Choosing Her Lover
Chapter 4
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.
to let my gang bound out in a melee of joyous,
is much stronger today, the sea roiling, forbidding under the threatening sky. I walk briskly, warming
than I intended. Turning, I see rain sheeting down over the sea a mile or so out, a grey haze that obliterates the view. The downpour is heading my way
the beach, the only shelter is the cafe bar I left behind me. Calling the dogs in, I sprint back up the beach, racing for cover. The dogs, in a spirit of
A few hundred yards short of the cafe, I hear the splatter of raindrops behind me, and a second or so
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, shaking rain,
going to be wet and
to the beguiling warmth of the bar, fling open the door and then stand
before I go any further, and I unlace them, my numb fingers struggling with the knots. But nothing stops the steady drip of water from my sodden
perhaps?” It’s Ben, sitting at the bar, himself
please,” I say to the
me,” says Ben, dropping a few
I wrap my hands around the cup, warming my fingers, but
He looks at me,
when I
He strides out, car keys jangling, returning a minute or so later, his hair
“Get that on you. There’s
stranger, but I’m in no position to argue. My jeans are still sopping, but with the warm jersey,
sweater is not a good fit and would easily accommodate another one of me inside. I’d not realised before how broad-shouldered Ben is,
return to the bar. He eyes me, mouth puckering. “Not
trying to free my hands to pick up my coffee mug. “I really appreciate it. Er…. do mind if I borrow it to go home in? I’m happy to post it back
handed it back to me, perhaps when we meet up for a meal?” He cocks an eyebrow at
sip my coffee,
a date
An actual date?
It’s been a while….
I didn’t mean to offend you.” He looks down, then away, out
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