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.

a beach bar, I open up the car to let my gang bound out in a melee of joyous, barking enthusiasm, racing off ahead of me to go

stronger today, the sea roiling, forbidding under the threatening sky.

down over the sea a mile or so out, a grey haze that obliterates the view. The downpour is heading my way fast. If I don’t

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 co-operation, weave themselves around my

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 up with me, battering through

of the beach bar, I recoil at the ‘No Dogs’ sign

wet and stinking

now, I sprint once more to the beguiling warmth of the bar, fling open the door and then stand dripping

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

chocolate perhaps?” It’s Ben, sitting

say

Ben, dropping a

but still

must run faster than you.” 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

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

position to argue. My jeans are still sopping, but with the warm jersey, at least my

another one of me inside. I’d not realised before how broad-shouldered Ben is, or for that matter, how much taller he is than

He eyes me, mouth

past my wrists, trying to free my hands to pick up my

back to me, perhaps when we meet up for a meal?” He cocks an eyebrow at

my

a

An actual date?

It’s been a while….

didn’t mean to offend you.” He looks down, then away, out of the window at