Saturday, July 16, 2011
Hot Tub Fun
Kazim watched as the scantily clad woman slid into the poolside hot tub. Her mousy brown hair stood out in spikes all over her head. While her fuller figure might make some men scoff or look away, she drew his gaze every time, he'd seen her since he and Stanislus had moved into the small apartment Dante had rented them.
Macy looked up. She knew someone watched her. As she gazed around the poolside, she knew no one was near by. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling she was being watched and studied. At the same time, she wasn't afraid. How she could feel safe puzzled her. Two night earlier she'd met one of the two new neighbors in the building.
They hadn't spoken more than a brief exchange. His hello and her hi mere whispers upon the light breeze blowing through. He'd asked if he could join her and pointed to a spot opposite her on the other side of the tub. The tub could safely seat 10. She'd nodded yes.
The only sound he made was his light splash as he slipped into the water. His shoulder length dark hair dipped into the water as he arched his neck back. God the muscles on his chest stood out each time he stretched before sinking deeper into the water. If the light had been better, Macy bet his eyes were as dark as his hair. If she glanced at him just right, she could almost swear his eyes glowed and then he'd smile.
Kazim could almost read her thoughts from where he sat on the small exterior patio two buildings over. Their silent exchange that night had lit a fire that neither of them expected.
He'd learned her name from the receptionist at the complex's office, Macy Turner. He liked the way it rolled off his tongue as he purred it every time he'd caught sight of her.
Macy's lush tush and ample bust moved with a rhythm all their own. She strolled with a grace he hadn't seen since he'd left his lush mountain range back in Alaska. He didn't care she was human and mortal. He wanted her. Lust's need had slammed hard through him as her first scent rolled up his nostrils and eased its way along his pallet. Would she taste as wonderful if he licked her? Nibbled his way along her thigh inching upwards toward her clit?
Macy jerked, turning around. She could feel his hands sliding up her arm and around her shoulder. Where was he? She'd dreamt of him the past two nights. The stranger, her neighbor.
Lord, now her fave fantasies centered around a hot tub and the man with the long black hair and glowing eyes.
Happy Weekend Everyone! Hope you're keeping cool with this heat wave gripping sections of the country. Remember to share a few good books with your spice and loves! Buy a copy of Jet Lag Blues and turn the air conditioning way up!