When she reached the bottom she decided she couldn’t do it, the fear and excitement was too overwhelming and started to walk along the path that led towards the pool. She would walk down to the pool and follow the ark of the pool and back up the other side of the building to her own room and the safety of making love to her husband again, she was sure the thought of it must have been an immense turn on for him.

Once she had walked around the pool she walked along the path they had taken the night before where two gardeners were tending to the gardens. She noticed they slowed down to almost stop and she could see from the look in their eyes they were busy undressing her in their minds running through all of the wanton things they wish they could do to her. As she passed them one made a low whistle and made some comment under his breath in Spanish but she had no doubt as to what it meant.
But who could blame them?

She knew that her behind wiggled nicely with both of her cheeks rocking to and throw in a slow pendulum like fashion whilst her breast danced a gentle tango to themselves under her blouse. She climbed the stairs walked down the corridor and knocked on the door to go inside.

The door opened and Mr 106 stood there with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Can I come in please? “she asked fearing he could say no whilst her heart pounded in her chest to the point where she was convinced it could be mistaken for an earthquake tremor.

Her knees were weak and she should could barely stand and all the while the butterflies in her stomach felt like that had grown teeth and were now busy gnawing their way out. He hesitated for a moment but she could see he was taking in all of her form, his mind processing it all every last minute detail.

With a hint of the mischievousness in his eyes he said, “sure” and she stepped into his room. “Where’s your husband?” he asked.

“Probably down by the pool,” she replied, “He’s let me have a Hall Pass to do as I please with myself until 10.50 this morning.”

He looked at his watch. “It’s 9.35, what do you plan to do then?” he asked. She took a deep breath.

“You,” came the reply as she stepped towards him and closed the door behind as she walked into the room.

She closed the door behind her and stood face to face with Mr 106 facing her a couple of feet away. They looked at each other, not moving, as if the pair of them were encapsulated in a giant block of ice.
He looked at her as a hundred different reasons spun through his brain whilst it tried to reason exactly why she was standing there. Like a PC searching for a file is suddenly stopped and locked onto a thought. The bitch, he though, that bitch of a ex-girlfriend has surpassed herself with trying to cause him grief. He knew what this was, she had found out where he had gone and paid this couple to be here, let her cry out he’s touched her or worse then bring him the maximum amount of grief.

He was about to throw her out then the thought evaporated as she leaned forward slightly and her fingernails brushed lightly through the wispy hairs on his chest. He looked at her and see her big, brown eyes were wide, full of fear about the unknown plus she was trembling, he could see it in her body and feel it in her fingers so much it reminded of if the first time he stood naked with a girl when they were 18, both trembling and a little scared before they explored each other’s bodies for the first time.

She stood opposite him; she had stepped back into his apartment a few feet then stopped dead, staring at him blinking as if he was playing a game of musical statues only there was no music and there was just the two of them. She could feel herself trembling and it was getting worse along with her heart pounding away sending her blood rushing around her body at an alarming pace. She stood for what was starting to feel like an eternity, she had been so wrong to come and knock on a strangers door walk in and ask to sleep with him, she could see he was miles away, probably thinking about ringing hotel security to come and throw her out! She felt desperate and tried on last thing – reaching out towards him she let her nails brush through the hairs on his chest to see if she could evoke a positive response otherwise she was bolting out of here within seconds.

He suddenly snapped back into his body and mind, a slight smile came over his face and for the first time since she entered the room she felt like the ice was starting to melt. Looking directly into his eyes she took half a step towards him and started to purse her lips to kiss him when he suddenly stepped back.

“Bird cage!” he said which startled her and suddenly put her on edge but before she could open her mouth to say anything he said again,”Bird cage, my mouth is like a bird cage, you don’t want to go anywhere near that until I’ve brushed my teeth!”

They both started to laugh as he brushed past her to go into the bathroom.
Whilst he brushed his teeth she walked into the main part of his apartment and made some mental notes. He had a good taste in clothes, she knew that from what he had been wearing the night before, kept an apartment that was in semi disarray which made him normal, and liked quality men’s perfume from the makes sitting on the vanity chest in the room. Just then she noticed his wallet which was open and it had a strange picture, it looked like a Photo shopped one of him sitting on a bike then sitting on a different bike next to himself. She looked at it puzzled when he popped his head around the door.

