Lauren took their teasing of her well.
Her friends spoke in dismay that she should have had her head turned by an older guy that she had only just met and had been seen talking to at the breakfast bar. She had met Jack Soames the night before at a barbecue supper that the hotel had arranged out on the terrace. It overlooked the sweeping crescent of the sandy bay below them; the awning flapping in the breeze and carrying off the laughter and banter that was being exchanged by the younger guests.
Jenny and Sam had taken up with some of them, but she had set her thoughts on doing better and Jack was the man who had done it for her. His interest had not been overt; rather the slow and practised ways of a man confident in what he was doing; who wished to discover companionship that was not so obvious and, to her ways of seeing him and his ways, shallow.
‘I’m past the Club Med or eighteen-thirties scene,’ he had smiled.
She had sat next to him, quite by chance, at that supper under the stars and Jack had been the first to introduce himself; to her dismay to tell her that he was a lawyer; that he’d been dumped and was ‘on the rebound’, but in no rush. His white linen shirt, unbuttoned enough to intrigue her, his white slacks, and his sunglasses hooked in at his breastbone, revealed the confident and relaxed man.
‘And you?’ he had quizzed, his wonderful grey-blue eyes taking her in, his fitness evident in Jack’s toned arms, lean face and then, in the way that he had moved. Visiting musicians had walked among the tables playing local music. It had prompted him to simply take her hand and persuade her to dance…there and then…no intro or words of persuasion. She’d felt taken in and responded. ‘You were going to say…Lauren?’
She’d stepped, dipped and reeled; been drawn in and then let go of; had soon seen others join them in an al-fresco fest that had prompted Jenny and Sam to mouth one word, ‘wow!’
‘I’m a lawyer too….recently qualified…family and trusts….’
‘Corporate….’ he had retorted. ‘Now we can talk of everything else but that…’
He’d whisked her away from the others as they danced, and she’d thought nothing of it…that he was some ten years older at thirty-five. Jack had lived it all out, already, but she had been made to feel that it was of no consequence; she belonged with him; had no need to be pursued by feckless chancers away on holiday inn the sun; the history and the scenery to be enjoyed along with so much else.
♠
Lauren joined him at the railing. She had seen hm leaning on it and taking in the scene below their vantage point.
‘Hi…Jack,’ she murmured. ‘How are you today?’
‘Fine,’ he answered, half turning to gaze at her. ‘I didn’t want to barge in on you having breakfast with your friends…’
‘It would have been okay…’
‘You all go out partying last night?’
‘They did, Susie and Jen…’
‘And not you?’
‘I realised that after being with you…’ She said it on lifting her face to the sun for a moment. Lauren knew that his eyes were on her and she played him for a moment longer, but she was given no time to say more.
‘I told you last night that I was in no rush, but I’m wondering if you’d like to go sailing with me…take one of those dinghies out on the water? I won’t keep you from being with your friends for too long…’
‘They’ve made their own plans, already.’ She laughed as a hackneyed phrase now came to mind. ‘Sun, sea and….?’
Jack nudged her; took a moment to delight in Lauren’s appearance; her floaty summer beach dress that showed off slender legs and arms; her bangled necklace and leather wrist bands; how the sun picked out blonde strands in her swept back brown hair. ‘Sun, sea and different company…new company.’
‘Okay, I’ll go for it and with you.’ Lauren made to turn away, but he detained her on a moment’s touch to her arm. ‘What? I’ll get changed into something more practical…don’t worry about that, Jack.’
He gave her a pursed lipped smile in acknowledgement of what she had said.
‘I’ll see you at the boat-line…say in half an hour?’
♠
‘Jack! Oh God…what’s happening?’
Lauren lost her grip on the boat and sank beneath the waves for an instant. Jack who had landed in the water nearby, as the boat went over, grabbed her buoyancy aid. He pulled in a jerk that took her head clear of the surface that was calmer in the lee of the upturned hull. He swore to himself for being taken by surprise at the sudden change in wind direction, the ferocity of the gusts that had tipped them over, before he had any opportunity to realise the threat.
