insisted. "I liked it. I know it sounds very conceited, but I like knowing you want me like that. Of course, I like it when you're gentle, too..." she slid her hand down over his already-erect member.

"Got it," he said, turning to kiss her while his own hands began their exploration. "Sometimes macho, sometimes slow and soft. You women can be so complicated. Well, I'll see what I can do. Tonight seems like the right time for slow and soft, do I got that right?"

"You do."

He was true to his word, patiently using his fingers and tongue to bring her to a long and satisfying climax before mounting her. He was in no hurry to finish tonight, and Gwen was in no hurry for him to, the two bodies moving in an easy in-tune rhythm as her hips rose to meet his thrusts and bury him deeply before he withdrew to the point where his flared head would nearly slip from between her lips.

"This is so good," she purred, her legs loosely wrapped around his thighs. "Tim, that day on the beach, when we went back into the woods, what would you have done if someone had been watching us?"

"Let 'em watch," he said with a grin, his pace quickening, "hope they like the show. Nothing's gonna get in the way of me getting some of you. What would you have done?"

She smiled up at him. "They can always look somewhere else."

He was quiet for a moment, concentrating on his building orgasm. "Gonna come," he announced with a grunt, following through with his promise a moment later.

***

"Mrs. Nelson?"

Gwen's heart skipped a beat at the sound of the voice on the other end of the phone, familiar and not unexpected, uncertainty and a bit of dread filling her.

"Yes, this is she."

"Hi Mrs. Nelson, this is Rae Rayburn, Sylvia Danning's personal assistant. She mentioned you would be expecting my call?"

"Yes, she did say you would be calling."

"Wonderful! Mrs. Danning hadn't heard from you, so she was hoping this meant you had accepted her offer, or at least were still considering it?"

"I haven't decided yet, no," Gwen replied, stalling while the Lady screamed for her to just say no. "I still have some questions about how all this would work..."

"If you would like, I can relay your questions to Mrs. Danning and reply to you as soon as she does."

"I guess that would be alright..."

The young assistant paused long enough to be polite, then prodded Gwen into continuing. "I'm ready to take them down any time..."

"Oh, yes, of course" she began slowly, unsure exactly how much Ms. Rayburn knew of this potential arrangement. I guess the first thing would be an assurance that this would require nothing more, nothing extra, than what she and I had discussed."

"I see. Do have any other questions or concerns?"

"Well, if I were to agree to this, when would it be, and where?"

"Very good, is there anything else I should bring to Mrs. Danning?"

"Let's start there."

"Excellent! I'll relay these questions to her immediately and will call back as soon as I have her answers! Until then, Mrs. Nelson?"

Gwen sat and stared at the invoice on the screen in front of her for some time, her mind elsewhere, trying to convince herself there was no harm in asking the questions, at least. She could still say no...

The ringing of the phone snapped her back to the here and now.

"Nelson Plumbing, may I help you?"

"Gwen? Sylvia. Do you have a moment to talk? Rae said you had some questions. Rather than all this silly back and forth, I thought we could talk it out, if that's alright with you."

"That's fine, Mrs. D—Sylvia, that's probably best."

"Wonderful. So Rae mentioned you might still have some concerns about this, that it might be something more, or maybe different, than what we discussed? I understand your hesitancy about the whole nudity thing, but I can assure you, it's just as I described. To be honest, it will be tamer than the party at my house. Just you, my horse and a groom to tend to him, a photographer and his assistant. All in a secluded area on my property. We have a small barn down a ways from the main stables that we quarantine horses coming in from other farms at—we passed it on our ride. The shoot would be there, and Danilo would know better when he wants to do this—your schedule overrules his, of course, we do this when it's convenient for you. He'll want to meet with you before the actual shoot, perhaps you could work out a time then?"

"I see." Gwen's mind raced. She had planned on the photographer being there, of course, that was both frightening and thrilling in its own right. But she had not considered the others...would they be male of female? Would it matter? It would still be less than Mrs. Danning's little get-together, and if she could be believed, less scandalous.

Sylvia Danning, businesswoman, sensed the time was right to close the deal. "Gwen, tell you what. Let me send you the contract and you can look it over. From what I understand, it's a fairly straightforward modeling agreement. If you have questions or issues with it, give me a call—I'll leave you my direct number. Otherwise, sign it, send it back, and we'll get on to the next step. Should I send it to your business address?"

"NO—no, not here," Gwen hurriedly replied, an irrational fear that someone might see it and ask questions sweeping over her. "Please send it to my legal counsel, Adam Curran, and I'll follow up with him." She rattled off the address.

"Wonderful! This is so exciting! I'll have Rae get this out today and follow up with Mr. Curran tomorrow to ensure he got it. We'll talk soon, Gwen?"

Gwen Nelson, businesswoman, knew Mrs. Danning had maneuvered her into this position, and was somehow relieved. "I think so."

Gwen only waited long enough for the line to go dead before dialing her brother's number.

"Curran, Stein and Associates, how may I direct your call?"

"Adam Curran, please."

"May I tell him who's calling?"

"His sister."

"One moment, please."

He picked up in less than a minute. "Gwen! To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Hey, Adam. Listen, I've got a contract coming into you that I'd like you to take a look at."

"Can do. Sure you don't want Dad to look at it? He's done most of your business' legal work."

"It's not for the business, it's for me, and I don't want Dad to see it or even know about it, and I really, really don't want Mother to know about it either. Lawyer-client privilege on this one, please."

"Uh-oh, this sounds interesting. You in trouble? One of the girls, maybe?"

"Nobody's in any trouble, this is just a basic modeling contract."

"Modeling? You?"

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Yes, me."

Sorry, I didn't mean it that way. Who are you modeling for?"

"Sylvia Danning."

"Ohhhh, I see now. Wow, she must like you. Another toy party so quick?"

"Not one of those. An equestrian photo session. She's very much into horses."

"Yeah, I kinda knew that about her. Guess that it would make sense she wants you, given your obsession with 'em. Mother and Dad would love to know you're working with the one and only Sylvia Danning—it would make them the hit of this year's Country Club social scene."

"Which is why I don't want them to know—they don't need to start asking questions about how we met. Just you, me and Natalie, please?"

"Does Tim know?"

"Yes he does, so him too. But that's it. Just us four, alright?"

"As your lawyer, I'm oath-bound to keep it that way."

"As your sister, I'll make you wish you had if you don't."