Chapter 22

They stroll back to the hotel, Brad grabbing her hand to hold it gently.

“Is that okay?” he asks, not sure if she’s feeling obligated to do so.

“Yes, of course. It’s nice,” she replies.

He wraps her up with his jacket so she’s not bare and cold in the hotel lobby. He is taking such good care of her, and Jane is nervous he is going to ask her to have sex and expect her to be with him.

“I’m going to walk you to your room, okay? Then I’ll come back down to the lobby. I have some work to do,” Brad assures her.

Jane nods, feeling somewhat relieved, but then confused, wondering if that moment on the beach didn’t matter as much to him as it did to her.

They are in front of her room, and no one is around but the two of them. Brad reaches his arm above Jane and leans against the wall.

“I had a really wonderful night tonight. Thanks for taking a dip with me. It’s been a long time since I’ve had that much fun,” Brad says.

Jane can feel the warmth of his breath against her cool body. The cologne from his jacket wafts around her.

“The same for me,” Jane responds truthfully. “I don’t think I’ve ever played with anyone like that before.”

She smiles.

He lifts up her chin and kisses her lightly on the lips.

“If you need anything, I’ll be in the lobby, okay? Sweet dreams, Jane Bryden,” whispers Brad in her ear.

“Sweet dreams to you, Mr. Brad Halliwell.”

She turns to face her door and puts the card key in the lock while he walks away. She is shaking slightly, and wants to call out his name and pull him into her room, take off all his clothes, and push him down on the soft down bed.

She knows she can’t and she shouldn’t, but God, she wants to feel that hard cock against her one more time.

She goes into her room and on the bed there is a small box wrapped in a bow.

I wonder who puts these things here when I’m out, she wonders.

She opens the box and inside is a purple, sparkly vibrator. The kind that has a bend on the end, and a note that says ‘I want you to use this and orgasm five times before you come to breakfast tomorrow morning.’

Cheeky devil, thinks Jane. This guy is slick.

Jane opens the package and goes to the bathroom to wash up.

She looks at herself in the mirror. Her hair is wet and pulled down. Her bikini is damp, and she has sand all over her belly, thighs, and on her face. She sees a wild woman, someone she does not recognize at all.

“Who are you, Jane Bryden? Who have you become?”

She stares into her eyes and she no longer sees the naive, wispy, insecure girl in the scary big world. She’s attractive, bold, desired, sexy, and doing something totally and utterly crazy for the first time in her life.

She leans forward, looks at her cleavage in the mirror with the white bikini top tight against her boobs, her nipples peeking through. She rubs one tit, getting herself excited. She reaches down into her bikini bottom and starts circling her fingers around her clit, stroking her fingers in and out with her hips rotating, getting horny.

She imagines Brad walking in, saying nothing, and coming up behind her, ripping those bottoms off and sticking his cock into her pussy from behind while looking at her in the mirror. She would catch eyes with him as if to say, ‘give me more and more and more. Don’t stop fucking me, I want you to fuck my heart out until it hurts so badly. I want you to make me moan and scream and lose total control. I want you to throw me up against the wall and pound me so hard, I can’t take it anymore.’

Jane pulls out the vibrator and turns it on high. She pulls her bottoms down and massages herself all around, pushing it in and out of her pussy while playing with her clit with the other hand.

She knows Brad’s cock would be bigger and harder than this, but she loves fantasizing that it is him penetrating her now.

She stands with her legs wide open, leaning over the counter, watching herself in the mirror as she pushes her hands back and forth. She breathes heavier and deeper, faster now.

“Uggghhhhhh… aaahhhhhh… mmmmmm…”

She gushes with juiciness.

“Brad Halliwell, get over here and fuck me hard,” she says into the mirror, wishing he were on the other side of the door, listening in and stroking his cock. She wishes he would just get to it and give it to her.

The vibrator goes deeper, and Jane leans her head back and moans hard as she comes, dripping down her thighs. She goes over to the bed and flops on it.

“One down, four to go,” she says aloud. “Wow, Brad, I can barely keep up with you.”

Jane takes off her bikini, grabs a glass of cold water and lays on the bed, stark naked. She looks at her body in the mirror and actually likes it. Her nipples are a nice pink. Her small breasts have a sweet, round shape to them. She likes the thinness of her legs and the smoothness of her skin.

She tenderly rubs her body, her neck, and her hair. She caresses her bum. She reaches down and lightly touches the lips of her pussy, as if feeling it for the first time.

She rubs her palms on her pubic bones, giving herself a light massage. Breathing lightly, she sighs as she is getting all tingly while the sea breeze is blowing in through the windows.

She slowly gets herself to orgasm with the vibrator by rubbing it all over her body. She feels a wash of peace and love take over her. She falls asleep, knowing she has to make time for three more orgasms in the morning before she meets Brad for breakfast.