That Sunday afternoon Reina sat leaning back in a desk chair in her seaside hotel room, wearing a long sundress and nothing else, her feet propped up on the corner of the desk, legs crossed at the ankles, arms draped over her tummy, looking across at him.
Leo sat on her bed, fully clothed except for his shoes, legs extended, talking as usual about something that did not hold her interest as she mentally planned the speech she intended to give if he ever shut up.
Let me tell you about Reina so you can picture this interaction more clearly. Reina is 38 years old, stands 5 feet 7 inches tall, and weighs 140 pounds. She is endowed with a 34C chest that few seem to notice because her ass and legs steal all the glory. Her face has been compared to Drew Barrymore and Scully from the X-Files, and it's true that if the two faces were combined just so there would be a resemblance. Her eyes shift from blue to green depending on the color she's wearing, always with flecks of gold in the center. Her shoulder length, naturally wavy hair is dark blonde if it has been in the sun, and light brown if it hasn't been, and it always appears to have a red hue in direct sunlight.
Leo is 45 years old. He is 6 feet tall, and about 200 pounds of solid muscle. He has a prominent nose, a chiseled jaw, a Brazilian accent, and a sexy shaved head. He was a Brazilian Jujitsu fighter until a few years ago when he made the decision to buy a gym and begin coaching young fighters instead. He has stayed in fighting shape, though, and dear god is he delicious, with his sculpted... everything. And as Reina would soon come to discover, his pants contained the stuff of urban legends.
Leo and Reina had spent hours on the phone, and things had gone well. He wasn't brilliant, she knew that, but he was confident, smooth, and certainly smart enough to fuck. He was polite and considerate, and also a bit cocky, but she figured that was fine since he'd be unlikely to catch feelings for her.
Reina had no idea what changed when she got there, but it's like there was suddenly a hink in his chain. After weeks of talking regularly and getting to know his personality fairly well, she arrived to find him mumbling nervously at first, then bragging a lot, followed by oversharing, then acting quite paranoid, and throughout it all rambling endlessly on topics she didn't care about and failing to notice her boredom.
Worst of all, he didn't put the moves on her. Reina is old fashioned in some ways - she wants to be pursued. Though they went on dates Friday night, Saturday afternoon, Saturday night, and Sunday at brunch, there had been no action. By Sunday afternoon, she was over it, ready to write him off and return home to explore those many other options she bypassed to visit Leo's hot ass.
All weekend she had gone back and forth about whether she would fuck him if he tried. He was weird but he was hot enough that it was still a spirited internal debate. Finally, as he drove her back to her hotel after brunch, Reina made up her mind. She craved sexual connections with men who showed a strong desire for her. She needed their enthusiasm to spark her own. That Leo had made no move on her all weekend proved he did not want her intensely enough to suit her needs.
She planned to tell him about her decision when they pulled into the hotel parking lot to avoid riding together in awkward silence after her announcement. But as they arrived, before she could send him on his way, Reina got an important call on her cell that she had to take right away. She stepped out of his car, poking an index finger into her right ear and clutching the phone to the left side of her face and leisurely paced as she talked. It was taking a while, so Leo approached her, gesturing for her room key so he could use the bathroom. They had just eaten, and he didn't know her plan yet, so she only briefly hesitated before handing it over.
Reina finished her call and went up to her room to find Leo who had made himself quite at home in her bed. Seeing him sitting there she was again reminded of how much she wanted to straddle his lap and go for a ride, so she decided that she would reconsider her decision once more if he finally made a move. Her hopes were dashed immediately as he began rambling again, not picking up on her disappointment. Reina fell into the desk chair across from him with a resigned sigh, planning to kick him out at the first opportunity.
When Leo finally took a breather, Reina braced herself and drew in a breath preparing to say her piece. As though he finally sensed her low energy mood or caught a clue about what was coming from her facial expression, his shoulders slumped a bit and he spoke again before Reina had a chance, "you don't like me like that, huh?"
Shifting in her seat, Reina said "well you're definitely hot and you've been so generous by insisting on buying my meals, and I think you're really nice.." she trailed off.
Nodding, he said "but you don't want me to touch you in the naughty ways I dream of touching you. I get it." And he began to stand up to leave.
"Hold up! You want to touch me??" Reina asked incredulously, not believing what she was hearing. "Then what the hell have you been waiting for?" she blurted with a furrowed brow, shaking her head.
It was Leo's turn to be incredulous, as he scoffed "Are you serious? Of course I want to touch you! Look at you! Have you not noticed my tented pants all weekend? The question is do you want to be touched?"
"Well, I came with the intent to do very naughty things with you, as I thought there was intense mutual attraction, but then you showed no signs of it once we met in person. It seems that all you want to do is talk, and I don't make first moves. I let a man be a man and claim his prize, then I prove that I am a prize indeed. By today I'd given up. Hell, I have to leave in the morning, so it's too late."
With a sigh, he said "Damn! You told me those things on the phone. I guess I forgot when I got
nervous. Mmm. That's a shame. I blew it, and I'm sorry. I'll go." Then he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and reached for his shoes.
Reina looked away as Leo began to slip on his shoes, feeling awkward now, anxious for him to go so she could pack then relax. What a wasted trip it had been, she thought, and she had had such high hopes. She had to stifle a groan and an eye roll, thinking she was going to have to kick him out more forcefully, when she heard Leo say "no, wait..". But she let him continue, as he stood, dropping his shoes.