Eternity (10 page)

The usual firing squad of questions you can expect from an excited Caz.

I give her every dirty little detail, starting from where we left off last night. By the end of it she is ecstatic, even more so than me.

“Oh my god, that sounds like a fairy tale! So romantic, you must send me a picture, he sounds like a dream-boat, but it’s surely too good to be true though? Are you sure your not just making all this up?” sceptical as ever, I make sure my reply sounds overly shocked and appalled at her doubt “Thanks Caz, I’m so glad to hear you have so much faith in me!”

“Sorry it’s just you know, your so self conscious and this is all so, I don’t know, so…..naughty. I’m so happy for you, seriously Kate, this is just what you needed. Just promise me something” her voice coming down from it’s high on that last request, “don’t get too involved OK? It is great, but it is what it is, I don’t want you coming back more heart broken than you left”

I know what she means, I can’t deny those familiar butterflies I get at the mere mention of his name and the utter loss I felt thirty minutes ago when I thought it was over, then it hits me, I’m already in too deep.

“No of course, come on Caz, it’s just a holiday thing, I’m just enjoying myself” I bluff, hoping to hell she buys it, I’ve only just admitted it to myself, I don’t want to have to explain these confusing feelings to Caz as well.

Ending the call, I know I’ve got some serious thinking to do.

After a brief chat with Carlos I have established a second date, he won’t let on what his idea is, saying only to wear something I can move in, preferably with heels, the two requests sadly contradict each other.

He’s not picking me up until 18.30 tonight, but I start going through my suitcase now to find something appropriate. Following numerous changes in front of the mirror, I settle on a white gypsy style skirt the hangs to just below the knee, a deep red camisole with a lace trim and some crimson peep-toe sandals, with a wedge heel, so I will be somewhat steady on my feet.

I’m too nervous to eat, I force down the fruit and yoghurt then deposit the remainder outside.

The sunshine looks stunning and is heating up something crazy already, but the thought of going out and bumping into Carols again sends the butterflies roaring into action in my belly. It’s still too new and the excitement mixed with nerves I feel when I see him, teeters dangerously close to nausea; so I think for today I will take advantage of my private Jacuzzi and maybe find some time to email an update to everyone later, Jacuzzi first though.

It’s not too hard to figure out, there’s a mains switch on the wall just inside of the balcony then various switches and dials around the actual tub which vary the temperature and air jets.

While it warms up I slip into my bikini bottoms, forgoing the top because with all the recent thrills of late I’m feeling rather frisky. Routing through my wash-bag I locate the packet of mud face-pack that’s been in there since Christmas; tearing open the pack I smear it generously over my face, it’s not an attractive look for me, but today is all about DIY pampering and this is the best I’ve got.

Stepping out onto the balcony, a towel covering my nudity, I slip down into the hot, soothing water, settling into the seat that provides maximum massage potential. Chucking my towel over the side, within close distance for easy retrieval later, I close my eyes and let the jets do their thing.

It’s not long before my mind wanders straight back to the bank of images I’ve stored of last night; I still can’t believe my own confidence, I know I could have done more, but never in a million years did I think I would, I could even, have any other man that intimate with me. It’s true he didn’t exactly see me naked, all at once, but with that foreplay, he’s essentially seen the worst possible part of me, as close as it gets!

I can’t help replaying every second of it, over and over, his hands desperately probing at my body, his tongue insatiably exploring inside me; just the thought of it brings my libido springing into action. Opening my eyes I survey my surroundings, the Jacuzzi sides are high blocking all but my head from view and if I sit in the opposite corner all I can see is the gap between the roofs of two buildings; happy that I’m out of view I relax into my new position, noting the powerful upward water jet, placed just right for what I have in mind.

Closing my eyes again I instantly conjure up our sex scene, leaning my head back, I spread my fingers across my neck and slowly run them down, pausing above the water line for a fraction of a second, before plunging in. I’m seeing in my minds eye, Carlos’s hands tracing my body, doing what I’m doing to myself; as I pinch my nipple it swells up beneath my fingers, pushing my backside against the wall of the Jacuzzi and arching my back, sends the jets shooting into me, gasping at the force I start to rotate my hips, spreading the concentration. It feels amazing, how have I never done this in a Jacuzzi before?

Thoughts of Carlos’s expert touch flood my head, spurring me on, moving away from my erect nipple, my hand travels down and I slip it inside my bikini bottoms, my fingers frantically finding my clitoris; rubbing across from left to right and back again, picking up speed as I picture Carlos bearing down on me, his hips thrusting his hard cock inside of me.

It’s too much to bare “Oh Carlos” I exclaim as my body is consumed by another glorious orgasm.

The afternoon drags by after that, I went out for a walk to try and get my thoughts straight, I tell myself logically I cannot be falling for him so soon. It’s just his looks and the orgasms clouding my judgment. As I walk past ‘our spot’ on the beach I make a firm decision, I will see him tonight, but then I will act aloof for a few days; depending on how I feel after that I may go on one more date, but then I have to break it off.

I was told, by a promiscuous girl I roomed with in college, about the Three Time Rule “you may sleep with a guy casually on three separate occasions, but after that, one or the other of the involved part
y
alway
s
develops feelings” she had explained assuredly “but the number of times sex occurs per session, is optional and limitless” she had added with a wink.

So to ensure I do not return home in a worse state than I left I will endeavour to stick to that premise.

Mind made up I meandered back to my room, stopping for and ice cream on route, all in all, it has been an average day.

I’ve spent around three hours getting ready tonight; I am buffed, bronzed, moisturised, brushed and styled, my nails are perfectly manicured and polished. I have handpicked a statement, chunky, gold and red necklace and a delicate anklet with tiny rubies hanging from it, to add some glam to my otherwise demure outfit.

