The Summer Affair

Episode 4 - Screw it

Ella

The day seems to pass in a blur of s****l tension and frustration. Every time Wyatt spoke to me I felt this urge to just touch him in some way - a gentle hand on his arm, a brush of my fingers on his leg. Every time I did so, this electric wave seemed to pass between us.

I had spent the day immersed in what I was writing about and daydreaming about what I would like to do to Wyatt. My mind was in two very different places and when one felt like too much I’d just switch to the other. I couldn’t help but smile every time I caught him looking at me and at lunch time Greta cornered me to demand to know what was going on between us. I had assured her that we were just getting to know one another, but she gave me a doubtful look. So it was no surprise that when I was getting ready for dinner there was an urgent knocking at my door.

“Hello Greta” I said nonchalantly as I opened my door.

“How did you know it was me darling? Are you actually psychic?” She whispers excitedly.

“No, I just happen to know that you’ve come here armed with a sexy outfit and a plan to make me look irresistible.”

“You are psychic!” She laughs and whips out a bag laden with beauty products and lastly pulls out a beautiful white satin dress.

“A few rules” she says “no red wine and no lipstick marks. Oh and put this over the top, button it up, he’ll lose his mind when you take it off” she says, handing me a beige trench coat.

“Greta, you are too much!” I say, but gratefully take the clothes from her.

“I’m invested darling! I like Wyatt, he’s a sweet man and a fantastic author.”

“And yet I’m lying to him, pretending to be someone else. Don’t you think I should tell him my real name?”

“Ok listen sweetheart. Treat this as a little summer affair. Do you really think a twenty five year old, a soon to blow up famous twenty five year old will publicly date an eighteen year old?” She looks at me sadly. “Just enjoy this for what it is, knowing the chances are, you’ll never see him again.”

I sigh sadly.

“Is it hard work, being this genius?”

“Of course darling, it’s why I’m so skinny.”

I do as Greta says and button up the coat, hiding the beautiful white dress. Giving myself a final check in the mirror I take a deep breath and leave the safety of my cabin. He’s waiting by the door of the on-site restaurant and looks effortlessly handsome in a pale blue shirt and black jeans. He smiles as I approach him and I’m suddenly full of butterflies.

“Hey, I thought I’d wait for you tonight. Save you being kidnapped by someone else.”

“So very thoughtful of you.” I say as he opens the door for me. It’s still pretty quiet here and I realise we both must be slightly early. We head to the table we sat at yesterday and I wait for him to sit down before unbuttoning the coat. I can sense him trying not to stare so trying to be as elegant and sexy as I possibly could be, I slide the coat off my shoulders. Turning round to drape it over my chair I can feel his eyes burning into me and a heat rushes up my neck. I sit down slowly and finally look at him. He looks lost for words and I smile to myself. I really need more life lessons from Greta. I do my best fluttering look at him and I almost let out a giggle at how nervous he looks. He laughs nervously.

“Yeah, you’ve made me feel like I’m sixteen again and I’m talking to Becca Green again.”

“Who’s Becca Green?” I demand picking up my knife and waving it at him. He laughs and raises his arms in defence.

“She’s nobody, history, I promise!” I put my knife back down, giddiness rising in me that I’m sitting with someone that appreciates my humour.

We both relax into natural conversation and before I know it every other table is full and the room is buzzing with chatter. As the waiter takes away our plates from dinner another comes to see if we want desert.

“None for me thank you, I am about to burst out of this dress.”

“That wouldn’t be a disaster” Wyatt murmurs. The waiter shoots an embarrassed look between the two of us and hastily makes his way to the next table.

“Sorry.” Wyatt says, “I didn’t mean anything onto-wards by that. Just that, that dress is ridiculously sexy and I have spent the past hour trying not to think about it and then you saying you’re about to burst out of it…well.”

“I’m sorry that my bloated stomach is so appealing.” I say, trying to ignore the feeling of longing.

“Everything about you is appealing.” He says. I realise that we’ve both leant in towards one another so much that I can see flecks of brown in his eyes. Oh s**t. It really wouldn’t be appropriate to make any sort of move on him right now in front of everyone.

“Shall we take a walk?” I suggest. He leans back in his chair.

“As long as Oscar isn’t joining us.”

