This is a different story than I'm accustomed to writing. Usually I don't like to use force in story between couples but as I wrote it, I changed my mind. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and I do appreciate any comments.
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The plane touched down with a jolt and then rolled down the tarmac towards the small terminal. Alicia Evans stared out of the window, frowning as she watched the workers and vehicles scurry about. She turned to give her boyfriend Sam Nichols a quick smile before leaning back in her seat and going into her purse.
The purse was small with a small green logo on the blue leather. Alicia pulled out a lipstick and a small mirror and carefully reapplied a layer of red on her lips. She took a quick glance at the rest of her soft complexion, blue eyes and her short black hair. After she ran her manicured nails through her hair she favored Sam with a quick smile.
"About time we landed. For first class seats these aren't very comfortable."
Sam sighed. "I thought they were fine. Drinks were good anyway."
"Maybe for you. The wine was bland."
He stood up and opened the overhead bin, easily able to reach the small suitcase. Sam kept his brown hair short and tidy -- as a corporate manager his appearance was important.
A wave of heat and humidity washed over them as they left the airport. The taxi, yellow with green stripes along the side, bolted down the small highway to Alicia's parents' home away from home. Her parents were divorced; her mother remarried but her father remained single. Her father was a successful executive, operating a number of companies. Sam was employed by him as a manager in one of those companies when he met Alicia at a company social function. He believed her to be one of the many workers in the company and only later learned of her relationship to the owner. He found it awkward initially but found they rarely came into contact with each other during daily work activities.
The taxi drove them up the twisting narrow road to the gated home. Though the beach area was the most popular for homes, the Evans preferred the seclusion and the view of higher up on the hills that surrounded the small tourist city.
Alicia carried the small suitcase through the front door as Sam followed in with the two large suitcases. She put down the suitcase and plopped on the soft leather easy chair.
"I need a rest after that flight."
"Sure. I'll haul these suitcases upstairs."
Alicia watched him haul all three suitcases, the smaller one under his arm. Feeling slightly guilty she got up and went to the kitchen. The cupboards wouldn't contain much, some boxes of nonperishable and cans of soup. The fridge had more opportunity to have something of value and it was there she found some cans of pop and beer. After a slight hesitation she took two cans of Coke, thinking they had enough alcohol to drink on the plane and went back to the living room.
Sam had just returned downstairs when she handed him the pop.
"Thanks. I left the suitcases on the bed; we can unpack them later."
"Sure. Do you want to relax a bit or go to town? We have to pick up some groceries; nothing much here."
"You know what I want to do." He grinned at her.
"What?" She grinned back at him as he took her hand.
He opened his mouth to speak when his cell phone rang. "Damn."
He looked at the number and then answered.
"Sam Nichols speaking."
He listened to the other end of the conversation.
"Hold on. You're saying Barcol has come back with another offer and you want to take it?"
Again he listened to the response.
"Look, it's simple. Barcol had their chance. They didn't make the best bid. If we accept their bid now then we're saying they can put their best bid in after the others have committed."
He listened once more but appeared to cut off the other conversation.
"Pay attention. I've told you what we should do and that's final. I'm not changing my mind." He closed his phone and put it down.
He looked at her. "Idiots. How hard can it be to stick to your decision?" He shook his head.
Alicia shrugged. "I change my mind when I shop for shoes all the time." She smiled at him.
*****
They rolled naked on the bed, wrestling for position. Alicia tried to get on top of him but he easily flipped her on her back. She giggled as he forced his legs between hers and then gave up as he sucked on her nipples. She opened her legs and wrapped them around him as he pushed deep inside her.
Sam took her hands and placed them above her head, holding her wrists together with one of his hands. His other hand squeezed her breasts as he began to thrust inside her.
Alicia didn't resist him, enjoying his dominance. She closed her eyes as she fantasized that she was being forced. At work she knew how strong he could be, assertive and dominating. But with her he was a gentleman, sometimes to the point where she wished he show a little bit of that dark side.
She shouted his name as he gave a final push and exploded inside her. Alicia felt his weight as he collapsed on her and then a few moments later rolled off her. She received another kiss from Sam and then watched him as he got up from the bed. She finally lifted her hands from above her head, dropping them by her sides. Alicia didn't want to get up; the bed seemed so comfortable but knew Sam would want to do something.
*****
Sam checked the oil in the Suzuki Sidekick, a basic two seater with an open cab. The small back half of the jeep had various loose items in it; a small tool box, some rope, duct tape and a case of empty wine bottles. He closed the hood and pronounced everything looked alright. He thought about wiping his hands on his green T-shirt but changed his mind to use a paper towel.
Alicia took a cloth and wiped down the hard vinyl seats.
"It's kind of a dusty."
Sam shrugged. "It's been in storage since the last time your mom was here. That was almost two months ago."
"We should get it cleaned."
"We will. Come on; let's head to the big city."
She got in the passenger side, looking for anything that would put dirt on her short white tank top or her tan shorts. The ride was rough and noisy with Sam dropping her off near a cluster of shops. He then continued on to get the vehicle washed, agreeing to meet her at a coffee shop at the end of the block.
Alicia browsed through the various shops, picking some clothes and a pair of sandals. She stopped in a jewelry store, looked at some necklaces and then a quick look at engagement rings. She pursed her lips and then carried on to the coffee shop. She spotted him sitting in the back reading a newspaper. She sat down across from him and dropped her packages on the floor as he looked up.
"Got some shopping done I see."
"Yeah, some cute outfits. I could really use a cold mocha. Would you get me a medium sized one? I hate standing in line."
Sam let out a small sigh and went to the counter, returning a few minutes later with her drink. She had taken out a small blue top from one of the bags.
"What do you think about this colour on me? The salesgirl said it looked good on me but you know how they will say anything to make a sale. I like the way it shows off my waist."
"I think it looks fine." He took a drink of his now cool coffee. "After your drink do you want to go for a ride on the boat and take it out to that little island we found last time?"
"That sounds okay. But I want to go back to cottage first for a change of clothes."
"What's wrong with what you have on now?"
"I don't want them to get wet and dirty on the boat."
"You're kidding, right? That boat is half the size of the cottage. You're not going to get wet unless you jump off the deck."
"It's been in storage like the jeep; trust me I need to change first."
The ride to the docks wasn't far out of town but Sam pushed the speed, feeling time was wasted because of Alicia needing to change her clothes. She was now wearing some flip-flops, blue jean shorts and a red halter top. At the last minute at the cottage she put a bikini in a bag with a towel and then announced she was ready to go.
Sam had one more delay to stop at the liquor store and then at a KFC for lunch later. Fortunately the boat was ready to go when they arrived; the Evens paid money to have the boat maintained at the harbour. Soon they were on their way and Sam opened up the motors of the fifty foot boat as soon as he could.
