by Shaw, Vicki
“Yeah sounds good to me. I’ll have to fly past home and get the stuff I’ll need.” I haven’t been to the beach in years.
“That’s fine. I was just thinking the real beach is a bit of a drive so how about we go to South Bank? We can swing past your house grab your stuff and have a bite to eat on the way. They will have the Sunday markets on as well if you want to have a look around. We can have a swim and sunbake at the man-made beach and then have a late lunch at the pub there.”
“Sounds like a good plan to me,” I say as I walk up to him and plant a quick kiss on his lips.
I have a quick shower while Martin is making the coffee. After I’m finished I put his shirt back on to go in search of my clothes from last night. I don’t want to put them back on but what choice do I have? Martin sees me as I walk into the lounge room.
“Looking for something?” he asks with a smirk.
“Well you see last night someone took all my clothes off and I have no idea where they put them,” I reply with just a big a smirk.
“HHHmmm I might be able to help you with that, but I’ll have to think about it because now I don’t just think you would look sexy in my shirt. I know so it might take some convincing for me to tell you where they are” he chortled with a wicked grin.
“That’s ok I can just go home in this then,” I say with a shrug of my shoulders while walking into the kitchen in the hopes of finding a cup of the delicious smelling coffee. As I round, the corner of the breakfast bar Martin hands me a steaming cup.
“If you want milk or sugar just help yourself. I’m going grab a quick shower before I drag you back to bed.” Martin said as he started to walk out the room.
“Aw, by the way, your clothes are folded up on the chair over there.”
Martin went and had a shower and by the time he was finished I had gotten dressed and finished my cup of coffee. We quickly stopped at my house so I could get changed and grab the stuff I would need for the day. I grabbed my camera because you never know when a photo opportunity will arise. We had been only at my house for about 20 minutes before we started out for breakfast. We decided that we would wait and eat at one of the many restaurants and cafes South Bank has to offer.
As it is Sunday, and the weather was warm, it was hard to find parking.
“Next time we come here maybe we should take the train. I forgot how busy this place got.” Martin said as we drove around the car park.
“There’s one,” I shout and point over to the right. Martin parks and we make our way to one of the cafes.
We walk down Little Standley Street and find a little place called Next Door Kitchen and Bar. As it’s such a lovely day, we decide to sit outside so we can watch all the people coming and going. We both ordered bacon, eggs, grilled tomato and toast. As we wait for our breakfast to come, I look around and take in all the different people around me. As it’s only early, I wonder what they are doing out so early on a Sunday morning. Martin catches my attention when he starts talking.
“Have you ever been here before?”
I turn so I can look back at him to answer.
“No, I have always wanted to. I have seen that big wheel thing on TV and have always wanted to go on it and get some photos of the view.”
“Ok well, after we finish our breakfast we will head on over if you like.”
“Yeah, that would be great. I brought my camera so I can see if I can get any good shots.”
We eat breakfast and head over to what I now know is called The Wheel of Brisbane. The Wheel has 42 individual Cabins and goes 60 meters above the ground. The view is amazing, and I’m able to get some great photos.
The rest of day passes in a blur with swimming, laying around sunbaking and wandering around the markets. Before we know it, the sun starts to set.
“Do you want to stay here and have dinner at the pub or grab something on the way to my place?” Martin asked as we are packing up our towels and other bits and pieces we have.
“I like the sounds of take away and if you throw in a movie so we can just veg out on the lounge, I’m there.”
We stop and get pizza on the way back to Martins place. Walking through the front door feels like heaven. After being out in the humid heat all day, the air conditioning is a welcome relief. Martin puts the pizza on the dining room table and walks to the kitchen to get plates and napkins.
“Beer, Wine, Water or something else?” he calls over his shoulder while opening the fridge.
“Beer, please. This smells amazing.” I open the box, and the aroma fills the room. Martin hands me my open beer and sits at the table across from me.
“So what brought you to Brisbane?” Martin asked while picking up his pizza.
