‘What a nuisance,’ she muttered. She squeezed the thickness of his erection and finally let her fingers fall away from him. ‘That text was a reminder,’ she said with forced sadness. ‘I’ve got an appointment this evening. If not for that I would love to have spent some more time with you.’ She stressed the final six words, making sure he understood exactly what she meant.
Disappointment made his face fall.
Worse, she could see the shape of his erection wilting.
‘Is there no way you can get out of your appointment?’
She pressed her lips together into a bitter smile and shook her head. ‘Not this time,’ she said. ‘But I’m sure we can pick this up at a future date.’
He nodded reluctant agreement. She was relieved to see that he made no attempt to follow when she stood up and walked back into the hotel. Instead, he plunged back into the pool and she suspected he was finding an alternative way of expending the excess energy he had been planning to use with her.
Her bitter smile remained as she stepped into the lift and headed down to the basement gym. Whilst Will invariably had a lot of luck at the bar, Emma found it was easier to pick up guys who were invested in some form of physical exercise.
The women at the bar were looking to be admired and Will played on that need.
The guys she found at the pool and in the gym were equally invested in their appearance and Emma had discovered they liked it when someone noticed the effort they had put into shaping their bodies.
It made them easy conquests.
She headed toward the weight room and tried not to be too impressed by the sight of her own slender figure reflected in the million-and-one mirrors that covered the walls. She didn’t work out as often as she needed but that hadn’t hampered her figure. In a pair of powder-blue heels, and with a figure-hugging mini-dress displaying her ample bosom and well-rounded backside, she strutted confidently through the racks of lifting equipment and unoccupied treadmills. Her blonde curls bounced on her shoulders. The gym’s bright lights caught each of the gold highlights in her hair.
Emma headed for the solitary figure on a lat machine.
The gym was deserted apart from him and she figured he would be easily won by her charms. He sat with his legs spread and his broad chest growing broader each time he pulled the machine’s handles. His cheeks had a healthy redness.
If she was honest with herself, the thing that had initially caught her interest was the fact that the man reminded her of little Benny Davidson, the first boy she had ever kissed, twenty years ago, back when she was a schoolgirl aged eight.
After the tug that came from that fleeting moment of nostalgia, she was struck by the man’s muscular thighs. The shorts he wore were tight around his groin and he was obviously built. He had been perspiring into a white T-shirt and there were damp, dark circles beneath the arms. A long line of masculine wetness trailed between his bulging pectorals and it seemed to point toward his loins.
She shivered with growing need for him.
‘That looks like a very invigorating form of exercise,’ she said as she stepped in front of him. She parted her legs so that he had a chance to see her thighs. They weren’t as muscular as his but Emma knew that her legs were one of her most appealing features. Their allure was particularly striking when combined with a decent pair of heels and something short and revealing.
‘Invigorating?’ The man on the lat machine paused and licked a film of sweat from his upper lip. ‘Yes,’ he agreed. ‘It’s a very invigorating form of exercise.’
She fixed her gaze on his and said deliberately, ‘I’d imagine that exercise helps increase your stamina.’
‘You don’t have to imagine,’ he grunted. He did another lat pull before adding, ‘I can give you a demonstration of my stamina.’
Result, she thought brightly. She kept her smile tight as she appraised him with cool regard. ‘I think I could enjoy that,’ she murmured. ‘Are you staying here at the hotel?’
‘I have a room here,’ he admitted. ‘Do you fancy a drink first, or would you like to sample my stamina immediately?’
The muscles at the tops of her thighs trembled. Her sex grew moist with greedy anticipation. She caught her breath, fearful that if she spent too long brooding on how to respond she would begin to dissolve into a puddle of her own arousal.
‘I’d like to sample that stamina as soon as you can deliver,’ she breathed. She glanced around the deserted gym, confirming that they were alone, and then knelt down in front of him. Keeping her gaze locked on his, Emma stroked her fingers against his thighs.
He released a soft, guttural sigh.
She didn’t waste time fondling him or exploring his shape. The urgent need of her arousal wouldn’t allow her to play such games. Instead, acting on an instinctive desire that threatened to overwhelm her, she teased down the waistband of his shorts and exposed the swollen tip of his glans. The end was large and meaty and a pearl of his precome glistened in the slit.
She tapped her tongue against him and sampled his flavour.
The inner muscles of her sex clenched in a light spasm that felt close to orgasm. She panted heavily and said, ‘That tastes good.’
He stroked a hand against her face. ‘Emma?’ he asked doubtfully. ‘Is that you?’
She almost stumbled away from him. Her mouth worked soundlessly for a moment as she tried to work out how he knew her name. The revelation came in an instant. It hadn’t just been that the man bore a passing resemblance to the first boy she had ever kissed.