Football Smuts

Sergio Aguero

As I looked out of the window to the Spanish runway, I took a deep, calming breath. I wasn't nervous about touching down; I was relaxing; this was the first day of a two-week holiday I'd had booked for the best part of a year. I needed this holiday more than anything.

I looked to my left, my best friend, Paige, was dozing in her seat; I nudged her gently, "we're landing. Put your seatbelt on."

"Yes, Miss bossy boots", she joked.

It was a few hours later, and we were in our hotel room; it was utterly white and laced with gold trim; there was a double bed in the centre of the room with a couple of bedside tables on either side, both with lamps with gold frame, a dressing table opposite the bottom of the bed with a large mirror atop it. I couldn't believe how big the room was.

"Bree, I'm going to look at the pool?" You coming?" Paige asked me

"What? Oh yeah... Do we have sunbathing time still?" I asked.

"Are you kidding? Of course, grab a towel. I've got lotion in my bag; we can unpack later", she replied; I could tell she was getting impatient. I quickly grabbed my towel and ran out.

We walked down to the pool, talking general chit-chat, mainly about our business and the reason behind so much of our stress. I just hoped they could manage two weeks without us. Indeed, they could, and if anything went drastically wrong, they had my business number, not that I had any intention of turning it on.

We had been sunbathing for the whole afternoon now, suddenly a shadow appeared in front of me, blocking the sun. I sighed; I was wearing sunglasses and had my eyes closed so I couldn't see the culprit, I sighed, not wanting to have a confrontation, but whoever they were, they weren't moving.

"Excuse me, would you mind moving? You're blocking the sun," I asked, still with my eyes closed.

They remained in place; I was getting annoyed; being from England, I didn't see the sun that often. I would be damned if someone was going to stand over me while I was trying to sunbathe. I sat up and lowered my sunglasses.

"I asked if you could move... I'm trying to sunbathe," I asked again, more predominately this time.

The person in front of me had his back to me with a football shirt slung over his shoulder. I got off my sunbed, not wanting to alarm him, and I very carefully tapped him on the shoulder; he turned around, and all of a sudden, I was staring into the eyes of Sergio Aguero; I nearly fainted in front of him; and I could feel my heartbeat increasing.

I couldn't help but stare at him; he broke the gaze first and quickly looked me up and down; I could see a tiny hint of lust in his eyes. Despite wearing a bikini and sarong, I felt naked under his gaze.

He said something in Spanish that I didn't understand; I didn't care; his accent was gorgeous. He smiled at me, and I could feel my legs going weak; I'd never experienced anything like it. How could one man have this kind of effect on me? Back home, I prided myself on not falling over every man who approached me, but this was something else; I had no control over this.

"I'm sorry, I don't speak Spanish", I replied, hoping he understood.

He shrugged his shoulders as if to say, 'it doesn't matter; he took my hand and softly kissed it, handing me a piece of paper at the same time, and then he turned away from me and walked off. I was still standing there like an idiot. What was I doing to let him walk away? This could be my only chance, but then I decided not because I was meant to be on holiday relaxing, not chasing after footballers, no matter how sexy they were. I put the paper in my bag and lay down without reading it.