My First Fan

From one of two white-painted wooden chaise lounge chairs under the semi-domed beach shelter, Mark Atwater watched the stunning, dark-haired, trophy wife glistening under the sun in her tiny string bikini. After laying next to her husband, who continued to yell business deals into his phone, she tugged its tight, ivory bottoms from her rounded cheeks.

The day before, he hadn’t seen those—they were as impressive as the rest of her.

Mark chuckled, wondering if she could identify him. He shouldn’t have done it, but a gift ... Like her. Well, he had needed ... really needed somebody safe. And, since she was married, she would not ... could not pursue him. This trophy wife already possessed all the money his wife ... no, ex-wife had craved.

Soon though, Mark caught her expression change. At first she appeared unsure, but all at once a gasp slid from her lips. Such pretty lips. So talented. Oh, yes. Her eyes widened as she pursed her lips. Yep, she’d recognized him. At that point, he braced. She should have either screamed and called the police or ... No matter, she did ... nothing. When Mark let a wide, knowing smile slide across his face, the woman gnawed her lips and squirmed deep into her towel; her eyes, still so hungry, gazed at him.

With a chuckle, Mark sipped his drink and let the memories flood his sun-warmed mind.

The previous day, after pulling into the hotel’s lot, drained from the drive, Mark had glanced at his silenced phone. The first tap brought his divorce attorney’s surprisingly low voice.

“Hello, uh ... Mr. Atwater. Your wife, um, your ex-wife, signed the papers.” There was a pause before he added. “Um, you should know she sounded very sor—”

With a snarl, he slashed the “delete” button before doing the same for the four unheard messages from his wife ... ex-wife. The time stamp on the phone message. The lawyer had called halfway down I-75, south of Macon. Of course, she’d signed. After six months of preparation, he’d made damned sure she had no choice.

Still cursing under his breath, a couple caught his eye. Not so much him, but her—the trophy wife. Wrapped in a skintight white shoulder-less dress, with her dark hair perfectly coiffed and gold jewelry dangling from ... everywhere, each sensuous motion as she followed her husband was that of a graceful dancer. She exuded ... sex.

As he scratched his head, Mark stifled a laugh. Why had “trophy wife” even popped into his mind? That was unfair. Though after once more scanning them, the chuckle slipped free. Appearing half her husband’s age, she was lean and vibrant, while he looked harried and aged well beyond his years. Reddening from the sun, his forehead dripped with sweat from only the short walk across the front drive.

Oh well, not his concern. He sighed. Good luck to them. Better luck than he’d had. Mark was here to get away ... from everything. And everyone. Just a few days at the beach. Surf, sunshine, and ... Nothing else. With a nod, while handing a valet the key fob, he stepped from his car.

Of course, having said all that, Mark couldn’t tear his eyes from her. With a sigh, he shrugged; at least he would have an enjoyable memory on the beach later. On the other hand, her husband was the polar opposite—eminently forgettable.

Only a nice memory? Yes. That’s it. No more. It was too soon. Despite the pointless grin slipping onto his face as he approached the hotel entrance, he shook his head. Yes, definitely too soon.

Jenna was following her husband, Al, into the hotel, when she tripped, losing her balance. Al, on his phone trying to score a good deal, never even noticed, but an iron hard grip pulled her upright and slapped her safely against his solid chest.

The world melted away when she glanced up into the most alluring, steely gray eyes. Bottomless. So warm. So inviting. Deep inside, flutters wound through Jenna’s entire body. Those flutters became deep roaming tremors at his quick, easy smile before he freed her to wobble after Al.

As they stood before the front desk, Mark watched the trophy wife ... Mark no longer chuckled at the appellation. It fit her. After losing her balance in her ridiculously tall heels, flushed and wide-eyed, she slipped from Mark’s hands and returned to her husband ... Her short, rotund, older-looking, pale, and unshaven husband. Her meal-ticket. Loud and gruff, he was checking them in while still managing to yell into his phone. As he waited behind them, Mark caught her sidelong glance; gleaming, deep green pools scanned him from head to toe.

Perhaps it was too soon, but Mark couldn’t help it. A little fun, if nothing else. He let a grin slip onto his face. As she swallowed, the most wonderful shade of red traveled up her neck and cheeks. But her eyes met and held his. Well, at least she was playful. But she was also very much not his toy. And Mark didn’t need toys. Not anymore. No, he needed solitude.

“Are you sure you still want to do this, sweetie?” In a wavering voice, her husband asked, his hand over the phone.

