Dare to Love (15 page)

I move her hand into my shorts. No struggle. Her hand find my cock and begin to work it. She experienced. Her hand riding my cock, we riding the waves, me riding a cloud somewhere way above us. And when I move into her panties she open up to my touch like a flower. We moving together, moving with the sea, with the sky and the clouds, with every creature who live and breed in the sea. I’m ready to let my seeds join the millions of others swimming in this great ocean but I want her to come first, want her to know I’m a gentleman. But she holding back. I feel her get to the brink, like she look over the edge and decide it too dangerous to jump.

‘Come on baby, let it go, let it go.’

‘It’s too public,’ she say, and although I can’t understand who in all this sea going to see what we doing, I pull back from firing my cannon.

‘You want to go somewhere private?’

‘Yes please.’

I rush round the house putting Mel’s things into the wardrobe. Her clothes from the bathroom and bedroom floor, her shoes, hair stuff. I put all the face things in the bathroom cabinet, put a clean sheet on the bed. All the time I’m thinking about how Joseee’s mouth feel when she suck my finger and how I feel everything in my groin, how my cock jump to attention as she slide her warm wet mouth over my middle digit. I can’t wait for the real thing.

I bathe and put on a green and white plaid pair of shorts Roxanne give me for Christmas with a white vest and a cap. With my dark glasses and sandals I know I look good. I just hope it’s to her taste. I look round the house, all trace of Mel gone. I’m feeling proud of myself when my cell ring. It’s Mel, can I pick her up at three o’clock, she finishing early today. DAMN! Today of all days! I can’t bring Joosee home, fuck her and push her out the door. It might take time. Damn Melissa!

I wrack my brain trying to think of something. I don’t have enough money to go to a hotel. I can’t ask her to pay for a hotel, ask her to pay for her own fuck. Even if she say yes, there’s not enough time. Maybe we can go to her place, but she definitely say ‘pick me up’ not ‘come back later’. Damn Melissa!

I start putting all her clothes back where she left them, her shoes, toiletries, everything. I’m just thinking I’m going to have to phone Joseee and tell her I can’t make it, think up some excuse when the answer come to me in a flash.

I’ll pick her up and tell her I just get a call for a business meeting at two o’clock. Sound like a good opportunity, one I can’t afford to miss. It work with Mel yesterday. Maybe we can stay at her place. I put a business shirt, trousers and shoes in the car, and my hard hat. That will make it more convincing. I’ll have to play it by ear when I see her. Damn Melissa!

I watch her lock her door and walk across the road to the car. Easy, sure steps. She wearing a bright pink skirt that cling to her hips and a pale pink top with lots of straps across the back. She got on the sandals she was wearing last night. Her hair loose over her shoulders. Although I know she must be at least forty, she look a lot younger. She open the passenger door and slide into the seat. I don’t just
see
the experience with her. I
feel
it.

‘Where to?’ I ask her as she shut the door, taking in everything about her.

‘Did you know the eyes are the windows to the soul?’ she say, looking me straight in the face. It take me a couple of seconds before I realise what she mean.

‘Oh sorry,’ I take off my shades.

‘Where to?’ I ask again. This time we can see each other’s eyes. She look away.

‘You decide.’ I’m hoping she suggest somewhere that don’t cost much, like going for a drink.

‘Make a suggestion,’ she say.

‘You want something to eat?’ I know a cheap place we can get snacks and drinks.

‘No, I’m not hungry. I just ate breakfast.’

There’s a little silence while I wrack my brain to think of somewhere.

‘How about we go back to the beach?’

‘The beach?’ I’m puzzled. We just come from there and it was too public.

‘Yeah. We could just sit and talk for a while.’

This really isn’t what I want to hear but as I can’t come up with anywhere private to take her and she not going to invite me in, I agree.

‘OK.’ I begin driving slowly back to the beach. If I park under the trees on the other side to the car park we might get a little privacy as not many people park over there. That’s if I can persuade her to stay in the car. She might want to go back and sit in full view of everybody.

