“Oh, no, it was a really good memory, that’s all,” replies Brad.
“Aww… that’s so sweet. Not many guys I’ve met describe it that way.”
“Well, honestly, it was a special woman named Kelly. She was my first and only love. We were having ice cream together and she dribbled some on her chin.”
“And let me guess, you moved over and licked her chin and then kissed her,” anticipates Jane.
“Well yes, that’s exactly what happened,” Brad says with a glint in his eye, feeling like someone finally understands what’s in his heart.
“Wow Brad, you’ve never been in love since then?” Jane says, surprised. “I would have thought you’d have had the chance to meet any woman in the world.
Brad doesn’t say anything and Jane realizes how lonely he has been.
“Well, you know, I’ve never been in love before. You know what they say, it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all,” Jane says, trying to lighten up the conversation. “I can’t imagine how wonderful that must have been for you.”
Brad isn’t sure how to respond. He doesn’t want Jane to think he is still obsessed with Kelly, and wants to make sure she feels special in her own right, and not like a replacement. This had happened with a few of his dates in the past and had turned into a nightmare.
“It’s true, I did love her, and I am lucky I had a chance to love. Nothing else seems to satisfy me, so I know what I’m looking for now. True love,” Brad shares with sincerity.
“Wow, that’s amazing.” Jane is impressed, but doesn’t put the pieces together that this is what he’s hoping to have with her. She doesn’t want to pry any further.
“Hey, do you want go for a late-night swim?” Brad asks playfully, reaching out his hand to take hers. “We don’t want to waste that bikini.”
Jane reaches back and they head down to the beach, Brad holding Jane’s sandals as they walk barefoot together, hand-in-hand.
“Tag, you’re it,” Brad says, touching her on the back and running toward the sea. Jane chases after him, stripping off her dress, her white bikini shining in the middle of the night.
Brad splashes into the water first, then dunks his head under before coming back up. He sees Jane running toward him, kind of awkwardly with her spindly legs and straight waistline. She looks so innocent and beautiful. He could play with her body forever. How he’d love to go up to her and kiss that belly button, grab her by the hips, and lick her all over.
“Betcha can’t catch me,” Brad screams out. Jane runs toward him and falls right into the water. He swims over before she can catch a breath and lifts her up into his arms, then spins her around.
Jane waves her arms and legs, laughing, “Let me go! Let me go!”
“Not until you say the magic word,” says Brad.
“Please! Pretty please with a cherry on top!” screams Jane.
“Nope, that’s not the magic word!”
“Magic?”
“Nope.”
“Lobster?”
“Nope, that’s silly.”
“Ugh, I give up,” Jane resigns.
“Well then, I’ll have to hold you forever,” Brad replies.
“Well, that wouldn’t be so bad,” Jane says smiling. “But eventually you’ll get tired.”
“The word is kiss,” Brad says, holding her tighter to him.
“Ah… kiss is it?” she says, smiling.
“Can I?” Brad asks, taking his chance.
“Please,” Jane says, happy he finally asked.
Brad lets her down and pulls Jane toward him, holding her head in his hands and leaning in to kiss her. Jane stands on her tippy toes and melts into him, feeling his warm lips and his tongue playing with hers.
His strong arms make her feel the safest she has ever felt, knowing he won’t let her go. He lifts her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, holding her up while he kisses her more—on her cheeks, her neck, and back to her mouth, deeply thrusting his tongue into her, wanting more and more.
Jane holds on tight around his neck and waist. She loves his smell, the taste of his body and his breath. Brad lowers them down into the water, their legs crisscrossing on the sand, the water lapping over them.
“Wow, you are a great kisser,” says Brad, touching her lightly on the nose.
“Really?” asks Jane, surprised he would think so.
“Oh, yes, can’t you tell?” Brad says, pressing her against his hard cock.
Jane blushes, not sure how to respond but feeling excited herself. She feels his cock pulsing against her. He kisses her neck, getting her more aroused.