Though she ran the tip of her pink tongue over her glossy lips and flashed a thin grin at her husband, she managed a furtive nod at Mark. Moreover, she whispered loud enough to ensure Mark could hear her response. “Yes ... Yes, please, dear.”

After raising his eyebrow at her husband’s concerned tone, her quick glance and her reply, Mark only shook his head as the mismatched couple headed across the lobby. However, as he turned to answer the desk clerk’s call, the woman’s deep green eyes once again flicked to him. As much as Mark should have felt some shred of disgust ... The image of his wife ... ex-wife ... on her knees ... bobbing came flashing into his mind. He didn’t. Not at all. This was just fun. A bit of playfulness after a long drive. So, after letting his grin widen, he held her gaze until they disappeared into the elevator.

When the clerk again spoke, Mark swallowed even as blood rushed in his ears. With a lengthy gulp, he gaped at the closed elevator doors. Bullshit. Only fun? Simply want solitude? After such a deep, hungry stare ... If not for her husband, he would have tried to catch her. No, he would have caught her. And as he rolled his black suitcase across the polished tiled floor, try as he might, Mark couldn’t help wondering if the woman had one of those cute little landing strips. Or if she were shaved bare.

Just the thought of her smooth, warm flesh under his skimming fingertips sent tingles through him. With a sigh, he nodded. At least he’d get a nicer dream tonight. And memories of her in the morning out on the beach.

As Mark walked along the long carpeted corridor to his room, he slowed at muffled voices coming from the room next to his before its door thudded closed. The voices belonged to the brown-haired trophy wife and her husband. With a slow shake of his head, he continued on before chuckling. At least her husband would enjoy her company. And wasn’t that the way things should be?

A few minutes later, inside their room, already naked and squirming under a blindfold, Jenna hoped at last to play with the toys she had convinced Al to buy on the drive down. She’d always wanted to try a little bondage ... ever since her son’s third grade teacher had pinned her over his desk while he’d fucked her into a screaming wreck. As Al, huffing and out of breath, struggled to attach the shackles and bindings, she chuckled at the memory. The teacher had pushed her hands behind her back, ripped down her panties and flipped up her skirt. He’d used her own soaked lace to bind her wrists.

The teacher had been so deprived, and she’d needed to raise her son’s grades. Jenna stifled a chuckle as Al tightened an ankle binding. She also hadn’t minded the man was quite well-endowed. When the older man pounded her, she’d loved every minute of it. With a sigh, she sucked on her lips as Al slipped from the mattress.

“Almost there, sweetie,” Al mumbled as he circled the bed. “You doing okay?”

“Honey. I am so fucking horny right now.” After pushing her torso towards the sound of his heavy breathing, she added. “Hurry up and fuck me.”

Although her husband gasped at her words, keeping him engaged was important if the past was any guide. While he struggled with the ropes, she returned to the grade school memory. Although Jenna was disappointed that the teacher had never again asked her to visit. She shrugged, the cool sheets sliding beneath her shoulder blades as Al huffed around her in the dark. Once the teacher was done, he’d been wild-eyed and kept mumbling they shouldn’t have fucked. When she’d come at last under the sweaty man, perhaps she’d screamed too loudly? Maybe he was just nervous? He’d owned such a nice cock, though. Thick ... and long. At that, Jenna held back a chuckle.

As soon as her husband tightened the final bindings, she braced. At last, she would enjoy some quality time with her husband. While he wasn’t a good lover, at least she’d convinced him to do this for her. Who knows, Al may enjoy it as well? He certainly was breathing heavy.

Just then, Al’s fucking ring tone sounded. Goddamit!

And, as always, Al forgot about her, leaving Jenna panting. As he scrambled over her, already talking with a potential investor, she jolted at the random touch of his bony elbow. She didn’t pay attention to the conversation. Instead, she let her mind wander, daydreaming about the steel-gray eyes and the rock-hard chest against which she had been held. Such a powerful heart.

Had Al caught her whimper?

No. In fact, Al rushed past, his high-pitched, excited voice hovering barely this side of a full on whine, exclaiming. “Sorry, sweetie. I’ll, uh ... I’ll be back. I’ve, um, got to meet this guy. Just, uh ... Take a nap ... or something. Um, it shouldn’t be...”

Before Jenna could respond, his shoes tapped across the little foyer while he yelled into his phone. That goddamned, fucking phone!

“Yes, yes. I’ll go get that, too!” He said into the phone, before adding for Jenna. “It shouldn’t be more than an hour ... or uh, two, Jen.”

Again, before she could reply, the door flew open, banging against the wall as her husband’s footfalls rushed from the room.

“Fuck,” she moaned before emitting a protracted sigh while settling her head onto the soft pillow.