Page 9 of Charming
“Well,” I shrug, “I told you that our sex life was lacking. He kept bringing it up and I guess I thought maybe it would help.”
“Butt sex is never the answer,” she says louder than comfortable.
“God, Katie! Keep your voice down!” She giggles and signals our attractive waiter from across the pool. He nods at her with a wide smile and heads on over. “Hi Juan, may we have two more margaritas as soon as possible, please? It’s a margarita emergency. An emergarita,” she says with a laugh and I can’t help it, I giggle. I think maybe we should consider quitting the margaritas actually.
He smiles and laughs, “Uh-oh, sounds serious.” He walks away to place our order and her eyes track him lingering on his firm ass.
“Looks to me like you’re thinking about doing something withhisass,” I say watching her head tilt to the side and wondering what the hell she’s thinking.
“Oh, please. I can appreciate a nice ass, maybe even want to give it a nice bite, but that doesn’t mean I would ever consider giving up my butt. That’s completely two different things.”
“Never?” I ask.
Her eyes narrow slightly and she slides her sunglasses down her nose to make eye contact with me, “No!” She slams down her empty margarita glass on her thigh for emphasis, “What were you thinking? It’s exit only, Ella!” She makes a gagging sound which makes me laugh out loud. “So gross.”
“Do you think everyone has your opinion?” I ask.
“You meanouropinion? No, of course not.” Her eyes rove around the pool and settle on a couple. “Look at them,” she gestures casually. A man and woman lie side by sound in their loungers. The woman is lying on her stomach, her cheek resting on her arms as she looks at the man next to her. He is talking to his companion while his fingers trail down her back, over the curves of her ass and back up again. They are completely lost in each other. “I bet you they partake – probably have a bondage set and everything. I bet you he was more experienced and he’s been teaching her all kinds of things – maybe in his very own red room. They only have eyes for each other and will probably pack up and leave here soon so that they can go fuck like bunnies,” she tells me.
I laugh at her mini story. Katie and I enjoy people watching. We come up with elaborate stories for our subjects, trying to top the other with our creativity. It’s silly and makes us laugh.
“What about them?” I ask my eyes following a woman wearing a cute black and white suit with a sarong tied around her waist and designer sunglasses perched upon her nose. She’s got a beach bag on her arm and her man is trailing behind her, following as she selects chairs for the two of them. She waits for her companion to arrange the towel on her chair for her, and then makes a few adjustments herself before sitting down. Removing her sarong from her waist, she folds it before putting it in her bag, doing the same with the t-shirt of the man she’s with. She takes out sunblock and after spraying it all over her body she leans back, rather stiffly, and appears to close her eyes.
“Not in a million years,” she tells me.
“I’d have to agree. They probably schedule sex in their calendar. Twice a week, like Tuesdays and Thursdays. She takes her birth control like clockwork and probably has a list of places that are okay to kiss and places that aren’t. Sex is probably considered messy and while he doesn’t agree, he likely gives her a lot of ‘yes dears’.”
We giggle at my made up story based on nothing other than appearances and then I laugh harder, “I’m probably totally wrong and they are animals in the bedroom and just reserved in public.”
“You’re probably right,” she agrees with a laugh.
Looking around the pool once more, my gaze settles on a group of men that just arrived. They each grab a towel from the cart of fresh, clean, towels for guests and they are all holding beers in their hands and are laughing. Every single one of them are shirtless and it’s like a freaking abs parade. “Holy hell,” I breathe out a little breathlessly and Katie murmurs her agreement. They are all ridiculously attractive. One man breaks away from the rest after he removes himself from a headlock another guy had him in. They are laughing and he puts his fists up jokingly telling his friend to ‘bring it’.
He finally turns and moves to a seat not far from us and throws his towel into the lounger claiming it as his. The top of his body is concealed by an umbrella. He begins wobbling the heavy base back and forth in an effort to move it out of the way. His muscles move and flex under his skin and I treat myself to a long look. Starting at his sandal clad feet, moving up his muscular calves that flex with his movements, and head right on up and stop for a moment at what I can see of his muscular thighs. I find myself immediately wondering what the hair on his legs would feel like rubbing up against mine. I imagine our legs tangled together, one of his strong hands stroking my body, while the other is tangled in my hair. The thought makes the hair on my body stand on end.
Moving my eyes up further, I stop and almost blush at the large bulge he’s showing off at the front of his shorts. My nipples tighten at the sight, and when he turns around and I get a view of his tight bottom, I can’t stifle a soft groan. As he moves his shorts tighten against him leaving no imagination to the roundness underneath.
“Oh, yeah.” Katie says drawing out the word as her eyes likely take in the same view as mine.
“Any story I would come up for him would include myself in it,” I tell Katie and she grunts her agreement.
My eyes continue their journey as he turns around once more having finished his task and his stomach and chest make my breaths come faster. I’ve never had such a visceral reaction to someone before and I bite my lip to try and calm myself down. This man was made for sex. Forget a six pack, he’s sporting an eight pack and they look like they are chiseled from stone. His hard pecs frame the flat discs of his nipples and I imagine running my tongue over them. Under his navel is a small trail of dark hair and I almost groan again thinking about where it leads, but lick my lips at the thought instead. His biceps are large and his shoulders broad and when my eyes finally move to his face, I suck in a breath when I find his eyes on mine.
His eyes are crystal blue, and rival the beauty of the ocean at his back. His longer dark hair blows in the wind, a strand escaping from the rest and brushing against his high cheekbone. I find myself jealous of a strand of hair. His full lips curl up into a seductive smile and I can’t help but think how unfair it is that a man that looks like that is unleashed upon the women in this world. I don’t know that I’ve ever found a man beautiful before, but he certainly is. With a smirk, he pulls his sunglasses from the top of his head and puts them on. He turns his head to one of his friends and says something, making them both turn back and look at me.
“Wow,” I say to Katie not able to tear my eyes away.
“Oh my god, Ella. Do you know who that is?”
“Who? You know him?”
“That’s the actor Asher Charming.”
“What? No way.” I tell her finally breaking eye contact to look at Katie. She’s nodding her head, eyes big and wide. Looking at him again, watching him laugh with his friends while at the same time looking at the menu of food selections, I think of the many action movies I’ve seen Asher in and try to find the resemblance. It’s there, a little, I think. Maybe it’s the alcohol making my memory fuzzy.
“That’s totally him,” Katie says emphatically.
“What are the chances that Asher Charming would be staying at the same resort that we are?”
