Erotic story: “You still look just as delicious, Roos. And feel just as good”
It is warm in Amsterdam. Roos is lounging comfortably on a terrace by the water when she suddenly feels two familiar hands on her shoulders. It's her ex.
Somewhere I find it nice to be on my own again. No Jacques to keep me occupied. Working, seeing my friends, lounging by the IJ as I melt from the heat. But Jacques is impatient. His messages are getting a bit more edgy. That promises something when I get back to Paris later. And I think with my phone in my hand about that last time. The Sunday he let me get out of bed alone for coffee and croissants.
Apparently, I am smiling at my screen because Sophie gives me a nudge from the couch next to me on the terrace. “What are you thinking about, Roos?” She quickly snatches the phone from my hands. “And who is Jacques?”, she exclaims laughingly. I jump up to get the thing back. Cas is watching us from the other side of the table, I see from the corner of my eye. “Ooh la la, she really likes that, mon chérie,” and she scrolls further through my message history while laughing. Thank goodness I always delete Cas’ messages immediately.
Suddenly, Sophie throws my phone down again. She looks past me and mimes with her lips: oh my gooood. The moment I want to turn around, I feel two large hands on my shoulders, a head next to my ear, and there is that familiar voice that always manages to touch me to my core. “Hello Roos.” I hold my breath. Dave.
I turn my head and he quickly plants a kiss on my cheek, half on my mouth. A mocking look flashes across his face. I think of a way to politely brush him off. Dave is bad news. But Sophie is already busy making space between her and me. “Come on, Dave. Have a drink”, and he sinks down between us on the couch. When his thigh lightly presses against mine and he lets his arm rest around my shoulders, it feels familiar yet unreal at the same time.
My relationship with Dave was intense. Too intense. The sex, the fights, the making up. Even when we broke up, it still crackled for a long time. I struggled for a while to let him go. Until I left for Paris and he went traveling. The distance created a natural barrier. But now he is suddenly sitting here next to me. I feel his finger hooking on my back under the strap of my bikini. Immediately that old feeling creeps through my body again, that all-consuming attraction. God, he was so good in bed. Dave gently rubs my back, looks at me from time to time, and I feel him scooting a little closer to me. I need to get out of here.
“Who wants to go swimming?” I jump up, run across the terrace, and dive into the water from the dock. When I come up, there is a big splash next to me. I expect to see one of my friends' heads popping up, but then I feel someone grabbing me firmly underwater. Hands along my butt, stomach, and breasts. I scream and Dave comes up with a grin from ear to ear. “You still look just as good, Roos. And feel just the same”, he whispers in my ear.
It feels like I am on fire. This time it’s not the intense thirty degrees in the city that makes me hot. It’s Dave, who slides my bikini bottom aside with his fingers. From the terrace by the water, Sophie waves and points to the new bottle of rosé that the waiter is bringing. I give a thumbs up as a sign that I’m coming. And I’m going to do that in multiple ways. Dave's fingers know how to bring me to a climax in no time as usual. And as the first shocks run through my pelvis, I playfully push him underwater to suppress my moan. I feel his beautiful, muscular body close against mine.
I grab my towel and bag and walk towards the changing room at the side of the building. Over my shoulder, I look at Dave who is also climbing out of the water. He follows me. Just as I want to close the door of the changing room behind me, he steps inside and locks the door. “Dave”, I protest. But it’s already too late. He pulls at the strings of my bikini and within seconds I am naked in front of him. With one movement, he lifts me up and pushes me against the wall of the changing room. I wrap my arms around his neck and he fucks me. Nothing else. His hands around my butt, him deep inside me, his tongue and lips kissing my neck and ear. “Oh, Roos. I’ve missed this”, Dave moans softly.
He thrusts faster into me. Just before he comes, he gently sets me down on my feet. I know what he wants. I sink to my knees for him and take him in my mouth. When I look up, I see his familiar face. How he looks at me again with the same delight in his eyes as I do this to him. I gently stroke with my free hand along the inside of his thighs, along his butt, and I feel all his muscles tense as he also moans and comes. Now just hope that not the whole terrace has been able to enjoy it.
