David
The days following should have gone as usual. It wasn’t as if the night I’d shared with the strange woman was any different than any other one night stand… at least, that’s what I tried to tell myself. I couldn’t ignore the feeling that sleeping with that repressed goddess of a woman was nothing short of transcendent. I almost regretted not leaving her my number, or even telling her my name, but that was against my personal policy. I couldn’t give her the idea that she had a chance of a relationship with me.
Regardless of how perfect those lips had looked wrapped around my cock.
Thoughts of her were becoming too much to stand — to the point that I couldn’t even focus on my job. Even worse, I couldn’t focus on any of my other fuckbuddies. It had to be achingly obvious that I had mentally checked out. I had a reputation to maintain, however, and if I couldn’t get my act together soon, I would have to take serious action.
As a matter of fact, perhaps serious action was just what I needed. Especially when serious action consisted of hitting the Bahamas for a nice, exotic vacation. It was one of my yearly allowances, taking a trip to the sunny beaches of the Caribbean. The beautiful women there were always a treat compared the usual women I flounced around with in the States. They threw themselves at me just like any other women, but it was like… getting a sip of a screwdriver after a month of drinking plain orange juice. It was exceptional.
I expected this trip to be nothing short of perfect, just what I needed to get that beautiful and captivating woman out of my mind. The woman, for what short time we spent together, had awakened a beast inside of me — a beast that craved her more than I’d ever wanted anything. It would have been easy to find her, sweep her into my arms and make her my own. Fuck her properly every night and treat her like the goddess she was….
What bothered me the most was just how appealing that thought was. I’d never been the type to get attached to the women I spent my nights with. They were just a means to an end, essentially. Once I’d spent my load, I didn’t need them anymore — I certainly didn’t spend days thinking about and pining over them. In spite of how I may have entertained the thought from time to time, I just wasn’t cut out for a relationship. There were too many beautiful women to limit myself to only one, no matter how enchanting she may have been.
“Davie…”
The familiar sing-song voice interrupted my thoughts, and I grudgingly turned my attention to the current bane of my existence — Angel. She couldn’t seem to get it through her head that I simply wasn’t interested in her — no, not even for a quick fuck. Not anymore. She was too clingy and a constant reminder of why one should never mix work and pleasure.
“Yes, Angel? Can you make it quick? I’m only checking a few files before I head out,” I said sourly, all too eager to board the plane that would take me to the sunny beaches I so longed for.
“I was just curious as to whether you’d like a bit of company on your trip… after all, you must get terribly lonely. I can’t imagine going on vacation all alone; I’d get so lonely,” she crooned, draping herself over my shoulder and meeting my gaze. Her voice grated on me like nails on a chalkboard, but she seemed to misinterpret the shudder that went through my body. “We could have so much fun together. I asked the managers if I could take the time off, and they agreed, so—”
Wait.
“You asked the managers if you could go on vacation with me?! Are you serious? Are you being serious right now, Angel?” I demanded, looming over her with barely restrained rage. This woman was more of an idiot than I had even begun to comprehend — which was saying a lot.
“Well, yeah. They wanted to know why we would need the time off together, so I told them about our relationship…” she trailed off, seeming to notice the fury in my gaze. She had the nerve to pout, as if that would soothe my anger, and reached out to touch my cheek. “Oh, don’t be mad. They would have found out eventually, wouldn’t they?” she pressed. It was all I could do to keep from simply grabbing and shaking the ignorant young woman.
“First and foremost, we’re not in a relationship. There is nothing between us, besides a couple of quick fucks, but that’s all they were, Angel. I don’t want to be in a relationship with you. I can barely stand to look at you right now. Do you realize how unprofessional I’m going to seem to the higher-ups? Next thing I know, you’ll be telling me that you told the boss how hard I rammed you in my office last week,” I said with a bitter scowl, crossing my arms over my chest. Her expression faltered, and my heart dropped into my stomach.
“Well, the staff manager is a notorious gossip, and she knew anyway! So I just thought… I just thought I’d fill in the blanks for her, is all. Let everyone know that you’re mine. You should be happy. I did all of the hard work for you.”
Yes, I definitely needed this vacation — more than I had even realized. I would have a talk with the managers before catching my flight, but for the time being, I would settle for getting away from this prattling bitch.
“I need to speak to the higher-ups,” I said firmly, trying to edge away from her.
