“You bastard,” she said, spluttering as we emerged, but still laughing.
“Yes, I’ve been called that a few times in my life,” I replied, then swam away from her.
The moon was high, although partly behind a cloud, it still gave an amazing glow over the calm sea. Miriam swam past me. It was clear to see she had been a professional swimmer. She glided through the water with barely a splash. When she was just a dot ahead of me, she turned and swam back.
“Thank you,” she said quietly.
“For what?” I asked, knowing but wanting her to speak the words.
“For making me come, for fucking me…for pulling me back in line.” I nodded to accept her thanks. “Are you like that with all your women?”
“I don’t haveallmy women, but yes, I like to experiment, I like a willing partner, and I like to call the shots. It’s not the woman being compliant, but allowing me to express myself, and for that, I thank you.”
“It was different, for sure. And I know I’ll ache tomorrow. I might have to choose someone a little more sedate.”
I laughed, suddenly realising there was another evening. I might have peaked too soon.
“Do you want to see how long I can hold my breath?” she asked, somewhat randomly.
Before I could answer, she submerged and took my rather chilled cock into her mouth. The heat and the movement of her tongue as she sucked had me hard in an instant. I wrapped my hands in her hair and parted my legs a little to steady myself.
There came a time when I thought I ought to pull her up. I wondered what the record was for a breath held dive and thought she would be pretty close. Before I could, however, she rolled my balls in one hand while sliding her finger over the skin behind and then up to my arsehole. She gently inserted and before she even managed to get near where she wanted to be, I exploded. I could feel her chuckle as she swallowed my cum.
* * *
I had been back in my bedroom for about a half an hour. I’d showered and was lying naked on my bed. I periodically laughed, thinking back over the evening.
After ourswim, we’d managed to crawl to the shore, fighting the shifting sands as the tide came in and out. I’d slumped down on my back, exhausted, and Miriam had stood. Harry and Laura were sharing a daybed, she was wanking him hard and the slap of skin on skin actually irritated me. I took Miriam’s outstretched hand and rose, not that she had the strength to really help, of course. We walked back into the house, grabbing some towels that had been placed by the door before we did.
“I think I need to head to bed,” she said, and I nodded.
Without another word, she left the lounge. I grabbed a glass and shot of whisky, downed it, and poured another before heading to my bedroom. It was as I approached my door I realised, the last time I’d seen the key was when Miriam was swinging it around her finger and that was some hours ago. I laughed as I spotted it in the keyhole.
I stared out of the window, watching as the moon slowly slid behind a cloud and the room fell into total darkness. I slept then, until there was a gentle knock on my door the following morning. It was bright, the room filled with sunlight. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist to open the door.
A young girl stood holding a tray. “Breakfast is served in the dining room at nine, but we thought you might like coffee,” she said, handing the tray to me.
“Thank you, that’s very thoughtful.”
I kicked the door closed behind me and placed the tray on a small table in the corner by the glass panels. I sat and poured a coffee, added a little milk and sugar, and sipped. As before, Miriam swam naked, and I believed that was her daily exercise. When she strode over the sand, that time when she looked up at my window, she raised a hand in greeting and I raised my coffee cup.
My opinion of her had changed over the evening. At first I was sure she would never be my type of woman, and it wasn’t because she had complied in a sexual way, but she had softened. She wasn’t the ball-breaker she had come over as to begin with and I wondered if that was because, primarily, she was a successful woman in a male dominated world. Perhaps she needed those metaphorical balls to stay on an even playing field. I sipped on the fresh coffee and contemplated, wondered what the day could possibly bring and then I remembered something.
“You are sacked!” I typed on my phone and sent the text to Rebecca.
She replied almost immediately. “No, I’m not. You are loving it. I’ll accept that raise you are thinking about giving me when you get back.” She added loads of smiling face emojis.
I laughed as I replied, “All right, you’re not sacked but fuck the raise! Angela says hi, by the way.” I threw the phone down on the bed and decided to dress. I was hungry and looking forward to breakfast.
