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From Across The Bay Ch. 01

By: Ms Black



Jossy didn't notice the glint of light as she sat down for her first coffee of the day. It came from the rich villas perched high on the cliffs the other side of the bay. The glint was the only movement beneath the blistering sun, other than the occasional turning of a bronzed body down on the beach below. 

Jossy made herself comfortable at the table on the decking outside her hotel room. She needed to make some sort of decision today, a decision she'd put off for far too long. Her room was at the far end of the hotel complex, giving her the privacy that she needed to finally make that decision. The reception staff had tried to put her in one of the rooms by the children's pool, but she had soon convinced them otherwise. It had been simple to Jossy. This room was the one she wanted and so this was the one she would have.

The silence of the Mediterranean resort shimmered around her as she sipped the coffee. No noise, no interruptions, waiter service to the room. There really was nothing to stop her deciding now whether or not to allow a solid gold band to join the diamond on her left hand. Not that the diamond was on her hand now, it was tucked away in a draw back in the coolness of her room – she didn't want anything to unduly influence her decision, not even that ring's crisp beauty.

The glint of light came again as she drained the cup and reached for the bottle of Grenache she had ordered with the coffee. One advantage of getting up so late in the day was that no one ever questioned your breakfasting habits.

She sighed and plonked a few pieces of hotel paper and a pen on the table. She would never tell her mother this, but she drew, as instructed, a solid black line down the middle of the page and then two headings: Pros, Cons. For someone of Jossy's decision making attitude, it was like putting SatNav on a gondola.

A month ago, her mother had taken one look at the cleanliness of Jossy's flat and immediately arranged for her daughter to come to this hotel, where she would not have so many readily available distractions. Jossy had insisted that her mother not worry about it: as with every other crisis, a solution would present itself (or himself) somewhere along the line. Her mother had told her to grow up and forced the reservation documents into her hands.

Jossy took another mouthful of wine and tried to concentrate on the paper, but the glint of light flashed again and this time, she noticed it. She paused, there it was again, like the flash of a sniper scope in a war movie. That's great she thought, I just get a chance to sit down and do this thing and there's another interruption. 

She placed the half empty wine bottle on the paper to stop it blowing away and went back into the room for her binoculars, a holiday hang-up she'd inherited from her father. It might be someone in trouble, using a broken bit of mirror or something. She ignored the fact that that the glint was from a six figure villa, not a desert island.

When the glint came again she was able to focus in on it immediately. A man stood on the veranda with a pair of binoculars trained straight at her. The man's mouth swore silently as the figure realised that she was looking straight at him. Jossy expected a rapid exit, but instead, after a few moments hesitation, the figure put the binoculars down and seemed to be searching for something. She kept watching him: his body was worth the time and after all, she was simply returning the favour. The man picked up a white piece of board and seemed to be writing on it. When he'd finished, he turned it over for her to see, there was a single word.

*Sorry*.

Then he wrote on the back and flipped the board over.

*Made you look though*.

Jossy smiled, then grabbed a piece of paper and pen from the table and scribbled furiously on it.

*What the hell you think you're looking at?* She hoped that the words were big enough for him to read.

He crossed out the word sorry and wrote underneath. *Bird watching*

Jossy grabbed another piece of paper. *There are no birds here.*

*I know, that's why watching you instead.*

*How long you been watching?*

Jossy waited as the man took a piece of cardboard from the floor and wrote on it. *Blue Knickers.*

Before she could stop herself, Jossy pulled away the waistband of her shorts and was relieved to see blue fabric nestling around her hips: he'd only been watching her for half an hour or so. By the time she caught herself, he had written something else.

*I can't believe you had to check.*

*Pervert* came her reply.

He didn't respond immediately, instead Jossy saw him scrabbling around on the floor again. He evidently didn't find what he was looking for, because then he then disappeared inside the villa. Reappearing a short time later, he pulled his T-shirt over his head to reveal *Run out of paper* across his stomach.

Jossy felt her empty stomach give a light skip. *What you going to do if I keep you talking?* She replied.

Above the previous message, he wrote. *Hoping you run out of paper to.*

She reached for another piece of paper. *I've plenty,* then her stomach tightened as she slowly turned over the sheet to reveal *but I'm game if you are.*

*How game?*

Taking a breath, Jossy lifted her T-shirt and wrote across her belly *is that a challenge?* Jossy quickly lifted the binoculars back up to see him pulling off his jeans and writing up one leg *I have more body-space than you.*

*Really?*she wrote above the previous message.

*Unless you're not shy* came the response, written across his chest.

