When I pull over she hops off and hands me the helmet. “Thanks for the ride.”
She looks at her wrist again and I have to ask. “Why do you keep doing that?”
“What?” she asks.
“Looking at your arm.”
“Oh, I smashed my watch on a serving tray last week and can’t get used to not having it there.” She shrugs. “Habit, I guess.”
I nod in understanding.
“See you around.” She waves and heads toward the sliding doors.
“Bye, S’belle. See you around.” The whole situation is amusing to me because she obviously doesn’t know I’ll be attending the affair as well.
She turns and walks backward to continue the conversation. “My name is Bell.”
I grin and say nothing, thinking, “Sure thing, Red.”
Shaking her head, she turns her back to me. I glance at my watch. I have an hour to get back here so I pull into the street and race to my fleabag hotel to get changed for work. In the shower I turn the water on full blast. Steam from the hot water fogs the mirror by the time I’m done. I wipe it a few times and push my hair back with both hands. Alone in the bathroom, staring at myself, I see a reflection from a different time.
The curves of her beautiful breasts, a face full of promises, wild hair, me slamming into her from behind as she leaned over the counter and I looked in the mirror. Moans of passion that I wasn’t sure were hers or mine. My body shaking . . . hers quivering. I had been drunk, sure, but I felt completely sober when my hands roamed her body. Her * was so sweet I couldn’t get enough. Without any inhibitions, I told her all of my deepest sexual desires. She only smiled in response as I stood and brought her mouth to mine. I felt my dick throb.
With my body pressed up against hers, heat was everywhere, surrounding us. She pulled back and looked at me with clear eyes. “You’re not from LA, are you?” she asked.
“What makes you say that?”
“You just seem different.”
“Born and raised in Laguna.”
“On the beach. Was it fun?”
I ran my hands through my hair and quirked a smile. It wasn’t the time for conversation. My arms caged her body and my throbbing cock rubbed against her thigh.
Her eyes roved up and down my body and she licked her lips before dropping her gaze. “I think I really like surfers.”
“Oh yeah, what makes you say that?”
She pushed the hair from my eyes before dropping her stare again. “Tan, sun-bleached hair, hot, and sexy.”
I moved closer and whispered in her ear. “This hot and sexy guy is done talking now. I want to fuck you.”
She traced her tongue along my lips and moaned. Breathing heavily she purred, “Please.”
I urged her closer. She was so wet I slid inside her with unabashed ease. She closed her eyes, but I had a strange need to see her while I fucked her. I lifted her chin. “Look at me.”
We stared into the depths of each other’s eyes as I slowly moved in and back out so I could feel the thrill again. Each time I thrust in only felt better than the last. I could see in her eyes how much she was enjoying it and I was fucking loving it, too. Each plunge brought me closer to the brink. I tried to control myself but she was doing crazy things to me. When I could see she was close I said, “Come with me.”
She dug her nails into my back and wrapped her legs tighter around my waist. The sensation of filling her so deeply was unreal. She called out my name over and over and through gritted teeth I did the same. Once my orgasm subsided, I looked at myself in the mirror and was struck by a huge wave of guilt. Despite it, I closed my lids and felt my cock swell. It wasn’t anywhere near done and neither was I.
“Hey, surfer boy.” She pulled my attention back toward her. “Can we do that again?”