I shouldn't have offered to share my umbrella with Shawn.It was a bad idea, a recipe for disaster. My umbrella is designed for one person, not two, and Shawn is a big guy, so right now my shoulder is getting wet from the rain, which means it's getting cold, though I'm trying hard not to draw Shawn's attention to it.Also, Shawn's taller than I am, more so since I'm not wearing heels, so he's the one holding the umbrella. In one way, that's good: I think my arm would fall off if I was the one carrying it. The problem is that every time the breeze blows, drops of rain land on my cheeks. Thank goodness the rain isn't that hard — a gentle shower rather than a downpour — or I'd be completely soaked from head to foot by now. But that's not why I think I made a bad decision.Shawn wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer to him.His hand rests beneath my armpit, close to my breast. "You're getting wet."I pull my arm tighter towards my chest so it doesn't bump against his firm stomach in
I smile at him. I give up. There's no way I can still act so composed around him when he's just seen me with caramel between my teeth, nor can I act distant towards him when he's just told me an embarrassing moment from his past to make me feel better. I don't know why he's being so kind, but I know I have to return the favor."Don't worry." I tell him. "I won't tell anyone about your mustache if you don't tell anyone about my...""Chocolate tooth cap? Deal."He glances at the display. "So, do you want to try something else? I'm guessing you're not buying the one with the caramel.""I am actually," I reply. "But not for me. For a friend.""A friend?""Randy from IT."Shawn's eyes narrow. "I thought you didn't have any friends from work."I touch my chin. "Did I say that?"I don't remember."You just haven't mentioned anyone before," Shawn says.Well, until last night, we'd never really talked about each other's personal lives."But I'm glad," he adds. "I'm glad you have friends."I no
"That was lovely," I tell Shawn after dinner as I dab my moist lips with the table napkin. It may not have been a four-course meal at a fancy restaurant, just a hearty main course — a flavorful pork stew - and a simple dessert — the best apple strudel I've ever tasted — at a cozy little place by the side of the road, but it was just as satisfying."I know," Shawn agrees. "I can't believe I've never eaten here before.""I can." I reach for my glass of wine. "Don't you usually eat in restaurants where they have at least four sets of utensils?"He leans back in his chair. " Believe it or not, the most expensive meal I've had was a single platter of sushi which I ate with a pair of chopsticks.""And the least expensive?" I ask curiously after taking a sip. Shawn touches his chin as he pauses to think."I bet you've never had a burger and fries from a fast-food chain," I tell him. "Or eaten at your school cafeteria.""I did eat at the school cafeteria, actually. "I lean forward. "Let me g
"Good night," I tell Felicity once we reach the door to her hotel room.No smile. No further niceties.No stalling. Just the usual parting words we give each other when our day at work is done, and we have to go our separate ways."Good night," she replies.I walk towards the next door. My hand slips into my pocket to retrieve my key card."And thank you," Felicity adds. "For accompanying me around the city today. I had fun."My lips almost curve into a grin. This from the woman who was insisting on going alone earlier. I want to tell her that I also had fun, but I'm afraid if I say another word, it will lead to all the other things I've been trying not to say. Or worse, if I spend another minute with her, I might end up kissing her, because that's what I want to do right now. I want to pin her against that door and kiss her thoroughly, then go inside her room and do other things to her with my mouth, my hands, my entire body.I'm doing my best to hold back right now, but I don't trus
Has she been thinking of me just as much as I've been thinking of her?I sip my Scotch. "Can't sleep, huh?""Yes," Felicity answers. "Must be the jet lag.""Must be.""I thought I'd be tired enough to be able to sleep, but I guess I'm not. I thought the wine would help, too, but maybe I need something stronger."I glance at the liquid in my glass and then at her. "Want some Scotch?"Her eyebrows arch. Then she waves her hand in front of her. "No, thanks. I...""I've got plenty," I tell her.She shakes her head. "I... I don't drink Scotch."And yet, she's looking at my glass.I lift it to my lips. "You just said you needed something stronger. This might do the trick."Still, Felicity hesitates. Her eyebrows furrow as she taps her fingers on her arm.One more push."You know, if you don't get your beauty sleep it will be a problem for me, too. I need you to be at your best tomorrow."That does it. She lets out a sigh and gives in."Fine. I'll give it a try."I nod. "Come on over and I'l
I should have said no. It isn't right for Shawn to kiss me. But that wasn't his question. The question was if I wanted him to kiss me, which I did.I've been wondering how it would feel to have his lips on mine since the night we met. For the past two years, I've been dreaming of it, imagining it. Yes, even masturbating to it.And yet this is unlike anything I've ever imagined.Shawn's lips are soft yet firm, like my favorite pillow. The moment they touch mine, my eyelids fall. They press against me gently, reverently, and my heart flutters. Excitement bubbles up in my veins. His lips keep going, over and over as he runs his fingers through my hair until I feel the rest of my defenses crumble. My mouth relaxes.I kiss Shawn back tentatively. I don't know what I'm doing, after all. But Shawn clearly does. He traps my lower lip between both of his. Then I feel something warm and wet graze against my upper lip. I part my lips and push my tongue out just a little. It rubs against his and
Shawn's lips press against me. I hold my breath. Then I feel the tip of his tongue on my heated skin. I gasp.He's... licking me?Now I'm even more embarrassed. And not just that. I feel exposed.Vulnerable."Not there," I tell Shawn as I push him away halfheartedly.He meets my gaze. "Why not?""It.. doesn't feel right," I answer.I know I took a shower just minutes ago and I don't have any diseases, but it still feels... dirty. It feels like something I shouldn't be asking any man to do, much less this man.Shawn's eyebrows furrow. "You mean it doesn't feel good?"Did it? I was too nervous to notice."It's not that. It just feels.. " I pause as I struggle to find the right word, or at least a better word than what I'm thinking."Dirty?" Shawn plucks it out of my mind.I look at him in surprise. How did he know?He grins in amusement and I feel even more confused. Is he making fun of me?Then he takes my hand. After he kisses my palm reverently, he looks into my eyes, his gaze tender
"Should I stop?" he asks next.With what? I wonder only to realize his meaning as he pulls on the sash of his robe. The white garment comes undone and falls to the floor. And my head rises off the bed. My jaw drops as I take in the sight in front of me.Shawn is completely naked. For the first time, I lay my eyes on his bare chest, the muscles not bulging or laced with veins like those of a bodybuilder but tightly packed and smoothly sculpted like a bust of ivory. His abdomen, too, looks firm, though I can't fully describe it because I'm distracted by the shaft of flesh pointing upwards from between his legs.I've never been good at measuring things by eye, but I can tell that it's well more than six inches long. And thick. I don't think I can wrap my fingers around it, though I suddenly have an urge to try. It certainly seems to be inviting me in all its glory, its swollen mushroom head glistening.I swallow thickly."Felicity?"I look up at Shawn. As if his erect cock wasn't proof e