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.

up the car to let my gang bound out in a melee of

sea roiling, forbidding under the threatening

I intended. Turning, I see rain sheeting down over the sea a mile

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

don’t make it. A few hundred yards short of the cafe, I hear the splatter of raindrops behind me, and a second or so later, the whoosh of water hammering on to the sand, before it catches

at the ‘No Dogs’ sign on

be wet

the beguiling warmth of the bar, fling open the

remove my boots before I go any further, and I unlace them, my numb fingers

a familiar voice. “Or hot chocolate perhaps?” It’s

say

a few

hands around the cup, warming my fingers, but still shivering. My clothes

then? It almost got me too, but I must run faster than you.” He looks at me, brow furrowed. “Hey, are you okay? You really are drenched, aren’t

bright sunshine when I left home. Didn’t think I needed

strides out, car keys jangling, returning a minute or so

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

bit odd, accepting clothes from a near stranger, but I’m in no position to argue. My jeans are still sopping, but with the warm jersey, at least my top half is

would easily accommodate another one of me inside. I’d not realised

I return to the bar. He eyes

up my coffee mug. “I really appreciate it. Er…. do

you handed it back to me, perhaps when we meet

my coffee,

a

An actual date?

It’s been a while….

to offend you.” He looks down, then away, out of the window at the lashing