Wyatt

We walk in silence for a while, nothing joining us but the noise of crickets and the fluttering of moths wings. She looks beautiful in the fall of the moonlight and I have to keep focusing on what’s happening, finding it hard to believe that this is current reality.

“So is this the weirdest place you’ve ever been to?” I ask her.

“Oh absolutely. Who’d have thought a writers camp in the middle of nowhere would actually be a haven for famous authors and Michelin star chefs.”

“I thought my agent was joking when she told me to pack formalwear. I wasn’t sure that full piece suits would inspire me to write again.”

“Are they helping?”

“I wouldn’t say it’s the suits that are inspiring me.” I say, glancing at her. She’s smiling and that makes me smile. I slip my hand around hers, feeling the coolness of her skin against my own. Our fingers intertwine and without saying a word I pull her into me. Before I can do anything her mouth has found mine and her hands wrap around my neck. My hands shirt to her lower back pulling her in further. As she pulls away I have to resist the temptation just to pick her up and have her right here by the lake. Her coat hangs loosely off one shoulder and the sight of the spaghetti strap against her pale skin is enough to drive me crazy. I rein in all the temptations and take her hand again. We silently make our way back to the cabins, neither of us daring to say what we are thinking. I feel like she deserves more than these cabins and I don’t want to ruin what we are starting.

“Well, goodnight” I say awkwardly as we reach her cabin. She looks like she wants to say something but stops herself. She leans in for a kiss that leaves me wanting so much more.

“Goodnight Wyatt.” She says. I watch as she turns for one last parting smile before she closes the door. f**k. I want to follow her so bad.

I can’t sleep. Half of me wants to go and knock on her door and explain why nothing further happened. The other half wants to knock on her door and continue where we left off. I flop onto the bed. I’m hot and flustered so peel my top off leaving me just in my underpants. Thinking a cold shower will help I step into the cubicle and let the water pour over me. Against the pounding water I’m sure I can hear knocking at the door. I hastily turn the water off and sure enough a gentle knock sounds again. Wrapping a towel around me I gingerly open the door. Kate is stood there. Still in her coat, her eyes gleam in the light. She looks me up and down and smiles.

“Good, we’re halfway there.” She steps in and gently closes the door behind her. I stand in a shocked silence and watch dumbstruck as she starts to unbutton her coat. She slides it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She’s ditched the dress and stands in her lacy lingerie. Without waiting for me to say anything she’s taken my hand and is leading me to my bed. Facing me she gently puts a hand on my chest, pushing me down. Still wrapped in my towel she straddles me, holding my hands down behind me.

“Would you like me to stop?” She asks as she starts to kiss my neck. I’m pretty sure she knows the answer judging by how hard I am but I answer anyway.

“Obviously not.” I say and she leans back.

“Good.” She murmurs and she steps off me, pulling the towel with her. I watch with anticipation as she slides between my legs. I let out a sharp moan as she takes me in her mouth. I pinch my arm to make sure this isn’t a hot dream, but no dream could feel this good.

I can feel myself starting to reach climax and she seems to sense it too. She stands up and reaching behind her back unclips her bra. I reach out to touch her out she pushes my hands back onto the bed.

“Uh-uh, no touching.” I groan in protest by she puts a finger under my chin and lifts my face to hers. I can’t get enough of her but follow her demand of no touching. She pushes her panties to the side and gently lowers herself onto me. I almost erupt at how wet she is and I moan loudly as she begins to rotate her hips. I lie back and just take her all in. She smiles a damn sexy smile at me and she ramps it up. She closes her eyes and her lips gently part as she starts to moan. I keep my eyes on her, focusing on every detail of her body as she rocks herself to an orgasm. Our bodies sync together and as she reaches climax our hands intertwine. I suddenly sit up pulling her deeper into me and we both release in ecstasy. Her body quivers slightly and I run my fingers down her back.

“Well fuck.” I say as we collapse next to each other. “That was unexpected.”

“I’d been fantasising about doing that all day.” She says, slightly breathless. I pull her into me and kiss her deeply. Now that I’m allowed usage of my hands again I take the opportunity to explore her body, her soft skin feels like silk against my skin and I’m sure I could go again. She makes no effort to cover any part of herself and her confidence turns me on even more.

“You really are something else, you know that?” I ask her kissing her again. She laughs and pulls me down on top of her.

“Ready for round two?”