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The incessant buzzing of his phone woke him up.

Jon glanced over at it on the bedside table. He then looked at the digital clock. 3 am?? Who would be…oh.

Heaving a long sigh, he decided if he wanted to admit she’d awakened him. It was one thing about her he loved for sure. She never got angry if he didn’t respond. She knew what she was asking and when.

It had been a little while…what? 3 weeks? He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and picked up his phone.

Swim? I’ll be waiting.

It was all she said and all she had to say. He knew what she meant and what she was promising. She was not a tease…not with him.

He typed:

Give me ten minutes?

He got up to use the bathroom and took it with him. It buzzed before he even flushed.

Deal. See you…and you’ll see me.

Okay, maybe she teased a little bit but never lied to him. She never had and never would. Strangely, he trusted her on that promise. He brushed his teeth and dragged a brush through his hair. What did that matter if they were swimming?

On the drive over to her place, he wondered how many people would be there. She partied like a Fitzgerald character, which meant often and wildly. The last time, he’d had to park two blocks away because of all the cars.

Chloe made it worth it. She always did and was never shy about who was watching. Of course, she was an exhibitionist! She was a model and actress, for God’s sake. Chloe had no qualms about nudity or sexual favors in front of others.

In the beginning, he’d noticed she did this with several guys besides him. He had complained about it but she’d simply asked him if he wanted her to stop calling. He’d shut up about the complaints. She was that good and she knew it.

It also didn’t hurt that she played such an excellent role for him as the submissive to his Dominant. Jon had spanked, paddled, used a belt, an anal plug that vibrated, and a lot of other toys on her. She squealed and moaned and begged through it all.

He’d never seen her do that with anyone else, and he saw her only every three weeks, sometimes longer. She was sure to get her kicks other times when he wasn’t there. It wasn’t like she’d ever promised or hinted at being exclusive.

Chloe was her real name but to everyone else she had a different and very famous one, too. She’d been on the cover of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit edition, the cover of Playboy. Still, she refused to do other men’s magazines and was paid handsomely for remaining exclusive.

Jon was the only one who knew why she’d stayed with Playboy. He’d told her it was the only one worthy of her and the others would porn her out to the public. Obviously, she’d believed him. He wasn’t sure why.

It was challenging to go through town and not see her face or body gracing the side of a bus or a billboard. Jon never told a soul how he knew her and how long he’d known her. It had been nearly two years since they’d met by accident.

Jon loved to surf fish because it was so simple. The ocean provided the bait for him in the sandcrabs. All he had to do was cast out his line and wait. He liked watching the sun rise as the ocean lit up around him.

He was doing his waiting game when a jogger passed by.

“Hey, be careful of the fishing line!” He called out.

The jogger veered over to him and it was Chloe.

She’d grinned at him and he knew who she was immediately.

“Trying to catch a mermaid? You shouldn’t have warned me and it ight have worked.” She teased him.

He eyed her from head-to-toe. “Well, with those fine legs, I’d have trouble believing you were a mermaid. A Selkie, perhaps?”

Chloe cocked her hip. “And who says I’m not a Selkie?”

He put up his hands. “I’d not question it although I’m not sure how you’d prove it one way or another.”

She eyed him a moment. Her hand went to unzip her hoodie, and Jon saw that she had nothing under it. Watching silently, she reached to her waistband and dropped her running shorts. It was the same deal. There was nothing underneath.

Her voice quieted a little. “As I understand it, Selkies wouldn’t have any body hair so…I guess this rules me out then.” She motioned to the very light brown landing strip of pubic hair above her clitoris.

Jon nodded, trying to remain calm, “Can’t say as I’m all that disappointed.”

She giggled. “Good to hear that. Watch my clothes a minute? I’m going to cool off a little.”

“Sure.” He nodded.

She winked at him, turned, and ran into the surf.

Jon’s phone was within reach and he felt a powerful pull to get it out for some proof that this celebrity sex symbol was skinny-dipping in the surf while he watched her clothes. Something about that just felt wrong. Maybe it was the twinkle in her eyes or the face she so blatantly gave him, the view that he didn’t want to share it with anyone.

After a few minutes, she came running back. Venus in her half-shell could not compete with her alluring appearance with the ocean dripping from her body. The water was cold as her nipples testified to him. He drew his eyes up quickly to hers.

She looked at him then around him. “No phone? Didn’t you take a memento photo?” She asked as she had made no move to get dressed yet.

He shook his head. “I was tempted but…I decided I didn’t want to share the moment with anyone else. If I can’t remember it then I’ll have gone senile.” He grinned.

Her smile became very soft and warm. “Thank you for that. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but it wasn’t meeting a gentleman on the beach. Would you take one if I asked you to do it? I’d like you to have one now. Just for you.”

Chloe moved into a pose that made Jon glad he was sitting down so his erection wasn’t so easily seen. “This good or are you a boob-guy?” She asked over her shoulder as she was bent over slightly.

“It’s great. I am an assman first and foremost but…your breasts could convert me.” He teased her.

“Oh, really?” She waited until he took the shot then turned and folded he arms under her breasts to lift them. “Something like this work for you?” Her eyes trailed down to his crotch.