“Let’s stop there,” says Jane, nervous about taking it any further.
“You sure?” Brad asks, kissing her once more.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Jane replies, afraid he’s going to think she’s not interested. “I love how you make me feel, perhaps a little too much.”
“Of course,” Brad says, withdrawing and grabbing her hand to bring her onto the sand. They lay on the beach with the waves lapping against their toes, while Brad holds Jane in his arms. She rests on his chest and looks up at the stars, feeling the vastness of the sky all around them.
Chapter 22
They stroll back to the hotel, Brad grabbing her hand to hold it gently.
“Is that okay?” he asks, not sure if she’s feeling obligated to do so.
“Yes, of course. It’s nice,” she replies.
He wraps her up with his jacket so she’s not bare and cold in the hotel lobby. He is taking such good care of her, and Jane is nervous he is going to ask her to have sex and expect her to be with him.
“I’m going to walk you to your room, okay? Then I’ll come back down to the lobby. I have some work to do,” Brad assures her.
Jane nods, feeling somewhat relieved, but then confused, wondering if that moment on the beach didn’t matter as much to him as it did to her.
They are in front of her room, and no one is around but the two of them. Brad reaches his arm above Jane and leans against the wall.
“I had a really wonderful night tonight. Thanks for taking a dip with me. It’s been a long time since I’ve had that much fun,” Brad says.
Jane can feel the warmth of his breath against her cool body. The cologne from his jacket wafts around her.
“The same for me,” Jane responds truthfully. “I don’t think I’ve ever played with anyone like that before.”
She smiles.
He lifts up her chin and kisses her lightly on the lips.
“If you need anything, I’ll be in the lobby, okay? Sweet dreams, Jane Bryden,” whispers Brad in her ear.
“Sweet dreams to you, Mr. Brad Halliwell.”
She turns to face her door and puts the card key in the lock while he walks away. She is shaking slightly, and wants to call out his name and pull him into her room, take off all his clothes, and push him down on the soft down bed.
She knows she can’t and she shouldn’t, but God, she wants to feel that hard cock against her one more time.
She goes into her room and on the bed there is a small box wrapped in a bow.
I wonder who puts these things here when I’m out, she wonders.
She opens the box and inside is a purple, sparkly vibrator. The kind that has a bend on the end, and a note that says ‘I want you to use this and orgasm five times before you come to breakfast tomorrow morning.’
Cheeky devil, thinks Jane. This guy is slick.
Jane opens the package and goes to the bathroom to wash up.
She looks at herself in the mirror. Her hair is wet and pulled down. Her bikini is damp, and she has sand all over her belly, thighs, and on her face. She sees a wild woman, someone she does not recognize at all.
“Who are you, Jane Bryden? Who have you become?”
She stares into her eyes and she no longer sees the naive, wispy, insecure girl in the scary big world. She’s attractive, bold, desired, sexy, and doing something totally and u
tterly crazy for the first time in her life.
She leans forward, looks at her cleavage in the mirror with the white bikini top tight against her boobs, her nipples peeking through. She rubs one tit, getting herself excited. She reaches down into her bikini bottom and starts circling her fingers around her clit, stroking her fingers in and out with her hips rotating, getting horny.
She imagines Brad walking in, saying nothing, and coming up behind her, ripping those bottoms off and sticking his cock into her pussy from behind while looking at her in the mirror. She would catch eyes with him as if to say, ‘give me more and more and more. Don’t stop fucking me, I want you to fuck my heart out until it hurts so badly. I want you to make me moan and scream and lose total control. I want you to throw me up against the wall and pound me so hard, I can’t take it anymore.’
Jane pulls out the vibrator and turns it on high. She pulls her bottoms down and massages herself all around, pushing it in and out of her pussy while playing with her clit with the other hand.
She knows Brad’s cock would be bigger and harder than this, but she loves fantasizing that it is him penetrating her now.