Jossy smiled, enjoying the game. She carefully rolled the elastic on her shorts down three times and wrote across the very base of her stomach *We'll see who's shy shall we?*

Over on the other side of the bay, the man rolled down his boxers and wrote *okay.*

Jossy rolled her shorts down as far as she dared and wrote. *You gonna lead of follow?*

Then came the reply. *You win,* written on the inside of his arm. Then on the other arm, something that made Jossy gasp. A phone number.

Jossy stood there watching those two tanned arms outstretched, wondering what to do. Then as she put the binoculars down she saw that piece of paper patiently waiting for her on the table, a single black line unsullied by any decision, weighed down with the bottle. She glugged another glass of the Grenache and then reached for the phone. 

On the third ring it was answered.

From Across The Bay Ch. 02



'You live in a very posh house.' Jossy said, using her flirtiest purr.

'Thank you,' said a foreign accent on the other end, a local Italian by the sound of it. 'I renovate it myself.' 

Jossy put the binoculars to her eyes again and the man by the villa waved, phone to his ear.

'She's for sale, if you're interested'

With all its white stucco and tall chimneys, it looked too much like a wedding cake for her liking, but she did not want to be rude. 'Why would anyone want to sell such a beautiful house?'

'Maybe I can make something more beautiful somewhere else. Why do you not come over and see for yourself?'

'I couldn't possibly do that, I'm terribly busy.' She flirted.

'You do not look terribly busy.'

'We'll see. Gotta go now, ciao,' she said, ringing off.

Before she placed the binoculars down on the table she glimpsed that he did not put down his. She disappeared indoors with a smile, closing the door behind her. Flirting was so much fun.

She slipped off her top, launching it onto the bed in an arching trajectory across the light flooding in through the picture window that had betrayed her earlier. She remembered now that she had changed into her underwear in the bathroom and only then come out into the main room, so she knew that at least he hadn't seen her naked, not yet. 

She sent her shorts on a similar trajectory and then her underwear followed. It felt good to have a man hanging on her every move again, despite the man being all the way over on the other side of the bay. She resisted the urge to peep and see if he was still looking. Of course he was still looking

Ducking down Jossy retrieved her swimming costume from the chest of drawers and squeezed into the tight fabric. It was black and she knew she looked good in it. She reappeared into the main room with a bottle of sun cream and squeezed the smooth liquid into her palm, rubbing it slowly between her hands before applying it to her face and neck. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the intermittent glint of his binoculars, like a subconscious SOS.

She rubbed the remains of the cream into her arms before putting one leg up on the bed and squeezing more cream into her hands, rubbing them together again, slower this time. She could imagine him, all the way over there watching her; anticipating where her hands would go next; wishing they were his hands. She felt desirable and enjoyed the reawakening of that feeling.

Jossy started at the ankle and worked her way up to the knee before starting on the other leg. As she bent over, she was aware of the elastic edges of her costume shifting to reveal more flesh. She squeezed out more cream before rubbing her hands up her thighs, enjoying the slow firm pressure of her palms on the inside of her legs. Now it was her turn to imagine what it would be like to have his hands doing this. Not far above her fingers, a muscle gave a flutter at the thought.

On impulse, she ran a finger inside the fabric of her costume, brushing her pubic hair and making her shiver. She was glad he was all the way over on the other side of the bay. The anticipation was exquisite, something that she would have shattered without a moment's hesitation if he had been here in the room.

She stood, her finger still beneath the fabric and made a show of adjusting her costume. Her engagement ring remained firmly in the draw, safe, and forgotten.

Stepping back out of his view, Jossy went to the bathroom to apply some make up, confident that he would be there watching that empty window for a long time yet. Jossy had big eyes and big hands. Subsequently it was only eye makeup that she applied before she strolled nonchalantly back out into the sunlight, winding her way between the unmoving bodies on the beach, to the sea. The water lapped at her, chilling the flesh as she walked further and further out. As it lapped against the place where she had imagined the man's hands, she began swimming, heading for the other side of the bay, and the glint that still flashed from the villa.

She emerged from the Mediterranean Sea shimmering with adrenaline and teased her way up the winding steps to the top of the cliff, where orange trees encircled the villa. She wondered what sort of reception she would get from the man. He must have realised by now that she was coming over. The heavy olive-wood door to the villa was ajar and one of the pieces of card had a message added to it. *Come straight through the house to the garden (I knew you'd come).*

She considered spiting herself to make him regret adding that last bit to his message, but instead walked straight through the cool corridor in the middle of the house onto a freshly painted veranda at the rear, where she found a small pile of clothes and another note. *You can leave your costume here. I have pens if we want to talk.*

She hesitated, it was funny, but this little piece of wet fabric made her feel confident and sexy, lifting and minimising all the right places. Without her costume, it was just her. But she had not swum across the bay to retreat now, so she slipped off her suit and stepped onto the close cut grass. The garden was a mist of roses and ripe oranges, the scent wafting around her. Ripe as they were, she left the oranges alone – she was after different fruit.

