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The plane landed at Aeropuerto de Palma de Mallorca and
Lindy let go of her tightly held breath. The palm trees swayed in the hot wind
and she smiled, proud of herself for saying yes. As they taxied to a stop and
waited for the crew to open the door and unfold the steps, Lindy saw Tom
waiting for her behind the metal fence. He looked tanned and rested and—hopeful.

She descended the rickety steps slowly in her high-heeled
sandals. The scarlet-red shoes matched the profusion of poppies that sprouted
on her full-skirted sundress. As she reached the runway, a gust of wind took
her by surprise and she reached up to keep her wide-brimmed hat in place.

Unfortunately her save would have been better served on her
skirt. The dress billowed in the breeze, exposing her matching red panties. Tom’s
warm laugh could be heard above the din of the aircraft and she smiled.

He reached for her carry-on and slung it over his shoulder
before kissing her cheek.

“Nice preview, Lindy. I like red.” A tiny tingle inside her
began to grow and the warm breeze blowing at her skirt was doing little to dry
her damp panties.

Tom tossed her bags into the back of an open Jeep and
reached for Lindy’s hat.

“It looks lovely, just like a movie star’s, but I’m afraid
it won’t work in the Jeep.”

Lindy looked at his tousled hair and sun-warmed skin. The
khaki shorts were fitted and the pale-blue shirt highlighted his eyes.

I went to all the trouble of hair, makeup, manicure and
new dress and he shows up in shorts and t-shirt looking a thousand times better
than me? So not fair.

Lindy was glad to see him. She really had missed him this
time.

Tom helped her into the Jeep and opened the glove box.
Pulling out a length of twine, he handed it to her. “Here, tie your hair back.”

“What, with this? I—”

“It will get tangled if you don’t.” Lindy did not want to be
a prima donna. She found it sweet he would even think about it. It wasn’t as if
they were going off-roading but she wound the twine around her hair in a close
ponytail anyway.

Tom left the airport and pulled into traffic. The flow of
cars moved quickly and Lindy clutched the dashboard for dear life. Darting and
dodging, Tom made a wide left and headed down a road close to the waterfront.

With the wind in her hair and the sun on her face, Lindy let
go of pretense and laughed fully. Tom shifted gears and then squeezed her hand.
A little tour of the breathtaking scenic back roads and he headed into town.

Pulling to the curb, he walked to her side and helped her
down from the Jeep. As she stumbled, Tom wrapped his arms around her waist and
steadied her. He whispered in her ear. “Those strappy little sandals should be
worn in our bed, not on the uneven streets of Palma.”

“That may be so but I assure you I can manage.”

“I have no doubt, Belinda. I forgot who I was talking to.”

His tone was curt and Lindy felt a bit awkward. Maybe this
was a mistake. After all what did they really know about each other? On the
outside it appeared they were very different. Their conversation was often tinged
with disdain. If it was just about sex, then Lindy might as well lay back,
spread her legs and enjoy it.

Tom led her to a table at the outdoor café on the corner. He
ordered a bottle of wine and together they selected several small plates from
the local delicacies on the menu.

“Lindy, can we start over? I am a bit nervous too.”

“Sorry, Tom. I just—well, the traveling, all the excitement.
I didn’t mean to sound difficult. Thank you for inviting me.”

“It’s my pleasure and you have nothing to apologize for. I
have never done this before.”

Tom was usually not at a loss for words and Lindy found his
vulnerability refreshing.

“Done what?” She laughed.

“Invited a woman to stay with me.”

“Oh, you normally love ’em and leave ’em, huh?”

The look of pain in Tom’s eyes didn’t really seem like hurt.
Lindy thought it was something more.

“I am sorry, Tom. I didn’t mean—gosh I am making a mess of
things.”

“Will you quit apologizing? I suppose I have given you every
reason to believe that. I am—complicated.”

Lindy couldn’t believe that a man was admitting this to her.
She wanted to think he was a dog like all the others. It made it easier when
the inevitable heartache paid a visit. But she needed to at least give him a
chance.

“Well, Tom, so am I. I guess we have more in common than we
thought.”