‘Oh God,’ she spluttered and stared wide-eyed at him. ‘What happened, it was going so well?’ She clung to him, her arms around his neck and a leg gripped his, tight. ‘Don’t let me go. Jack! Don’t let me go!’ she cried out, clinging to him as she gave voice to her fears.
‘I can’t move if you hang onto me like this, Lauren…nice as it is,’ he said gently, unbothered by his choice or words, and without looking at her.
He was trying to grapple with the side of the boat, but it was gradually trying to turn turtle; one white hull-side now pointing to the sky; the centre-board like a fish’s fin. He eased her grip upon him, finally.
‘Jack?’
‘Hold on, here!’ he said with a sigh of irritation. ‘Get your breath back,’ he ordered, pulling her round to the stern. ‘You’re going to be fine, just trust me.’ He stroked her hair away from her face in a gesture of reassurance. Lauren simply stared back at him.
‘I did that…trusted you!’ she flared, pushing away his hand in spite of the considerate touch that he had offered.
‘Yeah…I guess you did,’ Jack retorted simply. ‘I’ll find a way to make it up to you.’
‘Don’t hold your breath!’ she flared; her voice suddenly sharp.
He couldn’t believe it. He had failed so miserably in sailing the small boat and to repay her confidence in him. He had to show her the ropes, quite literally; yet his ways and touches, on being close to this engaging young woman as they sat on the gun-whale and shared in an exhilarating sail, had been thought of as the best means for them to bond; to share in the thrills and, alas, the spills.
The safety boat came over to check them out.
‘You okay? Know what to do?’ a voice yelled to them across the waves, amplified by a loud hailer.
‘Think so….thanks!’ He considered their situation. Not serious to him, but for Lauren a different proposition. ‘Can you standby?’ Jack waved back to the driver in acknowledgement.
‘Hold on, Lauren. I’ll get you out of this. Just stay where you are.’
‘What are you doing now?’
Jack didn’t reply. Instead he placed one foot on the centre-boar and a hand on the gunwale that had risen above the choppy wavelets. He managed to exert enough purchase to raise the hull to near the vertical, turning as he did so.
‘I need your help now.’ He called over to her. ‘Can you handle it?’
‘Handle what?’
‘Come over here, to me. Hold onto the fin and when I tell you pull down. Hold tight’. She gripped onto his outstretched hand and as Jack pulled her over to him she wrapped her legs around his again.
‘What are you going to do, then?’
‘Don’t hold onto me like that!’ he said, easing her away, as she clung to him. ‘Don’t, please, there’s a lass.’ They gazed into each other’s eyes for an instant. ‘Please, don’t do that, Lauren?’
He was clinging to the centre-board with one hand and embracing her with his free arm. He quelled the instinct to caress her; to reach under her lifejacket.
‘I like you holding me,’ she said softly and staring at him.
‘Do you, even now?’
‘Yeah, even now,’ she replied, ‘neither one of us is quite in control of things, are we?’
‘Lauren…’
She smiled at him as he said it. ‘Okay…I’d better let you go.’
‘Yes, a good idea…now, help me. I’ve got to swim round to the mast-head and ease the weight off the sail.’ Jack placed her hands on the centre-board. ‘Hold on. I’ll tell you when to pull down. Think you can manage that?’ He stroked her cheek in reassurance and was surprised that she now accepted his touch.
‘Okay…go on.’
She felt a pang of regret at having spoken so harshly to him when it had happened; she had felt the strength in his embrace and could see that he was taking care of her. Love and trust in someone had seemed so hard to find until now. She loved his gentle concern for her; she wondered if it could be played out some more whenever she was alone with him. Her friends weren’t the active sort, whereas she had chosen to chance it if it meant being in this man’s company. His touches to keep her by him had set her pulse racing; had aroused the knot of longing in her belly that wrapping her legs about him only inflamed further. The guy was strong; he had his caring ways; was clearly dismayed by her volatile nature…close one minute, aloof and harsh in her choice of words the next.
