and then one for himself. Kristen enjoyed his attention. He handed her the glass and then raised his, saying “Here’s to meeting my dream girl.” Kristen was surprised that he was talking like this. She looked him over. He was wearing a light summer suit and had a strong build, structured limb by limb and coated with a great natural tan. His hair was dark brown, designer-cut, with a kind face and dark green eyes that were inviting. He had that handsome Palm Beach look, like he had just come off the golf course or his yacht.
Kristen felt a bit out of her league and didn’t know what to say. She just coyly smiled at him as she took large sips of her wine for courage. He tried to read her moves. “So, does the dream girl have a name?” “Kristen” she mumbled into her glass. She never acted like this before. She was so nervous. She straightened up and said “Kristen Stratford” and held out her hand. He pulled it towards his lips and softly kissed it. Kristen felt a slight rush of adrenalin.
“I am Anthony.” She now felt her cheeks slightly blushing and her body warmed another ten degrees. She drank the last of her glass with a flourish. Anthony stood ready with the bottle and topped her off again. Whatever courage she had briefly mustered up, now slipped away. She sunk back in the seat tapping her foot and didn’t know what else to say. He was really going to have to pry a conversation out of her.
He seemed to be a mind reader and said cheerfully “Let’s do some shots. A lot of them.” He ordered a tray of the best whisky in the house for their group. His friends toasted his idea with their empty glasses. Anthony handed Kristen a shot and held another one in his hand watching her intently. She drank it with ease. He handed her the other one, like a mother bird with a worm, and smiled as she tossed it down even faster. It smoothly descended through her body, warming her all over, everywhere.
Anthony guzzled two shots and then turned his body towards her pushing her into the cushions and began kissing her. They were locked together for a few minutes. Anthony abruptly remembered where they were and straightened both of them back up. They laughed and held onto each other’s hands tightly. The tray of shots was empty. His friends were now pushing back their chairs and announced that they were going over to a bar up north that had late hours. One of them said “You two coming with?” Anthony said “Maybe I’ll catch up with you later.” He stood up and shook their hands. He then turned to Kristen. Leaning down, he offered her his arm. “Well, we can end this meeting the proper way and I’ll give you a call...” Kristen looked at him like she was afraid to lose him. “Or, we can get a balcony pool suite here and enjoy this beautiful tropical night together. No obligation. We can just relax.”
Kristen knew this was right for her and didn’t think of how it looked or when it would end. She had a strong feeling that she just wanted to be with him. It felt like they belonged to each other, like they had already been together for a long time. She remained quietly seated while he walked over to the front desk. He then came back for her and held his arm snuggly over her shoulders. He seemed to walk for her as they went down the hallway and then up the stairs to their room.
The suite was cozy with a large bed that was arrayed with a plush comforter and ruffled pillows. Anthony walked over to the balcony door and dramatically opened it with both hands. A warm and floral wind swirled playfully through the room. The moon was softly peeking out through the Royal Palms, it was so romantic.
Kristen walked outside, gazing below at the tranquil pool. Anthony came silently from behind, slowly swaying her in front of him. He ran his hands along her dress and raised it upwards over her head. He pulled her tightly against him, rubbing and kissing inside her shoulder and slowly down her skin. She trembled as he reached in front of her, sliding off her black silken panties, caressing her with his fingers from each side. She felt him hardening on her back. Anthony kissed her passionately, leading her to the bed and laying her down gently.
Melting into one, their heated bodies writhed with each strong, penetrating stroke. He brought his head down to meet her lips. He was so wonderful! Anthony gave a long moan as he released and they both climaxed hard together. Kristen lay breathless as he kept his face softly on hers.
When she awoke hours later, Anthony was holding her and smiling sweetly. He was still deep within her. Without words, he made love to her again. This time he was very tender and she softly sighed as they spiraled. They cuddled together and fell soundly asleep.