Rose petals brushed against her as she wound her way through them, to find him in a secluded sun trap, lying naked on the grass, like the prize in the centre of a maze.

'Hi.' He said with a smile. 'I thought you said you weren't coming.'



From Across The Bay Ch. 03



The man rose as Jossy approached, then took her in his arms and kissed her. A deep rolling kiss that smothered her in desire. His hands, rough with calluses, drew her close. He smelt of sweat that had not yet soured and as they fell to the floor, Jossy struggled to imagine her fiancé making love to her like this and failed. 

He kissed across her face, then down across her breasts, his light stubble coarse against the delicate skin, making the flesh pucker. She knew where he was heading, even before his hands pressed against her legs, opening her up to the coarseness of his stubble. Her clitoris screamed as alternately his soft tongue, then hard bristles dragged over it. 

By now her fiancé would have complained about the damp grass or that someone might see them, suggesting that they retire to the bedroom for their usual three-minute missionary-fest. Her fiancé's face was always shaven and she had forgotten how tantalising an unkempt lover could be.

Suddenly he sucked her clitoris into this mouth, nipping it with his teeth, making her gasp and snapping her out of her thoughts. She screeched as he nipped her again and this time she closed her thighs around him hard, rolling as she did so. He was a powerful man and it was unlikely that she could do anything to him if he didn't want her to, but they rolled together until his back was on the damp grass and Jossy was sat on his face. He buried his mouth between her legs again, sucking at her, driving his tongue deep inside. She felt giddy with pleasure as she stretched her arms up to the azure sky, another feeling she had forgotten. 

Soon Jossy began to feel sore where his bristles were scratching her delicate skin and her legs began to ach from the awkward position. She considered shimmying down the man's body and returning the favour, but decided against it. If she were soon to forsake all others, then this was for her. She lifted herself off his face and rolled back onto the cold, damp grass, guiding him with her so that he ended up kneeling between her legs. Slowly she released the grip of her thighs on his hips, staring into his eyes as she opened up to him. He needed no further invitation, he fell forward onto his arms, letting his cock brush against the red-sore skin of her vagina, making her grit her teeth with the sensation. Without a sound he eased forward, sending a shock of pain into her hips, but he kept pushing, her more than ample lubrication making his task effortless.

The pain subsided to pleasure as he began to ease in and out of her, but it never disappeared, dragging at her with each thrust and she welcomed it, abandoning all pretence that she wanted anything but what was here and now: and in her. He picked up the pace so that the feeling of him engulfed her, even the cold grass disappearing from beneath her. There was only the two of them now, in a cloud of rose scent and sweat – not yet soured.

The smallest of twinges fluttered through her muscles and she began to thrust back against him, driving his cock deeper in, spreading her savaged skin painfully as it ground around the base of his cock.

The twinges spread between her hips and down her thighs, clenching her muscles and making it harder for their hips to meet with each thrust. This was going to be one hell of an orgasm. She wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders and neck – this was not something she wanted to let go of.

He must have realised what was happening then, as suddenly he drove himself in harder and faster, feeding her orgasm as it began to grow. He buried himself to the hilt one last time as long painful spasms wracked between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist so that he could not withdraw and tightened her grip on his shoulders. He seemed to know what she wanted again, keeping himself buried within her as she writhed in the damp grass.

He withdrew slightly, making her suddenly fearful that he was going to take this away from her, but then he thrust back in, pressing her into the ground and bringing a new wave of sensation racing before his manhood. She dropped her legs to around his arse and dragged at the solid flesh, grinding her clitoris against the root of his cock. The only things that existed now were his cock and her muscles that clenched around it. 

Jossy kept him trapped, grinding pleasure into herself as gradually the feelings retreated and her muscles relaxed. Only when the last flicker of pleasure died did she relax enough for him to free himself.

He flumped beside her with a grin and she could see immediately from his self-satisfaction that she was simply another notch in his bed post (albeit a notch on in romantic rose-bed post, but a notch all the same). Her fiancé had never treated her like that.

'I was wondering.' She said, running her finger down over his lips and across to his arm. 'Is there any paper left for me to write down this number before I go. I think I might be in need of someone to make things more beautiful for me. From time to time.'