7 - Get A Room

I could not possibly have felt more out of my element in this place. Since it was still cold out we were watching the tennis match in a large indoor gym. 

Chris made sure he was always touching me in some way, whether it was holding my hand or just putting his arm around me. It was incredibly relaxing and I sensed he could tell I needed it. 

Caleb, the client was just as pompous and annoying as expected. He was also quite a sore loser and that seemed to be all he was doing. 

His wife and their whole posse were equally stuck up and irritating. His wife was dressed in a yellow pantsuit and had one a ton of jewelry and make-up, she looked pretty ridiculous honestly. 

I didn’t understand much about tennis but it didn’t seem like he was even very good. Between things he would come over and talk business with Chris and I just tried to play along, completely checking out mentally. 

Lunch was served family style with several large trays and bowls of food that waiters walked around from person to person. I was immediately insecure about whether I was using the correct silverware … is that still a thing people noticed? 

“So Chris you want to hit a few,” Caleb asked. 

“Sure but I think I’ll just practice with Eve, she’s not much for tennis but maybe I can convert her,” he said, touching my thigh, making me perk up. 

I had been pushing some salad around on my plate and I guess he noticed my boredom. 

Caleb laughed, “good good always looking to convert more! Tennis is life!” 

Ha, ha, yeah right. Having money to pay your bills is life and that’s the only reason I’m sitting here right now. 

After lunch Chris led me to a deserted court in another gym and had me try a couple different rackets to see what I might like. They were all the same to me, I didn’t notice a difference. 

He turned on a ball thrower and I immediately protested, jumping far away. 

“Whoa whoa, you want me to stand in front of that!” 

Chris laughed, “don’t worry I won’t let you get hurt. Come here.” 

He was behind me and I felt his warmth. His hands slid down my arms and I shuddered, smelling him. It was like time moved in slow motion and I exhaled slowly, lost in the moment … just as a fucking tennis ball whizzed past my head, forcing me to duck. 

Chris laughed, “come on, we’ll be ready next time.” 

He got us back into position and showed me how to hold the racket. It was still another three balls until I finally connected with one. Once I stopped overthinking it all I began to giggle and enjoy myself. After about twenty minutes though I was exhausted, I was so out of shape! 

I turned to Chris and said, “why doesn’t the teacher show the student?” 

He raised his eyebrow, now put on the spot. I went and sat down Indian style ready for the show. 

Chris ran around for about half an hour, and Caleb, his wife and some others showed up. It didn’t take long before they started competing with each other, taking turns. I was so turned on, watching Chris constantly lift his shirt to wipe his brow. 

I ran a towel and water to him and he said, “hang on.” In a quick movement he took off his shirt and tossed it. 

He took the water, drank half and dumped the other half over his head. I bit my bottom lip and then froze, lost in his perfect body. He was slightly tanned, no hair on his chest and had a six pack … or an eight pack I couldn’t tell. His shoulders were broad and his arms looked like they could definitely pick me up. 

He caught me staring and grinned. 

“Like what you see,” he whispered in my ear, pulling me close to him. 

“Kind of … hard to miss,” I said, flashing my shy smile. 

His lips touched my neck and he gave me some little tender kisses, making me flush. 

“Ohhh get a room,” Caleb yelled, while laughing. 

Chris pulled away, but still had an arm around me, “hey, that’s a great idea!” 

Chris took the towel and dried off his chest, throwing it to the ground. 

“Was nice seeing ya, ‘til next time,” he shouted with a wave. 

Before I could register what was happening Chris picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, making me squeal. He smacked my butt and I giggled. 

Caleb yelled, “well it was nice meeting you Miss Eve, watch out for that one!” 

I was so lost in the moment I barely registered anything outside of the perfect view I had of Chris’ ass. 

I never, ever had someone pick me up before. It was a long held fantasy of mine to have a man strong enough to pick me up or carry me. 

Chris walked to the clubhouse and just casually pushed for the elevator like nothing was weird. I suspected we were probably getting a lot of stares but I didn’t look anywhere but down. 

The elevator opened and he stepped in, squatted down and set me on my feet. Our eyes met and I was breathless. I don’t know what possessed me but I launched myself at him and he did the same, our lips met, starved for each other. 

He lifted me up again, this time my legs went around his waist and my arms around his neck. He pushed me into the wall and our kissing became frantic. Our tongues found each other and we tasted each other. He tasted like the chocolate ice cream we’d had for dessert and I wanted more. 

I wasn’t sure I had even taken a breath. I got lightheaded, I was positively in heat. The elevator dinged and the doors opened, he dropped me back on my feet and pulled away. He took my hand and gave me a devilish grin. 

Where were we going, did this country club have hotel rooms? He led me down a hallway with doors that certainly looked like hotel rooms. He fished a key card out of his pocket and used his back to open the door. 

I went to step forward but he scooped me up bridal style and found my lips again. My hands immediately went into his hair, it was thick and soft, still damp from his water bottle shower. He laid me on a bed and kicked off his shoes. 

I stared at him and wondered if I was really about to have sex with one of my dates?! My body was on fire, begging for it and if it was what he wanted I wasn’t going to refuse him. Chris was the definition of every girl’s wet dream. 

I’d had one boyfriend in high school and one in college, both lasting about a year. Both ended badly, train wrecks and both were boys pretending to be men. But Chris, was all man, I guessed him to be at least 15 years older than me.

He took off his socks and moved to my legs. I was instantly self conscious that my feet were sweaty and I cringed at the thought. 

He stroked and kissed my shin and said, “how about I run us a bath?” 

He looked up at me with the most hopeful eyes, my voice was lost to me. I simply nodded and smiled. 

“Good, don’t move beautiful,” he said, getting off the bed. 

When he was out of sight I rolled over into the pillow and screamed into it. I quickly took off my shoes and socks to inspect the situation … seemed okay thankfully. I noticed my things for tonight and another bag I assumed to be Chris’. 

I can do this … hell my body needs this, it’s been far too long. What if it’s bad and he doesn’t want to see me again? We already had several other dates set up. 

What if another date at some point wanted to sleep with me? 

Suddenly I began to have second thoughts, and then I heard, “you ready baby?” 

I looked up to see Chris in a loose towel, barely hanging onto his hips. 

I stood up and the burning in my stomach decided for me, completely forgetting the fight my brain was just having. 

Chris held his hand out for me and leapt across the room to grab it. I wasn’t going to let my mind take over here. I wanted this, I needed this. 

My jaw dropped at the massive tub, easily enough for four and my eyes grew wide. I was nervous to let him see me naked, but hell he caught me in my underwear earlier, so I needed let go. He knew what he was getting! 

I let go of a breath I had held for far too long and got goosebumps. Chris moved behind me and began kissing my neck, his hands trailed down my sides and I let out a low moan. 

He found the zipper to my dress and took it down, he unhooked my bra shortly after. 

He began to push the sleeves of the dress down and then the waist of it, until it fell to my feet. He hooked his fingers in my bra straps and slowly pulled them down my arms, igniting the fire in my belly even more. 

I had never been more turned on and I knew this was only the beginning.