It was almost check-out time when they awakened. There was a large whirlpool bath and they climbed in together. They were both too tired to even think about sex. She lay back into his arms with her eyes closed as he took a washcloth and bathed her in suds. This was definitely not a one-night stand. They both were acting like they very much cared for each other. There was not much conversation, it was all emotions.
They dressed and headed to the lobby. Anthony gave the valet the tickets for both of their cars and they were swiftly brought to the front. He had a fantastic black Ferrari! He embraced her, leaning her against her door, and gave her a long kiss. She lowered herself into the car and he kissed her again through the open window.
“Give me your phone” he said. Kristen reached into her purse and handed it to him with no questions. He dialed his number into it and she could hear his phone buzzing in his suit coat. He patted his pocket and said “There, now we both have each other’s number.” I will call you later today before I head out to New York. I am in the middle of a business deal and I need to be on the mark.” He stood in the driveway and waved as she drove off.
Kristen spent most of her day being lazy and nothing was accomplished except a darker tan. As promised, Anthony called her that afternoon. They had a wonderful time talking and were as comfortable as old friends. When they finished, he promised to call her again soon after he returned from his trip. He was leaving in an hour.
Kristen was in a great mood for the next two days. She wondered if Anthony was going to turn into an actual boyfriend. That was until Monday afternoon when she saw the Palm Beach Daily News. She had turned to the society section and on the front page was Anthony twirling a countess at a gala that had been held on Saturday night when he was supposedly in New York. She was a raven-haired beauty and was drenched in emeralds.
Kristen felt a knot growing in her stomach. She was angry that she had just been treated like a “one-night stand”. It was her fault. She knew she should not have slept with him right away. She lamented “Why can’t I find the right man? Why is this always so hard?”
Later that day Anthony phoned her and she chose not to answer. He left her a voicemail but she was too depressed to listen to it. An hour later the phone rang again. It was Anthony! This time she wanted to talk to him. She was too excited to think about the other woman. There was a lot of static on the line and Kristen was having great difficulty trying to understand him. “I’m on my boat” he told her, cupping his hand over the phone. Kristen could hear the wind hollowing out his voice. Kristen said “Well, it’s the perfect day for that, wish I was there.” Anthony replied “I’ll take you out tomorrow, ever snorkel?” She did not want to tell him that she was too afraid of sharks. “Just in a swimming pool.” Anthony said “Well, I am going to take you to an amazing spot. You will love it. You can swim fast, can’t you?” Kristen said “Yeah, I swim pretty well.” Anthony laughed “Then, I am going to bring you over to my house tonight and I will chase you around the pool. The wind was getting too strong for him to talk further. She could barely hear him say “I will call you later.” Kristen never thought to challenge him about his New York trip.
Anthony arrived at Kristen’s in the early evening for their date. His nose was very sunburned from his boat. He swept her up and lapped her face. “Ooh yuk, she giggled. Anthony was extra enthusiastic. “So, are you ready to go swimming with me?” Kristen said “If we are in your pool, I don’t need a suit? Right?” He laughed “You need one for where we are going.” Kristen questioned him “Where is that?” He said “We’re
popping over to the Bahamas for the night. Go grab your bikini and your passport.”
She excitedly ran to find them and her purse. When she returned, Anthony grabbed her and pulled her out to a limo. Kristen protested “No, I can’t go like this, I need to bring more things.” Anthony said “You don’t need anything, you look great, and we’re going now. My jet is already out of the hangar.” He patted her behind and tackled her into the supple leather of the back seat. His driver closed the door behind them. In his next move, he had Kristen’s legs in the air reaching for the ceiling as he burrowed into her. She couldn’t even catch her breath. He was on her like a horny Tom Cat.
After they were done, they both sat back breathing hard. Kristen said “I thought we would have saved that for your jet.” Anthony said “Oh we’ll do it again. We’ve got an hour flight. I’m going to be on you the whole way!”
He meant it. The flight was a little bumpy and it made the sex even better. Kristen didn’t think she would be able to get her land legs back when the jet touched down on the runway.
Anthony was well-endowed and she needed some recovery time. He had
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