Page 9 of Be Careful What You Wish For

‘We’ve been given specific instructions and mapped out a complete programme for your day, which include a number of activities we hope you will both benefit from and enjoy.’

Halfway down a hallway exquisitely decorated, the attendant turned off into a room.

‘Now you will change out of your clothes here, and put on this robe. I will meet you in the room across the way when you are ready. Understood?’

With a nod and a smile she was alone.

Slowly she unclothed, gazing at the contours of her ripe, full body in the mirror, wrapping around it a heavy white robe, firmly doing up the tie at the waist.

The door opened.

‘Ah! Good, you’re ready. Let’s share a coffee together while we complete some preliminaries, then we can make a start.’

She had absolutely no idea what was going on or what she might have to do. But then, somehow, that only added to the excitement tingling inside.

‘There, that should help you unwind.’

They sat opposite one another, Alex with sheets of paper in front of him and a pen at the ready. The coffee tasted good.

‘So what happens now? What exactly are we going to do? Where do we go from here?’

Her questions came out in a gush and Alex smiled.

‘Simple questions first, then. Are you allergic to anything you know of, a given product, particular blends of cream even?’

‘Er... no. Not as far as I know.’

‘Good. What routine do you usually follow morning and night?’

She had the impression the questions were more for her benefit than his, designed to make her relax perhaps. But as she finished her coffee they came to an end, and she followed him through a doorway leading out onto the side of a large pool.

She hesitated, sensing his gaze. Something about his mood had changed. Nothing she could pinpoint. It was just something she sensed in the electric silence now developing between them. That and the firm, hard look of appraisal he offered as his eyes followed the contours of her body swathed in the wrap, hiding her lines and figure.

‘Right, we’ll start as we mean to go on.’ He seemed to reach some kind of decision. ‘Leave your wrap here on this bench, and follow me into the pool. Ready?’

Immediately she looked around for a costume to change into, while he glided smoothly out of his light clothing to sit on the edge of the pool, his back towards her.

‘Erm... I haven’t brought a bathing suit with me.’

‘But you’ve been told what to do. Now I’m waiting. There is nothing else to do or to be said.’

She realised with a start he had nothing on at all. As he stood, his head inches taller, he extended his arms and paused for long moments before arching into the cool waters below. He swam a full length, turning at the far end to come back to pass her, ready to complete a return journey. She was shaking visibly as she let the robe drop from her shoulders. Arms crisscrossing her body, she eased herself gently down the steps at the shallow end of the pool, dragging quickly below the surface of the water. She felt secure in the knowledge her body was hidden, and the temperature pleasantly warm.

‘Can you swim?’

He came up in one smooth motion beside her.

‘Some,’ she whispered shyly. ‘But I’m not very good in water.’

‘Let’s go then. We’ll take it slow, don’t worry. That way you’ll soon gain confidence. You’re quite safe. I’ll be at your side. But hey, don’t look so solemn. Relax. Enjoy the experience.’

Her stomach tied in knots. She kept her feet firmly placed on the pool floor. And yet the sense of anticipation and almost-fear of the outcome created wetness between her legs not of the pool’s making. Her breasts bulged like twin buoys on top of the water, while her nipples remained firm and hard. A delicious tingling sensation snaked up through her pussy, kissing the lips of her vagina, passing on through her body, setting pulses racing and her senses on fire. A rich red glow spread up her neck and cheeks. Hastily she pushed off from the side to raise her arms in an unsteady dog-paddle, trying to maintain a rhythm. She felt naked, raw, vulnerable, needy, shy, a little girl lost in an adult world. And yet at the same time knew the rich, vibrant strength of an orgasm in the making.

They approached the halfway mark. Never a confident swimmer she sensed the water getting deeper... and suddenly she panicked, her arms flailed, legs kicking violently... breath coming in short sharp gasps. Immediately he was there. Hands held her steady, one firm on her tummy, the other on her lower back, supporting her weight.

‘It’s okay. I’m here, darling. I can’t let anything happen to you. The Master would never forgive me. Besides, you’re doing absolutely great, and you have so much to look forward to and enjoy. Don’t worry; everything is just the way it should be. This is all part of a greater plan orchestrated by the one you know as Dream Catcher. And no, don’t struggle. Don’t wrestle against me or try to fight me. Just lie back, close your eyes, and simply allow your body to follow the movement of the water.’

She was reassured by his words. Dream Catcher... oh, how much she longed to meet him again. Their first meeting at the hotel had only left her gagging for more. There was just so much she wanted to ask, to know. But for now it was hard simply letting go, giving control to another, much as she yearned for that to happen. And yet in another sense it was easy... too easy. She knew she was out of her de

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