“You are for real, you know what you said before I let you in,” he asked with a foamy mouth from the toothpaste hiding a boyish grin.

“Yes I meant it, my husband knows I’m probably here and he knows why,” came the reply.

She found herself rapidly starting to relax as the icy tension that was there when she walked in was melting away. He had disappeared back into the bathroom rinsed his mouth and walked back into the room with another question.
“He won’t be here smashing through the door with an axe?”he asked with what she took as a serious expression on his face.

She put a finger to her lips and crossed here eyes as if she was thinking hard. ” I’m sure I didn’t see him pack one before we left.”

Any ice that was there melted away like a ice cube on a hot tiled floor out in the sun as they both chuckled at her ridiculous reply. She had almost completely relaxed now as if she was just talking to him around the pool and not alone together in his room. He wasn’t dressed as he hadn’t long got out from under the shower when she has knocked on his door and still stood with a towel wrapped tightly around his waist. He walked over to the edge of the bed and sat facing her.

“I see you were looking at my picture earlier.” he said pointing to the open wallet. “Yes-s…”she stammered, thoughts now filling her head that maybe he thinks she’s come to rob him.

She looked at him with a puzzled expression and went to ask why he was in the same picture twice but he beat her to it.

“That’s my twin brother, we toured a large part of the States on a couple of bikes a few years ago. I keep it to remind me of what life’s about – Friends, family and living and talking about living, isn’t that why you’re here.”

Immediately her heart started pounding in her chest and she took a sharp inward breath. She started to walk toward him when he abruptly said,”Stop!”

This surprised her but stop is what she did about five foot away from him.

“Turn around,” he commanded and she turned through 180 degrees then turned her neck to look at him.

“No silly, like this.”

He held his hand up and gesticulated with his finger with a round and round motion. She turned around one and a half times until she faced him again.

“Turn around and keep turning but slowly,”came the next command as he lay down explicitly what he wanted.

She started to turn on the spot , slowly revolving around with her hands on her hips as if she was having a slow dance with herself. Her heart was beating hard and fast now and the butterflies in her stomach started to flap around again. Each time she spun around and he came in to view she looked to him for some communication either spoken or even eye contact but there was none. Instead she felt like he was analyzing every bump and curve of her body and storing the data away for future use.

After the sixth turn he suddenly told her to stop and stand very still but she wasn’t facing him. She was at an angle of around 45 degrees to him and facing a wall in the apartment. She started to speak wanting to tell him she was glad she’d stopped as she thought he had a fetish for women pretending to be fairies like you’d see in a music box going round and round but he told her to ‘ssshh’ before she has barely spoken.

She wasn’t used to this and a little anxiety as to where this was going started to creep in. She then heard him get off the bed and move behind her. Her heart was now beating as hard as when she had knocked on his door.
He stood behind her and gently got hold of each of her hands and started to make her walk towards the wall. When she was about nine inches away he stopped and raised her hand turned the palms toward the wall and placed them either side of her just slightly above her head. She started to tremble slightly and swallowed noisily to join the loud drum beat of her heart. With his left hand he moved her hair aside and planted a gentle kiss on her neck just below her ear.

It was a sexually charged Tazer sending strong electrical signals to her brain that made her sigh and moan slightly. He kissed her some more and in the meantime his hands slid slowly down her sides, over her hips then moved around so they were on her inner thighs. The butterflies that were in her stopped beating now they were aflame inside her set alight to by the waves of ecstasy his touch was injecting into her skin.

His hands began to push her legs apart making her move her feet as her short skirt began to rise up until it was more like a belt. His hands then slide back around her until they were on her hips and he
gently pulled them back and all the while he was continuously gently kissing her neck and ear where she picked up his steady, strong rhythmic breathing. Suddenly he pulled away she went to move but he spoke,”Still!”and she stood there hands against the wall above her head legs splayed apart with her skirt hitched revealing all of her legs with her backside jutting towards him.