[MF] Bound

Ciaran McNamara was restless as he sat in the makeshift office he had set up in his garage with two friends from his old investment bank. They had grown close over the years working long grueling hours, a shared Irish heritage, going to the gym, sleep, repeat.  The months with Sarah had been intense and passionate. Following the conference she had basically moved in, but when she was assigned a new desk in their London office, the opportunity and money were too good to pass up.

After Sarah left, Ciaran began to realize months ago how dreadful his life actually was working long hours with little time for outside pursuits.  Sarah had been an incredibly sexy diversion and in her absence, burn out had taken its place. He needed a break and while conversing over drinks with his best friends, discovered he was not the only one looking for an exit plan.  Over the following months, Ciaran, Eamonn, and Patrick had discussed setting up their own hedge fund.  After a few years working as analysts and with no spare time to spend it, the three had amassed sizable savings.  What had begun as small talk about leaving the corporate grind behind had eventually evolved into a detailed plan of pooled assets and most importantly, freedom.

[MF] Part 2 – The Conference – The Next Morning

Ciaran slides his arm out from under Sarah, careful not to wake her as he changes into his running shorts and a tshirt and slips out of the bed to use the restroom. Pulling on his running shoes, he is careful not to make a sound as he opens the door and softly shuts it behind him.  All the excitement from last night is still top of mind as he replays every moment in his mind, barely noticing the surrounding beauty of the resort as he completes his usual morning 5 miler and as his thoughts continue to wander his desire to return to the room increases significantly.

[MF] – The Conference

Sarah’s eyes are closed under her sunglasses and despite her darker than usual tan, the sun is shining brightly off of her oil drenched body.  Suddenly she gasps and promptly raises up as she feels ice cold water dripping onto her stomach. Ciaran tries to stifle his laughter as he hands her the drink from the tiki hut bar behind them.  Sarah playfully slaps Ciaran’s ass as he takes a seat beside her, digging his toes into the white sandy beach and looking off into the crystal clear water in front of them.  They had some time after this morning’s presentations and economic update and decided to take full advantage.  He takes her hand in his as she lies back and assumes her original position, soaking in the sun and listening to the waves crash.  Ciaran sits and sips his beer as in the distance they hear a mariachi band playing outside of a nearby restaurant.  He squeezes her hand a little tighter and watches as she nonchalantly rubs her feet over one another to get off the excess sand.  It wasn’t intentional on her part, but he notices nevertheless and now can’t take his eyes off them.  He takes a long sip of  beer and watches as she points her toes, scrunches them together, then spreads them wide, stretching as she relaxes in the sun. He gazes up and down her tanned and toned body and notices only a slight hint of tan lines peeking out from under her Gilly Hicks bikini. He is mesmerized by how unbelievably sexy she is and finishes his beer before setting the bottle beside him in the sand.

The Conference [MF]

Sarah’s eyes are closed under her sunglasses and despite her darker than usual tan, the sun is shining brightly off of her oil drenched body.  Suddenly she gasps and promptly raises up as she feels ice cold water dripping onto her stomach. Ciaran tries to stifle his laughter as he hands her the drink from the tiki hut bar behind them.  Sarah playfully slaps Ciaran’s ass as he takes a seat beside her, digging his toes into the white sandy beach and looking off into the crystal clear water in front of them.  They had some time after this morning’s presentations and economic update and decided to take full advantage.  He takes her hand in his as she lies back and assumes her original position, soaking in the sun and listening to the waves crash.  Ciaran sits and sips his beer as in the distance they hear a mariachi band playing outside of a nearby restaurant.  He squeezes her hand a little tighter and watches as she nonchalantly rubs her feet over one another to get off the excess sand.  It wasn’t intentional on her part, but he notices nevertheless and now can’t take his eyes off them.  He takes a long sip of  beer and watches as she points her toes, scrunches them together, then spreads them wide, stretching as she relaxes in the sun. He gazes up and down her tanned and toned body and notices only a slight hint of tan lines peeking out from under her Gilly Hicks bikini. He is mesmerized by how unbelievably sexy she is and finishes his beer before setting the bottle beside him in the sand.