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An hour later she was sitting by the side of the rooftop pool, watching early-evening swimmers work up an appetite for their dinner. She had already abandoned the restaurant. S
he had seen three of her communication company’s former clients in there and, although she could have happily bedded any of them, they didn’t count as strangers.
The hotel was part of a beachfront spa resort, boasting many amenities and catering exclusively to adults. Whenever they needed a weekend break – and, given her demanding office job and Will’s exhausting work with his model agency, that need to escape came often – the spa resort provided the ideal getaway.
Twilight was now shifting to the black of night. The canopy of stars above was growing softly brighter. Beyond the splashing of a swimmer in the pool Emma could hear the faraway lilt of song lyrics. She didn’t know where the music was coming from but she suspected it was trailing up from the ground-floor bar.
She knew that Will would be sitting there, flirting with any female who went to get a drink. Given his track record as a serial flirt, she suspected he would be doing quite well. He had a boyishly handsome face and a very easy way about him. When he flashed his affable grin and applied his most seductive charm, she knew that he could usually bend any woman he desired to do as he asked. On reflection, she supposed that was one of the things she had always found so appealing about him.
‘Emma?’
She glanced up at the sound of her name being called and was surprised to see a swimmer walking toward her. He was tall and muscular and broad and his tight white Speedos left little to her imagination. She could see the fat shape of the length encased in there. In her mind’s eye, she was already unpeeling the swimming trunks to expose his flesh to the wanton need of her mouth. She wondered how long it would take her to suck the climax from his shaft and she guessed it would be a mere matter of moments. The prospect was so vivid she could almost taste him on her tongue. Dragging her gaze away from his crotch, she glanced at his face.
Her smile broadened with recognition.
‘Alex?’
‘What are you doing here?’ he asked.
‘I was going to ask you the same thing.’
She gestured for him to join her at her poolside table and glanced around to see if there was a waiter nearby. Alex was one of her colleagues from the office. When she had seen him managing his sales team she had always been impressed by the meticulous way he presented himself in a suit. She had often wondered if the physique contained inside the tailored cut of his Ralph Lauren or his Hugo Boss would be the impressive rugby player’s build she had always fantasised about. Now she could see those fantasies had not properly done him justice. Judging from the substantial bulge at the front of his Speedos, she wondered how much more satisfying the real Alex might be than her fantasy image of him.
He sat down on the recliner beside her. Instead of staring out at the pool he placed himself on the edge of the seat and faced her. He was so close she could smell the tart tang of chlorine from his earlier swim. Beneath that fragrance she could taste the musky tang of his fresh perspiration. It was a scent that made her hungry for him.
Whilst Emma was entertaining lurid thoughts about what they could do together, Alex was telling her that the spa resort was a convenient getaway for him when he was visiting his family in a nearby town. She maintained a smile of earnest interest and nodded polite agreement during the appropriate pauses in the conversation. All the time her thoughts were toying with the idea of taking Alex’s shaft into her mouth and sucking on him.
Her phone beeped twice.
It was the sound that notified her she had received a picture.
Smiling apologetically at Alex, and brushing the idea of licking his shaft from her thoughts, she glanced at the picture that had been sent.
It was a selfie from Will. He had a woman’s pierced nipple between his lips. The nipple was a dark pink and looked hard with excitement.
Emma’s stomach muscles tightened with arousal. She could feel the greedy need for satisfaction clutching at her loins, urging her to do something to sate her excitement. The yearning ached like a hungry throb at the centre of her sex.
She sat up abruptly. ‘Am I OK to grab a picture of us two?’ she asked.
Alex shrugged. ‘Sure.’
She snapped her phone into the jaws of the small selfie-stick she kept in her purse and placed herself on the recliner beside him. The selfie-stick allowed her to get a full bodyshot of herself and Alex. Her grin broadened as her free hand rested casually on the thick bulge contained inside his Speedos. As her fingers encircled his shape the thickness began to grow warm and stiff. She was aware of an electric tension developing in the air between Alex and herself. It would be easy enough, she thought, to direct the conversation so that he invited her to visit his hotel room.
She snapped three swift pictures and sent the best one to Will. Enjoying being so close to him, she remained sitting on the recliner beside Alex with her fingers still holding the shape of his stiffening shaft.
Alex maintained a polite banter but she could see he was trying hard not to be flustered by the fact that his colleague had unexpectedly grabbed at his crotch. Despite the unusual situation, Emma was pleased to note that he conducted himself with consummate professionalism. She was even more pleased to see that the stiffness in his Speedos reached a substantial and very impressive size.
Her mobile phone beeped to indicate she had received a text message.
Isn’t that Alex from your office? He’s not a stranger, is he?
She scowled because Will was correct. She had already dismissed the idea of sleeping with three former clients because they weren’t strangers. She supposed the only reason she had overlooked the matter in Alex’s case was because she had been fancying him for a while.
My bad. She texted the message back to Will using her free hand. I’ll say goodnight to Alex now.
She cursed quietly to herself as she pressed send and then flashed an apologetic smile in Alex’s direction.