“Well you know my Dad died. There wasn’t anything left there for me so I thought I would come and see Carly for a while so I can work out where I’m going after here. I left my job and Dad’s house back home, so I could travel around Australia and take photos, work in outback pubs and just get away. I couldn’t bring myself to sell our house, so I always have somewhere as my base. I have always loved photography but felt that I needed a real job, so I went to Uni and got a degree and a good paying job. After Dad got sick and died, it was too hard to go into the office every day. I didn’t enjoy what I was doing, so I made the choice to pack up and do this for a while. I got a little bit of money after everything was settled with Dad’s estate so I packed up, and here I am. I was only planning to stay around a mouth, but I guess now I’ll have to stay until all this other stuff is settled.” I didn’t mean for it to sound the way it did, but I had a plan and was feeling good about it. I was looking forward to hitting the open road and just going where ever it took me. I wanted to feel free. He needs to understand that no matter what we do while I’m here, I’m still going once things are settled. I know we have this energy between us but surely it is just lust and by the time I’m ready to leave it will all be burnt out.
We finish our meal and clean up so we can relax and watch the DVD we picked up. Martin sits on the lounge with his legs out in front of him. I sit at the end of the lounge by his feet. He opens his legs and motions for me to lie between them so I can rest my head on his stomach. He reaches down and is stroking my hair, and I relax into him. I’m not watching the movie because my mind is working overtime, and I just can’t shut it down. Tonight feels like we have known each other for years.
Martin's hands start to move over my shoulder and every now and again his fingers brush my breast and nipple. I can feel the heat starting to build between my legs with every pass of his fingers, my nipples start to bud, and my breathing starts to quicken. I steal a glance at Martin’s face through my eyelashes and I see the smirk on his face. He knows what he is doing to me, but I can also feel what he is doing to himself as well. His erection is starting to stir against my ribs. I turn around and climb him, so we are chest to chest. I start nibbling up his neck to his ear. I lightly bite and suck on his earlobe and hear him suck in a breath. Pulling back, I straddle his hips and rotate my hips, so my groin is rubbing on his growing erection. In a blink of an eye, he has swung his legs around so his feet are now on the floor, and he is sitting up. My legs automatically wrap around his waist. As soon as my ankles are locked together he stands up, walking us to his bedroom. The whole time our tongues dance together in a passionate kiss. Once we are in the bedroom, he turns to walk us to his bathroom. He places me back on my feet and reaches around me to turn the water on it the shower. Once the water is at the right temperature, his attention is back on me. He starts to lift my sundress over my head and chucks it towards the door leaving me standing in just my bikini. Martin unties the straps behind my neck and slowly lowers the top to expose my breasts. His eyes rake over them, and he lowers his head, so his lips are slowly grazing over my tightly budded nipples sending shivers down my spine.
“If you don't stop that we will not make it into the shower,” I mumble with a breathy voice.
“This is just the start,” Ma
rtin replies as he unties the straps behind my back. My top falls to the floor. It no sooner hits the floor, and my bottoms join it after Martin pulls the strings at my hips.
As I stand there, Martin rakes his eyes down my body taking it all in. I feel exposed and uncomfortable as no one has ever looked at me in the way he is. I feel like he wants to eat me, ravish me and possess every part of me all with the look in his eyes. My skin begins to prickle and heat. My heart starts to beat faster with every second that ticks by. I can't stand it anymore. I need to see his body; I need to touch him. With shaking hands, I reach out and run my hands down his chest until I get to the hem of his shirt. I grab hold, and as I pull it up his body, I run my hand up his sides. He shivers from my touch on his bare skin and lifts his arms. I only get it halfway up his arms, and he takes over because my arms aren't long enough to pull it all the way up. He takes over getting rid of his shirt, I trail my hands back down his bare toned chest, over his six pack stomach and to his shorts. I run my hand down over his shorts, and I can feel his already rock hard erection. He sucks in a breath as I slowly run my hand up and down.
