The Love Box Experiment

Chapter Thirty-One. Which island.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE  

Paul helped the girl put on her skis. Her mother stood in the water next to Paul.

'She's fourteen,' said her mother. 'Can you go slowly?'

'Yup, sure,' said Paul.

'Can I come with you?' The mother blinked her eye lashes and put on an innocent smile. 

Paul recognised girls and women who used words to flirt. The mother was one of them. The words ''can I come with you'' were not just words but had a double meaning, emphasised by the look in her eyes.

She climbed gracefully into the speedboat. Paul let the throttle out carefully and watched the girl in the water. At the right point, he gradually increased the speed and the fourteen year old started to ski.

'My name's Becky, by the way.' She said above the drone of the engine, and paused. 'What's your name?'

'Paul.'

'You English?'

Paul nodded, while keeping his eyes on her daughter in case she fell.

'Me too. From London,' said Becky.

The signals were clear as far as Paul was concerned. Mother Becky was on the prowl. He wondered where her husband was. At that moment, her daughter fell with a splash into the sea. 

'Is she okay?' called Becky above the din of the outboard motor, as she half stood up. Her hand had shot out to hold onto Paul.

Paul was too busy steering the boat, but he noted her hand stayed onto his hip. If he turned his body, and if she kept her hand there, it would surely brush his groin. Paul ignored it and had to turn round to check on the girl.

He got the girl into position for her to grasp the tow rope. Becky had her body too close to Paul. As the girl started to ski again, the speed boat did a gentle circle of the bay and it gave Paul time to appraise Becky. He estimated her age at thirty-nine, divorced, attractive and gagging for it. He didn't have long to wait. Five seconds long.

She said, 'I would like to take you out for dinner, in the town, I'm renting a villa there.'

Paul scanned the waters ahead of the boat to make sure it was clear. In an odd way he did see the sex appeal of this woman. Why he found an older woman appealing he didn't know, especially as so many young girls had made their desires known to Paul. 

Having had no reply to her question, Becky continued, 'I know you're interested.'

'How?'

'Because a woman knows these things. And your pouch has got bigger.'

Pouch? What was that, thought Paul, but he could guess. Against his will, he had been slightly aroused and he cursed under his breath. He checked back at her daughter and steered the boat towards the shore.

'When was the last time?'

He knew what she meant. The truth or a lie, what to tell this woman.

She didn't wait for his answer. It seemed she wanted to take control. To get what she wanted. Her voice was full of concern. 'Been some time? You need it, Paul, I can tell.'

'Is it that obvious?' Paul wished he hadn't said that. It just meant it got him deeper into this hole.

She smiled in that knowing way. 'See you tomorrow.'