Inappropriate Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #1) by Ian Dalton Read Free Book Online

through
the patio doors for a look at the pool and tennis court while he
went upstairs to find her.
    Brian walked out to the backyard. The pool
was large and free form in shape, with lagoon-like landscaping and
detailed hardscaping. Big, comfortable-looking lounge chairs dotted
the patio area, which also featured an outdoor kitchen with a
fireplace. To the right of the pool, Brian spotted the tennis
court. Smiling, he headed that way.
    As he got closer, Brian stopped in his
tracks at the sight of a woman lying face down on one of the lounge
chairs. He stood speechless while taking in the scene. She wore a
white micro-bikini bottom that must have only provided about four
inches of coverage at its widest point, near the top of her
perfectly-shaped rear end. Lower down, the suit's coverage quickly
dwindled to nearly nothing. The woman's skin was perfectly
tanned—not dark and leathery, but lusciously golden. Her dark brown
hair fell just past her shoulders. Brian's eyes took one more trip
down her supple body, lingering briefly along her trim waist and
long, toned legs. Then, as her arm slipped off the chaise to the
patio, he noticed the sides of her breasts were showing just enough
to reveal that her top was probably just as skimpy as her bikini
bottom.
    His first thought was that this was Rob’s
girlfriend, but when he remembered that she was supposed to be a
blonde, he figured she must be Rob’s sister, although he couldn't
remember him ever mentioning he had one. After staring at the woman
for about thirty seconds, he said, "Sorry to bother you. I’m
Brian." When she didn’t move, he noticed the wires leading up to
the woman’s ears and realized she must be listening to music. Rob
came up quietly behind him and stood there shaking his head with
disapproval.
    "Jesus, Mom," he said loudly.
    Rising up quickly, Jillian looked a little
frightened. When she turned her head, she found Rob standing there
with an angry look on his face. Smiling, Jillian pushed herself up,
turned on her side, stood, and rushed over to hug her son. Brian’s
guess about the modesty of the bikini top was right on the money,
and Rob’s face confirmed it. Brian tore his eyes away from her
chest to avoid being rude and to also see if her face was worthy of
that body. He found that it was more than worthy. Jillian looked
young; she was in her late thirties or early forties, he thought.
Worst case, forty-two.
    Rob asked, "What the hell are you
wearing?"
    Jillian ignored the question as she grabbed
hold of him and squeezed tightly while he reciprocated
halfheartedly. Brian looked on, amazed. This was not your average
mother of a college-aged son, he thought. For some reason, he
momentarily pictured his mother wearing Jillian’s tiny bikini, but
he quickly shook off the image. His mother's bikini days were well
behind her.
    "You look good," she said. "Looks like
you’re eating."
    "Is that one of Victoria’s bikinis?" Rob
asked with a sneer.
    Jillian looked down, noticed that the suit
was barely covering her chest, and turned to retrieve a large beach
towel from the chair. She proceeded to wrap it around her shoulders
so it draped over her breasts and the tiny bikini bottom front.
    "Sorry." She widened her
eyes and gave them an embarrassed look. "I forgot I had on my
tanning suit. Oh, and it is one of Victoria’s. It’s too conservative for her
now, if you can believe that."
    Rob said, "Mom, this is Brian Nash. Brian,
this is my mother, Jillian Grayson."
    Looking at Brian, she smiled. "I’ve heard a
lot about you. We’re glad to have you here."
    Brian returned the smile. "Nice to meet you,
Miss Grayson. Your house is incredible."
    "Thank you. Please, call me Jillian."
    Rob mumbled something to her about her
bikini bottoms, since her ass was still showing way too much for
his taste; the towel cover-up was only working to shield the front
of her.
    Rolling her eyes at her son, she turned away
from them both, which re-exposed her perfect ass to Brian.