a OS map of the Lakes, and a snakebite kit with me, just in case” she's not being funny, that my friends, is a bloody true story.
Be Prepared, it's the Brownie motto after all.
TC: “Love you” true story.
EC: “I miss him too Catharine” I know you do Mum.
Daniel is still at his desk typing at his computer, I move over to my screens, and they pop to life, lighting up my face, it feels warm. I sit and stare at the huge screen, an email appears its little icon bouncing merrily at the bottom of my screen, it's from him. I smile sweetly as I open it.
Dear Miss Charles,
I would like to thank you for a most invigorating discussion at lunch, perhaps we could do that again...soon.
…are you wet for me again I wonder? I’ll come up and find out.
Kind regards,
Daniel Pearce: Founder RANDom Denim.
"Oh, god" I say audibly to myself, and see him approaching from the stairs. He leaps up the last two stairs like a kid, he's right, I am wet. Thinking practically, as is quite normal for me, I’m going to have to keep spare knickers here, days of the week ones. It'll help me keep track. He slides the door open in one quick movement, shuts it behind him. Strides purposefully over to where I’m standing my insides begin to stir again. How much more can I take? I ponder that I’m about to discover the answer. He smells so delicious. Standing with his body close to mine.
"What are you doing to me Tharie" he breathes into my hair, "I can’t take my hands off you." He slides his hand down the front of my jeans again to show me what exactly he means by that. “I can smell you on me.” Forcing his hand against the tight denim, into my underwear. “I can taste your mouth.” He kisses me deeply. “You're special” lower still, and lower, “you’re very,” lower, “very, special” my eyes are shut. I make no resistance. Round to my arse and “I felt it the first time I saw you,” he chews my lobe, “in that ludicrously clean wine bar.” What! Cupping my buttocks, and sliding back round again. “You were there to eyeball me,” against my neck, his breath hot on my skin. Forcing his hand against the restraint of my still buttoned jeans. “Did you like what you saw?” He's kissing my throat, my jawline, trailing along to by ear. His fingers are gentle and agonisingly slow, “did I come up...” his fingers slip inside and quickly out again...”to scratch?”
He expects an answer? Bloody hell.
“Mmmmmmm...I, ah... thought,” god this is hot, “this place is terrible,” oh god yes, “but you, you were not bad at all.” Oh, that's good. His fingers linger further, slower, gentler, he's going to drag this out for me. “But who am I?” His eyes blaze into mine, very nice, getting faster, “no one, a stranger.” Getting harder. I breathe the words, too engrossed in my own feelings to answer coherently. “Nothing special Daniel,” I am holding onto my table for support, his fingers slipping inside me harder, my legs have lost all their strength, “what are you doing?” I blink at him, barely able to keep my eyes open. “I read about your life, I’m not your type.” He shoves his fingers inside me angrily, his eyes ablaze, it feels so good I could cry out.
“Don’t believe everything you read baby.” He breathes into my ear and my whole body shudders with pleasure.
“Oh god!” I gasp.
“Nothing? You’re wrong,” his fingers move faster as if to demonstrate his point, and I can’t wait to feel his point. Please say you know what I mean otherwise I'm wasting my time.
“You could have anyone” I gasp, I can barely speak, so why am I here? I just need to know, my mind needs rest.
“Did you read I always get what I want?” Yes. He stops momentarily, “I want you baby.” And continues in perfect rhythm. A knock at my door, and Steffi puts her head in. She must notice, but our lower halves are hidden behind my huge screens. Daniel undoes my jeans again, and slowly unzips the fly, his plan doesn’t falter the whole time.
“There's a call for you Danny.” Daniel continues his beautiful torture of me. His hand, forced against the tight denim is deep inside my knickers, as he listens and answers. Bloody hell. I can’t believe myself, I want him so badly that I