Choosing Her Lover

We lie together quietly, he beside me, hands behind his head on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling “Wow! That was quite a ride, Kirstie. Thank you.”

“Thank you. I enjoyed it too.”

“When you asked me to manhandle you, I didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as I did.”

“You’ve not done that before?”

“No, I haven’t. I’m more accustomed to women who want flowers and romantic dinners.” He props himself up on one elbow, looking down at me. “You’re a bit of a contradiction you know.”

“How do you mean?”

“You tell me that you want control of your life, that you want to be in charge, but in the bedroom, you enjoy being…. I don’t think mauled is too strong a word.”

Heat blushes up my face and he rolls his eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed. If that’s what gives you your kicks, I’m happy to help….” He hesitates. “Is that why some of your previous…. partners…. didn’t work out? They weren’t comfortable delivering what works for you?”

“Some of them, certainly, yes.”

“You want to meet up again?”

“I’d love to.”

“Good.” He looks pleased, really pleased. “I’m leaving in the morning for this trip, but I’ll be back in the area next weekend if you’d like….”

“Suits me.”

“Great. I’ll see you in a few days then. And next time, I’ll know what to expect. I’ll come prepared.”

*****

The day is much darker than on my last visit to the beach, overcast and with the breeze gusting cold. Rain threatens, and I decide not to walk too far from shelter.

car to let my gang bound out in a melee

much stronger today, the sea roiling, forbidding under the

the sea a mile or so out, a grey haze that obliterates the

I sprint back up the beach, racing for

me, and a second or so later, the whoosh

am drenched, and the wind picking up, the chill bites through me. Dashing for the warmth of the beach bar, I recoil at the ‘No Dogs’ sign on the door, heading instead for the car where, as I lift the hatch, as one, the gang jumps inside,

to be wet and stinking for the drive back

of the bar, fling open the door and then

only manners to remove my boots before I go any further, and I unlace them, my numb fingers struggling

chocolate perhaps?” It’s Ben,

please,” I say to the

dropping a few

wrap my hands around the cup, warming my fingers, but still shivering. My clothes are clammy with cold,

He looks at me, brow furrowed. “Hey, are you okay? You

“It was bright sunshine when I

the car. Back in a jiffy….” He strides out, car keys

at me, “Get that on you. There’s a bathroom out at the

My jeans are still sopping, but with the warm jersey, at least my top half is warm and I do feel

not a good fit and would easily accommodate another one of me inside. I’d not realised before how

He eyes

owe you one.” I say, pushing the sleeves up past my wrists, trying to free my hands to pick up my

we meet up for a meal?” He cocks an

sip my

a

An actual date?

It’s been a while….

interested, that’s fine. I didn’t mean to offend you.” He looks down, then away, out of the window at the lashing