to stand and use up what little stamina I have for surviving in heels. I compromise by perching on the edge of a chair in front of the vanity mirror and start to preen further at my already styled hair. I have scraped it over to one side, painstakingly smoothing out the kinks and making every hair lie in its rightful place across my head. I have then secured it firmly just below my right ear, bunching the ends in to a large bun shape and securing all the escaping bits under with hair grips. It took an hour to complete and was then masterfully drowned in hair spray, in a vain hope that that will keep it contained, who am I kidding?
Clipping in my trusty fabric flower clip just above the knot of hair I survey the addition. It looks good, very Spanishy and the white flower ties in with the skirt and pulls the whole ensemble together, lovely.
I’m just sizing up a pair of gold hoop earrings, holding them up next to my face to establish whether they are too much, when the knock comes.
Sod it, I’ll have to leave the earrings, I think they were over the top anyway. Skipping to the door I open it up, smiling broadly, I feel ready tonight, composed and relaxed; my decision earlier has made everything clearer, simpler, I no longer feel swept away and out of control. I am in control, I choose how this goes, I have the power, the power over this beautiful, hot stud stood before me, ‘Oh Yes!’ I say to myself.
He is leaning carelessly against the door frame, in his custom open collar shirt, black trousers and light jacket, his full, soft lips puckering as he leans his face into mine. I happily oblige him, draping my arms around his neck and deepening his casual offering.
When I pull back he’s licking his lips, “I’m early, so we have some time, if…” he trails off jerking his head towards the bed behind me. I’m filled with a confidence I’ve never experienced before, it must be my sultry senorita look influencing me. Grabbing his hand I practically drag him into the room, spinning him around and pushing him onto the bed…
It’s not long before we are re-dressing, he did warn me briefly, between the throws of my attack on him, that it would only be a quick one as we had a place to be shortly. He was true to his word, but it was satisfying all the same, turns out I thrive from being the boss in the bedroom, who’d have known?
Just as I am bent down fastening my shoe buckle back up, Carlos rains down a smarting smack on my backside. Shrieking I jump up turning to glower at him, “sorry I couldn’t help it” he shrugs, “if you’re going to wave that peachy derriere around in front of my face, you’ve got to expect a cheeky spanking!?” he says as though it’s common knowledge.
“Well I’ll have to remember that” I say back smiling at this revelation. Jake had occasionally given me a soft pat in passing, but never in the way Carlos just did and it certainly never inspired me to rip off his clothes and ravish him like I’m contemplating doing right now.
“I know that look Kate, don’t even think about it, I want to show you what I’ve got planned tonight, not get distracted by you like last time” he stands wrapping his arms around me and kissing me longingly, “you’re insatiable” he finishes. Taking my hand in his he leads me to the door, I never knew I had ‘a look’ but he was spot on, so I guess I must do.
Walking along the weaving paths towards the main square of the resort which houses all of the restaurants, I realise I don’t know how old Carlos is. I had just assumed he was my age, but looking up at his profile now I’m not so convinced, there is not a wrinkle in sight, his skin is still tight and his complexion impeccable. Plus his vigour in the bedroom speaks volumes, from the age of thirty Jakes sex drive took a nose dive, of course that could just be down to our problems at home, but from speaking to Caz there does seem to be a pattern; Her sex life is still quite active, but nothing compared to what it was in their twenties.