It didn’t seem to faze him, though.
Jack swam round to the masthead and lifted it clear of the surface. ‘Lauren! Pull down now if you can. I’m coming back to you!’
He made sure that some of the sail was clear and swam in strong strokes to the other side of the boat that under Lauren’s weight was slowly rising. He saw that she was shaking with shock and exertion.
‘It’s okay, Lauren well done!’
She noticed his even white teeth as he smiled at her and thought him to be a handsome man; anger at being frightened by his actions still vied with her wish to be alone with him for as long as possible.
Jack’s added strength righted the boat, which settled back on its hull with a gentle splash. Lauren relied on him totally, and Jack pulled her round to the stern again. While she held the rudder he slithered aboard, seal like, on his stomach. He held out both hands, as he knelt in the bottom of the boat, and pulled her in beside him in one effortless heave.
‘Sorry, there isn’t a drinks cabinet on board…..a restorative brandy to offer you.’
Lauren saw him grin at his por joke, met his look upon her; felt Jack’s touch to her face and she met it like a cat responding to a caress.
‘Jack?’ she whispered.
‘You’re safe again now…Lauren,’ he assured her. ‘I’ll take you back to shore.’
‘I sure hope so….’
Had he wrecked his chances of being with her some more? He also wondered if his tone might be too casual. He had worked off adrenaline, a moment of danger had been confronted and overcome, however minor it seemed to him. At work he pushed things to the limit; took calculated gambles, but with Lauren he sensed that he was over-reaching himself.
Lauren, not a strong swimmer, looked at him with renewed uncertainty…of him or was it her reaction to all that he tried to do for her. She brushed away Jack’s hand, held out in reassurance to her once more.
‘Take it in, now!’ She slid onto the centre thwart facing the bow and thought of what to do to exercise some control over him and to test Jack’s concern for her once more. ‘You can handle it, can’t you?’
‘Yes I can.’ He sat in the stern sheets and helmed the small craft and pulled on the main sheets; soon had the boat skip over the wavelets but not leaning over too much. ‘I’d like it if you sat next to me again…’
‘I’m fine where I am…’
‘Don’t be angry and don’t sulk…you’re too pretty for that.’ He heard her disbelieving laugh. ‘Even lawyers have their corny moments…’
Lauren moved on hearing the lightness in his voice and looked at him. Jack seemed to lounge back as he steered the boat. She saw his arm muscles flex and ease as he helmed the craft and kept a hold on the mainsail sheet; his leg muscles flexed. She now saw how his wet shorts shaped him; what she knew he would bring to any woman.
She reached out to place a hand on his thigh to steady herself as she shifted her weight and to move to be near him.
‘You have your ways, don’t you Jack?’
‘I could show you, if I’m forgiven for what happened.’ He drew her to him; had Lauren kneel between his legs and he bent to kiss her. ‘You started it…Lauren…when you put your legs around me back there…’
‘I can’t believe it, but you’ve found me…so soon!’ she gasped through their kisses; the bulkiness of their lifejackets keeping them from claiming each other as they wished.
Jack made her sit beside him as the boat followed an erratic course to the shore. He met her look for an instant; saw the wonder in her eyes.
She saw him smile and questioned him needlessly. ‘What are you thinking now?’
‘Gather your things and come to my room. The lawyer in me says that we should study our briefs…’
‘And here I was believing we wouldn’t talk shop…but for us to be together.’
♠
It had been fast and furious, each delighting in what the other brought to their sight and questing touches; the frenetic sharing in the act of discovery and pursuit.
Now, Lauren laying with her back to him, and he pressed against her; spooned his body against hers and gently held the wondrous tumble of her breasts; offered slow caresses to her hardened nipples; heard her breathing deepen as he again brushed his fingers across her nipples. He moved his fingers over Lauren’s belly and touched again the wet haven where she had taken him so fervently.
