My first erotic story EVER. Be gentle…
The hot sun beat down on Heather Allen’s body as she looked on the colossal port beneath her that was packed with luxury yachts and the ultra-rich. She felt her coating of sunscreen weaken as the light baked her in an entirely pleasant heat, reflected from the rock face all around her.
“Ma chère, you will burn,” the older man called as he stood atop the outcropping. “You need to keep that beautiful body in good shape!”
His hair was mostly white. His five o’clock shadow was messy, but she found it mysterious at the time. He wore a button-down baby-blue shirt on their hike. It hardly seemed appropriate attire. His brown leather hiking boots were the most sensible thing about him, but that wasn’t why she’d agreed to travel to the tiny country with the much older man.
Heather had met him at a club in Amsterdam. She scoffed when he offered to sail her across Europe. She was just twenty. She hardly viewed herself as exciting. She was from Ohio. Nothing exciting happened in Ohio.