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crossed the
cobbled path, and Kate pushed the door open, letting Brock go ahead of her. She
took off her raincoat and shook the water from it before hanging it up on the
peg by the door. Yeah, she was in her nightwear but at least the lights weren’t
on so he wouldn’t see through the flimsy material. Well, not unless he was
Superman. Next she slipped off her Crocs. “You still feel queasy?” she asked
Brock.
    “A
bit, but not as much as I did on the boat.”
    “Guess you haven’t
acquired your sea legs yet. How about a ginger ale? That’s pretty good for
nausea.”
    “Sounds
good to me.”
    “Why don’t you go upstairs?
It’s the first room on the left, and I’ll bring some up to you.”
    “Thanks, and thank
you for letting me stay the night.”
    She nodded and walked
out toward the kitchen.
    By the time she’d
poured the drink and headed into the spare room, Brock was in bed. She walked
over to him. As she handed him the glass their fingertips brushed one another’s.
A jolt of electricity seared through her body. Was it the storm or did she find
him simply irresistible?
    Another flash of lightning
lit up the room and once again Kate could see the outline of his cock through
the sheet draped over his body. She remembered it erect and pushing into her
belly. If she was that kind of woman, she’d take off her nightie, lift up that
top sheet, and slide in next to him where she’d insist he make love to her. But I’m not that sort of woman. “I’ll
let you get some rest, and if you need anything, the bathroom’s right next door.
My bedroom is across the hallway.” And
why have I told him that? Wishful thinking maybe.
    “Great
and thanks. You’re an angel.”
     
    ***
     
    Brock woke up the
following morning to discover the sun peeking through the gap in the drapes. It
streaked across his face, causing him to squint and wonder where he was. He
focused on his surroundings. There was a painting of guess what, a boat, on the
wall opposite, a mirror above a dressing table…. Now I remember. He’d spent the night in Kate’s spare room. He felt
a hell of a lot better than he had six hours ago.
    Last night. His thoughts went back to
his gracious hostess, and he was able to better appreciate the sexual appeal
she’d exhibited the night before. Her body had been soft, ideal for cuddling.
Her boobs had pressed into his chest. He imagined they would be perfect for
touching and kissing.
    The icing on the cake
was when she’d brought him the ginger ale and stood in that nightwear next to
the bed. The lightning created the perfect backdrop. He’d seen her nipples
straining against the flimsy material. He didn’t think the room was cold so he’d
assumed she was turned on, hopefully by him. His gaze had drifted down her body
to the dark shadow at the apex of her thighs. How he’d love to let his fingers
get lost in those sable curls. He’d go treasure-hunting to find first her clit and
then her pussy, which he guessed was hot, wet, tight….
    Shit, he was making
himself sweaty just recalling the fantastic view. His cock sat up on his belly.
The last thing he wanted to do was jerk off in her place. He hadn’t needed to do
that in quite some time. Maybe he should get up and take a shower to cool
himself off. He got out of bed and pulled on his shorts in case he ran into
Kate. He didn’t want his nakedness embarrassing her…again.
    He opened the door
and stepped into the hallway. Kate’s door wasn’t closed all the way. He
wondered if she was up and about yet. He tiptoed over to take a look and peeped
into the small opening between the door and frame.
    Brock stepped back
quickly. Holy shit, she was…she was obviously experiencing the same problem as
him.
    He peeked again.
    She was flat on top
of the bed with her legs spread, nightwear hitched around her waist, going to
work on herself.
    He closed his eyes. I shouldn’t be looking but I need to…have
to.
    Brock had never seen
a woman masturbate in real life