‘Let me do this…lie still,’ he murmured as she sought to respond. What he did was again having the desired effect. He placed his fingers to her lips. ‘Taste the sweet nectar that you’ve brought to me…’
She had gushed. ‘Because of what you’ve already done for me…’
‘With you, Lauren…you wonder.’
Jack shifted his pelvis until she covered his erect, aching cock; had him move between her ass cheeks and to then rub the tip against her entrance, her movements slowly drawing him to her entry.
‘You wonder! Again?’ she gasped.
‘May I…miss?’
‘Can I stop you?’ she asked on reaching behind her and pinching his hip to make him enter; to part her wet folds and introduce that magnificent, questing rod that she had sensed lay under those bathing shorts and that she had touched while in the boat; its rocking and plunging motions only exciting her belief in what would be found when they got back to the hotel.
He had not disappointed her; had succumbed moments after he had closed the door to his room and they had undressed each other in frenzied haste; all restraint forsaken; the slipping on of a condom an irritating delay.
Jack’s hand now pushed one thigh until it was up at her waist. She was no longer as tight as the first time he had entered her body. Lauren’s breathing changed as his slow progress aroused her responses; the clamp and awkward tug on all that he brought; the easing of her claims on him before he slipped back in and deeper. She wanted these slow, lazy thrusts, to become the riotous pounding of the man inside her but she would wait on that.
She moaned out his name in her languorous pleasure. ‘How could your ex ever let you go?’
‘She found someone better….’
‘Crazy bitch!’ Lauren exclaimed as she pulled both of her knees towards her breasts to give him better access and allowing her to fully envelop his searching length inside her.
‘Be still on that!’ Jack growled.
He had finally pushed all the way in, holding himself there momentarily, and circled his cock around her pussy, exploring every inch of her tunnel as she moaned in surprise and continuing delight.
‘It’s been a while for me…go on…’ she groaned. ‘I broke up with someone months ago…needed to come away and now look what’s happened…!’
‘It’s me loving your amazing body… us sharing in the hunger…in the heat.’
Lauren eased away from him. ‘Let me do it for you…I want it quicker…please?’
She shuddered as Jack fully withdrew and lay back on the bed. She squatted over him and gripped his trembling prick; pulled his foreskin way back before she slid her sweet mouth along his length as far as it would go. She wantonly started to move up and down on it while fingering his balls.
‘Jeez…jeez girl!’ Jack called out on gasps of breath as she worked him ferociously. ‘I won’t be able to hold it back…for…for long!’
Holding on to her shoulders he closed his eyes and every nerve in his body seemed as if they were about to explode. Lauren settled on him. She rose and fell; slammed down on him and pinched his skin; was oblivious to his fierce clamps on her breasts, the sucking and tugging kisses that he offered to them as they swayed, mesmerizingly, before his face as Lauren bent to kiss him.
‘How…how is it for you?’ she gasped on tearing her mouth away, ‘because…because…’
‘Because I’m going to find you…find you in ways I never believed possible!’
“Oh fuck…fuck…that feels so good,” she cried out, ‘you find me and do it deep!’
Lauren shuddered as he lost it in her; as Jack jetted spurts of cum into her as she continued to rise and fall on him, and he slammed back. He gripped her hips as he plumbed her body, and she cried out; felt as if he would break her.
‘You wonder…wonder.. that you should want me in these ways,’ Lauren could only cry out. She felt his ways to be that good and for her…for her alone.
‘I’m here…do what you have to with your friends; but come back to me. I knew it last night…from the off. We found each other…didn’t know it until that boat tipped over. We’re in this together…from here on in.’
Lauren simply leant forward, still impaled on that wondrous length of flesh and kissed him; breathed in her lover’s heat and knew that what he had said was true. Fleeting holiday flings weren’t for her; never had been.
‘You found me.’
Sometimes only a few words sum up deeper and hidden hopes.
Jack Soames and Lauren Anderson had become a couple.
♥