The last drink
The build-up to a one-night stand
The mild humidity of a coastal town gives a certain glow to a woman’s skin.
“There is probably time for one more drink”, he thought to himself.
The corner table at the beach shack felt like their own now. The sun had set. Nature was showing off her colours in the big twilight canvas. They have been together for about three hours. Exactly three hours since he saw her for the very first time.
“I will get this one”, she said. Her eyes glistened, as she looked probably a couple of seconds too long into his eyes, and walked away. The orders were consistent all evening — bubbly champagne for her and single malt for him.
“If you feel like it, come over”, he suggested. She sat back. “I do not know, let me see how I feel when I go back to the room. I may just choose to retire for the night”.
They walked across the road to the sea-facing hotel and went separate ways.
“Is this it? Is this the last time I would see her?”, he wondered. Casual good nights were exchanged.
Back in his room, he hoped. He organised his room, just in case. A woman deserves that. He drew a square through the mist in the mirror. Tanned, rugged. “It is what it is”. His warm shower had lasted a little longer. Jazz on Spotify? No, probably soft rock is a better option. He splashed Davidoff Cool Water on the pillows. Protection? Yes.
Stepping into the balcony, he lost track of time. The sea breeze was mild. The sheer white curtains swerved a bit. Maybe she retired for the day.
There was a knock on the door.
She looked lovely at the door. Lush black hair, freshly wet with the pixie hairdo. White spaghetti top that clung onto her a bit too well and a flared short skirt that reminded him of the sunset. He realised that he hadn’t noticed the anklets at the beach shacks — or probably she just wore them.
“Can I offer you something to drink”?
No, thanks. Just water will do fine.
They sat outside at the balcony, adjacent, facing the beach. There was a lot of silence.
“Sunrise or sunset”
Sunset. For you?
“Sunrise”.
“Summer or winter?”
Summer.
“Gin or vodka?”
Gin.
Silence…
“Kiss or cuddle?”
Both, said she.
“Now or later?”
He half-turned towards her in anticipation. Her lovely eyes teased. She moved closer. Right arm on his left thigh, her lips touching his ears.
“Now”. She whispered.
There is nothing more sensual than the smell of a woman leaning over. He cupped his hands around her high cheekbones and felt her lower lip. She turned towards him and sighed — faintly.
She was more beautiful at night. The dusky skin glistened under the full moon. He helped her stand up and stood behind her. He loved the nape of necks. In a pixie cut, it was out there in the nude. He brushed the back of his right hand over her neck before he nibbled. Her hair still a bit wet. She held the neck at an angle to let him in there a bit. He held her dainty shoulders and arms and slide down slowly, while taking the nape of the neck and working up the right ear lobe. Their bodies came a bit more closer and warmer. Deff Leppard played Love Bites in the background.
She turned towards him and said, “I want you”. Her lovely fingers unbuttoned his white linen shirt a bit more.