He took the photo. “If it works any better, then I need to change.”

She laughed a belly laugh now. “No sweeter compliment could I receive from a gentleman!”

“I’m not feeling very urbane at the moment.” He confessed.

“Ooo, good word choice. Intelligence and older? Yes, please?” She sat next to him on the sand.

“You’ll help brush me off later, right?” She asked him.

Jon managed not to swallow his tongue. “Sure.”

They’d chatted for half-an-hour while she stayed just as naked with no hint of feeling self-conscious. It did attract the attention of a couple beach-walkers. She just smiled and waved.

One of them got out a phone.

“Camera alert,” Jon told her.

She turned to look and brought her right arm up to cover her nipples but waved with her left. She smiled. “Thanks. I don’t mind it if the girls aren’t completely seen.”

He was thinking it hadn’t bothered her to show them to him.

Her grin showed she could read his thoughts. “I know I showed you. I wanted to show you. Call it a test.” She shrugged and dropped her arm as the walkers went past.

“Did I pass?” He asked.

“Oh, yes, with flying colors.” She rose onto her knees and began to put on her hoodie. Looking back at him, she told him, “That sand isn’t going to dust itself…or, if it’s a kink for you, that ass isn’t going to spank itself.” Her eyebrow rose in challenge.

Jon wondered if she could tell? Yes, it was his kink along with a few other things. Reaching back with his right hand, he smacked each of her cheeks rather sharply and brushed them off.

“Mmm…I think you missed some.” She made no move to stop him.

He spanked her twice more on each cheek and enjoyed the firmness of her bottom. No one would ever believe this!

“May I get up now, Sir?” She purred to him.

“No.” He said, giving her one more swat on each side. “Now you may.”

She nodded. “Thank you, Sir.” She stood and he handed her the shorts.

“Thank you again.” She began to step into them. “I’m going to guess you’ve spanked a woman or two before.”

“I have…a few.” He smiled.

“How do I compare?” She did the sexy wiggle as she pulled her shorts past her hips.

“Best ass I’ve ever spanked before…hands…ah..down.” He laughed.

She giggled. “Thank you. Glad all that time on the treadmill and StairMaster have done their work.” She zipped up he hoodie. “I’d stay longer but I have a read-through in an hour. My car will be here and my people get very upset when I don’t follow a schedule.”

He shrugged. “I’m just pleased with what we had and did ……” He called he by her celebrity name.

She grinned. “My real name is Chloe but…don’t tell…okay? Tabloids would pay a lot to learn it.”

“My lips are sealed. Nice to spank you, Chloe.” He nodded.

She blushed slightly. “Yep, intelligent, articulate, and older. You’re a triple threat. Hand me your phone, please, Sir?” She wasn’t saying the Sir out of respect for his age. He could hear it when a submissive used it correctly.

“Not the first Dom to spank you?” He handed her his phone.

“Never had a Dom to it before, Sir—too much publicity. I liked how you did it. I just emailed myself a picture of your contact info. May I call you sometimes?” She handed it back to him.

“Me?” He was speechless for the first time.

She giggled once more. “Yessss…Silly Man. I can’t promise when it will be or what will happen, but…I will promise if you come, then we can do a better job of a spanking with me and…I hope your lips don’t stay sealed?”

He breathed in a long breath and blew it out.

“You, okay?” She teased.

“It’s fine. I’m on BP meds. I’ll survive.” He told her.

She winked. “Might want to increase the dosage, Jon. Please, don’t email me with that address. I’ll give you a safe one to use eventually.”

“Agreed.” He told her.

“Aren’t you going to stand for a lady?” She asked.

“I’m already at attention, Chloe.” He shrugged.

“I can’t kiss you very well down there.” She shrugged back.

He stood up. Her eyes took in the truth of his statement but then her arms went around his neck. She drew up on tip-toes to kiss him but stopped.

“I think you hooked something, Sir.” She whispered.

He didn’t even check. “Damn the fish and kiss me.” He growled.

“Yes, Sir. As you wish.” She kissed him and he didn’t want to push things but she did and soon their tongues met each other and did a small but pleasurable dance.

Just following his nature, his right hand cradled the back of her neck as his left reached down to cup her ass. She made a soft noise into his mouth and pressed into him harder.

He let her pull away first.

“Mmm…” She relaxed her tip-toe status. “And an excellent kisser. Yes, you’ll be hearing from me.” She caressed his cheek. “Be seeing you, Jon.”

He nodded and watched her jog back from the direction she had originated.

It was 3 weeks later when he got his first text.

Party, Sir. Wanna…come?? She’d sent him.

It was his first time to her LA place. It was the time he’d had to park two blocks away but…damn…she’d made it worth every step of the way.

Jon drew closer to his destination but kept wondering where all the other cars were? He’d arrived at her driveway and punched in the gate code she’d given to him before. Her house looked dark.

What the hell? He wondered. The lights from the pool area were visible and on. From the way they wavered, he knew someone was swimming. He parked his car, got out, and went to find Chloe.

…interesting point…this wasn’t planned to be a continued…guess it is…