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He
had turned the phone off once he had sent the message he was on his way back.
His intention had been not to be disturbed with the little time left he had
with Indi.
    After feigning fatigue, he
disappeared off to the privacy of his rooms.
    His earlier erection was still
persistently pressed against the material of his trousers. Now finally alone,
he couldn’t resist the temptation to touch himself any longer as images of Indi
and her tight yellow dress flickered through his mind like the beginning of a
movie reel.
    Suppressing a cry at the
sensitivity of his shaft even through the material, he strode determinedly for
the adjoining shower room.  Hastily he unbuckled his suit trousers, allowing
them to drop to the floor before pulling down his boxers to reveal the rock
hard erection. Removing the rest of his clothing eagerly, he stepped in the
double shower cubicle and allowed the warm water to begin to gush over his
flushed flesh for a few moments before he moved to grasp his erection once
more.
    With one hand resting on the
tiled wall, he gripped the engorged shaft with the other, and began rubbing the
flesh up and down, slowly then at a faster pace as his fantasy of stripping
Indi out the yellow dress began to manifest into a believable dream.
    He pictured pushing a stripped
naked Indi roughly against the wall, her back towards him as his mouth explored
the curve of her neck.  His hands caressed over her outer thighs and bum cheeks
sensually as he grinded his groin against her, wanting her to be fully aware of
how hard he was for her. 
    The dream Grey undid the belt
and zip to his trousers one-handed, allowing them to pool around his ankles.
Desperate to bury himself into her tight wetness, he barely freed his rock hard
erection from his boxers before his hands were gliding between her exposed
folds and slipping two fingers into Indi’s core. Her hips pushed hard against
his rotating fingers demanding further attention. “Ohh feeling greedy, are we?”
He teased, his excited breath coming in pulses against her ear. “Do you want
more?”
    “Yes, yes, more.” Indi moaned
as she arched her back and wiggled her bum against him.
    “Tell me exactly what you
want.”
    “I want to feel more of your
fingers fucking me.”
    The fantasy continued in this
vein as the real Grey continued to slide his fisted hand up and down his
erection, trying to keep his groans of pleasure to a muffled volume.
    As he floated up to the dizzy
heights of his euphoria, dream Grey plunged into her dewy folds, his hands on
both of her hips as he pounded away into her tightness, his aching balls
slapping against Indi repeatedly as he pulled in and out with every powerful
thrust.
    Both
Greys came with such ferocity; neither of
them could contain their roar of ecstasy. The real Grey by this time was too
far gone to care who heard him.
    Grey
had slept remarkably well considering all the nervous excitement and
anticipation fluttering up and down in his stomach. He had not been this
motivated over a woman in a long time, if ever.  H e was
determined to make it impossible for Indi to refuse his proposition of spending
the remainder of her holiday with him. 
    He’d avoided his usual morning catch-up calls from Richard,
who headed up security for the band, and he knew that his bodyguards would have
been onto Richard, updating him on the fact that he’d refused to let them to
accompany him out to dinner last night.  The bodyguard issue was a burden to
his privacy even before he started the band, but a necessity to his family
safety after a spate of botched kidnap attempts years before he was born.
    As one of his closest friends, as well as cousin, Richard
was an ex-army officer trained as a parachute reconnaissance officer and
weapons intelligence analyst was well placed to protect his interests.  He
expected Richard to give him a lecture over the security lapse the previous
night, but he was determined to put that off until later in the