Friday. Part 1.
She walked across the rear deck of the ferry, the wind was blowing into her face but warm and refreshing after the long day at work. Now she could relax and unwind as she headed across the sound towards home. The sea and the weekend stretched out before her and she knew she had no plans for the weekend and was looking forward to it, and as she pondered on the non plans she had she smiled to herself. That's when she saw him staring right at her and smiling back his deep brown eyes boring into her, and she blushed, turned and walked off.
Wandering around the ferry she started to formulate a plan for dinner that night, but every time she stopped she thought about the man. Staring and smiling at her, why? why did it make her feel so......so nervous? excited? Exhilarated. Yes that was it. His short dark hair, trimmed goatee, smart suit and brown eyes. Those eyes, like they knew something. She strolled over to the railings and breathed in the warm sea air lost in her thoughts when......
'It's beautiful, isn't it' said the voice from behind her making her jump a little. She turned to face the voice and saw him, the staring man, and she stood there dumb struck and blushing once more. 'Beautiful' he said again with a smile and an accent, a soft voice and an English accent. His words rang around her head, beautiful? Did he mean me, the view, the ferry, her head was swimming and all she could muster was a quiet 'Yes, yes it is' as she blushed even more and became aware of a warm feeling growing deep inside her as his smile grew bigger and he introduced himself.
His name was Simon and he was here in the US on business he explained to her as they had a conversation. Not that you could call her side of the conversation much more than a yes, no and more blushing, what was it about him that made her feel so alive. The conversation continued like that as he told her how he had a meeting that evening and would be returning on the ferry the next morning and she felt a sudden pang that she would never see him again. He looked into her eyes and as if he saw what was going on inside her he took a half step towards her and spoke in his beautiful English accent. 'Perhaps I may stay on, if there was something to stay around for' and a wry smile crossed his lips as his hand reached out towards her.
She stood motionless unable to move as he brushed her cheek with his warm hand, it felt good but it didn't stop there. His hand slowly moved down her neck and she didn't, couldn't move. Down he moved further across her partially exposed collarbone and further again tracing the contour of her left breast. Oh my gosh she thought, stood there on the deck of the ferry being fondled by a man she didn't even know and not stopping him. Part of her didn't want to stop him but more worrying was the part that couldn't stop him, as his hand moved lower from her breast slowly across her tummy. He moved closer still and bowed his head down towards her cheek as his hand pushed at the material of her skirt between her legs and as she felt a rush of fire spreading through her he kissed her lightly on the cheek and whispered into her ear.