“How was your flight?”

“Uneventful, thanks.” He squinted in the sunshine, but Lindy
could tell he was staring at the generous mound of cleavage pouring out of the
top of her dress. Her nipples were instantly hard and peeked out from the thin
cotton.

“Cold, Lindy?” he asked, his tongue tracing his bottom lip.

“No, fine, thank you.” Lindy crossed her legs and swung the
top one nervously. She could feel the excitement building within her and
suddenly she was hungry for more than lunch.

As if on cue the waiter brought the plates of tapas to the
table and the aroma of food made her rethink her priorities. Sharing the
assorted choices and the wine, they relaxed into an easy conversation. They
talked about her novel and the repairs on his boat, the weather and what they
might see while she was here.

The undercurrent of desire held a steady pull on both of them
as they pretended to be content. Lindy insisted on paying the check—it was the
least she could do since Tom had arranged and paid for her flight and she
assumed she’d be sharing his hotel room as well.

She knew Tom was uncomfortable but she slid it to the waiter
when he wasn’t looking. She had always paid her own way and now would be no
different. She didn’t need someone to take care of her—she just wanted someone
to love her and let her return that love.
Not just someone but Tom.

“Come, love.” He rose and stretched out his hand. Lindy
couldn’t help but giggle as she realized his words might be enough to actually
make it happen.

He drove to the small, quaint hotel in silence. It was in
the older part of the city and embodied the feel of the island. The terra cotta
walls were broken by dark woodwork and the wooden stairs creaked noisily as she
followed behind Tom and her luggage.

He turned the brass key in the lock and motioned for Lindy
to go in ahead of him. She hesitated briefly before plunging headfirst into
unsure territory. The room was dark, the shades drawn to keep out the afternoon
sun. A quiet darkness filled the space. The antique bed rose high off the floor,
covered with a soft, faded quilt. The wine had made her sleepy and she longed
to crawl between the cool sheets.

“Good Lord, woman, what did you pack?” Tom asked as he
dropped her heavy bags.

“Always be prepared, that’s my motto.”

“Prepared for what—a nuclear holocaust?”

“Very funny. Quit complaining. You, my dear Tom, will be
lucky recipient of my style show.” She thumped her finger against his chest
playfully.

“Oh. I hope you brought some naughty things?”

“You will just have to wait and see.”

Tom reached out and cupped her breast, giving it a squeeze. “I
can’t wait.” He looked at her intently.

“Tom, I need a shower. I am hot and dirty.”

“Just how I like you.”

Lindy kissed him, letting her tongue slip inside his mouth
briefly before heading for the bathroom and closing the door. She stepped into
the tepid water and let it cool her body and her libido.

Okay, girl, get a grip. You can do this. Just because he
is experienced doesn’t mean you can’t seduce him. He did invite you, didn’t he?

Lindy stepped under the spray and began to wash her hair.
She heard the shower door close and before she could wipe the shampoo from her
eyes, Tom’s hands were on her tummy and his erection was pressing into her
bottom. Sighing, she settled back against him and let him explore her.

Cupping her breasts, he squeezed them together and let his
thumbs flick across her nipples. Lindy’s knees grew weak. Tom held her steady
and turned her to face him. Pushing her wet hair from her face, he kissed her
so deeply that Lindy groaned right into his mouth.

His hands were everywhere—sliding in the slippery suds,
whisking the water from her skin. He washed her, his fingers slipping and
sliding with ease over her body. Lindy moaned as the pleasure filled her.

Tom pushed two fingers inside her and began a steady rhythm,
pumping against her G-spot. His arm around her shoulders, he held her up as the
orgasm blew through her without much warning. The hot gush of her release was
washed away by the cool water.

Lindy smiled at him and tried to steady herself. She could
see the need heavy in his eyes. Holding on to his shoulders, she lowered to her
knees and took his cock into her mouth, cupping his balls in one hand, stroking
along the length of him with her other.

She sucked and licked and teased him with the tip of her
tongue, running it over the smooth head of his cock and letting it press into
the top of her tongue. Breathing in, she opened her throat to take him deeper,
gripping his hips with both hands to control him.

