She had begged and begged Gareth to drive her to the beach for the public holiday – and not just any beach, but that remote one she liked that was another hour down the coast. Knowing that he had a crush on her, she pouted, and bit her lip, and in the end he had given in, as she knew he would, and played chauffeur for the day.
After hours of frolicking in the crystal blue water, she told Gareth it was time to go home.
“Okay,” he told her. “Good luck.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Well, I agreed to drive you here. I didn’t say anything about driving you back.” He grinned. “Not sure how you’re going to get home, but I’m sure you’ll manage something.”
“Please,” she begged. “It’s getting cold. No one even drives past this beach. And my phone and wallet are in your car…”
“Well, that’s going to make it hard for you to pay me, seeing as you haven’t arranged permission to get back into my car,” he said. “What have you got that I might be interested in?”
She stood, blushing, knowing now where this was going. She wasn’t into Gareth – or thought she wasn’t – but the sense of powerlessness she was feeling was something else. She felt a warmth between her legs, and a flush in her face, and realised how much she liked being out here, vulnerable, with no options, at the mercy of this man…
“All I have is my swimsuit,” he said shyly.
His grin deepened. “Well,” he said, “why don’t you take that off and give it to me, and then we’ll see whether you have anything hidden underneath it you might be able to pay with…”
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