with the light of the kitchen behind him and a soft
glow of the outside lights casting a delicious mysterious glow
around him. He was centerfold hot and just the type of man I could
easily devour time and again. Fulfilling my fantasy, relinquishing
me of the rejection I was served back in eighth grade. I had spent
many a years, thinking how if that boy that rejected my heart so
easily was now a man that I would make him want me so badly. Then I
would devoir him and let him have the heartbreak. Or would I?
Staring at Trey now, in the soft light of the night, could I reject
him after, or would I only want more?
"Come sit." I softly spoke out to the
air in general in front of him. Because if I continued talking to
Trey while looking at him, I might just ask him to take care of the
ever increasing ache between my legs that was causing me to squirm
just a bit in my running shorts.
As I stared up at the stars, I heard
the settling of the cushion from the weight of his body. I turned
my attention back to him, just as he cleared his throat and then
took another long drawl of his beer. When he finally spoke up as if
what he had to say next about killed him, I realized he had come to
apologize. "Hey, back at my house, I was only teasing with you. The
whole towel thing was an accident. I'm not normally that perverted.
I wanted to come by in person to apologize. It was very
unprofessional of me."
I could bet my retirement savings that
he could have done that with flowers or over the phone. No, I knew
men, and the only reason he came over was to make sure two things.
I was still his client, which I was and... that maybe, just maybe
he could conquer me as a bootie call. I knew he was intrigued with
me. I sensed it and had rarely been wrong about these things. I
also knew he might have picked up on my sexual interest that if it
was a neon light, it would be blazing bright with the words 'open'
over my head.
I couldn't deny the fact that I had
been tossing out the flirtation in order to get his drive going.
Now that I had it going, I knew it wouldn't be fair to leave him
hanging. Although, the twins should have taken good care of him.
So, why was he here? In person? Perhaps for the same reason I went
to his place in person. I really had to admit it to myself, and it
took a long walk on the beach to clear my head. I wanted Trey
Masterson in a sexual way, and I wanted him out of my head before I
started this charade with the escort Bill and had to fly to Japan.
I had gone to his place after spending a day with two incredible
men, neither of which I was as attracted to as I was to Trey. Both
of which I knew could not be my sexual partner as that would only
complicate the whole business transaction.
If I was to be truly honest with
myself, I had fallen hard for one Trey Masterson, tan muscular
surfer boy who had a grin on his face right now, waiting for me to
say something, anything.
I figured I would start with his name.
"Trey?" Then I smiled coyly at him. "I suppose it should be I that
is apologizing for intruding on your... playtime." The last word
came out a bit teasing. Then I teased some more. "I suppose I
should be honored that you invited me to your romper room play
date. However, I stand by my words. It would only take one real
woman to please you versus the two play bunnies you invited over.
Are you all played out?" The last sentence came out as a sexual
teasing invite of are you done for tonight or do you have a little
more to give.
He shook his head and smiled from ear
to ear while trying to take a long drawl of his beer. When he
finally swallowed, he looked out to the sky and spoke with a deep
timber voice that held a note of serious invite to it. "Jennifer. I
am never played out. I'm only getting started."
The air between us grew quiet. Perhaps
since, both of us knew that anything more, and things would begin
to get complicated. Perhaps, because we both wanted each other so
badly yet did not want to admit it. It was sexual
glow of the outside lights casting a delicious mysterious glow
around him. He was centerfold hot and just the type of man I could
easily devour time and again. Fulfilling my fantasy, relinquishing
me of the rejection I was served back in eighth grade. I had spent
many a years, thinking how if that boy that rejected my heart so
easily was now a man that I would make him want me so badly. Then I
would devoir him and let him have the heartbreak. Or would I?
Staring at Trey now, in the soft light of the night, could I reject
him after, or would I only want more?
"Come sit." I softly spoke out to the
air in general in front of him. Because if I continued talking to
Trey while looking at him, I might just ask him to take care of the
ever increasing ache between my legs that was causing me to squirm
just a bit in my running shorts.
As I stared up at the stars, I heard
the settling of the cushion from the weight of his body. I turned
my attention back to him, just as he cleared his throat and then
took another long drawl of his beer. When he finally spoke up as if
what he had to say next about killed him, I realized he had come to
apologize. "Hey, back at my house, I was only teasing with you. The
whole towel thing was an accident. I'm not normally that perverted.
I wanted to come by in person to apologize. It was very
unprofessional of me."
I could bet my retirement savings that
he could have done that with flowers or over the phone. No, I knew
men, and the only reason he came over was to make sure two things.
I was still his client, which I was and... that maybe, just maybe
he could conquer me as a bootie call. I knew he was intrigued with
me. I sensed it and had rarely been wrong about these things. I
also knew he might have picked up on my sexual interest that if it
was a neon light, it would be blazing bright with the words 'open'
over my head.
I couldn't deny the fact that I had
been tossing out the flirtation in order to get his drive going.
Now that I had it going, I knew it wouldn't be fair to leave him
hanging. Although, the twins should have taken good care of him.
So, why was he here? In person? Perhaps for the same reason I went
to his place in person. I really had to admit it to myself, and it
took a long walk on the beach to clear my head. I wanted Trey
Masterson in a sexual way, and I wanted him out of my head before I
started this charade with the escort Bill and had to fly to Japan.
I had gone to his place after spending a day with two incredible
men, neither of which I was as attracted to as I was to Trey. Both
of which I knew could not be my sexual partner as that would only
complicate the whole business transaction.
If I was to be truly honest with
myself, I had fallen hard for one Trey Masterson, tan muscular
surfer boy who had a grin on his face right now, waiting for me to
say something, anything.
I figured I would start with his name.
"Trey?" Then I smiled coyly at him. "I suppose it should be I that
is apologizing for intruding on your... playtime." The last word
came out a bit teasing. Then I teased some more. "I suppose I
should be honored that you invited me to your romper room play
date. However, I stand by my words. It would only take one real
woman to please you versus the two play bunnies you invited over.
Are you all played out?" The last sentence came out as a sexual
teasing invite of are you done for tonight or do you have a little
more to give.
He shook his head and smiled from ear
to ear while trying to take a long drawl of his beer. When he
finally swallowed, he looked out to the sky and spoke with a deep
timber voice that held a note of serious invite to it. "Jennifer. I
am never played out. I'm only getting started."
The air between us grew quiet. Perhaps
since, both of us knew that anything more, and things would begin
to get complicated. Perhaps, because we both wanted each other so
badly yet did not want to admit it. It was sexual
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