Her female instincts had expected it...

Her Dutch Viking grabbed a chair and placed it real close to her on her left. Somehow, she was surprised by his move, but her female instincts had expected it. This guy doesn’t waste time, she thought. As he sat down, a pretty waitress showed up and smiled at him, as if she knew him well. She felt a pang of jealousy, and she didn’t even know his name. She was amused by her reaction but stored it away; no need to be possessive, right?

He looked at her and asked if she wanted another cocktail, and she nodded, looking up at the waitress, ordering another Painkiller, “but with a bit more rum, please." He turned his face to look at the waitress and said to her, "You know what I like." At that very moment Penelope took another quick glance at his package again, and for sure he was big, the outline of his girth clearly visible, slightly stretching the soft material of his pants.

The waitress gave him a sexy smile and asked if they would like to have a snack with their drinks. He looked at Penelope again and asked with an obvious double meaning if she was “hungry for something."

She shook her head, replying, "Not right now."

He gave her that killer smile and asked, “Perhaps later?

Oh boy, she thought, he sure does not let go.

The waitress walked away, and he asked her straightforwardly, “Why marry?”

How could he know that? she wondered. Did she look like a typical bride tourist? Was it that evident she was going to marry next week?

“How do you know?” Penelope asked him.

He didn’t answer her question but instead asked her, “Getting married so you can fuck around?”

If he weren't so cute, she would have left the beach bar right away, offended by his words. This was probably the rudest question she had ever heard in her entire life!

Still, his directness was very refreshing, in the same way he had complimented her before, her being a “true woman." His actions were shocking, but good in an odd way, she thought. After she took a deep breath, she purposely did not answer his question but asked instead if he was married.

“What for?” he simply replied, giving her that gorgeous smile again. “So I can cheat on my wife?”

She smiled. How true. Why do people marry if roughly 50 % get a divorce? Do people marry out of fear of being alone? She wondered.

“So, what do you do for a living?" she asked, swiftly changing the subject. She was not sure anymore if she was marrying out of love or out of fear.

“Talking to a sensual woman on my day off.”

Her brain was processing tons of thoughts at the same time. Was she sensual? Her fiancé never said that to her. He still didn’t answer my question. He did not mention if he was married or not. How does he know she is getting married? She was a true woman to him. And what does she want from him?

She smiled at him, giving him a flirtatious look for the first time since they met.

“You have to tell me a bit more about yourself so I can open up too.” She demanded.

“Fair to me,” he answered right away, adding, “former International Product Manager in Europe, based in Amsterdam, single, living in Playa in the last two years, and working as a diving instructor.”

OK, she thought, at least he has brains. Probably a burn-out, she guessed. But that didn’t show at all. He was very energetic, but with a nice, laid-back attitude. The Caribbean must do wonders for people. She decided to be a bit more straightforward too.

“And now you are flirting with me.” Giving him a slight, but visible, coquettish smile.

“And now you are too.” He grinned at her in a playful way.

He sure noticed everything she did, and his strong interest in her made her shiver. Her fiancé hadn’t been like this for a very long time. Sometimes you hear about people getting a pet just to have something in common again, but that was just a poor excuse in trying to remain together. Was she on that same course?

She gave him a flirty look this time and asked, “You flirt around a lot?”

“Sometimes.” He replied without hesitating, "But not on Mondays.” giving her a playful look.

“Is the waitress off on Mondays?”

He didn’t react to her attack right away, and she smiled, having hit a bull's-eye. But he countered quickly, saying, “Are you a bit jealous?”

Damn, she thought, he is good. Brains and looks. A killer combination. She decided to open up a bit; he deserved it.

“Yes, I will marry next week on Sunday. After that, we plan to have a four-week honeymoon here.”

“So, you had your bachelor party back home?”

“Not really, I felt that it was too far ahead of my wedding.”

“You are right, in the old days, a true bachelor night was done the night before," he replied.

She felt good about his opinion; it was exactly the same opinion she had. It was nice to finally meet someone with the same view on certain things, against whatever society **** people to do. It was like a breeze of fresh air in a hot room, making her breathe again. Did she feel trapped with all their plans? Did she perhaps… but her thoughts were interrupted by his next question.

“So, you want to get pregnant on your wedding night too?”

Again, he surprised her with his knowledge about her, not having spoken about this at all. Am I that obvious? She thought again. Am I not different from all those women out there?

“Perhaps.” She honestly replied to him, not being afraid of telling him this. She felt somehow safe with him, even if they only “knew” each other for 15 minutes. Is this a soulmate thing? She wondered.

The drinks were delivered, and he paid the waitress. He tipped her “European style." Not too much, but still at least 15%, she calculated. She liked that. He probably tipped her a bit more than he usually would tip others, because they knew each other; she was sure of that. She looked again at the waitress and thought that she was a pretty Latina, with perky, natural boobs and a nice round ass. She imagined him on top of the girl, grinding her senseless, as the girl was having a continuous wave of orgasms. He must be a machine, she thought, and another shiver ran through her body.

“Are you cold?”

“What?”

“Are you cold? Do you need a blanket?” he asked.

“Oh! No, I am fine, just thinking.”

“About what?”

Damn. She wanted to give him an honest reply, but that would set in motion all kinds of things. With him on her. Him inside her. She quickly had to glance at his big package again. Lost in erotic thoughts she did, but she did not peek quickly; she stared instead. Way too long.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked her.

She tried to look neutrally at him, but her thoughts were betraying her as she gave him a quick, caught smile. Instead, she grabbed her drink and took a long, slow sip through the straw, trying to delay things. He is very perceptive, she decided. But he is not offensive. He teases, but in a good way. And he makes you reconsider things. He is probably the perfect guy to chat with about things such as life, society, and people.

Or to fuck with—the little voice in her head whispered.

“Would you like to touch it?” he asked, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

She wanted to.

If she did, he would fuck her; she was sure of that. This was the last boundary between the two of them.

…

To be continued.