She stands with her legs wide open, leaning over the counter, watching herself in the mirror as she pushes her hands back and forth. She breathes heavier and deeper, faster now.
“Uggghhhhhh… aaahhhhhh… mmmmmm…”
She gushes with juiciness.
“Brad Halliwell, get over here and fuck me hard,” she says into the mirror, wishing he were on the other side of the door, listening in and stroking his cock. She wishes he would just get to it and give it to her.
The vibrator goes deeper, and Jane leans her head back and moans hard as she comes, dripping down her thighs. She goes over to the bed and flops on it.
“One down, four to go,” she says aloud. “Wow, Brad, I can barely keep up with you.”
Jane takes off her bikini, grabs a glass of cold water and lays on the bed, stark naked. She looks at her body in the mirror and actually likes it. Her nipples are a nice pink. Her small breasts have a sweet, round shape to them. She likes the thinness of her legs and the smoothness of her skin.
She tenderly rubs her body, her neck, and her hair. She caresses her bum. She reaches down and lightly touches the lips of her pussy, as if feeling it for the first time.
She rubs her palms on her pubic bones, giving herself a light massage. Breathing lightly, she sighs as she is getting all tingly while the sea breeze is blowing in through the windows.
She slowly gets herself to orgasm with the vibrator by rubbing it all over her body. She feels a wash of peace and love take over her. She falls asleep, knowing she has to make time for three more orgasms in the morning before she meets Brad for breakfast.
Chapter 23
Brad goes back down to the restaurant and can’t stop thinking about Jane. He can still taste her kiss and feel her pressing against him.
He knows he has to get back to work and focus on what’s important, yet he still feels turned on by what could have been possible with her on the beach.
What would it have been like if he could have taken off those cute bikini bottoms while they were on the shallow end of the beach, both of them sitting upright, his legs straight while she straddled him, her tits pressed against his chest, the water lapping against her pussy.
“Sir, would you like me to set up the dining room area for you to work?”
“Ah, yes, thank you. That would be greatly appreciated.”
Brad wants to race back to her room, open the door, and kiss her all over. He wants to untie her bikini, lift her to the bed, and make love to her right there. He wants to make her feel so safe, special, and loved. He never wants to let her go.
Brad snaps himself out of it.
My God, man, get yourself together. You’ve only known her for a couple of days. She’s not Kelly.
Brad worries he’s getting Jane and Kelly confused. This has caused him a whole lot of trouble in past relationships, where he’s actually called women Kelly in the middle of sex. He’s been slapped, ditched, and yelled at because of it.
He doesn’t want to do that with Jane, and it’s so hard to know if he is falling in love with her or with the idea of her.
The waiter sets him up at the table to do his work—a cup of coffee and a chocolate chip muffin on one side, and the plug and charger for his computer on the left side, as usual.
“Would you like the lights turned up a bit, sir?” asks the waiter.
“No thanks, I like seeing the stars outside,” Brad says, staring into the sky.
“Yes, sir. Will there be anything else?”
“No, that will be fine. Have a good evening.”
“The same to you, sir,” replies the waiter, as he leaves.
Brad can’t seem to get any work done. He looks out onto the beach and can’t remember the last time he played so easily and freely like that with anyone. All the other women he’d dated had been stuffy or just wanting sex or money.
Jane is so different. She brings out the butterflies inside of him and a sexy beast at the same time. He loves how she’s not afraid to speak up, and she also knows how to respect herself, not falling into his arms too fast.
He knows she could easily try to please him because he can see she is desperate for money. It shows she has some inner strength and convictions, and he likes that.
Even with Kelly, he thought she was always letting him take the lead. She was still young and didn’t know herself really well, so when she went away to school, he didn’t think she could take care of herself. It was hard for both of them, and he was worried she would fall prey to some guy’s lame tactics to get her into bed, and he would lose her.
Unfortunately, though, it was an illness that took her away from him, not some guy.
