Kaitlyn wakes up and looks at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It is flashing 4:09. She has managed to have sex four times in one night with a man who is great in bed and good company. She could get used to this. Her body was telling her about it though. She had to pee, but her legs didn't want to work so well.
Dragging herself out of bed, she had to will herself to move. After all, her legs were sore from top to bottom and well, she felt like she had just ridden a horse for a week. Not to mention, her pussy ached deeply. She didn't know if it ached because he wasn't in her or that he had been in her so many times. Kaitlyn would definitely have to tell one of her friends about this night for sure.
After she made it back to bed she curled up on her side and he turned over and snuggled up next to her. The smile on her face just couldn't get any bigger unless he got down on one knee right now and asked her to marry him. She knew that would never happen, so she was very content with what this was.
Going back to sleep, she dreams of sex and many other things before finally waking up at 10 a.m. The problem with this, is that Jon was no where to be seen. His pillow had an indentation where he had been laying, but when she sits up all his things are gone.
Standing up, she glances around the room and stretches. Shrugging her shoulders, she says, “What the fuck.” And then moves to the kitchen bare naked.
After searching the rest of the house, she realizes that he must have left for work and writes it off. “Oh well, at least I had a great night.” She mutters to herself and then grabs some cereal for breakfast.
As she sits down at the counter and eats, she wonders what to do today. “Hm. I must find someone to travel with. If I had more friends, I could take one of my girlfriends, but I don’t. So, decisions, decisions.” After coming up with not a single one. She finally decides to just go herself.
“Perhaps, I will find a handsome man abroad to continue my travels with. Who knows? Maybe he will be the one?” She says before she laughs.
Grabbing a shower and then getting dressed, she sets up the trip with a travel agent and then packs her bags. “This is it!” She states before closing the door behind her and heading to the airport. When she steps to the curb to grab a taxi, she almost gets hit before a young gentleman hails a taxi for her.
He turns to her and smiles before saying, “You’re welcome.” And then he walks off.
“Now that is exactly the kind of man that I want. Someone who is courteous and knows how to treat a woman, but with a hint of mysteriousness.” She whispers. After she rides to the airport, the driver grabs her bags and puts them on the curb before leaving.
Finding the right terminal, she checks in and leaves her bags there. Wandering around, she scans the room because she has about a half an hour before her plane leaves. Sitting across from the check in, is a woman in her fifties. She has all white hair, cut short and she is wearing bright pink lipstick. Her eyes stare at Kaitlyn as she walks by her and then she sighs a little when Kaitlyn stops.
Looking down at her, she asks, “Do I know you?”
She replies, “Yes, I was a good friend of your mothers years back before she died. It’s a shame what happened. It really is. I take it that you are taking a trip?”
“Yes, my estranged father has died, and I came into some money. I am going to use some of it so I can see the world before I get too old.” Kaitlyn says while she stands there glancing back and forth between her and the clock.
Keeping an eye on the time, Kaitlyn says, “Please excuse me, I must run to the ladies’ room before they start seating. It was nice talking with you.”
She nods and then Kaitlyn walks to the bathrooms. Once inside, she finds one of the unoccupied stalls and sit down inside. Shaking her head, she did not need the memories that came flooding back in when she mentioned her mother.
“That day will be the worst day of my life, for as long as I live. The day my mother died. I remember when the cops knocked on the door and told me that it was a drunk driver who slammed into her and crushed her vehicle. She was pinned for hours with no one to help in the middle of the woods.” She thinks to herself and then continues.
“Her car had been pushed off the road and down into a ravine, so no one saw her till a tow truck went by and noticed the tracks veering off the road. I was 16 at the time and it made my life a living hell because then I had to move from foster home to foster home till, I turned 18 and made a life for myself. If I would have known that I had a dad and he wasn’t dead, I would have found him.”
Sitting there for a few minutes longer, she glances down at her watch, and she realizes that it is time to board. Hurrying, she rushes out of the bathroom and to the gate to be seated. When she arrives, she notices a crowd and waits in line. Getting to her seat, she sits down after putting her carry on bag above her in the cabinet and then gets situated before buckling in.
In front of her, a big T.V. starts playing the warnings and cautions before the stewardess tells everyone to be quiet and sit down. When everyone is settled, the video starts over again, and she watches it as they take off.
