Chapter 33 #2
‘I’m not on social media so I won’t see them. And anyway, if they don’t see my face, body or any identifying features, what are they going to criticise? My hat? I can live with that.’
Good point.
‘Maybe we should take some time to think about it. So I know that you’re really sure. You could still be in some sort of post-orgasm haze. I need to know that you’re making a decision with a clear head,’ I insisted.
‘Honestly, I’m fine! I’m tired of overthinking stuff. If I’d had too long to think about us hooking up, I never would’ve done it and I would’ve missed out on five mind-blowing orgasms. Imagine! That would’ve been a travesty. My poor pussy would never have forgiven me!’
She laughed and the sweet sound made my chest inflate.
‘Look, I came here to find my Mr Right and although we’re not gonna sail off into the sunset together and live happily ever after, I’m realising that doesn’t have to mean that the holiday is a disaster.
Life can’t always be perfect. Sometimes it doesn’t have to be all about finding Mr Right.
Sometimes having a fun experience with Mr Right Now is enough. ’
‘I like your thinking,’ I nodded.
‘I know, right? Look at me sounding all mature and wise and shit! All joking aside, it’s true though.
I also came here to push myself out of my comfort zone and I feel like I’ve been doing that.
I’ve ridden a horse, for God’s sake! I’ve started taking photos again and allowing myself to be in them, which is a big deal for me.
And I’ve had a reckless one-night stand – something I never thought I’d do.
So why not continue my crazy streak by going totally wild and allowing you to post a photo of me on Instagram! ’ She laughed again.
‘Okay. Thank you. I really appreciate you helping me out. We’ll do it later,’ I said, not wanting to interrupt our morning by posting. I’d rather spend that time with her.
‘You’re welcome.’
The fact that Halle offered to do this for me meant a lot. There weren’t many people who’d try to help me out – especially if it was something that involved a personal sacrifice.
I could thank her a thousand times, but it’d be better if I showed her.
‘To demonstrate my appreciation, I’d like to go down on you. Unless you have any objections?’
My cell buzzed again, making us both jump.
Halle picked it up before I got the chance to get to it.
‘Yikes!’ Her eyes bulged and my stomach tensed. My messages were previewed on the home screen so Halle would be able to read at least the first few lines of whatever had been sent. And if it was who I thought it was, it’d be bad news. ‘I’m guessing Wilma’s your agent, right?’
‘Yeah…’ I said, even more worried about what she’d seen.
‘Well, Wilma needs to work on her bedside manner and be more polite.’
‘What did she say?’
‘She said, and I quote: “What the fuck are you playing at? Post the fucking photo of your match unless you want me to come down to the hotel and cut your fucking dick off!” I guess she really wants you to post a photo!’ Halle laughed before handing me the phone.
I exhaled, relieved that Wilma hadn’t said anything more incriminating.
‘Yeah.’
‘Well, after experiencing the pleasure your dick brings, I cannot in good conscience allow her to destroy it. So if I hadn’t already decided to let you post a photo before, that definitely would’ve changed my mind. Jake Myers’s dick must be protected at all costs!’ she chuckled.
‘Thank you. My dick appreciates your concern for its wellbeing!’ I laughed and my shoulders loosened.
‘So go on then, do it. Let’s get Wilma the evil dick slayer off your back.’
‘Sure?’
‘Yes!’
I could tell she was tired of me asking and double-checking but I didn’t care. I had to be sure, because something told me that once I posted this photo, even without her showing her face, there was a chance that there was no going back.
‘And you know that if I post this, it might not be as easy and straightforward as you think? If someone really wants to find you, they can.’
‘Maybe. But it’s unlikely. All the guests signed NDAs so they’re not allowed to reveal our identities and once we leave this place, we’ll never see each other again, so there’ll be no story for anyone to pursue and no more photos, so people will lose interest pretty quickly.
It’ll be fine. Find the photo of us on the horses, add it to your Instagram account images selection, then give me your phone. ’
I did as she asked.
Halle selected the image, then wrote something quick in the caption.
‘What d’you write?’
‘I thought it was best to keep it simple so I went with “admiring the views” and a love-heart emoji. Okay with that?’
‘I am if you are.’
‘Great!’ she said as she pressed the ‘post’ button. ‘Done! Now Wilma will be happy and you can be more relaxed too.’
‘Thanks, Halle, that really means a lot. If Wilma’s happy and I’m happy, it’s only right that you get to enjoy some happiness too, am I right?’
‘You are.’
‘So, how about me showing my gratitude by eating your sweet pussy for breakfast?’
‘If you insist, I suppose I could let you,’ she mock sighed, then laughed.
As I slipped under the bedsheet, dipped my head between her legs and tasted her, I let out a contented sigh.
Halle had said earlier that she’d pushed herself out of her comfort zone by having a reckless one-night stand with me.
But as I licked her slowly from her entrance to her clit, I knew that one night with her would never be enough.
I wanted to devour her every single day as often as possible whilst we were here.
Now I just had to hope that Halle agreed to let me…