Fastening the buckle of my wedge heels around each ankle, carefully so not to chip the nail varnish; a final squirt of perfume and I am ready, with time to spare!

I don’t want to sit because it will crease my perfectly ironed skirt, but I don’t want to stand and use up what little stamina I have for surviving in heels. I compromise by perching on the edge of a chair in front of the vanity mirror and start to preen further at my already styled hair. I have scraped it over to one side, painstakingly smoothing out the kinks and making every hair lie in its rightful place across my head. I have then secured it firmly just below my right ear, bunching the ends in to a large bun shape and securing all the escaping bits under with hair grips. It took an hour to complete and was then masterfully drowned in hair spray, in a vain hope that that will keep it contained, who am I kidding?

Clipping in my trusty fabric flower clip just above the knot of hair I survey the addition. It looks good, very Spanishy and the white flower ties in with the skirt and pulls the whole ensemble together, lovely.

I’m just sizing up a pair of gold hoop earrings, holding them up next to my face to establish whether they are too much, when the knock comes.

Sod it, I’ll have to leave the earrings, I think they were over the top anyway. Skipping to the door I open it up, smiling broadly, I feel ready tonight, composed and relaxed; my decision earlier has made everything clearer, simpler, I no longer feel swept away and out of control. I am in control, I choose how this goes, I have the power, the power over this beautiful, hot stud stood before me, ‘Oh Yes!’ I say to myself.

He is leaning carelessly against the door frame, in his custom open collar shirt, black trousers and light jacket, his full, soft lips puckering as he leans his face into mine. I happily oblige him, draping my arms around his neck and deepening his casual offering. 

When I pull back he’s licking his lips, “I’m early, so we have some time, if…” he trails off jerking his head towards the bed behind me. I’m filled with a confidence I’ve never experienced before, it must be my sultry senorita look influencing me. Grabbing his hand I practically drag him into the room, spinning him around and pushing him onto the bed…

It’s not long before we are re-dressing, he did warn me briefly, between the throws of my attack on him, that it would only be a quick one as we had a place to be shortly. He was true to his word, but it was satisfying all the same, turns out I thrive from being the boss in the bedroom, who’d have known?

Just as I am bent down fastening my shoe buckle back up, Carlos rains down a smarting smack on my backside. Shrieking I jump up turning to glower at him, “sorry I couldn’t help it” he shrugs, “if you’re going to wave that peachy derriere around in front of my face, you’ve got to expect a cheeky spanking!?” he says as though it’s common knowledge.

“Well I’ll have to remember that” I say back smiling at this revelation. Jake had occasionally given me a soft pat in passing, but never in the way Carlos just did and it certainly never inspired me to rip off his clothes and ravish him like I’m contemplating doing right now.

“I know that look Kate, don’t even think about it, I want to show you what I’ve got planned tonight, not get distracted by you like last time” he stands wrapping his arms around me and kissing me longingly, “you’re insatiable” he finishes. Taking my hand in his he leads me to the door, I never knew I had ‘a look’ but he was spot on, so I guess I must do.

Walking along the weaving paths towards the main square of the resort which houses all of the restaurants, I realise I don’t know how old Carlos is. I had just assumed he was my age, but looking up at his profile now I’m not so convinced, there is not a wrinkle in sight, his skin is still tight and his complexion impeccable. Plus his vigour in the bedroom speaks volumes, from the age of thirty Jakes sex drive took a nose dive, of course that could just be down to our problems at home, but from speaking to Caz there does seem to be a pattern; Her sex life is still quite active, but nothing compared to what it was in their twenties.

“Carlos?” I start, his eyes instantly locking on to mine, “how old are you?” I ask already concerned about his answer.

“Twenty seven, why how old are you?” damn it, he is young, I should have known it, there is no way he could be my age, but five years younger! The thought makes me feel a bit dirty, almost as if I’m taking advantage

Nudging me with his shoulder he looks at me expectantly, “well?” he reiterates. How do I answer this without letting on that I’ve suddenly become a ‘cougar’, Yuk, I hate that word. “I’m…….not twenty seven” I answer coyly.

“Oh come on” he complains, “I told you mine” he says giving me a pout with puppy dog eyes.

“Yours was nothing to worry about!” I defend, but his hurt face remains until I crack, “I’m 32” I mumble under my breath.

“I didn’t hear that” he says grinning at me squirming.

“I’m 32” I say loud and clear this time, glancing down embarrassed.

“Oh well that changes everything” he says flatly, letting go of my hand and taking a step back; instantly my world crumbles, I didn’t think it would be this much of a problem, I’m instantly back to feeling old and repulsive.

In one step he has me in his arms laughing “don’t be stupid!” he admonishes me, “that’s nothing, from your reaction I thought you were going to say fifty or something” he says still laughing. I’m rushed with relief, catching his infectious smile and giving him a playful punch in the arm.

“Oh thanks very much” I laugh back at him.

“Come on you” he says pulling me back into step beside him, “if we don’t hurry up I’ll end up having to fetch you a walking stick before we finish our date!” scoffing my reply I give him another punch, to which he fakes injury before putting his arm round my shoulders and pulling me close as we continue on.

We are approaching a large hall, with high windows running the length of the walls, I can just make out the tops of peoples heads bobbing around within. I can hear muffled music coming from inside, mainly a frenzied beat marking out the foundations of the tune, but as we approach I start to pick out tones from a piano and possibly a trumpet alongside the rhythmic clapping of hands. Reaching the white double doors there is a poster with red letters depicting
‘
Salsa Class
’
. My face lights up, “Salsa!” I exclaim, overjoyed.