The weekend flew by and I was almost sorry to be heading back to Seattle Sunday afternoon, but we resolved to make the most of our last day together. We woke up late, cooked breakfast together, and ate it out on the deck in the ever-present sunshine. The Seattleite in me soaked it up, grateful for the chance to refill my stores of Vitamin D after so many months of rain.
We spent the day lazing by the pool, reading, talking, and taking the occasional dip in the water. I had to admit that the pool was my favorite part of Tori’s house.
“I’m going to take one more swim before I have to get dressed to leave,” I told Tori.
She started from behind her sunglasses, obviously half asleep. She was wearing a barely there string bikini that made me have very dirty thoughts despite the number of times we’d already had sex this weekend.
“I’ll join you.”
I swam a few laps while Tori floated, then she caught me by the arm and pushed me up against the side of the pool. My heart picked up immediately, recognizing the look in her eyes.
“Whatcha doing?” I asked teasingly.
Her hand went to the tie at the back of my neck. Unlike Tori, I was wearing a very conservative one piece suit.
“I need to see these one more time before you go,” she said in a flirty voice.
She pulled my suit down, revealing my breasts, and lowered her head, sucking one nipple into her mouth. I gripped the side of the pool with one hand, her shoulder with the other, giving myself over to the pleasure. Her hand slipped between my legs, teasing me over the fabric of my swimsuit.
She popped up for a long, hard kiss, then she slid my suit to the side and dipped her fingers into my folds. I gasped as she inserted a finger into my opening, a second finger coming right after, filling me up. Boosting myself up with my legs around her waist, I threw back my head and rode her hand, taking my pleasure and meeting her thrust for thrust.
“I love the way your tits float up on the water,” Tori told me appreciatively, and for some reason it was one of the hottest things I’d ever heard.
She used her hand to lift one breast up a little, drawing as much as she could into her mouth and adding hard suction. My mouth opened in a silent moan of pleasure while her fingers continued to fuck me roughly. When she twisted her wrist to press her thumb against my clit, I came – hard – crying her name while I shook against her with total abandon.
I was still coming down from my orgasm when I heard a strange noise. When I looked up, I could see something hovering above us in the sky. It looked like a tiny plane, with flashing lights. As if it saw me looking in that direction, the device moved closer.
“Tori,” I gasped. “What is that?”
“Huh?” Her voice was muffled, given that her mouth was full of my breast.
“What’s that?” I asked, seeing something flash again on the flying object.
She finally pulled away and looked up. Her blissed out expression turned hard in an instant.
“God damn it! Cover your face, it’s a drone.”
“A drone?” I asked in confusion. “Why is it here?”
“They’re taking pictures of us,” she said, tugging my swimsuit top into place and storming out of the pool to find her phone.
“Rick!” she snapped into the device. “There’s a fucking drone back here.”
Grabbing the rest of our stuff, she gestured to me to get out of the pool. Wrapping myself in a towel, I followed her into the house, obeying her instructions to keep my head down.
“Isn’t it illegal to take pictures of us like that?” I asked when we got back inside.
Tori looked grim. “It absolutely is, it violates privacy law. They’ll sell them to the highest bidder and post them all over the internet, then I’ll sue to get them taken down, but by that time the pictures will already be everywhere. Goddamnthese fucking leeches!”
She moved closer and put her hands on my shoulders. “I’ll get blocked as fast as I can – my legal team is very experienced with this now -- but I can’t guarantee that they won’t find out who you are. I’m going to send security back with you.”
“No way,” I said firmly. “I’m just a nobody from Seattle, they won’t be able to figure it out. Besides, I’m not going to be able to work with your security guys hanging around.”
Rick and Tori argued with me all the way to the airport, but I held firm. I understood that there was facial recognition, but I didn’t even have a Facebook account. I couldn’t imagine peoplewould be able to find me based on some pictures of my orgasm face.
I felt bad for Tori though. Having to live the way she did, always worried about violations of her privacy, it must be exhausting. This was just another reminder of why our relationship couldn’t work. There was no way I could go through life wondering what unflattering picture of me was going to turn up on the internet.
Rick flew with me to Seattle and although he wanted to make sure I got home safely, I encouraged him to get back to L.A. to help Tori. She’d looked devastated when I left her. I grabbed an Uber to my apartment. I was in a post-vacation haze, not really paying attention, when the driver slowed down on my street.