“If you don't want me to cum right now it might be a good idea to finish taking my shorts off and get in the shower.” He releases my hands, and I slowly push his shorts down his hips being careful that I don't catch his ever growing erection on the way down. When they pool at Martin's ankles, he steps out of them. He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me up. I instinctively wrap my legs around him and lock my ankles. My arms link behind his neck. His lips are suddenly on mine as we enter the shower. He turns me, so the water spray is running down my back. His lips start to trail down my neck, so I let my head fall back and into the warm water stream.
“I'm going to wash and caress every inch of your spectacular body. Then when I know you are clean, I'm going to dry you off, carry you to my bed and kiss every inch of it.” Martin said as he nips at my ear.
He places me on my feet, turns me around and reaches to grab the body wash. He squeezes some onto his hand rubs them together and slowly starts washing my shoulders. His hands feel like magic. Gentle but with the power to slowly ease all the built up tension that I didn't know was there. After what only feels like a few minutes he starts to run his soapy hands up and down my arms. Even my hands get the same treatment. Martin drops my arms back to my side and starts to run his fingers up and down my body. He takes a step, and I am up against the cool tiled walk. He lifts my arms above my head and runs his hands up and down from my wrists to my hips. He takes another small step, and I can feel his rock hard cock rub against my lower back and ass. I turn my head to try and look at him when he slams his lips to mine. The kiss is hard, full of passion and lust. I let out a moan and push my ass out to rub his cock. He takes hold of both my wrists in one of his powerful hands and trails the other down my arm to my breast.
“You have the most perfect tits I have ever seen,” He whispers in my ear as he is pinching my nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. That one move sent a spark of electricity down my spine and straight to my already pulsating clit.
He turns me around and grinds his rock hard cock against my folds. I lift one leg and hook it over his hip so I can get the friction where I need it. Before I know what is happening, he has lifted me up and drives into me hitting the right spot deep inside. I wrap my other leg around his waist. I have always wanted hot shower sex, but Steve was more the vanilla type. It wasn’t bad sex with him, but then it wasn’t “wow” either. With Martin, every time has been mind-blowing, and hot shower sex with him is proving to be just as good as all the rest.
“Oh my god, Martin” I moan. “I know baby it feels so good. I don’t think I will ever get enough of you.”
It takes about 5 seconds for my brain to register what he said. I have told him “this”, whatever “this” is, is only a bit of fun and is not going anywhere.
“Martin stop.”
I unwrap my legs from his waist and step out of the shower grabbing a towel and wrapping it around myself. Martin grabs my upper arm stopping me from leaving the bathroom.
“Please let me go, Martin. I have to go.” He lets go of my arm, and I start to find all my stuff so I can get dressed and leave. Martin walks into the room in only a towel hanging low on his hips, water droplets running down his chest and abs just as I'm finished with my clothes. I take a deep breath and shake my head to get the urge to wrap my legs around his hips and finish what we started in the shower.
“What the hell is wrong? Did I hurt you?” he really doesn’t know what my problem is. I stop packing my stuff and look at him. “I told you that “this” whatever it is, is only a bit of fun, that as soon as all the other stuff is settled I will be leaving. Don’t get attached to me.” Martin just stands there looking at me like I have grown another head. I grab my phone off the bedside table and make my way down the stairs to the front door while ringing a taxi. I’m expecting Martin to stop me but when the taxi pulls up he is nowhere in sight.
FIVE
Roxie
It has been two weeks since I ran out of Martins place, and I haven’t had one message or phone call. I had to go into his office a few times to sign paperwork. I was hoping he would be there so I could see him but every time I was told he was out of the office. I got the feeling he was avoiding me. I know I told him I didn’t want anything but a bit of fun, but it hurt that he hadn’t contacted me. It makes me feel like I was just being used. It was at this point that I decided to send him a text. Maybe he thought I didn’t want to see him again after leaving the way I did.
Hi, it’s me. Just making sure you haven’t fallen off the face of the earth and to say sorry for running out on you like that.
Roxie
Another week went past, and it was obvious that he wasn’t going to return my message. I checked my phone for the fiftieth time, placed my phone back on my bedside table and headed downstairs to see what Carly was up to tonight. I haven’t been out since my date with Martin, so I think it’s time to go and have some fun.
