Nice Vanilla Sex I

God, she’s so sexy…

Raoul noticed Bella Lisa the moment she entered the conference room and sat down at the long desk. He had never seen a more beautiful woman in his entire life. Raoul was instantly smitten with her.

He tried to sneak looks at her silky, long brown hair and the skin of her lovely breasts through the opening of her blouse, shimmering in the glow of the fluorescent lighting. He watched her attractive eyes study the mountain of case files piled in front of her. When the director of the agency announced that the pretty new social worker would be assigned to Raoul for training, his heart raced in his chest.

I’m so lucky.

Raoul was so excited about introducing himself to Bella Lisa at lunch; he could hardly remember a word the director was saying. He had difficulty keeping his eyes off her at the meeting. Raoul thought she may have caught him sneaking glances at her breasts from across the table, but she just smiled, as if she didn’t mind being looked at in a sexual way.

Finally, the director stopped talking and the group broke for a catered lunch. Trying to get up the nerve to approach her, he watched Bella Lisa exchange a few words with another social worker at the lunch table. After she sat back down at the conference table and opened her lunch bag, Raoul tentatively approached her.

Bella Lisa glanced up and smiled at him as he walked toward her. She had noticed how shyly he looked at her face and breasts throughout the morning. He was attractive, tall, slender, and very physically fit, with tan skin and bright twinkling eyes. He looked and dressed like a young handsome model from a clothing catalogue. Though he appeared professional on the outside, you could tell by the sun bleached hair and faded leather bracelets on his wrists, Raoul was a hippy chick’s dream boyfriend. It became hard to concentrate on the morning training session. She kept imagining what he might look like naked in bed. When she thought of his long lean body, her mind circled back to Williamson. She immediately felt guilty fantasizing about another man.

Am I in a relationship with Phillipe? Am I his girlfriend?

Just one week ago, Bella Lisa fell into the sensual world as Williamson’s willing submissive. She came to realize after several intense sexual encounters how much she enjoyed pleasing and being pleased by her Dom. Her senses had become finely attuned to respond to a man’s arousal. She knew instinctively the moment Raoul looked at her that he wanted her to submit to him. She imagined kneeling before him, unzipping his trousers, looking up into his eyes, taking his shaft in her mouth and sucking upon it.

Am I allowed to have these desires for another man? Phillipe collared me, or was that just a game? The young man is closer to my age. Could we get to know each other at least?

Raoul had been standing over Bella Lisa, looking down at her. He had a great view of her full bosom at that particular angle. Through the opening of her blouse he could see the pink crescent of an aureole peeking out under the sheer material of her bra and the shape of her large nipples protruding under the silk material. Raoul wanted to slip his hands under her shirt and cup her beautiful breasts. He imagined cuddling up to her night after night in bed and holding her breasts as he fell asleep.

I want to make her mine…

She felt his eyes on her and turned slowly around. The first thing Bella Lisa saw was the outline of Raoul’s erection and the rim of his penis through his pants. She looked at it perhaps a little longer than she should have and Raoul noticed this. It made him bolder with his eyes as he continued to peer through the opening of her blouse. When Bella Lisa looked up, he still stared at her breasts with open lips. She felt herself becoming wet between her thighs.

“Hi, Ms. Mauricio. Can I call you Bella Lisa?”

“Sure.”

“Great. I wanted to introduce myself to you. I’m Raoul Martinez. It looks like we’ll be making our field visits together.”

Bella Lisa held her hand out and he took it in his warm palm.

“Hello, Raoul. Would you like to sit down?”

“Thank you.”

Raoul sat down and they ate their lunch together.

“I saw you looking at all those case files,” Raoul said.

“I know. It’s a lot of work. I don’t know where to begin.”

“I can help you get started. With the kind of neighborhoods we visit, the company has the social workers go out in pairs. It’s safer that way. I’ve checked the schedule and we’ve got the use one of the company vehicles on Tuesday and Wednesday afternoons. If we plan it out right, we could knock off a good number of your initial foster home visits this week and you can introduce yourself to everyone. I know the inner city quite well and I’ll help you organize your case addresses, if you’d like. You can start making appointments right away. Then next week we can try to track down the natural parents and start setting up supervised visits with their kids, job placement, drug counseling, whatever might be needed to help them get their child back, if it’s possible.”

“That sounds great, Raoul. You’re very kind to help me. I’m a little overwhelmed with all the cases, plus I don’t really know my way around this area of East LA very well. I’d really appreciate your help.”

At lunch, Bella Lisa and Raoul discovered they had a lot in common. They both just recently graduated from college with degrees in social work. They liked similar rock groups and movies. He even said he’d seen all the Twilight movies and asked her out to see Breaking Dawn Part 2, as soon as it was released. She began to realize she preferred being with someone her own age. She felt comfortable with Raoul, as if she had found a soul mate in him. Raoul also enjoyed being around Bella Lisa. As the lunch break ended, the director said the afternoon training session had been cancelled so the new social workers could get more familiar with their case files. After an hour of work, Raoul helped Bella Lisa pick out some foster homes in the same area they could visit together. She called the foster parents to introduce herself as the new social worker and set up appointments for tomorrow afternoon to visit the homes. After she made her last call, Raoul approached her.

