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Confessions of a wallflower



Susan felt less than sexy considering why she was there.

The 2 hour drive from Cape Town to Hermanus in the sweltering heat was rather unpleasant, despite the majestic view.The air con of her old Mini gave in just passed Gordon's Bay and she was forced to open all the windows, the cool air playing havoc with her hair.

"Damn! R700 forked out at the hairdressers," she huffed looking at herself in the rear view mirror. She wanted this weekend to be special and had spent a small fortune getting ready for it: New lingerie: R800, perfume: R600, stiletto's: R400, LBD: R900... The list went on. She shuddered thinking how her teacher's salary would take a beating for the next couple of months to make up for this devilish dalliance.


"I've lost my mind..."
The thought trailed off, lingering while she took bends and turns that scared her a little on her way to paradise. 

She parked a ways off from the entrance, checked her make up in tiny mirrors, ran her hands over smoothing wayward hair, took a few deep breaths...
But she stayed, frozen in place.
She couldn't bring herself to get out!
"Coward!" she chided herself, "this is what you wanted, he is what you want."

Somewhere along the drive she lost her courage and her sense of humour.
Her sense of humour, her wicked smile, her constant teasing and playfulness; these were the things he most loved about her. She was the only one who could wind him up, she knew all his buttons, and pushed them at the most inappropriate times... he loved that about her!

"Take sexy back, Justin Timberlake," she kidded, "I'm doing real instead."
Susan dabbed away at the red lipstick, wiped the smoky eyes, tied her hair back, kicked off her heels, untucked her shirt, flashed her widest, toothiest grin, gave herself a wink, and stepped out of her car into the brilliant sunshine.

"Who needs La Senza when you have an awesome birthday suit?" she giggled.
She made up her mind to return all the unnecessary things she bought in her bid to try and seduce him.
She knew without a doubt that it was her big eyes, wide with passion; her sensuous lips swollen from kissing him, that turned him on.
"Naked looks good on you," he'd say when she stood before him in love.
"Cheeky devil!"
He knew just what to say to make her melt like butter.

She saw him standing at the entrance to the hotel, waiting for her. A smile played across his face. As she drew closer she could see his eyes, they disarmed her. His look was pure love, it scorched her, setting her body on fire.It scared her that she wanted him this much.

Time to banish serious thought, nagging doubts and get her head into the game.
"510," he said.
"Huh?" she shook her head to free cobwebs.
"510, I've already checked us in."
"Sounds like a lucky number to me," she teased, her eyes promising nirvana.
His laugh was deep. He grabbed her by the waist and drew her into him.
"Not much luggage? I like a girl who travels light,"
Susan smiled, "I left my luggage and old baggage behind, darling, I have no need of both."

They entered the lift, the excitement tangible :
"Only 5 floors and we'll be all alone," he whispered, his breath warm against her face.
"I can't wait to see the steam room," she teased, "I hear it has purple lighting set low."
"Mmmmm..."
"And a delicious haze, where touch is the only way you can find your way around...and the scent of jasmine clings to every drop on warm, wet skin..."
Brave, naughty Susan was back: "Can you? Love me there?"
"I can love you anywhere...everywhere..." he said, his voice promising eternity.

Susan sighed with pleasure.
A voice came on over the speaker: "Doors opening,"
They stepped forward, eager for their life story to begin.

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