I shoot her a sideways glance. She seem distant, like she seeing something in her head that she not sharing with me. I park under a tree, crack the windows and switch off the engine. I bless the day I get this car with the black out windows. We invisible from the outside. She saying something about the car sliding down the hill when I take a chance and kiss her. She hesitate for a second then she part her lips and let me in. I feel like I’m starting all over again with her. Like everything that happen between us already rub out and the slate blank again.

I slide my hand toward her right breast. She use her right hand to stop me. I pull back and look her in her eyes; or at least I try but she look away.

‘What’s the matter?’ I ask her quietly. She confusing me. An hour ago she on the point of climax with me and now she won’t even let me touch her.

‘Did I tell you, you look fabulous?’ She look me up and down and I can see she appreciate what she seeing.

‘Thanks. But what…’

‘That cap really suits you,’ she cut me off. ‘In England we call them Andy Capps.’

‘Why Andy?’ I’m not one little bit interested in what they call caps.

‘Because there’s a cartoon charact –’

‘What’s the matter?’ I can’t handle this chatter.

She take a deep breath, sit back in her seat and look at the windscreen.

‘I’m not going to have sex with you.’ So matter of fact. No emotion. No looking at me. That’s not what I’m expecting to hear. I’m still hot for her. Is she playing games or just teasing me.

‘Do you mean today, or ever?’

‘Ever.’

I don’t know what to say. I don’t think she teasing me, she wouldn’t let me go that far with her in the sea if she was teasing. I know I feel something between us in the sea and it wasn’t just the excitement of riding the waves. Like if she saw me drowning she would try to save me, even though she afraid of the sea. Like if I gave her my heart to look after she would keep it safe. She look very tense. Still looking out the window, hands on her lap, turning her wedding ring round and round. What happen in the last hour to change her? The silence between us getting longer. I still don’t know what to say. She look like she need a hug.

I lean slowly toward her and slide my arm behind her shoulders. She don’t move, don’t stiffen, don’t push me away. I keep leaning till my lips touch hers. I let them rest there, don’t try to kiss her. We breathe each others air, inhaling and exhaling in time, mixing oxygen and carbon dioxide, uncertainty and confusion. I want to say ‘Come on baby, tell me what’s wrong,’ but I know I have to wait for her to come to me or I will lose her. I don’t understand why she matter so much. I only meet her three days ago. I don’t know what happen to make her change her mind. The only thing I know now is that I have to think of some way of changing it back. She not going to be an easy nut to crack and that excite me even more.

Eventually she kiss me. A little kiss on my bottom lip, soft and full of doubt, like she don’t trust herself. I want to take her tongue in my mouth, press hard on her lips. I want to kiss her eyes, her nose, her cheeks but I know I have to play it cool. When I feel her slacken a little I try to pull her closer to me, try to wrap my other arm round her but the gear stick is in the way. I can’t believe it when she suggest going round to the back seat.

‘I’d hate for the car to go sliding down this slope into the sea,’ she laugh a nervous little laugh as she look at the handbrake.

She watch me clear my laptop and some books off the seat. That’s when she see the business clothes hanging from the hook on the back seat door.

‘Do you always carry spares?’ Is she suspicious or nervous? I can’t tell. I tell her about the phone call and the meeting. She don’t seem to mind.

Although I still want her like crazy, I tell myself that nothing going to happen when she in this mood so might as well relax. She lay on her back, put her head in my lap and her feet on the seat, knees bent and pointing at the car ceiling. Like we at home watching TV on a sofa. She ask me to tell her all about me. How long I been with my girlfriend? Does she know what I get up to with other women? How long I been out of work? What do I want for my business?

When she start with the girlfriend thing I think, Here comes the interrogation! But after I explain again that me and Mel not serious, that we only have a causal thing and that she only spend time at my house because she feel lonely at hers, she move off the subject. There’s something about the way she listen. Like I’m the only person in the world that matter, like she really care about every word I say. She don’t jump in with her own opinion about what I’m saying. Like for some reason I’m important to her.

‘Anyway, that’s enough about me.’ She lighten up a bit now and tell me about her work, her real work, and tell me I’m pronouncing her name wrong. ‘It’s a short i not a long e.’

