Heath POV
There she is, the sexy vixen all the guys that work here go on and on about. I will send her a drink and see if she will pay me a little bit of attention. The waitress comes back from her table.
“Excuse me, miss, let me pay for her drink,” I say to the waitress. I hand her a ten to cover the drink, and I watch as she takes it over to her. She waves at me. I wonder if she cares if I come over to sit with her. I am going to go for it. I walk over, I smile.
“Can I sit with you?” I ask her.
She lets me sit with her. We make small talk, and she invites me to walk with her on the beach. Tonight might be a good night. As we make our way out of the resort bar, one of the punks that work for the resort comes over and begins to belittle her. I run him off, and we continue our walk down to the beach. Punk ass probably has a crush on her.
“How long have you lived on the beach?” I ask Tonya.
“I bought it right after I got out of law school,” Tonya says.
“It is a cute house. I have seen it from the resort. I have a good view of it from the eagle's nest,” I say.
“The eagle's nest? What is that?” Tonya asks.
“My video surveillance room, we call it the eagle's nest,” I say.
“That is fitting. So just how much of my house can you see from your eagle nest?” Tonya asks.
“Well, I cannot see into your windows, but I have a good view; if you ever have any problems, let me know,” I say to her.
Tonya is so sexy in her short skirt and button-up top. Her legs are tan, firm, and sexy. She speaks softly. I love the way her ass moves as she walks. No wonder the punk-ass kid at the resort was going crazy. I bet he has a thing for her. They play volleyball right in front of her house. He probably saw her and became infatuated with her or something. I will make sure he does not bother her again.
“That is too bad,” Tonya says.
“What is too bad?” I ask.
“That you can’t see into my windows,” Tonya says with a laugh.
“I am not a pervert; I would not be looking into your windows,” I say.
“Not even for a little peek into my bedroom,” Tonya says.
“Are you giving me permission to peer into your bedroom windows?” I ask her.
“No need to peer through the window, just knock on the door,” Tonya says to me with a big smile.
Damn, she is a sexy vixen. We walk up the steps to her patio bar.
“Would you like me to fix you a drink?” Tonya asks me.
“Or I have beers if you prefer beer,” Tonya says.
“Whiskey is fine,” I say to her.
She pours me a glass of whiskey and hands it to me. She sits down in the chair across from me. She crosses her legs then uncrosses her legs. I can see she is not wearing any panties. Tonya sips her drink and smiles, knowing I can see under her skirt. She is enjoying this. I have never been around a woman this freely sexual with me.
“Why don’t you come closer to me?” I suggest to Tonya.
She stands, straightens her skirt, and walks over to me. She sits down in my lap. She sips her drink then sets it on the patio bar.
“Why don’t you tell me your deepest darkest fantasy, Heath,” Tonya says.
I take another drink. There is no way in hell I can tell her what I like; she will run. “I am not sure that is something I would tell someone I just met,” I say to her.
“Well, then pretend we are old friends and tell me everything,” Tonya says. She kisses my ear and my neck. “Don’t be shy; I do not scare easily,” Tonya says.
I rub her bare leg and then her inner thigh. “I don’t know if it is something you would like,” I say to her.
“Try me; I am very opened minded, Heath,” Tonya says.
Maybe I could tell her. I mean, what is the worst thing that could happen. She could slap me and kick me out, or she could let me have my way with her.
“Why don’t you tell me yours?” I ask her.
“I like many things, Heath, I like to be dominant, and I like to be dominated. I like to be fucked that is for sure. Do you think you can satisfy my needs?” Tonya asks me as she kisses my neck and rubs my chest.
“I like to be the dominant myself to a point. I like it hard and rough. I like to role play and see just how unhinged we can become when we are fucking,” I say to her.
“Roleplay? I like the idea of that; who do you want me to be, or what do you want me to be for you, Heath?” Tonya asks me.
“For starters, I would like you to call me sir or daddy,” I say to her.
Tonya kisses my ear. “Okay, daddy,” Tonya whispers in my ear. My cock begins to throb when she calls me daddy. Most women find it a turn off but not this wild thing sitting in my lap ready to be fucked.
I lean in and kiss her. She takes the whiskey from my hand and sets it beside her drink. She puts my hand on her ass, and I begin to rub her ass as we kiss.
“Does daddy want to take this to my bedroom; I have lots of fun toys we can play with?” Tonya asks me.
“Yes, I do,” I answer her.
Tonya gets out of my lap so we can go to her bedroom. I pick her up and carry her through the patio door.