he smiled at that...then asked if she was hungry. the mention of food made her realise she was...and she said yes. the man then got up to leave...telling her all her clothes were ruined but to feel free to wear any of his tops.
leaving her to get dressed she slipped out of bed and went to the wardrobe. finding a large flannel shirt she slipped it on...the rough material rubbing her nipples. as she looked in the mirror her blonde hair was everywhere and she wondered if her bag had been found with her. she reached her hand inside the shirt...touching her tender nipples then all of a sudden thoughts of him drying and stripping her and putting her to bed came into her head and she felt a tingle go down through her tummy
just as Danika went to shut the wardrobe she spotted the corner of a magazine sitting just off the top shelf. she wondered if she should look..or whether that might be a bit nosey...but then curiosity got the better and she reached up... bringing the magazine down.
what had just been a tingle became a full rush of blood when she saw the picture on the front of the magazine. the blonde on the cover of the well worn magazine was standing...feet apart.... one hand holding a crop and the other pushing the face of the man kneeling before her into her vagina. the look on her face showed he was obviously doing a good job of pleasing her.
she heard the man coming again and quickly put the magazine back and walked over to meet him at the door. when he walked in and saw her in his shirt he gave a low whistle...and she smiled...twirling a little in front of him like a model...and he smiled...telling her the shirt didnt look that good on him.
he then told her he had fixed something nice for them and started back towards the kitchen. as she walked behind she found her mind wandering...imagining him as the man in the picture and she unconciously undid the top button of the shirt as the entered the main room..
walking over to the table he moved the chair out for her and as she sat she saw him glance at the open button. she reached out touching his arm...thanking him for all he had done for her and he smiled...saying it was his pleasure...nice to have someone so beautiful in the house....then moved away to get her meal.
as they ate they talked more. she asked about her boat and he was able to comfort her with the knowledge that most of it was ok and they had found most of her things. she learned that he lived there alone... it was an old family beach house ...and it suited his job as a writer... when she asked what sort of writer he replied mostly freelance for magazines...travel etc.
she wondered if he wrote for the magazine she had found in the bedroom...and the memory of what she had seen on the cover made her flush slightly.
he noticed the slight change...and looking worried asked if she was ok...and smiled again when she assured him she was fine