Love Story

Love Story

I’d guess a lot of people would term this a true story….

He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me
into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone.
Now this was what I was hoping for when I booked my romantic vacation !

He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear: “Just relax.”

Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused
hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my
calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I
should be afraid, but somehow I didn’t care. His touch was so
experienced, so sure.

When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and
partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers
caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full
breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing
what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my
tingling spine and into my panties.

Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and
expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man
not used to taking `no’ for an answer . A man who would tell me what he
wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say … “Okay, ma’am,”
said a voice. “All done.”

My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling, holding out my purse.

“You can board your flight now. Next!” Summer Vacation Rentals


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