Ever since I came home from Martins, Carly kept asking what had happened between us but I didn’t tell her much. What was I meant to tell her when I didn’t even know myself?
I walk into the dining room where Carly has her laptop out and doing what looks like work.
“It’s Saturday night and I need some fun, so I’m calling girls night,” I said as I walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of water out of the fridge. Carly’s still tapping away on her laptop, and I think she hasn’t heard me. I’m about to say it again when she scares the crap out of me. “Finished,” She yelled then in a much quieter voice said .“Yes, I think it’s time for a girls night we haven’t had one since you’ve been here, just let me give the girls a call.” Carly has organised for two of her friends to meet us at the club.
We get to the club, as soon as we walk in the door there is a loud shout and two girls running towards Carly. I stand back as the three of them hug and talk, well yell over the music at a hundred miles a minute. It took a full two minutes for Carly to remember that I was standing behind her.
“Crap, sorry Roxie. Nikki, Sarah this is my best friend, Roxie.”
“Hi,” I say trying to find something else to say. I’ve never been very good around other females. Carly has been the only real female friend I have had. Don’t get me wrong I did have other friends but none that I was very close to. I’m not one to get involved in or care about the normal bitchiness and drama of females. At school and in the office that is all there seemed to be so it was better just to have Carly as a friend and stay away from the others.
“Ok,” Carly pipes up. “You three go and get that table over there and I’ll go and get our drinks.” Carly heads to the bar while we make our way over to a table. I’m feeling a little uncomfortable but Nikki and Sarah include me in their conversation asking me questions. I start to relax a little and after Carly comes back with 3 shots each, it didn’t take me long to be joking and laughing along with th
em like I have known them for years.
We are all giggling like teenagers when there is a tap on my shoulder. I spin around to see a hot guy standing behind me. When I say hot, I meant smoking hot, chocolate brown hair and brown eyes to match. He leans in and is only millimetres away from my ear. A shiver runs down my back when he speaks. “Hi, I’m Matt. You’re hot, and I think we should burn up the dance floor.” I lean back so I can look at his face. He has the cockiest grin on his face. I burst out laughing at him. He can’t be serious and think that that line is going to work. I finally pull myself back together and stop laughing. The grin is gone from his face, and he looks a little hurt. Man, now I feel bad. I guess one dance won’t hurt. I extend my hand. “Hi. I’m Roxie; this is Carly, Nikki and Sarah.” The girls all give him a little wave hello. I look at Carly trying to ask her what to do with my eyes. The next thing I know Carly is pushing me off my chair. “She would love to dance.” I stumble a little as my feet hit the ground. I fall right into Matt’s chest, my hands landing on his pecs. I knew he was built because I could see the way his t-shirt was stretched over his arms and chest. He feels so much bigger and better than he looks. He feels like warm, smooth steel and don’t get me started on the way he smells. I get my balance, push away and whip my head around to give Carly the evil eye, so she knows I’m pissed at her. The bitch just shrugs her shoulder while taking a sip of her drink through a straw with a sweet butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth look. Matt takes my hand and leads me out to the dance floor. Thank goodness an upbeat song is playing.
We dance for a couple of songs and just as the third one is finishing I stand on my tippy toes and lean into Matt so I can yell into his ear. “I need a drink and some fresh air.” Matt just nods his head takes my hand and leads me over to the bar. At least it’s not as loud over here as it is on the dance floor.
“What do you want to drink?” again his lips are only millimetres away from my ear. Another shiver runs down my spine. “I’ll have a shot of JD and beer please,” Matt orders our drinks and when the shots arrive we both down them at the bar. Matt grabs both the beers and leads me over to a door that looks like it leads outside. I grab Matts forearm to stop him.” I’m not leaving with you.” I yell over the music. He gives me a puzzled look. “We aren’t leaving there is a sitting area out there.” Wow, I’ve just made a dick of myself again in front of him. “Oh ok.” That’s all I can manage to say with the embarrassment I’m feeling.
