It just slid into her head again like the night before. 'I wonder if he fucks as well as looks?' She had sat with her husband around the pool bar at the hotel absorbing the chilled, relaxing feeling that only a good holiday can bring and it was topping off a day where she had lain on the beach topless for the most part letting the warmth of the sun soak through her body whilst she drifted and dozed between bouts of the steamy novel she had been reading. But now it was dark and midway through the evening with the vodka creeping into her mind mixing the novel with her imagination. She looked… 続きを読む

Last part of this "ficticious" work She didn't see Mr. 106 when they finally got up and went down to relax around the pool and, to her disappointment, she didn't see him at all for the next couple of days in or around the hotel. She felt deflated she hadn't seen him. She wanted to be able to look at his face and know he had enjoyed her body and it puzzled her if his facial expressions would give anything away. She knew he was due to go home soon - perhaps he had already left. Busily her mind engineered thoughts about where her earlier liaison would have gone had she been in room one zero s… 続きを読む