4. Diana
Diana
Pulling up to the resort, my eyes go wide when I see the large building surrounded by beautiful flowers, the ocean in the background. I've never seen anything so beautiful. Maybe it won't be so bad staying here for a week while I rest. I could do worse, right?
I haven't been on vacation since I was a young child and with my family. That was all before basketball. Basketball has been my life’s purpose since I was a kid, and now the idea of not having it in my life seems not right.
But the idea of not being good at basketball after my injury and then being asked to leave or passed on to another team, would hurt too much.
I'm not sure what to do. Should I keep playing until the league doesn't want me anymore or just take my cue and retire?
It's almost like the options are too much and it makes me nervous.
The driver parks and I take a deep breath, trying to force myself to relax. I grimace at the thought, because what the hell is relaxing?
He opens the door and I step out. Seeing the beauty of the building up close stops me in my tracks. It looks even more like heaven now.
The bellhop comes up to me, reaching for the luggage that I didn't realize the driver had placed beside me. "Can I take your suitcase, Ms. Hayes?"
"Yes, please," I reply.
Taking a step toward the front desk, I notice something from the corner of my eye and turn to get a clearer look.
The moment I see him, I can't help but stare at the attractive man in front of me.
He seems to be staring at me in return, and he doesn't seem to be ashamed of it one bit.
He stands tall, really tall. I'm a tall woman, you have to be when you play basketball professionally, but I can tell that this man has a few inches on me.
He has a sun shirt on, but it clings to every muscle in his chest, and I imagine that he has a full plate of abs under it, too.
Licking my lips, I can't help imagining my fingers skating over each bulge on his body.
My clit throbs when I picture him between my thighs, the scruff on his chin scratching me as he sucks on my clit. I take a shuddering breath as I feel my panties get drenched with the idea of a man, one clearly too young for me, spearing his tongue into my pussy.
Before I'm able to let the fantasy get too far, the bell hop’s voice breaks the trance I seem to be in, pulling my attention toward them. "You know, I'm a huge fan."
Plastering on a smile like I've been taught since the moment I signed my college team contract, I say, "Thank you. I always love to meet a fan."
He grins back at me, and I can tell that I've made his day. "Shall I escort you to the front desk, so you can check in?"
"That would be wonderful," I tell him as I follow him to the front desk.
Glancing back over my shoulder, I try to get another glimpse of the man I saw before but he's gone.
Disappointment fills me, but I'm not sure why.
I don't even know who that man was, nor do I need the distraction.
As fun as it would be to fall into the arms of a man and have him orgasm all my problems away, that's not going to be helpful.
No, I'm here to relax and figure out what I want to do with my future.