By the time he returned, his mother and Ari had corralled the crazy heathens long enough to clean up, have all the luggage packed and waiting by the door. After a quick shower to wash away his three-mile run, they were all settled in the car heading to the airport.
All the traveling he’d done over the years, this one could possibly be the longest flight Jon ever took. Ninety minutes of peace. That’s all he’d asked for. They were sitting on the tarmac waiting to take-off thanks to the California fog. John Sr. was already asleep, though Jon couldn't believe it. With all the noise in the cabin, how in hell could he sleep? Then again, he had years of experience having raised three very rambunctious boys and survived. Steph was comfy and hooked up to the laptop in her own little world. Carol was off chatting with Vicky about who knows what. Leaving his three amigos, who had started up again and were now wrestling in the middle of the cabin.
He couldn’t wait to get to the hotel and into their own room. He had happily given up the two-bedroom luxury suites on the top floor to his parents, once his mother had offered to let the kids stay with them, so he and Ari could have some time alone. His exact words....
Halle-fuckin-lujah!
Well, not to her face. With Ari being sick and him having to go to the last three shows by himself and Romeo taking up residency in their bed, he was sex deprived. No matter how hard he tried to sneak off with her for a quickie or even a fucking blow job, something, or someone, cock-blocked him.
“Romeo, knock it off!!" Jesse screamed at his little brother.
“No! Butthead, I was here first!"
“Were not! Now move it!”
“Nooooo!"
Romeo feverishly tried to ward off his older brother with his feet. Being the youngest and littlest didn’t matter. He could hold his own when it came to fighting with both his brothers.
“Romeo, if you don’t knock it off and move, I’m gonna sit on your face and rip a mean one.”
“Here we go with the farting.” Jon pinched the bridge of his nose. “Jesse! Enough! Now move.”
A few more sounds of smacking skin could be heard then the disgruntled teenager groaned and plopped into another seat with a loud thud.
“Daaaad! Jesse grabbed my wiener.” Romeo wailed.
“Wish someone was grabbing my wiener.” Jon mumbled as he undid his seat buckle and stood. Before stepping into the aisle to handle the latest situation, he placed his hands on either side of Ariana’s seat. Bending closer so that only she would hear him, he whispered to her,
“Whaddya say Crash, as soon as we hit the room, wanna play grab my sau-seege?”
So engrossed in what she was doing, Ariana never looked up from her computer. She just patted his hand and said okay baby, whatever you want.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Jon grumbled as he made his way towards the back of the plane. Stopping momentarily to playfully smack Jesse on his head and point at Romey to buckle up and stay put. Vicky met him halfway with a glass of wine and informed him they were finally cleared for take-off. Thanking her, Jon returned to his seat, only to find Romeo buckled and snuggled close to Ari.
“Move it, buster.” Jon flicked the clasps of his seatbelt. “It’s my turn to be with Ari, now scoot!”
“Humph!” the little tike snarled as he stomped away.
Taking his rightful seat next to her waited as she powered down her laptop and placed it under her seat. She then placed the apple red ear buds in her ears, turned the volume up on her phone, curled her arm around his and rested her head on his shoulder. He even smirked when the sound of Southside Johnny’s We’re Having A Party filtering through her headphones. Guess she didn’t need him singing to her this time. Linking his fingers with hers, he rested his head against hers.
Ninety minutes... I can do this.
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Slipping the key into the slot, he kicked open the door with his foot and stepped into the small sitting area. This room was smaller than he was used to, but he didn’t care. It was his and only his. Well, and Ari’s. The kids, thank God, were safely tucked away two floors above him with his parents. Looking around, he noticed the array of clothes that were scattered all around, but there was no sign of Ari. Calling out for her, he found her standing in front of the bathroom mirror, jumping up and down trying to tug up her jeans.
“What are you doing?” he rested a shoulder against the wall.
“What does it look like? I’m trying to get into my pants.” She wiggled her butt and tugged on the belt loops.
