Hail the mother of seduction. That was her motto, thought Isla. Progress of project: Zane's Seduction, was slow. Yet there was something about the way he looked at her. Way deeper and promising.
With the amount of practice in the past few days, the butterflies in her tummy become professional gymnasts. Of that, Isla was sure.
Today she had donned on a lacy red bra under a flimsy white top. Is it not that undergarments are obvious through a white top? Also, she remembered to undo a button or two of her blouse to give him a glimpse of her cleavage.
Few minutes before her duty was over, Zane walked towards his desk, engrossed in few stapled sheets in his hands.
Immediately, Isla started packing her red handbag, with a lot of clutter though. She wanted his attention.
“You leaving?”
Bingo, got it! Isla mentally applauded herself. “Yes, and for your information, it’s my day off tomorrow. If by any chance you need me, then you have my number.” She grabbed her bag and walked towards him.
“That will be great, thanks.”
Isla put her bag on his desk and planted her hands on his table. Standing opposite to him, she lowered her shoulders and eyed him. He sure as hell wasn't looking at the papers now. “How come Angus Brown telecasted Aqua Resort from a positive perspective?”
He shrugged. “He was keen, so I just took him around for recording few videos. Maybe John persuaded him,” he suggested.
Isla snorted loudly. “John doesn't have the skills to bargain. Anyway I don't think it was him.” She narrowed her eyes, focusing on him.
“I'm just a trainee remember.” He grinned, but his eyes betrayed him as he glanced at her boobs.
“All right, I’ve been thinking of asking you, have you been out in the town?”
“No.”
“Then how about I take you out for dinner tonight?” There she asked him out, if he rejected, she would be one sad woman tonight.
“Sounds like a plan, I would love to go, how about 6pm?”
Hallelujah a few huge fireworks happily exploded in her heart.
- -
At the horizon, the setting orange sun cast shimmering rays of yellow gold in the ocean. Isla could see Aqua Resort about 700m ahead of her; damn she was early by good twenty minutes.
“Oh I shouldn't rush,” she groaned.
After a quick shoulder check, Isla parked her Mini Cooper, on the side of the road. She decided to spend her time, at the beach, watching the beautiful evening sun instead of waiting for Zane at the resort.
As soon as, Isla stepped out of her car, the gentle sea breeze, teased the hem of her red-orange midi length dress, parting the front long slits to the fullest. In the rhythm of wind, her loose hair playfully danced about her face and bare shoulders. Isla took a deep breath, filling her senses with the salty smell of sea.
“I should record this.” After taking few selfies, she clicked onto video and started recording.
Suddenly, she noticed a figure of a person jogging on the beach. She stopped recording and waited for the jogger to pass. Shrugging she walked down the sandy slope into the dry beach, glad that she wore beach sandals today. She was still about 50m away from the low tide waters.
Lost in her own peaceful world, Isla jumped at the sound of approaching footsteps.
“The setting sun is beautiful but you are gorgeous.” Zane stood a metre or two away, with hands on his hips. He wore loose sleeveless T-shirt, black shorts and running shoes.
Oh God, the jogger is Zane! “Thanks. A setting sun, especially at the beach is breathtaking.” Isla could not keep her eyes off him, oh he was damn hot. Few strands of his black hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, damp patches covered his T-shirt, but it was his sweat trickling big biceps that made Isla drool. She literally salivated, and then quickly gulped, giving her dry throat some much needed moisture.
“Sorry I lost track of time while jogging.”
She cut in, “Actually I'm early.”
“Lovely, I'll meet you in 15 minutes at the front gate of Aqua Resort.”
“No, meet me at the back gate leading to the Private beach. And take your time.”
“How about you take me to the resort now?”
“Yes, sure.” Isla cussed herself for not offering to drive him earlier, a clear sign that she was not thinking straight.
Zane slipped into the passenger seat, and somehow the inner space of her car shrunk. “I'm all sweaty, hope you don't mind.”
Mind? Hell no! “Not at all.” Isla’s body shot sparks of excitement down her belly, making her hungry libido assert its presence somewhere deep in the V of her thighs.
- -
Three quarters of an hour later, Isla sat opposite Zane in a cosy but full restaurant. Actually, Lola's Restaurant, was next to Aqua Resort. So she asked Zane to walk across the beach with her, to this famous restaurant.
However, Lola's restaurant differed hugely from the mighty resort, in that their dining area looked right at the beach. Clearly they focused on dining with a view concept. Though not classy, food was cheap and locals flooded this restaurant.
