'I can't go horseback riding. I feel terrible, and besides, I don't know how to ride a horse.'
'You can learn,' he said.
He sat and smoked while she got dressed to go riding.
On the way to the elevator, Eva stopped. 'I forgot something in the room. I'll be right back,' she said.
'Well, hurry it up. We're late now.'
She went back to the suite and went straight to the bar. 'The hair of the dog,' she said, and gulped down two shots.
By the time they got to the lobby, she felt better, but John wouldn't let her eat any breakfast. Said there wasn't time; if she expected breakfast she shouldn't lay in bed all day. It was eight-thirty-two.
John was an expert horseman and they rode until noon. They had a light lunch when they got back to the hotel, and even though Eva was starved, she didn't mind because it hurt so bad to sit down that she couldn't eat, anyway.
'We'll rest for forty-five minutes and then play some tennis.' John said as he finished his tea.
'I don't know how to play tennis.' Eva said.
'I'll teach you.' John said.
Exactly forty-eight minutes later, they were on the tennis court. He tutored her for an hour. Eva learned quickly and was doing quite well, but John was an outstanding tennis player and was soon bored. He told her to sit down and rest while he played a set with a more experienced player. The more experienced player turned out to be an attractive, very rich widow of forty-one. The set lasted until six that evening. Eva lay on her stomach in the grass and watched, seething with jealousy.
John invited the woman to dine with them and afterwards they played bridge. Eva didn't know how to play bridge, either, and sat watching until nine, when John got up from the table and announced it was bed time; they had to get an early start in the morning. He didn't fuck her that night.
The next day started at six a.m. and was a repeat of the day before, except they played golf instead of tennis. The widow was an excellent golfer, as was John. Eva played along behind. The bridge game lasted until ten, and again John didn't fuck her. He turned his back at the far side of the bed and went immediately to sleep.
By the end of the third day, horseback riding no longer chafed the insides of her thighs raw; she was an expert at watching a tennis game and tagging behind on a golf course, and she could eat all she wanted at dinner because John didn't notice – his attention was focused on the widow's pearly smile and the cleavage the big-titted woman flaunted. Eva wouldn't have been surprised if he had spent the night in her bed, but he didn't. He went dutifully to bed with his bride, though he didn't touch her.
Eva was miserable. She was lonely and jealous and bored. And she was horny.
She couldn't sleep on that third night, and it was after midnight when she crawled from bed and went out onto the balcony.
She looked down at the inviting pool shimmering in the pale moonlight and decided she wanted to go swimming. Eva loved swimming, but they hadn't been near the pool because John didn't care for the water.
She went back into the bedroom, checked to make sure John was asleep, and slipped into a tiny white bikini that covered little. She went to the bar and downed a couple of shots of whiskey, then grabbed the bottle and slipped silently from the room.
When she got to the pool, it was no longer deserted. There was a lone swimmer coursing through the brilliant water. Eva stood at the edge, clutching her bottle, watching him streak through the water. He completed four laps before he noticed her standing there. He swerved to the edge and hung in the water looking up at her.
'Hi, kind of late for you to be out,' he said, looking behind her. 'Where's your husband?'
'What are you doing in the pool?' Eva said coldly. 'I thought you were one of the help.'
'I have a couple of days off and since the paying customers usually don't swim at this hour, thought I'd take a little workout before driving down to the city for some action. Come on in. The water's fine.'
Eva looked down her nose at the bellboy who had stood and watched her in her doorway. He is good- looking, she thought, but such a peasant. She tilted the whiskey bottle to her lips and took a long drink, set it carefully beside the pool, and plunged into the water.
When she broke the surface at the other side, the bellboy was already waiting for her. 'What took so long?' he said.
Eva tossed her hair with a flip of her head. 'Go away, sonny, you bore me.'
'Where's hubby tonight. You're usually tagging along somewhere behind him.'
'He's in bed – asleep.'
'Who with? That rich widow with the big tits?'
Eva spit at him, catching him in the face.
He grinned, wiping the spit from his eyes. 'Hit a sore spot, huh?' he said.
'I hate you.'
'What you really mean, is that you love me.'
'Shit!' Eva said, and kicked away from the edge. He swam beside her to the other side.
'That's a nasty shiner you have. Hubby give it to you?' he said, easing up close to her.
'For your information, I tripped over one of your lousy rugs. Crummy help around here doesn't keep the damn place up properly.'
He treaded water beside her and put his hands on her hips.
'Keep your hands to yourself,' she said, pulling away. His touch sent a thrill up her spine. It had been three days since her husband had so much as touched her.
She moved several feet away from the boy, grabbed the edge of the pool, and turned back to face him again. 'Why did you come up to our suite the other day? We hadn't ordered anything.'
He moved close to her, his arm draped in the drain trough. 'I saw you when you first came in and then when I saw your husband back down in the lobby without you, I decided to get another look at you without him there. I didn't expect to see quite that much of you.' He had his free hand on her hip again.
Eva blushed at the memory. 'Fuck you, too,' she said.
'That's what I wanted to talk to you about,' he said.
'You're a nasty boy. In fact, you're terrible.'
They were very close in the water. He had his arm around her, his hand moving up and down on her back, yet she didn't move away. She remained motionless when he kissed her. 'You shouldn't have done that,' she said. When he kissed her again, his hand slid inside the back of her bikini, his finger resting deep in the cleavage of her ass. Still she didn't move away.
He knew she wanted to fuck as bad as he did, and he wanted her to show it. But she didn't. She remained unmoving. His cock was hard and pounding, and it was bent uncomfortably inside his brief trunks. He finally decided she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction he sought and moved away in the water. Snooty little bitch, he thought, and pushed his trunks down his legs. He went under water for a moment and when he came up his trunks were slowly sinking to the bottom.
Eva watched him, not sure what he was up to. When he came to her again, and his cock touched her leg, she knew. 'You're probably the dirtiest boy I've ever met,' she said.
'Call me Bob, and I'll call you Eva,' he said.
'How do you know my name?'
'Bellhops know everything.'
The water was warm, but chills ran up her spine. The feel of his hard prick against her thigh was too much, and her hand moved under the water until she could circle his cock with her fingers.
'You're despicable. Go away and leave me alone,' she said, her hand tightening its grip.
'I can't. You're holding me too tight.' He was grinning. He knew he had her now.
His prick was quite long, though perhaps a trifle slender, and incredibly hard. 'Bob! It's so long,' she said.
'All the better to fuck you with, my dear,' he answered.
Eva wanted him to fuck her, wanted it desperately, yet she moved her hand furiously on his cock, well aware of what it would do.
