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Copyright 2012 by Blair Erotica
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Inga turned and looked back at the prints her bare feet had left in the wet sand. The sun shone down, warm on her skin as she walked along the edge of the water. Waves washed over her feet and then receded, trickling sand and small pebbles across her toes. Sam walked above the line of wet sand, where the waves didn't quite reach, laughing as she stopped to look at shiny shells and pebbles the water uncovered. She wondered why he thought it was funny. She thought it odd that he had come all this way, initiated the idea for a holiday on a tropical beach, and didn't even seem to want to touch the water.
They met while she was doing freelance work on a major product launch for a large corporation. Sam came to a pre-launch presentation they held for investors and it tickled her that this handsome guy showed far more interest in her than the product he came to see. When she saw he was interested, she was glad that her part of the job ended with the reception. She didn’t have to worry about conflicts of interest or rules about fraternization with clients.
His eyes felt warm and gentle as they caressed her body while they chatted innocently over wine, and she sensed the possibility of an enjoyable and lusty evening. She liked his confident and easy manner, and tried not to sound eager when she accepted his invitation to dinner. And when, between the main course and dessert, his hungry eyes pierced hers, she knew she wanted him.
When the dessert and coffee came, he ate with an agonizing slowness. When he quietly suggested that she go home with him when they finished, she agreed. Then he smiled, switching his conversation to how he would enjoy undressing her and touching her. She grew impatient and very aroused.
She barely saw his apartment. They went straight to his bed, where they spent less time on undressing her and touching her than he had spent talking about it at the restaurant. Naked in his giant four poster bed, he took her with an athletic vigor and she came before he did.
As a start to a night of good sex, she thought it fine, and was sure they would work up to a lot more intimate touching and play. He fondled her, tasted her, and give her a long sweet climax as he explored her body with hands and mouth. Then he snuggled up behind her with his cock hard against her. His hands raised her legs, his cock entered her again, filling her slowly and deliberately, delighting her. He seemed to pace himself, and she wallowed in the sensual touch of his hands running over her body, tugging her nipples, caressing her clitoris, as he slow fucked her. She gave herself to it, like his body was the ocean, and when the wave broke over her he was coming inside her.
Then, at midnight, he got out of bed and switched on his computer.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I have to work,” he said. “The markets are opening in Japan and Hong Kong.” He stared at the computer. “My work day starts now.”
“Then our date ends now,” she said. Realizing he hadn't heard her, that she had ceased to exist in his world, she dressed and went home, feeling angry and humiliated.
The sudden change in him struck her as both rude and odd. Of course he had to work, but he had switched her off completely as he had switched the computer on. Perhaps that is how he used women. She wondered if he would want to see her again, or if she wanted to see him. He had made her feel wonderful, but now…
She sighed. You learn precious little about a person in the heady rush of bodies rammed together in a first encounter, and while he had potential as a lover, she had expected, insisted on more than to lose his attention when the clock struck whatever it had struck. She deserved more from a man when she gave herself to him for a night supposedly about passion.