Saturday night
Sara's version
The movie about weather and crime scenes was very good. The nicely chilled bottles of wine handed to us as we exited the auditorium were even better. Back in our room, I read the label as Greg changed into his nightwear - shorts and no shirt. "Hmm. Duplin Wine Cellars Carolina Red, made from Muscadine grapes. Interesting."
I opened the bottle and was pouring when he slipped up behind me and deposited his bottle on the table. "Scuppernong. We should try both." His eyes sparkled as he accepted the proffered glass - well, coffee cup; we were short on crystal. "This is good."
I took a sip of mine. "Wow! I think I like this. I'm not usually one for red wines, but this is nice."
"Yeah." He took a healthy swig and grinned. "Have I ever mentioned that I'm a horny drunk?" He padded over to the bed and patted a spot beside him. "Have a seat."
I raised an eyebrow and sat. "So, what's up for tomorrow?"
"Mmmm, decomp in the afternoon."
I grinned. "Yeah, I'm looking forward to that one."
"Morning's some lame policies, paperwork, and procedure crapfest. PLEASE don't tell me you want to go."
I screwed up my face. "Umm, no."
"You know, this hotel has a wonderful heated pool. I brought my swimsuit. Did YOU bring yours?"
I laughed. "Yes, I did."
"Is it a string bikini? Maybe a thong? Ooooh, I hope it is."
"It's a bikini. How about you, Greggo - do you wear a speedo?"
"Uh, no." He smiled and looked down shyly. "Not exactly my best style."
"Oh, I don't know... " I looked him over meaningfully. "I think you've got what it takes."
"Now how would you know that?" Oh, yeah, he was squirming now.
I took another long swig from my cup and dropped my voice. "I already told you, Greg - I saw EVERYTHING."
A vivid blush stained his cheeks. "Did- did you like what you saw?"
I grinned wickedly and looked him over. "Oh, yeah." I stood and headed for the bathroom. "Think I'll grab a shower," I shot over my shoulder.
Greg's version
"I already told you - I saw EVERYTHING..."
Damn, and that water was cold. I wasn't really the man I usually am, if you understand what I'm saying. But this is Sara, and she's smart enough to take that into account. I hope. "Did - did you like what you saw?" Shit, that came out sounding just a little too hopeful.
She checked me out slowly, her gaze lingering just a bit on my crotch. "Oh, yeah," she said huskily, her eyes bright with, what, hunger? Then she stood up and moved toward the bathroom. "Think I'll take a shower," she said airily.
And once again we will be sleeping in the same bed - Sara, me, and my hard-on. Shit, this woman is going to be the death of me yet.
