“I’m forty five years old, I've carried and given birth to two children, I'm not twenty five, tight and toned, and I have stretch marks and wobbly bits”
“Can we please just stop the fuck with all this shit about your age and the condition of your body? Do you really think that I'm that shallow, that that is all I care about? I've known you for four days, I've shared a bed with you for the past three nights and somehow, somehow I've managed to keep my hands to my fucking self, when in fact all I've actually wanted to do is fuck you every which way possible and maybe even try some fucks that are impossible. If all I was interested in was how hot your body is and a quick root, I would have done that Friday or Saturday night, I wouldn't have laid there for three nights, with a massive hard on, trying not to move, in case I cause more pain to the bones that that bastard has beaten and bruised, I’ve already told you how I feel, the affect your having on me. For fucks sake Lauren, I've spent the past ten years living like a wombat; I haven't had a meaningful relationship with a woman, other than my daughter, my mother and my sister in my entire life. And then you turn up and from the instant I set eyes on you, you've flipped my world on its fucking head, I love your body, you have a fantastic body and the best pair of tits I have ever seen. Or not seen as the case would be”
Oookaaay!
“Wombat?” Is all I can think of saying.
“Yes wombat. Eats, Roots and Leaves”
Our eyes meet and we laugh.
“Do you realise how many times you just said fuck during that little outburst?”
“A lot probably, you frustrate me no end, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, you’re gorgeous Lauren, and you need to accept that. Now, go get naked then get that sexy little arse of yours in the spa, I’ll bring over our drinks in a bit and give you chance to hide all your wobbly bits under the water”
I finish my drink and walk over to the spa. I know without looking back that his eyes are on me. Fuck it, let’s get this over with. I pull the T shirt over my head and off, I take off his trunks that I've been wearing all day, stepping out of them as sexily as possible. I look over my shoulder without turning my body; I smile and wink, then swing his jocks around my head and toss them back towards him. As quick as a flash, he sticks out his hand and catches them, brings them down to his face, closes his eyes and sniffs. Yes... Sniffs. Ohhhh good grief, that boy is all kinds of wrong but he turns me on no end, I don't know whether I should feel embarrassed, horrified or aroused? What should I feel? My cheeks are blazing and what I do know is that despite whatever I should be feeling, I am so fucking horny, it’s making my head spin. I stand and stare as Gabe opens his eyes and stands from the table and I instantly see his erection pushing against his shorts. He grabs our glasses and the wine and starts to walk towards me, should I just climb in and hide myself under the water. My ribs are a nice shade of blue and purple. Yep, real sexy. I turn and stare into the spa but am frozen to the spot. He is right behind me; he puts the glasses and cooler down and then his T shirt lands on the floor next to me, his thongs, his shorts and his jocks follow. He moves my hair from the back of my neck and over onto my shoulder and slowly plants little kisses right at my nape, traveling up and across to my ear. I arch my back and lean into him so that he can have better access, ignoring the pain in my ribs. I raise my arm and wrap it around his neck into his hair, his fingers trace very lightly up and down my spine and his arm comes around me, cupping my right breast, all the while he's kissing and stroking his fingers up and down my spine, moving from the back of my waist down across to my backside to my thigh. He moves his hand onto my stomach and pulls me back, completely flush against him. His right hand is still at my breast, tweaking my nipple between his finger and thumb. His left hand is cupping me between my legs, as he whispers in my ear “Open your legs”
I do better than that and lift my left leg up onto the edge of the spa allowing him more access to me. Then I panic as I remember I haven't showered today. Shit. Instinctively my legs clench back together and I can feel my face burn with embarrassment. He freezes and stops dead in his tracks
“What is it?”
I close my eyes. Shit, fuck, bollocks! What do I say, could this be any more embarrassing?
“I've not showered today” I whisper, feeling mortified.
He gives a little laugh and I feel his shoulders shake, then he lets out a soft sigh, right into my ear, causing instant goose bumps across my burning body.
“Ahhh Lauren, you really do need to chill out a bit baby. Do you really think that bothers me? I love the way you smell, fresh out the shower or not and I can't wait to taste you, showered or not, now open your legs”.
Oh my fucking god, he is just, he is just, he just is, that is all, I seriously can't breathe. Or think straight it would seem.