The following evening I stood in front of my mirror and grinned. Howie and I had enjoyed another lazy day at the beach, in fact, we didn't even ask, we just assumed we would be together. There was something oddly nice about that in fact. And much like the first time, we tanned, we played, we ate, but most importantly, we talked.
We dove deeper into each other's lives, we discussed some dislikes and some loves, and we even got to the bedroom talk with that though, if anything ever happened, no licking on the neck, he got way too grossed out over that, which made me grin. Anywhere else, okay, no to the neck. And why some of that didn't come up before, I wasn't sure. Maybe, because deep down, our last convo like that seemed to be more about getting turned on, not that what we said wasn't true. But this just encompassed more.
He talked more about his family and I got more into detail about my wacky and crazy friendships, how all of us became friends and what kept it going strong. We went into more about relationships, in particular our views and thoughts on them.
All in all, it was a great day. And I've thought a trip to the casino on board would be great. Tomorrow was a day at sea, so we could stay up and drink and sleep in late. And now, here I stood in front of my mirror, trying to decide on something fun and different to wear. Howie had already seen me in everything; dresses, shorts, hell swimwear, but I wanted something to dazzle him. Although, please don't ask me why. Maybe because I wanted to impress him?
He had shown me a photo of his ex and even I could admit how gorgeous she was. And I felt like a plain Jane, even though he claimed otherwise. It was nice, but it's not like I believe him or anything. Okay, maybe I struggled some with myself image and maybe that's why I latched more onto Mike then I should have.
But, back to the problem at hand, what in the world to wear? I pulled out a pair of silver heels and my long silver necklace and sat both of those aside. I looked through my outfits again and grinned as I saw a pair of tight fitting slacks. I pulled them out and slipped them on and then frowned all over again as I pulled out the white top and vest. It looked nice, but it wasn't quite what I wanted. I bit my lip and shrugged as I pulled the top off and pulled just the vest on, the boobs perking up even more. I slipped the necklace on, the pendant hanging in the middle of my breasts. I added some dark eye liner, red lipstick and topped it with my fedora and even I had to whistle.
I took a photo of myself in front of the mirror and sent it to the girls. As I grabbed my bag and walked out my door, my phone binged, the messages being from the girls. They all said I looked sexy as fuck but it was Alexa's text that made me laugh, for though her comment was great and deemed I was hot; she also said that the outfit had a shirt when she picked it out. Which I replied back that I agreed with, I just opted out of wearing it. And with that, I put my phone in my bag and walked to the casino, seeing Howie's back to me.
I smirked as I took in the burgundy shirt and black slacks. Lord, did all of his pants get tailored to fit that ass? I swear, seeing him in that made me want to grab it! Oh boy, it was gonna be a long ass night. I walked up behind him and ran my hand lightly over the object of my affection in fact, and whispered in his ear.
"Care to buy a girl a drink? Or deal her in a hand?"
"Does that line work…" Howie trailed off as his eyes started at my head and slowly worked his way down before moving back up. He cleared his throat and then cleared it again, and I just lifted a brow.
"Are you okay?"
"God….damn…fuck me…you look…shit Theresa. I don't even know if there are words. Sexy…stunning…fuckable." I tilted my head at that.
"Is that a word?"
"It is right now!" And with that husky voice, the blazing fire in his eyes and the hands holding tight to my hips, it all changed the very atmosphere around us. We both knew it, with no shed of doubt, that tonight was gonna be our breaking point. And as I thought of that, I wanted to give Howie at least one of those fantasies. I had every intention of building up that need even more tonight, of making both of us pant, moan and in need of bursting before ending the night in one of our rooms.
Wearing this was not why I wanted to, causing this reaction; but I wouldn't say I was sorry. Nope, not one bit. In fact, I was grateful for the reaction, it was going to make me brave tonight.
"I'm glad you think so."
"Why is that?"
"I want this night to end that way. We only have a few days left and I want to make the most of it. In fact, Mr. Howie, I want to give you something you will always remember me by." I leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I want to tease you, and entice you so that when we go to a room, we both explode."