Suzanne Portnoy

I walked into the back garden, towel in hand, still sweating from the steam room. Six naked bodies were dotted around the small space, each lying on a towel covering a Reebok gym mat. I picked up a gym mat from the stack in the corner of the garden and did the same for myself. That’s when I saw him, sitting in the back of the garden, a towel draped around his waist, taking a drag off his cigarette. I put down the towel and walked over to him.

‘Hey, you,’ I said and bent down to kiss his lips, tenderly.

He put his arms around me, lowered his head, sucking one of my nipples gently into his mouth. I felt myself get wet instantly. Then he released his lips, moved across to the other breast and did the same. I smiled.

‘Haven’t seen you here in a while,’ he said.

‘No,’ I replied. ‘I’ve been busy. Lots of work. I haven’t been hanging out much. How’s the Slovakian chick?’

‘Gone,’ he said.

‘So, what’s happening in your love life?’ I said innocently, hoping he was available. In all the years I had been going to Rios he was the only man I ever wanted to see outside the place. The last time we’d hooked up was a year or two ago and I still recalled the intensity of that meeting. I’d always regretted that we had never swapped numbers.

It wasn’t just the sex although we had a natural chemistry. He had made me laugh and I found him incredibly attractive. Tall and slim, almost 40, with an Irish accent, cheeky smile and short salt and pepper hair, he was my usual type.

Now, here he was and I couldn’t help thinking that fate had played a part. Rios was never a place I went to with intention.

‘Nothing much,’ he said.

‘So,’ I said. ‘You gonna play with me later on?’

I walked away, not giving him time to answer and lay face down on the mat, my head facing away from him and my pussy in his direct line of vision. Then I waited.