“I think you would look better out of your pants.” He moved a little closer. Ari spun on the ball of her foot and nudged him out of the way. Disappearing into the sitting room for a moment, she returned holding two other pairs of jeans. Kicking loose her current pair, she tried the black ones she held in her right hand. She had pulled them on with ease, only to get frustrated when she couldn’t button them.
“Argh!!!” She stripped them off, this time taking her neon peace sign boy shorts with her.
Deciding to seize the moment, Jon quickly moved behind her and wrapped her in his arms. “Can I ask why you are trying on all your clothes?”
“Did you suddenly go blind?” She pushed him back.
Once again, she walked into the sitting room. This time, she came back wearing a pair of his sweats. Dragging her fingers through her messy locks, she twisted them into a knot and secured it with a clip.
“Nothing fits. I’m going shopping.”
“Whoa!... hold up. We just got here. We are alone for the first time in a long time, and you want to go shopping?” He blocked the doorway so she couldn’t get by. “You hate shopping, remember.”
“Yes!” she stated in a matter-of-fact manner. Her hands planted firmly on her hips.
The look on her face told him not to argue. He simply ran his hand through his hair. “Do you want me to come with you?”
“No. You’ll draw too much attention. I need someone who is going to help.”
“But...” he quickly changed what he was going to say. “What about Ma?”
“God, no! She’ll probably pick out all those cutesie maternity outfits.”
Ari moved around the room, throwing stuff into her bag.
“How about Steph? She loves to shop.” He was already pressing "sending" on his phone.
“Perfect. Tell her to meet me in the lobby.”
“You’re taking a guard.” Jon shouted, but she was already out the door.
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Beverly Hills — the land of fake tits, Botox and money. Three things Ari was not. Yes, she had enough money to shop here, but why would she? There was nothing even remotely to her liking. Okay, that wasn’t one hundred percent true. Rodeo Drive had one of the nicest Agent Provocateur store she’s been too, but she was not about to walk into it with her future stepdaughter.
Luckily, Ari knew the area well and when she met up with Steph and their he-man protector in the lobby, they headed straight for Melrose Place. At least there, she had a few classic vintage shops she could choose from.
Ari convinced Vince that parking the car and walking would be the best option. The way she and Steph were dressed, they fit in perfectly. Ari still had on Jon’s sweats with an oversized shirt, and Steph wore cargo camos with an almost identical top. It was Vince’s men-in-black attire that would draw attention to them, so he stayed close behind them.
For the next couple of hours, they strolled along talking and laughing as they went in and out of stores. Each of them finding a few things here and there. Ari still could not find the right pair of jeans. Nothing felt as good as an old pair of worn-out denim. The way they hugged her body. Every pair she seemed to try on didn’t fit her right. They either sagged in her ass so she could button them, or they fit just right and couldn’t button them. She was slowly becoming frustrated. Steph couldn’t contain her laughter when one sales associate suggested Ari try maternity jeans. You know, the ones with the elastic panels.
They were headed back to the car when they came upon a cool little surf and bathing suit shop. Stepping into the store, they both set off on their own. Ari could use a few new suits. Now that she was having a baby, the days of letting her ass hang out were a no go. That didn’t mean she was giving up wearing a bikini. It was just time for a more conservative style. She made her way over to a rack of mismatched suits. The sign above the rack said, mix-n-match any size, any color, any style.
Finally! She mouthed and began rummaging through the rack. Finding a few she liked, she headed off to the dressing room to try them on. She started with the one piece and immediately nixed that idea. Next up were a few boy short bottoms with tankini tops. Reaching for the next one, she slipped on the apple green bottoms first, then the top. A halter top with a plunging neckline that tied around her neck and clasped around her back just like a bra which help uplift her ever-growing tits. The tank part flared a little, covering her belly just enough. Opening the dressing room door, she stepped out to have a look in the three-way mirror.
“Nice tat.”
The sound of Stephanie’s voice startled her.
“Oh! Thanks.” Ari adjusted the bottoms of her suit.
“What’s it say?”
“Have faith.”
“Looks new. Did you just get it?” Steph was too busy looking at herself in the mirror to notice Ariana getting a little uncomfortable.
