A Fresh Start: Romance - Sex Stories

A Fresh Start: Romance

... morning, but it won't be before ten."

"Have a good evening sir," Daniel replied.

"You too," Connor said a bit absent mindedly.

Connor watched the limo drive away and when the driveway gates had closed behind it he followed the others inside. He found them in the kitchen where Lance was opening another bottle of champagne. Lance poured everyone a glass and Sophie suggested they walk out onto the deck to admire the view.

The evening was warm and the four of them stood on the deck looking down over the valley, although they didn't have the view to themselves. Immediately below the house, on the steep hill, was an even bigger property than Sophie's. The gradient of the hill offered them little in the way of privacy and from Sophie's balcony you could easily see the property's swimming pool complex

"That belongs to Steve Marr, the producer," Sophie offered.

"The guy's a total grease-ball," Lance added.

"As you can see, Lance isn't his biggest fan, are you darling?" Sophie chuckled.

Connor knew of Steve Marr, he'd produced a number of successful TV series and was a bit of a legend in the industry. He must have been in his late forties now but had a reputation for always having some twenty-something on his arm. Connor hoped he didn't look like that. Chelsea was, after all, ten years younger than him. But that was different to the twenty plus years Steve Marr had on his girlfriends.

Chelsea gave Connor a hug and whispered into his ear "I think Sophie and ...

... Lance are waiting for us to give them the green light."

"And you're ok with this?" Connor whispered back.

"Of course," Chelsea confirmed.

"Well we'd better not keep them waiting then."

Connor stood back and carefully undid the buttons on Chelsea's shirt-dress. When he had he turned her around to face Sophie and Lance then removed it completely, leaving Chelsea standing naked in front of them except for the tiny Agent Provocateur thong. Chelsea backed up against Connor then giggled her trademark giggle as he wrapped his arms around her, kissing the back of her neck.

"I can't believe I'm saying this Sophie," Lance joked, "but, for once, you seem to be overdressed."

"Well you'd better do something about it then," Sophie laughed. "I do have a reputation to maintain."

Connor and Sophie watched as Lance removed Sophie's dress. Then Sophie took off her own bra in order that she and Chelsea were evenly matched. Almost naked, Sophie did look thin. Her hip bones and rib cage stuck out more than they really needed to, but somehow, she was still beautiful.

"We should go inside," Sophie suggested.

The four of them walked into the open plan living room where a couple of large leather sofas faced each other, separated by a sixties style glass coffee table. There was a sense of anticipation in the air but it needed someone to break the deadlock.

"Chelsea, why don't you keep Lance company on one of the sofas?" Connor suggested, then added, "If that's ok with you ...