The Bottom Line by Emma Savage Page A

zip and, after I had stepped out of my trousers, pulling forward the waistband of my briefs so they would clear the rigid obstruction. I took them off and followed with my shirt, watching as Juliet equally quickly divested herself of skirt and knickers. She pushed me backwards onto the bed, and with no fuss at all mounted me and reached for my hands, which she placed over her breasts.
    â€˜There you are,’ she said. ‘You can be as rough as you like with them for as long as you stay inside me.’
    It didn’t take long, I have to confess. I squeezed and mauled them enthusiastically as I thrust up and down inside her, coming quickly and to Juliet’s apparent satisfaction. I lay there, spent, as she looked down at me and smiled, apparently satisfied with a job well done, leaning slightly forward so that the full weight of her breasts was swaying over me.
    â€˜Was that all right?’ she asked. ‘Was sir satisfied?’
    â€˜Oh yes,’ I told her, ‘sir was well satisfied, but he’d like to ask a question.’
    â€˜Go ahead,’ she said, ‘but I’m not promising to answer.’
    â€˜What I’m wondering,’ I began, ‘if so many of our acquaintances have tried to pull you and failed, is why you were so quick to agree to come away with me.’
    She paused or a moment before answering. ‘There were two reasons,’ she said. ‘First of all, your timing was perfect. I didn’t really want to go and stay in London with Sheila, so you got that right.’
    She paused again.
    â€˜Go on,’ I urged her.
    â€˜Well,’ she continued, ‘you were never as pushy as the others. Oh, I know you couldn’t resist ogling my cleavage, but you never made any cheap innuendos. I always felt that while you were as keen as anybody to take whatever was on offer, you wouldn’t do anything until you were sure I wanted you to. Am I right?’
    â€˜Probably,’ I told her, ‘but don’t kid yourself that I’m Mr Wonderful. The problem with me is that as soon as I see a bunch of guys all behaving in the same predictable way, I immediately want to do just do the opposite. I’m no better than they are, I’m afraid - I just don’t like being so obvious.’
    â€˜Whatever you say,’ she murmured, lifting herself off me as she spoke, ‘but don’t you kid yourself either.’ She waited, presumably for me to comment, then continued when I didn’t. ‘When you invited me to come with you on this little trip, I knew exactly what my side of the bargain was. You get easily bored when you have time on your hands and you thought you could relieve that boredom by getting yourself some female company. Am I right or am I right?’
    â€˜Yes,’ I agreed, ‘of course you’re right. But here we are having a great time. Nobody knows about us, nobody’s getting hurt. You’re filling in an empty few days and getting well fed into the bargain, and I’m getting unlimited access to a very sexy lady. Let’s just enjoy it.’
    And we did for the next four days. The business was easy, the landscapes were fabulous, the food was excellent, Juliet was a great travelling companion and, if the sex wasn’t among the most varied I’d ever enjoyed - until the last evening abroad - it was more than enough to banish any boredom I might have felt.
    The last evening was peculiar, though. We’d had another good day, had found another small congenial hotel and had enjoyed a swim in the pool. Juliet was available - as she always was, no problems on that front - but I decided that I really wanted to have a long soak, so I ran myself a bath, stripped off and got in, luxuriating in the soapy water and the knowledge that there was nothing I had to do if I didn’t want to. I could hear Juliet moving around in the bedroom, humming contentedly to herself, and I gradually lost all sense of