“A few months ago. Cara, that’s my best friend, you’ll meet her tonight, and I did them together.” Ari headed back into her little room.
“That’s awesome. Do you have any others?"
Shutting the door behind her, Ari closed her eyes and grimaced at the last question. She could lie and say no. It’s not like her other one is visible. At least not now, but eventually it could be. Taking a deep breath, she answered.
“Yes.”
Stephanie noticed the little catch in her voice. “Ari, it’s okay if you don’t want to tell me about it. I was just curious.”
“Nah. It’s okay. I have one more, near my hip. I got that one a long time ago.”
Content with that answer, the young teen reverted the conversation back to shopping.
“So, are you getting that suit? It looked great on you.”
“Yeah. I think I will.”
Stepping out from their rooms, they set off to pay for their newest finds.
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Jon looked at his watch for the second time in the last five minutes. He needed to get ready if they were going to make it to Richie’s in time for dinner. He hadn’t expected them to be out for this long. He just assumed Ari would get aggravated and come back. Back to him and their empty kid free room where they could spend the afternoon in bed doing all the naughty stuff adults like to do. When that didn’t happen, he sought the hotel gym, hoping to relieve some of his pent-up energy. Now here he was alone again and if he didn’t get his ass moving they would for sure be late.
Maybe a shower will help.
Once in the bathroom, he stripped off his clothes, stepped into the shower and turned on the water to hot. Closing his eyes and opening his mouth, he let the pulsating hot stream pelt against his chest, hoping to relax him, but he felt more tense than when he got in. He knew what would help his frustrations. Jerking off in the shower wasn’t what he really wanted, but the idea suddenly appealed to him. It wouldn’t be the first and most likely wouldn’t be the last. He lowered his hand to his half-hard cock and began stroking. Slow and steady at first as images of Ari’s olive colored skin and damp dark brown curls in there with him filled his mind. His cock fully erect now, he leaned back against the cool tiles and let the warm water trickle down his stomach to his rigid cock.
Masturbation.... something every boy learned at a young age.
Gripping tighter, he increased his movement. Long, slow strokes up and down his stiff, hard dick. Quick and light when he reached the head. His body began to spasm and low moan of pleasure escaped his lips. His balls drew up and tight, and with a cry of her name, his release exploded all over the tiled wall.
“Oh my God! What are you doing!” Ariana squealed.
“What’s it look like I’m doing?” Jon sucked in a breath, kicked open the glass door with his foot. “Now why don’t you take off your clothes and we can do it right this time?”
“Hell no! Are you that horny you couldn’t wait for tonight?”
“Crash, I’ve been waiting for days.” He left the door open but continued with his shower. “Captain here,” he lathered his palms with soap and washed his very happy dick, “couldn’t wait any longer, but he’d be happy to give you a repeat performance.” he gargled the water in his mouth and spit it out.
Ariana leaned against the vanity and waited for him to finish. When he turned off the water, she handed him one of the terry cloths towels. “I can’t believe you were jerking off.”
“A man’s gotta do, what a man's gotta do.” He reached for another towel for his hair. “Tell me you don’t do it.”
“I don’t!”
“Liar,” he ran his hand over his chin. The day-old growth would have to do. He wasn’t in the mood to shave.
“Well, okay. Maybe in an emergency...” She even laughed at the sound of that.
“This was an emergency, heck, a national disaster, as a matter of fact. Do you know how hard it is to sleep next to you every night and not be able to touch you or hold you?" He moved and stood in front of her, his towel hanging loose on his hips. “A disaster so high in priority, it needed a personal touch.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“You are such a dork.”
“A dork who would love nothing more than to bend you over that sink and fuck you till you can’t stand anymore, but we have to be at Casa Sambora in an hour.”
By the look on her face, he knew she must have forgotten.
“Do I have time to shower?”
“Depends on what kinda shower you're taking?”
“Not one like yours, that’s for sure.” She pointed to the door. “Now go! I need to get ready.”
Wow,das war ehrlich,unverblümt und ohne tabu
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