I ask her if she analysing me. She say no, she on holiday, and laugh. She tell me about her friends, her wine bar, her gym, everything but the one thing I want to know about. Her husband. Last night he didn’t matter, but after what happen today, and because of what I’m feeling now, he matters.

‘So how come you husband not with you?’

She shrug. ‘Things not so good with us.’ That’s music to my ears. Better than she saying he working or something like that. That mean I’m in with a chance. All I have to do is get her to tell me about him, find out what his weakness is and make it my strength. I just hope his weakness isn’t money. To God I hope it’s sex.

She finally tell me about the conversation she just have with her husband, that she will feel she betray him if she have sex with me. She say it’s like he could see what she was planning and jump right in there to remind her who she belonged to. The funny thing is, the more she talk about him the more turned on I get, the more I can feel her.

‘Do you like me?’ I ask her. I need some encouragement before I go on.

‘Of course I like you. Do you think I do this kind of thing with people I don’t like?’

‘Do you want me?’ I hold my breath.

‘More than you can imagine,’ she almost whisper.

That’s the cue I been waiting for. I lean over and kiss her, gently at first then harder. Every nerve in me tingling. ‘Oh baby, I want you so much,’ I tell her between kisses. But I don’t need to tell her. Her head is on my want, she can feel it. She kissing me back but not like when we were in the sea, she holding back. Then, it’s like she flick a light switch and suddenly she full of heat again. Her body straining to reach mine, her nipples showing hard through her vest, her arms round my neck, I bite her nipple, she moan and sigh at the same time. ‘Oh baby, I want you so much,’ I remind her.

She sitting up to get closer to me when her phone ping. ‘Let me check it,’ she mumble into my mouth. She find the phone and while she checking the message I move to the other side of her and manoeuvre her onto her back. I’m kissing her all the time, her hand, her neck, her nipples, her belly. ‘I have to reply to this,’ she say and start tapping the phone. While she focus on the phone I bend one of her knees till I can see her panties. Black. I pull it to one side and lower my head till I can part her lips with my tongue. I feel her heat, her smell mixed with her perfume fill my nostrils. She smell like salt beef and Christmas cake. I touch her clit with the tip of my tongue. ‘Oh my God,’ she groan and drop the phone. I push my tongue in deeper, flatten it and lick her clit again full tongue. ‘Oh my God,’ she says again.

She arch her back to give me easier access. Her clit hard and stiff now. I wrap my lips around it and suck like I’m sucking on a ice pop. Her body is mine. She open right up. My mouth wet from her juices. I push my tongue as far as I can into her hole, taste the juice hot from the tap. Then I lick her fast, don’t give her any time to recover from one stroke before I’m on to her with another, and another. Her whole body shudder. She squeeze my head with her knees and I feel another gush. ‘Oh my God,’ she almost scream, and I think about the crack in the window. Anybody passing can hear her. She arch her back high. She like a bucking colt. I have to hold her firm to stay in there. Her whole body go rigid. I lick and suck and blow. Then she shudder again, let out a long ‘aaahhhh’ and go limp like a rag doll.

I look up at her. She look spent, head a little floppy. ‘You all right baby?’ I ask. She pull my head to hers, still wet with her juice, and kiss me, cupping my head with her two hands.

‘Thank you,’ she whisper, like she suddenly remember where we are.

‘You want to do it?’ I whisper back.

She slide her hand down my chest, over my belly and down into my shorts. Her hand at the wrong angle so she sit up and move me to sit down. She release me from my underpants. I feel like a bull let loose, ready to run after years in a pen. I push my shorts off. She look at me and smile. Instead of stroking me like I’m expecting, she lower her head and I feel her warm lips on my cock. She run her tongue round and round the head, like she licking her favourite ice cream. I lean my head to one side so I can watch her. Watching her tongue on my cock making me even harder. When she see I’m so tight I can’t stretch any more, she slide her mouth over my pole. It’s like sliding into warm honey, like… I close my eyes so I can concentrate on the feeling instead of watching her. Her mouth going up and down, round and round. She lick me, kiss me. She take me in so deep I can feel the back of her throat. I have to hold on strong, don’t want to shoot yet in case she think I can’t go any distance, but it’s hard, she good.