“Hey, what are you doing this afternoon, Bella Lisa?”

“Oh, nothing special. I was just about to text my friend to give me a ride home.”

“You don’t have a ride? Where do you live?”

“Seaside City.”

“No way! I live just a few miles away from you up the coastline in Manhattan Beach. Let me give you a ride, Bella Lisa.”

“That’s kind of you, but I don’t want to be a bother—”

“Don’t be silly. It’s right on my way home. Besides, if we’re going to be working together, we should get to know each other. I could show you where I live; it’s just a few minutes away.”

“OK. Are you sure it’s no trouble?”

“Of course. It’s no trouble at all.”

They took the elevator down to the underground parking area and Raoul beeped open the door lock to his brand new jet black Mercedes SLK 350 convertible.

“Wow, that’s a pretty sweet ride for someone who barely makes more than minimum wage,” Bella Lisa joked.

“I know. I’m not what I seem.”

When Bella Lisa went to put her seat belt on, the strap got stuck and she couldn’t move it.

“Here, allow me. It’s tricky,” Raoul said.

He pulled the seat belt out slightly to untangle it and then was able to buckle her in. As he stretched out the belt to snap her in, the underside of his forearm brushed over the tip of her breasts. He held his arm close to her for a moment, pressing it against the tips of her extended nipples.

“Are you comfortable? Not too tight?” Raoul asked, inching closer to her.

Not tight enough.

“It’s perfect…” Bella Lisa said.

When it clicked in, he looked her in the eyes, parted his lips and leaned forward to kiss her.

“I’m seeing someone, Raoul,” Bella Lisa said.

“I am too, but not anymore. Not after today,” Raoul whispered into her ear.

Raoul gave her a sexy smile, got behind the wheel, retracted the metallic roof and drove toward the coastline. On the way, Raoul explained why a lowly social worker drove an SLK. His father began opening gourmet restaurants twenty years ago in exclusive resort hotels in the US and around the world. By now, he controlled a hospitalities empire worth millions. Raoul said his Dad wanted him to get an MBA at UCLA and become the CEO of his company after he retires. Raoul rebelled, getting a job at Kid’s Care to work for a couple of years doing something meaningful before he “sells out” to become rich and happy. He confessed the woman he was seeing was the daughter of a competitor in the industry. If they got married, the merged companies would be worth billions.

“Have you been together very long?” Bella Lisa asked.

“We’ve known each other a long time, but we haven’t been together… in an intimate way, if you know what I mean. How long have you been seeing your boyfriend, Bella?”

“We met a little over a week ago,” Bella Lisa confessed.

“Only a week? Are you serious about each other?”

“Well, we just met. So… I’m not sure yet.”

“Did you meet him at college?”

“Not exactly…”

Bella Lisa was embarrassed to admit she had become the submissive of a man more than twice her age. She knew it would sound weird to Raoul. In her mind, Bella Lisa pictured all the strange looks she had received while out with Williamson in public.

He’s almost as old as my Dad. What am I doing with him?

Raoul pulled the SLK up to his oceanfront home and gave Bella Lisa a tour. It was newly remodeled with sleek, modern furnishings. Every room had a full view of the ocean.

“It’s beautiful, Raoul.”

“Some kids get a bouquet of flowers when they graduate college, my parents gave me a multimillion dollar oceanfront home.”

Bella Lisa wondered if Phillipe’s company had sold them the home.

“My dad just bought a place by the beach in Seaside City for us.”

And we would’ve lost it too, if not for the generosity of Phillipe. What am I doing here?

When Bella Lisa told Raoul who her Father was, he got very excited.

“Your Dad is Marc Mauricio! Oh my God, I used to love watching his show. You have to introduce me to him.”

“Maybe, he’s kind of busy right now.”

Drying out in drug and alcohol rehab.

“Sure, he’s super famous. Come on, Bella Lisa. I want to show you the pool. Follow me.”

The large blue tiled rectangular pool on the estate was spectacular. The water sparkled in the sun. There were several surfboards of various lengths and sizes leaning up against the side of the house.

“Do you like to surf?” Bella Lisa asked.

“Yeah. Do you want to paddle out? The surf’s pretty flat today, but we might be able to catch a few waves with the long boards. I think we might be able to find you a wetsuit around here that fits you.”

“Maybe some other time, Raoul,” Bella Lisa said.

“How about a swim then?” Raoul asked, with a bright toothy smile.

Raoul slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he spoke to her and slipped it off. He had the upper torso of an Olympic swimmer, with large muscular arms, rippled abs and a youthful slender waist.

He’s what Phillipe must have looked like twenty years ago.

After tossing his shirt on a deck chair, Raoul undid his pants and slipped them over his skinny hips, his arousal clearly evident under silky white Calvin Klein undershorts. He didn’t seem uncomfortable in the least to be standing nearly naked in front of her.

An exhibitionist. Just my type of guy.

“Come on. Jump in with me, Bella Lisa. The pool’s heated. It’s warm, like a bath. I’ve got an idea. I’ll race you, once, back and forth across the pool. If you win, I’ll write up all the field visits for you for one month. If you win, all you have to do is check out the brand new sauna I’ve had built in the cabana after our swim.”