The minute I step off the plane, I realize that this is going to be a good day. The sky is bluer than it usually is, and it feels mid 70ish out. This is the perfect temperature for a nice beginning to summer.Stretching my sore muscles out, I scan the crowd that is getting off the plane in front of me, and see a rather handsome man in his mid-30’s. He has a dark tan and is wearing a Rolex, so I can only guess that he is made of money. He almost oozes sophistication. However, when he turns around, I see that his face doesn’t hold the same appeal as the rest of his body.While rolling my eyes, I notice that he starts to walk up to me. Quickly, I walk the other way and avoid the gentleman temporarily as I collect my bags from the conveyor belt. Unfortunately, I didn’t wander far enough, because when I back up to leave, I back right up into the man with the Rolex.Turning around suddenly, I feel
“I thought that you might need rescuing.” He says as he stares at me now with such intensity that it is making me feel sensations I have never felt before. I wish I knew what his intentions were, because then I might have fought him when he grabbed ahold of my arm and whisked me away. Instead, I let him take me to his fancy sports car, and now he is driving me to some undisclosed location. The simple fact that I am at his mercy, should tell me something. Coupled with the nagging thoughts in the back of my head, it keeps me from sitting comfortably in my seat. In the silence of the car, he glances over at me and then states, “By the way, I am Sebastian. What is your name?” I hesitate for a moment, and then say softly, “I am Kaitlyn. Thank you by the way for saving me from the situation back there.” He nods and then the car fills with silence again, as we both try to figure out what to say next. When he doesn’t say an
When I tried to leave the next day and have him take me to a police station, he begs me to stay another day. Apparently, he doesn’t like his aunt, and with me there, at least he has someone to talk to that doesn’t think he is wasting his inheritance. “Sebastian, listen to me. If your dad knew how you are spending his hard-earned money, he would roll over in his grave. He would be disgusted with you, especially when he found out what you do with these women at the parties you frequent. I just don’t know about you Sebastian.” I catch a glimpse of her rolling her eyes at me when I overhear their conversation.After I sit down on the couch by Sebastian and wait for their conversation to be over, I study him. His long dark hair ends just above his shoulders and looks so soft this evening that I just want to run my fingers through it. Last night, I slept in his room, or shall I say we stayed in the bedroo
“Sebastian. Please come here now.” I hear his aunt demand from clear across the room. Apparently, she heard us fighting last night and now she disapproves of the current living arrangement. “Your parents would have never approved of all the things you do, let alone the fact that you are living with a woman you barely know. You need to stop this right now. Get rid of her!” The way she says it, just aggravates me enough that I storm out of the room and go to pack my things in a hurry. I hope he will take me to town, so I can go to the police station and figure out how to get back to the states. Honestly, I don’t know if they can help or not, but all I can do is try. There is another possibility. If I can find someone who is willing to lend me a couple thousand dollars until I go back to the States, I can get back on my feet again and then wire them the money. Hell, I will even sell the house I just purchased t
“Ma’am, how may I help you?” A young officer in his twenties, with blonde hair and blue eyes asks while smiling at me sweetly. When he smiles his dimples deepen, and it makes me stare at him unconsciously before I answer his question. Leaning in closer to the officer so Sebastian can’t hear me, I state in almost a whisper, “I need help getting back to the states. Is there any way you can point me in the right direction?” He stares at me as if he is puzzled by the question and then he asks, “What exactly do you mean?” By this time, Sebastian is right next to me and there is no point. I was trying my best to get out of here without asking him for a plane ticket. After all, the last thing I need is to owe him money or special favors. If I get back home, I can try to forget about him, but if I owe him, it may not be possible. All I will think about is that a handsome man here in Europe, loves making me cum over and over
Hearing the loud music, I stomp around my bedroom and fume about what is going on downstairs. I know damn well he will come up here and demand that I go down and participate. What he doesn’t realize though is I am about to refuse his request flat out. Even if he demands me to join him, I won’t. He can’t make me.Folding my arms around my chest, I go to the window and stare out it right before I hear a knock on the door. Jumping, I turn towards the sound and see his face peer at me with a smirk, before he asks, “Why aren’t you ready? I told you they would be here tonight. What did you not understand about my statement earlier?” As he finishes his questions, I watch as he stares impatiently at me.Refusing to say anything, I turn towards the bathroom and stomp into it before slamming the door behind me. As soon as I sit down on the edge of the tub, the tears fill my eyes and then cascade
As soon as I hear him speaking, I know that he is flirting with someone down below. Because I can hear it in the tone of his voice and the way he manipulates every word he says. See, he has this certain way about him, that as soon as he plays the game, girls just want to throw themselves all over him. I should know because I fell for it the minute we met.Of course, it didn’t hurt that he rescued me in my time of need. I really don’t have a clue what I would have done if he hadn’t been there precisely when this all happened to me. And when my world crashed down around me, he was there to pick me up and offer a helping hand. One could almost say, he is my knight in shining armor, almost.If he wasn’t into weird sexual stuff, I would stay in a heartbeat with him, because I do love him after all. That is the sad part, I have always been a one-man woman, and now he is asking for me to share him with ot
After quickly dismissing the group of guests’ downstairs, he rejoins me in my room and then says, “We have to talk.” Before walking over to the bed and taking a seat on the edge by me. “Do you want to go home? Because if you do, I will arrange it tomorrow. I know you have been here too long, and this is clearly not your scene. But you must realize that this is hard for me, because I am so used to women who do anything for me.” He pauses for a split second while he stares out the window at something, then he continues, “It’s a bit strange for you though, isn’t it?” His voice trails off and all that is left in the room is silence. Frowning, I feel bad, because he seems to be trying so hard. He just doesn’t get it and never will. I love him damn it, and this is too much. I can’t change myself that much for someone I barely know, even if I do love him with all my heart. Shaking my head, I answer him quietly. P