Page 71 of The First Chord

“We still have plenty of time.” I smoothed my hand down her arm and reached for a quick kiss to her lips. “So, let’s just relax for now.”

Lying in silence, it felt like my body was literally buzzing. The waves of excitement were never ending each time I thought about the woman lying next to me. About the possibilities for the future.

“Have you always wanted to be a rock star?” Amber asked after a while.

“No. I wanted to be an architect.”

“Really?” She poked me gently in the stomach. “That explains the Lego.”

“I never thought of it like that, but I suppose you’re right.” I turned my head to look at her. She looked peaceful with her eyes closed against the warm sun. “What about you? What did you want to be?”

“Hah,” she scoffed. “Not just a wife, that’s for sure.” Her eyes opened and as she looked at me, my heart jumped. “I always fancied owning a book shop or working in a library.”

“You still could.”

“No.” She frowned. “Apart from the fact I think you need qualifications to work in a library and money to buy a bookshop, no one seems to buy books anymore. Everyone seems to have an e reader or read on their phone.”

“You always have a book.”

“I love a real book.” She grinned. “You know what I love about them?”

“What?”

“The smell.”

I laughed. “The smell. Wow, you really are weird.”

The sound of her laugh did something to me, strangely in the trouser department. Who the fuck got turned on by the sound of a giggle? Me apparently.

“I’m not weird. At least I don’t do Lego.”

“What?” I sat up, slapping a hand against my chest, acting hurt. “How dare you?” I leaned over and started to tickle her, my hand slipping under her arm and finding her weak spot. She squealed and began thrashing around, desperately trying to stop me.

“Ronnie,” she gasped, wriggling around, “stop, oh my god, please.” She was breathing heavily mixed with peals of laughter and my face was aching with smiling. As Amber wiggled beneath me, her chest heaving, there was more movement in my jeans. I was getting hard and in danger of sporting full wood.

I didn’t want to but thought it best I get my hands off her, so rolled off her and lay back on the grass, with deep breaths. They weren’t breaths from exertion but because I need to take them to calm my dick down.

“God, I’m so ticklish,” she said, gasping.

When I glanced at her, she was stretching her arms out above her head. Her tits were pushed up high, almost spilling over the neck of her dress and I couldn’t take my eyes off them. They were round and tanned and I would have given anything to release them and take what I would bet were perfect nipples into my mouth. The idea of licking and sucking them wasn’t a good one because my hard on hadn’t gone down, it had got harder.

I rolled onto my stomach and grimaced at the discomfort of my dick on hard ground. It was preferable to embarrassing myself, though. Folding my arms, I rested my head on them and closed my eyes. If I couldn’t see her maybe my stiffy would calm down.

“Thank you,” Amber whispered close to my ear. “Today has been absolutely lovely. I’ve had such a great time.” I felt her fingers run through my hair. They were soft and gentle, and my body relaxed as they soothed me. “There’s so much that I need to thank you for actually.”

My breath out was slow and long as I relished Amber’s touch and her closeness. I could have stayed in that moment for hours, forever even. As long as I was with her.

“We need to go soon,” I said, opening my eyes, my tone laced with disappointment, despite the fact that I’d been looking forward to the boat ride. “It’s quite a walk to the boat.” The route I’d planned took us past a British bookshop so she could stock up for the rest of the tour.

“Okay, I’m ready when you are.” Amber sat up and brushed down the skirt of her dress. “Still fancy an ice cream?”

When I looked at the curve of her tits and her bare golden tanned legs, I thought about what I’d like to do with the ice cream instead of eating it. Walking with a hard on would be difficult. Spending hours with her thinking about why I had a hard on would be even more difficult. Things were sent to test us, though.

“Nope, I’m okay, actually. You have one, though?”

Scrambling to her feet, Amber frowned at me. “I am, don’t you worry about that, and I’m going to have a flake as well.”

As she skipped off I groaned, wondering how I was going to cope watching her licking an ice cream and sucking on a flake.

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