Tom groaned as she moved back and forth over the length of him.
His thickness choked her a little but she loved the feel of him in her mouth,
loved the taste of him on her tongue. Reaching for his balls, she held them in
her hands and pressed her index finger on the delicate flesh just behind.

“Oh fuck, Lindy. That feels so good. I’m so close.”

Lindy moaned. She loved the feeling of giving him pleasure. She
increased her tempo.

His hands were in her hair. “Please, you have to stop. I
want you now.”

Lindy did not miss a beat. He hadn’t stopped her, so maybe
he was just talking.

Tom pulled her off his cock by her hair and lifted her to
her feet. Turning off the water, he stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel
around Lindy’s trembling frame.

Dripping on the tiles, they kissed and embraced, making
their way to the bed. Falling together, they bounced on the firm mattress and
Tom flipped her to her back. He lifted himself to his elbows and Lindy could
see the desire in his eyes.

“Lindy, I—”

“Tom, it’s okay. We are here together. It is enough.” Lindy
didn’t know when she had become calm enough to take control of the situation
but she wanted this so desperately. She suddenly knew what to do to make it
happen.

Tom breathed a sigh of relief and his body relaxed. After
donning a condom, he lifted her legs so that her feet were flat on the bed.
Wriggling her hips, she pressed her heat against his rock-hard cock. Tom slid
his hand under her bottom and lifted her hips. Lindy took a deep breath and
held it. The first thrust was so intense Lindy knew she would never forget the
moment. The feeling of fullness and completeness as he pushed into her surprised
her as he stretched her to her limits physically and emotionally.

Tom wriggled his hips, settling deeply into her core. The
feeling of her tight heat was overwhelming him and he wanted to explode inside
her. He prided himself on his ability to give pleasure but at this rate he
would be taking without remorse.

Looking into Lindy’s eyes he saw—what? Desire, yes, need, definitely—but
there was something else. Fear, perhaps?
Oh God, I can’t do this.
She
needs so much more than I can give.
He closed his eyes and tried to clear
his mind.

“Tom, look at me.” He opened his eyes and saw her trusting
gaze. God, she was beautiful. He knew he was in way over his head but he decided
to go for it.

“You are so beautiful, so sweet. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He started to move slowly inside her.

“I am a big girl. I want to be with you even if only for a
little while.”

Tom had no idea how he had gotten so lucky. She was beautiful
and smart and funny—and she cared for him in a way he did not even care for
himself. Her gift was being able to get what she needed by giving what came
naturally. Her care, her love, poured out of her without cease and Tom knew it
wasn’t calculated—it was simply who she was.

He pushed all the way into her once more and Lindy rose to
meet him. He stroked slowly and thoroughly. Continuing the pace, he watched
Lindy’s face change before his eyes. Her skin was flushed a pretty shade of
pink, her eyes narrowing catlike as she moaned and moved along with him.

The walls of her cunt were tightening. He could feel the
contours change as she grew ready for what he had to give. She was soaking wet
and he slid easily in and out.

Lindy wrapped her legs around his back and raised her hips
higher to take him deeper. He moved faster and she met his thrusts. He watched
Lindy’s head drop back and her eyes roll up. The sounds of her passion were
urging him on as he drove her closer and closer.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

“So good, Tom. Just like that.”

“Like this?” He moved his hips side-to-side, his pelvis hard
against her sex.

“Ooh, that is—”

“What, love?” Tom continued to stroke, pausing only to grind
his hips into hers and move against her clit. His cock was so hard and his
balls were full, drawn up tight. Nothing had ever felt quite like this before.

The pleasure surged through him and he let go of his
control. Moving faster, he knew she was close and he let his body take over.
His gaze focused on hers as he watched the pleasure in her eyes. No hiding in
the dark with Lindy—she made him want to experience more than just sex.

Her body tensed as she pulled him closer and pressed her
breasts into his chest. Lifting her body into his embrace, she screamed as she
fell over the edge. Howling along with her, Tom exploded, shooting his seed
into her warm, wet core.