she fell in lust at first sight with a much younger man.
Star Hotel chain doesn’t do commitment, until the older, curvy, vivacious
brunette robs him off his ability to control a certain body part.
all around the world at a moment’s notice, and Debra is on the last leg of her
middle-aged-crisis induced gap year.
their love and find the trust needed to make this more than just a fling?
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and turned to swim away. He was too fast for her. Braam held her by the
shoulders, tread water and kissed her back.
next to his and her breasts teased his chest. The thin lace that covered her
was no barrier to hide how her nipples stood out. Braam slid one leg between
hers and moved one hand to hold her ass and push her tight against him.
she wore were negligible. Even so it took immense control not to rip them away
and have nothing between them. Instead he held her close, let her rub herself
on him and savoured the moment. Braam swam them backwards a few feet until he
could rest on a ledge a foot or so underwater and sit his lady on his knees
with her legs either side and her pussy open to his cock. It was teasing, tantalising
and downright enjoyable. Judging by the shivers and mewls she made as he
nibbled her ear and scattered kisses over her face and mouth, she agreed. Her
hands played with his nipples.
pool out. He was so close to coming it hurt.
suitable.” He towed her to the roman steps at one end of the pool and glanced
around the area. Not even a sunbed had been left out.
on, we need to fuck? Who says?”
I don’t suppose you have one with you?”
when I go for a walk at midnight.” She sounded horrified. “Even if it does
include an illicit swim. You?”
habit of screwing with strangers, even with a condom. Where’s a towel? Blame it
on the moon, oh, I don’t know, temporary insanity or jet lag or something. Pure
fucking stupidity. Look, if you try anything, I’ve got a black belt in karate.
inflicted by the same bout of insanity if that’s any consolation.”
introduced or something?”
the pool where his jacket and trousers were. “My name is Abraham,” he said as
he used his jacket to soak up the bulk of the moisture on him. It looked like
even the dry cleaners wouldn’t save it. “Braam to my friends.”
His answer was to hear the faint noise of the lift descending.
forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.
but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.
garden and the lane. I’m often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild
life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that
indeed, I’m not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs
without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate
under the beds. Not to be thought of.
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