But Jane seems different—more assertive, more engaged, more interested. Yet she is still so innocent and sweet. He can tell she has a feisty side to her, too, and hopes he can unleash that in her.
He smiles, wondering if she is using the vibrator right now. She seems to be able to follow instructions, another trait he likes about her.
Brad works on his computer for about 20 minutes, and he feels pulled to get up and go see Jane. He doesn’t know what to say or do, or if it would be creepy, but he has a compulsion.
He reaches her hotel room door and he hears her inside. He puts his ear closer to the door and can hear the mild hum of the vibrator. Then he hears her moaning and breathing and screaming, “Ughhhhh… Brad Halliwell, get over here and fuck me hard!”
Oh my God, thinks Brad. I so badly want to, Jane, I really do.
No one else has booked rooms on that floor except for him, so he knows he can pull his cock out and get worked up without anyone catching him. Besides, the staff knows that Brad gets whatever he wants, and they know well enough to leave him alone at night when he brings a pretty woman.
He wants so badly to open the door and give her what she wants—taking her from behind and watching those sweet tits shaking while he’s fucking her pussy, holding up her hips to his and pushing into her so hard she doesn’t even know what hit her. He wants to make her come all over him.
Brad is stroking and pulling himself harder and harder until he spews all over himself and the floor, his hands dripping with gooey, white, sticky come. He presses his body against the door.
My God, Jane, I want you so bad. I can’t wait to taste you inside and out and give you what you want. Good night sweet Jane… good night.
Brad goes to wash up then heads back to the restaurant to finish up his work. He’s so glad she’s fantasizing about him as much as he is about her. This week could turn out really well for them.
Chapter 24
After Brad finishes his work around 11 p.m., he typically goes back up to his room, turns everything off, goes to the bar for a drink of fine scotch, then goes back to his room, sometimes with, and sometimes without, a woman. This is his usual routine whenever he stays at this hotel, and
the staff is accustomed to it.
Now, as he drinks his scotch, he reflects on how lonely he’s been for most of his life, but especially since Kelly died. Life has felt bland, boring, uneventful, and all about work, partying and maintaining his status.
As far as women go, he’s spent most of his life either calling high-class escorts to suck him off or do kinky things with him. Or he has gone to ballets and looked for some young thing who reminded him of Kelly.
He’d take them home, make them feel special, and relive those memories of times long gone.
Anyone who he thought might be an option turned out to just be using him for his money. He’s lost all trust in women these days, and really doesn’t want much to do with pretending.
Normally, if Jane weren’t here, he’d call a woman up to come down to the restaurant. He would have the staff go home so he could have the place to himself so he could ask her to wear a black garter belt, thin, black stockings, and no panties so he could lift her skirt up and fuck her quickly and easily.
He would drip expensive champagne all over her tits and lick it off of her body. He would then jerk off all over her and have her drink his come as it’s spewing out of him.
He’s not sure why he’s investing so much in Jane. He knows he could probably find a way to woo her or anyone else into bed quicker than this, and less expensively. He feels so turned on since they were down at the beach. He’s used to getting what he wants, and he wants Jane badly, but right now, he just wants someone to fuck hard and fast.
It’s uncanny how much Jane looks like Kelly. Brad seriously wonders if he’s getting all confused and having these deeper feelings for Jane for all the wrong reasons. Maybe she’ll just be another disappointment, and will turn into another greedy young woman only looking out for her career.
Brad throws back two scotches and pours another. There is a tall, slender woman in the corner of the restaurant sipping on a vodka martini. Her legs are crossed, she’s wearing a short, tight fitting, black skirt, no stockings, and a tight fitting tank top. She has dark-brown hair and beautiful, bright-red lipstick.
She looks up at Brad and back down to her napkin, twiddling it in her fingers. Her nails are long and painted red. Brad looks at her intently, the scotch getting to his head. She sees him and smiles, then nods slightly as if to say she is interested in him.
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