One Foolish Night
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Only, his feelings were those of disgust, whereas hers were altogether different.
Holly couldn’t take her eyes off him, and wished it were her hand that stroked him now, that squeezed his hard-on and drove him ever closer to his climax. She wanted her hand to touch him and to cradle his balls, her mouth to capture him, her tongue to lick and suck him. And then, just before he came, she wanted to mount him and take him deep inside her and ride him until he shot his hot semen into her and filled her with it.
She wanted all those things and more. But all she would get was to watch, to see how Paul found pleasure by himself. She knew she should give him his privacy and not spy on him, but she couldn’t turn away. This was more exciting than any porn movie she’d ever watched. More thrilling than anything she’d ever done—except for the night she’d spent with Paul.
Holly moistened her lips and slid her hand to her sex, cupping it through the thin fabric and feeling how it pulsed in her hand. Her eyes were glued to Paul’s cock and his hand moving up and down on it, while she rubbed her finger over her clit. Through the fabric she felt the warm wetness that saturated her female folds.
His cock would slide into her with one thrust, and she would engulf him in her wet heat. That thought made her even hotter.
When another moan, this time louder, came from Paul, she felt a shiver run through her. Then she saw his body jerk and a moment later, semen spurted from his cock and rained over his hand and stomach.
Her womb clenched and she rubbed harder and faster over her clit. Seconds later, she pressed her lips together tightly in order not to make a sound as her orgasm broke and washed over her.
It took seconds before she was able to walk back to the bedroom and close the door silently behind her. Only then was she able to breathe again.
This was crazy! She had to get herself under control or the week ahead would turn into a disaster, making her life even more of a mess than it already was.
From now on she had to restrain herself and see him only as a client, a man she had to remain indifferent to, because there was no place for her or her child in his heart.
12
The drive from Manhattan to Montauk had been surprisingly pleasant. Holly had turned out to be a great conversationalist. Paul didn’t know why he was surprised. After all, as an escort she had to entertain the men she was with. Already, during dinner the previous night, he’d realized how easy it was to talk to Holly.
They had exchanged more information about their lives, all so their story wouldn’t blow up once they met his parents. Or so he told himself, though a part of him knew that he’d told her things about himself and his life so that she would get to know him better and maybe understand why he’d reacted the way he had over two months earlier.
He pulled into the driveway of his parents’ house and came to a stop. Killing the engine, he turned to her. “Ready for show time?”
Holly nodded. “I think so.”
“Good.” He got out of the car and lifted their luggage out of the tiny trunk. Meanwhile, Holly had gotten out and closed the passenger door.
With his key, he unlocked the door and set the suitcases down in the foyer. When Holly came in, Paul smiled at her and reached out. “We’ll have to hold hands. Just for my parents,” he murmured. When she accepted his hand and he felt her warm palm clasping his, a pleasant wave of warmth shot from his hand up his arm, then spread through his body.
“Mother? Dad?” he called out, but there was no reply. “Maybe they’re in the backyard.”
He pulled Holly with him as he walked down the wide hallway and into the open plan living area that opened up to a large terrace with a view of the pool and the little poolhouse adjacent to it. Opening the French doors, he stepped outside and let his gaze wander. Nobody was at the pool or sitting on the terrace. Beyond a row of shrubbery that provided some privacy, a wooden dock led over the sandy beach out onto the water. His parents’ boat was docked there, which meant they weren’t out on the boat either.
“Strange,” he said, turning to Holly. “They knew I was coming today.”
“Maybe they’re just out running errands.”
“Hmm, well, let’s get settled in the meantime.”
He looked at Holly, who appeared flushed all of a sudden. At the same time he realized that he was still holding her hand. It had been such a natural gesture that he hadn’t even noticed it.
“Do you want something cold to drink?”
She gave him a grateful smile. “That would be great.”
He led her back inside and walked through the adjacent dining area into the kitchen.
Holly couldn’t take her eyes off him, and wished it were her hand that stroked him now, that squeezed his hard-on and drove him ever closer to his climax. She wanted her hand to touch him and to cradle his balls, her mouth to capture him, her tongue to lick and suck him. And then, just before he came, she wanted to mount him and take him deep inside her and ride him until he shot his hot semen into her and filled her with it.
She wanted all those things and more. But all she would get was to watch, to see how Paul found pleasure by himself. She knew she should give him his privacy and not spy on him, but she couldn’t turn away. This was more exciting than any porn movie she’d ever watched. More thrilling than anything she’d ever done—except for the night she’d spent with Paul.
Holly moistened her lips and slid her hand to her sex, cupping it through the thin fabric and feeling how it pulsed in her hand. Her eyes were glued to Paul’s cock and his hand moving up and down on it, while she rubbed her finger over her clit. Through the fabric she felt the warm wetness that saturated her female folds.
His cock would slide into her with one thrust, and she would engulf him in her wet heat. That thought made her even hotter.
When another moan, this time louder, came from Paul, she felt a shiver run through her. Then she saw his body jerk and a moment later, semen spurted from his cock and rained over his hand and stomach.
Her womb clenched and she rubbed harder and faster over her clit. Seconds later, she pressed her lips together tightly in order not to make a sound as her orgasm broke and washed over her.
It took seconds before she was able to walk back to the bedroom and close the door silently behind her. Only then was she able to breathe again.
This was crazy! She had to get herself under control or the week ahead would turn into a disaster, making her life even more of a mess than it already was.
From now on she had to restrain herself and see him only as a client, a man she had to remain indifferent to, because there was no place for her or her child in his heart.
12
The drive from Manhattan to Montauk had been surprisingly pleasant. Holly had turned out to be a great conversationalist. Paul didn’t know why he was surprised. After all, as an escort she had to entertain the men she was with. Already, during dinner the previous night, he’d realized how easy it was to talk to Holly.
They had exchanged more information about their lives, all so their story wouldn’t blow up once they met his parents. Or so he told himself, though a part of him knew that he’d told her things about himself and his life so that she would get to know him better and maybe understand why he’d reacted the way he had over two months earlier.
He pulled into the driveway of his parents’ house and came to a stop. Killing the engine, he turned to her. “Ready for show time?”
Holly nodded. “I think so.”
“Good.” He got out of the car and lifted their luggage out of the tiny trunk. Meanwhile, Holly had gotten out and closed the passenger door.
With his key, he unlocked the door and set the suitcases down in the foyer. When Holly came in, Paul smiled at her and reached out. “We’ll have to hold hands. Just for my parents,” he murmured. When she accepted his hand and he felt her warm palm clasping his, a pleasant wave of warmth shot from his hand up his arm, then spread through his body.
“Mother? Dad?” he called out, but there was no reply. “Maybe they’re in the backyard.”
He pulled Holly with him as he walked down the wide hallway and into the open plan living area that opened up to a large terrace with a view of the pool and the little poolhouse adjacent to it. Opening the French doors, he stepped outside and let his gaze wander. Nobody was at the pool or sitting on the terrace. Beyond a row of shrubbery that provided some privacy, a wooden dock led over the sandy beach out onto the water. His parents’ boat was docked there, which meant they weren’t out on the boat either.
“Strange,” he said, turning to Holly. “They knew I was coming today.”
“Maybe they’re just out running errands.”
“Hmm, well, let’s get settled in the meantime.”
He looked at Holly, who appeared flushed all of a sudden. At the same time he realized that he was still holding her hand. It had been such a natural gesture that he hadn’t even noticed it.
“Do you want something cold to drink?”
She gave him a grateful smile. “That would be great.”
He led her back inside and walked through the adjacent dining area into the kitchen.