Zane took a sip of his fruity alcoholic mixed drink and smiled at her, “The atmosphere here is awesome. It seems popular amongst the locals.”
“Wish Aqua Resort would do that.” Isla noticed he did not put on his glasses, in fact, the white short-sleeve shirt, denim and boots gave him a whole new different look. Relaxed and sinfully sexy. And those lips... she jerked from her fantasy planet, when she realized Zane was talking to her.
“With proper planning, it is possible. Aqua Resort has ample resources to cater needs of the locals and tourists alike.”
Isla sipped her drink, “Glad you think like that. But we employees can propose ideas, it is the boss who would have to take action.”
“Why don't you propose your idea?”
Isla laughed harshly, “Aqua Resort is a long forgotten hotel. ALEXA Group's busy making money elsewhere.”
Just then a waitress brought their plates and cutlery. She carefully arranged the plates on the table and informed them, “Your meal won't be long.”
A group of couples dancing in a Spanish music got Isla's attention. The beat was captivating, she automatically tapped her feet and moved her head.
To her surprise, Zane grabbed her hand, “Let's dance.”
Delighted she followed him into the dance floor. Not wanting to miss the music, Isla hurriedly pulled Zane's hesitant hand over her waist, and then grasped his other warm hand. The feel of his moving body against hers, was electrifying.
Eyes locked with his, Isla sensually moved her hips giving into the rhythm of the music. She murmured in his ear, “I like this song.”
He sucked in air and tightened his grasp on her waist. Then Zane lowered his head and whispered, “I like the way you move your body.” His warm breath teased the hairs on her bare shoulder. Oh it was getting hot now.
Soon the song ended, and sadly so did their sensual dance. Still holding hands, they returned to find the waitress setting up their table with food.
Isla dug straight into her creamy garlic prawns, “They have the best seafood dishes here, variety is less but the taste is phenomenal.”
“Agreed.” Zane squeezed lemon juice over his grilled fish.
- -
An hour into the night, and all Isla could think of was s*x. Yes, that dirty all night long, rough and wild tumble on the bed.
She looked at her reflection in the washroom's mirror, applied lip gloss on her lips and then popped a mint in her mouth. “Silly girl, who eats seafood on their first date night.” Shaking her head, she chanted, “Project: Zane's Seduction.”
Minutes later, Zane walked with Isla on the bright moonlit beach towards Aqua Resort. It was so bright, that there was no need to even switch on the cell phone torch light.
Isla slightly brushed her fingers on his. Zane stopped. Unable to wait any longer, Isla tiptoed and gave his sexy mouth a kiss. He responded, seconds later, the kiss deepened. He groaned and grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to his warmth. Eagerly Isla took charge of his mouth, delving and exploring to her fill.
He tore his mouth from hers, breathing a little faster, he asked, “You sure about this?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
Groaning he did, she continued the onslaught of his mouth, his rough chin and neck. His hands caressed her back and slowly made its way to her bottom, squeezing it. With an urgency, Isla’s hands went under his shirt, caressing and reveling at his manly torso. Soon her fingers grabbed his belt, he stiffened.
“Here?” Zane looked about him at the deserted moonlit beach. The only sound was the crushing of waves.
“Yes,” came her wicked reply. “Dangerous and exciting.”
She pulled him towards a cluster of boulders, closer to the sea. He obliged like an innocent puppy, ready to do as she bid. She plastered him to a boulder, away from everyone's sight. Now if anyone even came on the beach, they would only see the cluster of weathered rocks.
One at a time, Isla undid the buttons of his shirt and planted soft feathery kisses on his sexy cut chest. She circled her warm slithering tongue around his n****e, biting and sucking it. His husky sounds and rushed breathing ignited her passion.
Suddenly he turned and pushed her to the boulder. Isla gasped in surprise. His hands went under her dress, she stopped him. Then rolled her panty down, stepped out of it and like a vixen hung it on her index finger. An open invitation for dirty s*x on the beach.
He roughly unbuckled, lifted her dress up and drove in. She gasped. Hooking her knee on his arm, he pounded her, hard and fast. Feverishly she moaned, kissing his mouth and neck. Her hips danced, and womanhood ached in sweet torture. “Don't stop,” she pleaded. He continued his thumping, suddenly, an intense sweet pain gripped her insides, she moaned aloud, and came. Groaning he withdrew and spilled his seed on the sand.
Breathing heavily, Zane slumped his back on the boulder, “Wow.” He came closer and kissed her fully on the mouth. “It was my first time.”
“What?”
He laughed, “I meant my first time doing it on the beach at night.”
“Mine too.”
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