A New Lust For Loving – Part 2

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“Thanks for bringing the towel up” said Joanne, reaching to take it from his hand “but how did you know which apartment I was staying in? Did you follow me from the pool?” Al threw her a knowing smile, pulling the towel away from her grasp, “I’m staying in the room next door but one and I’ve seen you walk past a couple of times. I’m sorry, I don’t know your name?” he quizzed. Joanne paused for a second before replying “That’s because I didn’t tell you! And, I’m not likely to either.” She was playing a game. She’d been out of the mix for long enough and her lust for cock was growing stronger every minute.

She inadvertently glanced down at the black Adidas swim shorts that Al was wearing and caught sight of what must have been either an optical illusion caused by the lay of the shorts over his bronzed skin, or this man had an unfeasibly large penis! Al spotted her having a crafty look and moved his hips forward, just enough for his 9” flaccid manhood to make a firm impression in the material.

“Would you tell me, if I was to make the offer to take you to dinner this evening?” he said, half realising that she was trying to play hard to get “All on me, of course!”. Joanne raised an eyebrow, having earlier noticing a wedding ring on his finger and with a wry smile replied “And what would your wife think of you taking me out to dinner?” at the same time as nodding in the direction of his handed. Al’s smile grew bigger and cheekier “I think she would have a lot to say about that if she was here.” He proclaimed. Joanne started to get defensive; after all, this arrogant pig was clearly playing away from home! “You have a nerve! Coming knocking on my door, flaunting yourself and almost exposing yourself to me and you’re married! What a pig…”

Al just kept the cheeky grin on his face and replied “She’s not here because she’s passed away.” His facial expression was mixed with anguish and yet also with resolve. Joanne didn’t know what to say. Her body language gave that away. That and the fact that her mouth had dropped slightly open. Al reached up, pressing his fingertips on her chin to close her mouth. Joanne obliged, realising that she was gawping at his strong, manly face. “I… I… err…” she stumbled. “It’s fine, I’m over it. I just keep my ring on to remind me of her. Now let me start again. You are absolutely beautiful and I would be honoured if you would let me take you to dinner this evening? Shall I collect you at 8pm?”

“Err…” she paused momentarily, wondering what she could wear if she dared agree. Al stood still in the doorway, waiting for her response with bated breath. “Yeah, ok. 8pm it is”. Al turned to walk away. “Joanne!” she said almost nonchalantly, as he was gingerly trying to avoid the line of ants, crossing the veranda in his path. “I’m sorry?” he questioned. Joanne smiled at him as he turned to look at her. “You asked me my name, it’s Joanne!” and with that she closed the door.

Joanne was just taking a final look in the mirror, glancing up and down at herself, even managing a quick rub down her tits with each hand, having a quick squeeze on the way past to the rest of her body. She felt fantastic through the long black silk dress which enhanced her already fine shape. She looked damn fine too, even if she did say so herself! Then there was a “Tap Tap Tap” at the door.

She opened it to find Al stood there with that now familiar grin, stretching from ear to ear. “You look like that cat that got the cream!” she said in a flippant manner. He looked her up and down in clear delight at what stood before him. “Wow!” he said, noticing her nipples pushing to break through the silk of her dress. “Well, maybe. If I play my cards right?” he replied. Joanne didn’t answer. She picked up a shawl and placed it around her shoulders, linked Al by the arm and let him lead the way. “So where are we going to?” she questioned, as Al opened the passenger door to a black Range Rover Sport. “Well, I’ve booked a table at a quaint little place called the Sunset Restaurant, which is up in the hills overlooking Acharavi. I’ve been there before. It serves good traditional Greek food and the views are spectacular, especially as the sun is setting, hence the name. Plus we can dine outside too, so we won’t feel too hot in these temperatures!” “Sounds great!” replied Joanne. “So, I really don’t know the first thing about you, so why don’t you start to tell me?”

Al proceeded to tell her about himself. He was 32 years old, from Manchester UK, obviously widowed and lost his wife in a motorcycle accident on Route 66 in America 4 years ago. They’d gone on their dream vacation, riding separate bikes on the journey.