through my body. I pulled the
vibrator out yet left my hand between legs, crushing it while the
orgasm shook me to my core. I was good to myself. I knew my body
well. Better than any man. But somehow, this time, Trey would have
made it so much better. And that, was not going to happen. This
was, as good or close, as I could let him get. Any closer and the
man might make me lethally explode. Yes, I knew my body, my sexual
attraction, and I knew if I let Trey get his hands on me - I was
done for.
Chapter Five
Wrought from my personal hot tub
treatment, I stepped out naked, into the cool of the evening air
and noticed my cell had three texts from Trey personally. Perhaps
he was thinking of me as I was of him.
The first one asked if I could do two
dates in San Francisco tomorrow with a third option on Sunday at
the Pier.
The second one had pictures of my
choices. All attractive and dark haired, very business
looking.
The third text, thanked me for
selecting him and to contact Zachery with any questions. He had no
idea how great I selected him tonight, but that was between me and
the stars.
By midnight, I fell asleep to my
second orgasm. I was not done working Trey out of my physically
wound up tingling body yet. I was sure his texts got me thinking
about him again. He was not an easy man to forget about. Too bad, I
had such an emotional hang up with surfer types, otherwise I kept
picturing him with a short professional cut, black dress suit and a
cut drink glass in his hand and laughing it up, discussing worldly
topics with the corporate men while all the women executives
complimented me on my fine choice in dates.
The next morning after my six am
workout, I texted Zachery and asked for directions. Four hours
later, I as driving the highway to my first date. He was to meet me
halfway at a roadside crab shack for an early lunch. Then my second
date was my one o'clock date, and he was to meet me three miles
away from the restaurant for a wine tour. They both knew about each
other and my time schedule. They were to be professionally groomed
and knew my choice was not a personal one, but a business
one.
I pulled up to the Hollow Crab House,
a roadside crab shack that had a laid-back atmosphere. I pulled out
my cell phone and texted the man I was to meet, that I had arrived.
His name is Charlie and the picture Zachery texted showed he met
all the physical qualifications, so let's see if he meets my
personal qualifications.
I got a text back that he just pulled
up in a red Honda Accord. I looked around and notice a tall,
physically fit man, get out of his car and look around for what I
assume was the matching woman to the picture that Zachery sent
him.
I got out and waved my hand to get his
attention. He looked my way and smiled. He was attractive by his
physical traits. He was tall. At least six foot one. He had a tan
complexion and dark-brown eyes with thick lashes. His dark black
hair was in a cut I felt was a bit too hip for the professional
crowd, but that was something a nice business suit or tuxedo would
take away.
I approached him with my hand
outstretched as he walked towards me with a smile. He spoke up
first as he shook my hand. "Jennifer Everest? I
presume."
I smiled, but no natural flirtatious
moment took over. It was as if I was meeting a new client. Nothing
like what I felt with Trey. "Yes." I finally spoke up with a fake
smile on my face. "Charlie. It's nice to meet you."
I decided I would leave a moment of
silence pass between us and see if he was the type of man who could
step forward and play the chivalry card by asking if I was hungry,
thirsty or would like to take a seat and get to know each other.
Yet, he just stood there looking around for a second somewhat
uninterested, and then he looked over my shoulder at someone and
smiled flirtatiously, before he turned back to me. I turned and
looked over my shoulder and saw an attractive man. A man, if I was
not mistaken was my one o'clock wine tour date,