“You won’t have to worry about the boss,” she said dismissively, keeping her hand on my hip as we moved. I opted to ignore the sour feeling in my gut, allowing her to enjoy herself for the time being. I wasn’t exactly thrilled over the idea of crushing her feelings, but I wasn’t particularly devastated either.
“Since when have I ever needed to worry about the boss? I just wanted to check in before catching my flight.”
She blanched, tapping her fingertips together.
“I’m just saying it might be wise to give it some… time, is all,” she murmured quietly, her head down. Narrowing my eyes, I gripped her firmly by the shoulders, forcing her to look me in the eye.
“Angel…” I gritted out, and she threw her hands up in an attempt to placate me.
“I’m sure they won’t do anything as extreme as firing you, but… uhm… I got chewed out. Just a tiny bit,” she explained weakly. I rolled my eyes, decidedly finished with the conversation. I turned my back on her, taking long strides to the manager’s office. Stopping just short of the room, I decided to hell with it; I could deal with the situation when I got back from my trip. I had a plane to catch and some worries to drink (and fuck) away. I paid little mind to Angel as she lagged behind me in the hall.
“So, I guess I’m not coming, then?”
I outright laughed at her audacity, shaking my head in disbelief.
“No, Angel. I don’t think so,” I chuckled, waving sayonara as I made my way out of the building. My car, my baby, was waiting for me as always, parked in my reserved spot. I frowned as I noticed a slight smudge on the hood, licking my thumb and rubbing at it for a moment. That seemed to do the trick well enough. I cast a lingering glance at the fertility clinic, wondering if it would be worthwhile to return. From the implications Angel had made, I would likely be in some sort of trouble for my somewhat unprofessional behavior. I wasn’t terribly frightened by the prospect, but it did dampen my interest in returning.
It was of little consequence at this point, though. It was something to think over when I wasn’t heading out for a relaxing vacation.
The ride back to my home was a short one, and I’d packed before going to tie up loose ends at work. It was just a matter of tossing my luggage in my car and heading out to the airport. First class or bust, baby. I was, admittedly, a bit anxious as I allowed my mind to wander back to the night I’d shared with… Goddamn, I really wish I had gotten her name. It was driving me insane, even as I tried to push her out of my mind.
I struggled to think of ways to make her seem unappealing to me, and a struggle it was. I entertained the idea that she was seeing someone but had needed a night of passion. I usually wasn’t one to impose myself into a happy relationship, but I felt certain that even if she were seeing someone, I could convince her to be with me instead. It was a near-crazed thought, as far as I was concerned.
Never before had I cared so much.
It was agony, but I was sure the sultry women at the resort would know just how to clear my mind. At least, that’s what I told myself. I had the suspicion that as soon as I entered one of the women, I would be making mental comparisons. It was a bad habit to have, but in most cases, I had a series of women that made up my ‘perfect fuck’ list. I guess I just hadn’t known what perfection truly was until it had been thrust into my hands. Well, onto my cock, more appropriately. Even the thought of her was causing a familiar stirring in my pants, and I gritted my teeth to try to ignore just how badly I wanted to touch myself. I was above it. I could have any woman I wanted, practically, so touching myself would almost be a crime. Yet as my mind’s eye pictured those thick, glossy lips wrapped around my dick, I realized that I was fighting a losing battle.
I pulled to the side of the road, glancing around to ensure there was no one in the vicinity. Not that it would have mattered — they’d have enjoyed the show. I tried forcing myself to simply focus on the task at hand and not let my mind wander to dangerous places. As I unzipped my jeans and reached into my boxers, a sudden jolt of pleasure shot through me. I didn’t want to stoop as low as masturbating to a woman I’d slept with — the fact that I was fucking myself in the first place was bad enough. Yet as I established a steady rhythm, I found myself matching the tempo she had set while she was blowing me. A squeeze there, a little brush to the head.
God. I was so into this strange woman that I was going to risk ruining the interior of my car. It wouldn’t take me long at the rate I was going, and I was suddenly stricken by an entirely unwelcome thought. I wished I knew whose name to scream as I sullied my dignity, as well as the floor mat I was aiming for. At least that could be easily cleaned or, better yet, replaced. I hated myself in that moment, despised how weak that siren had made me — what I’d been reduced to! I hardly ever bothered to learn their names.
I guess hindsight is 20/20.