The Fling

3

As I tried to recover, I started giggling. Shawn moved next to me and pulled me into his arms. "What's so amusing?" he asked.

"This is just so...surreal. You have no idea how badly I needed that."

"I'm very glad I could be the one to do it for you." His lopsided grin was disarming.

He then kissed me deeply and I tasted myself on his wet lips, which got me aroused all over again. I reached down and cupped his bulge, which was still restrained by his light blue swim trunks. "Let's take these off," I suggested.

He rolled onto his back and lifted his hips, letting me tug them down his long legs. Casting them aside, I moved so that I was kneeling next to him. I took him in my left hand, since it was my dominant one, and as I looked at my ringless finger, I felt a weird sense of guilt. "'Til death do us part" was now meaningless, but if you'd asked me eighteen months ago if I'd ever be stroking another man's cock, I would have been mortified by the thought.

I pushed Bert from my mind and bent forward to tongue the tip. There was a dewy drop of pre-cum, which I greedily licked off before taking more of him in my mouth. Shawn let out a loud groan and then wove his fingers through my blonde ponytail. I expected him to push my head forward so that I could deep-throat him, but he didn't.

Blow-jobs were something I was very good at because I frequently chose them over having sex with my ex. Bert rarely took the time for foreplay, so when he fucked me while I was dry, it hurt a lot.

I started by paying attention to the head, running my tongue under the ridge. Then I slowly took more of him, working down the shaft as far as I could go. My gag reflex was almost nonexistent, so unless a guy was gigantic, I could take all of him. Once I got to that point, I slowly moved my mouth up and down, maintaining suction for maximum pleasure.

Shawn's moans became louder, and I knew he was close. My right hand was on his thigh, and the muscles started contracting spasmodically. "Jesus fucking Christ!" he cried out before releasing in my mouth.

I cleaned him up, savoring the taste of his ejaculate, before moving so that my head was on his shoulder. I ran my fingers through the hair on his chest, watching his torso rise and fall as his breathing slowed.

"Abigail...that was amazing," he praised. Then he tenderly kissed my forehead.

I looked over at the clock on the bedside table. "I should probably go soon if we're going to make our appointments."

"We have time and I'm definitely not done with you yet."

"Oh. But you just..."

"Give me a few minutes, baby. I'll be ready to go again," he chuckled.

I'd forgotten that this was possible. Even if Bert could do it twice, he never did, but who knows what he was like with his girlfriend. I glanced at the clock again. Scratch that; she was now officially his wife. Given what I knew about my ex, it was very unlikely their wedding night would come close to what I'd just shared with the young popstar. Was it terrible that this made me happy?

"You've got a beautiful smile," Shawn told me.

"You get all the credit for putting it on my face. I'm curious...what went through your head before suggesting we do this?"

"I sat next to you because you're gorgeous, which probably sounds superficial, but I am not ashamed to admit that I enjoy the company of attractive women. As we talked, there was this vibe. I can't really describe it, but I was comfortable immediately. I've been in need of a physical connection and I got the sense that you were feeling the same. Truthfully, I have never made a move this quickly, but it felt right. I was correct about what I was picking up from you since we're here."

He repositioned his body slightly and ran a hand down my body until it was between my legs. While kissing me hungrily, he used two fingers on my clit, alternating between stroking me and swirling in a circular rhythmic pattern. I preferred the second method, which he picked up on right away. It felt so good to be with someone who paid attention to my cues.

My second orgasm took a bit longer than the first, but when it hit, I was blown away by the intensity. As my walls pulsated, I became achingly aware of how badly I needed him inside me. "I want you," I whimpered.

Shawn got up and went to his suitcase to retrieve a condom. I watched as he opened the square package and rolled the prophylactic down his length. Then he climbed back in bed, positioning himself between my legs, his tip pressed at my entrance. He leaned forward and kissed my lips as he eased inside me, filling me completely without the pain I'd become accustomed to.

"Oh god," I moaned, loving how good he felt.

He began to rock his hips, not thrusting deeply, but letting my body slowly adjust to him. Given how long it had been for me, this was exactly what I needed.

"Fuck, baby...you feel so good," he murmured into my neck.

The fact that he'd already had one orgasm meant that there wasn't a sense of urgency. He took his time, occasionally adjusting the position we were in, seemingly to maximize my pleasure. Over a half an hour passed, and I was on my side with one leg held in the air as he straddled my thigh. His dick was hitting me in the perfect spot, and for the first time in my life, I climaxed solely from penetration. My cries were soon joined by his as he finished with several hard deep thrusts inside my quivering core.

After disposing of the condom, he crawled back in bed and pulled me into his arms. Both of us were damp with perspiration and completely spent from sex.

"Yoga is going to kill me," I whined.

"We could skip our appointments and stay in bed until dinner. A nap would be nice," he suggested.

As wonderful as that sounded, sticking around too long was like wading into treacherous waters. Fucking was one thing, but sleeping together felt like more, which logically made zero sense. "During the spiel you tuned out, they made it very clear that skipping sessions was not an option."

"What can they do? Charge us for them? I'm happy to pay extra."

"My friends are in the same class as me, and I'm not sharing what we did with them. I don't want to lie, so I really need to go to it. If we see each other, we can't let on that anything happened."

He looked disappointed, but he nodded in agreement. "I understand."

I got out of bed, wincing slightly from the soreness between my legs. It wasn't a bad pain, though, and I was thankful I'd have a temporary reminder of our tryst. He watched as I put my bikini and cover-up on. Walking over to the bed, I gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Thank you. There is nothing this place can give me that's as incredible as what you've done."

I was about to step away when he pulled me back for a much longer kiss. "You're spectacular, Abigail. I don't think you realize how special you are, but I knew within minutes of meeting you."

As I hurried to my room to change, I was struck by how he'd seen me- really seen me- on a level others didn't. It was as if he'd peered into my soul and saw how vulnerable and in need of intimacy I was. In my day to day life, I tended to project a happy image. I'd been cheated on and dumped, but except to the people I trusted most, I kept a smile on my face.

After putting on a cute Lululemon outfit I'd bought for the trip, I made my way to the wing of the resort dedicated to the various classes. The doors were labeled, and as I passed the scream therapy room, I wondered if Shawn was in there yet. What was going to happen if we saw each other again this week? Would we smile or would we talk? I didn't need my friends hounding me about the hookup, so it was better if we remained neutral.

"You made it just in time," Mia whispered when I rolled a yoga mat next to her and Eloise.

"I was at the pool and then I got in bed for a bit." Not a lie!

"Did you reflect much?" El asked.

"A little. Mostly I let go of some of the tension I've been harboring."

"You're positively glowing," Mia giggled. "This place is working wonders already!"

The instructor cleared her throat, signaling the start of the class.