| Straight: True Stories: The Frolics Of A Flight Attendant - Stars Above Goa (4/10) |
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men approaching the table. Tom Clancy sat next to Samantha. “Hey guys,” he smiled a huge boyish grin and continued, “How is everyone this evening.” Echoes of “Hi” followed. The tall stranger standing away from the group was ushered forward and found a seat opposite Kate. “This is Marcus, he just got in this afternoon from Mumbai. He’s spending the week with us,” Tom advised, grinning at his friend. “Hello,” volunteered Marcus, amid the chatter of the crew. Kate joined the others and welcomed the new handsome face, mischievously thinking how much brighter the evening had become. She observed that he was probably around 36 years, about 6 ft 4. He had dark, deep set eyes, a quizzical brow, defined cheekbones and almost jet black short hair. He was dressed in casual dark Ralph Lauren jeans and a classic plain white T-shirt. There was something rugged about him but refined at the same time, thought Kate. “Fucking drop dead gorgeous,” Sam had whispered about him. By midnight, the group had dwindled down to Kate, Sam, Tom and Marcus, the latter barely speaking and Sam and Tom engrossed in each other. Their sudden desire to go for a walk left Kate and Marcus alone. “Have you been to Goa before, Marcus?” asked Kate, in an effort to break the silence. “No,” he replied sharply, his gaze intimidating her. Therefore, the invitation to join him outside on the terrace surprised her and before she had time to answer he took her wine glass and led the way to two grand wicker chairs with deep red, plush velvet cushions. Kate’s small frame was lost in the grandeur of the furniture as she sat looking up at Marcus who hovered before going to the bar for cognacs. She slipped off her ballet pumps and wriggled her toes, pleased to be free from their constraints. Tucking her small tanned feet with shiny, red, painted toenails under her shapely rear, Kate leaned back and looked over to the lagoon, waiting for Marcus to return. A waiter followed him across the lounge full of original antiques to where Kate was sitting. He placed a silver tray with two cognacs and a pack of Marlboro Light cigarettes on the low glass table and left the couple. Kate looked up at Marcus in surprise. “I overheard you say that you occasionally smoke but you didn’t have any, I’ll join you now we’re alone and won’t be bothering anyone else.” Kate was taken aback by his consideration and gladly took the cigarette that Marcus placed in his mouth and lit for her. The small intimate gesture seemed a natural thing for him to do and for her to accept. Kate smiled her thanks. Although conversation didn’t flow, this time the silence wasn’t imposing, both were content listening to the crickets talking and the song of a solitary bullfrog in the lagoon. Although he offered little conversation, Marcus acknowledged Kate’s teasing, transfixed on everything she said, forever looking at her intensely beautiful eyes. It was almost 2 am when they both decided to leave. The Indian night air was warm as they walked along the small paths amid the lush landscaped gardens filled with bougainvillea plants that had entwined themselves in the gigantic trees. Approaching her room, Kate stopped in her tracks as she heard the erotic murmurs of lovemaking. It |
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