taking a girl surfing ~ the manual ~ (3) how it all ends
The Haven, pic by Widemus
Room 614. Sixth floor, room 14. Terrigal Crowne Plaza.
You turned right at Gosford. You slipped down the winding road to Terrigal and booked the top suite at the Crowne Plaza. You sacrificed the hot pies at Kempsey for two room service pizzas that remain uneaten on the table in the other room. There are clothes all over the floor and the beautiful Wendy is just an indefinable and fragrant lump in the bed next to you.
– and beyond the hiss of the air-conditioning you can hear the faint rumble of waves rounding the point, the Haven. There is hope. You stir, she awakes, reaches over, you stir some more … things happen.
Wendy? pic by decouverte de lories
6.30 am and the entire road transport population of the east coast of New South Wales is reporting the vision of a beautiful woman trying for a road-ride south at the Kempsey turn-off, just past the pie shop. She has luggage.
bedroom, pic by Luke H
Sure, said Steve Shearer, my home is yours and as a matter of fact the upstairs bedroom is free so help yourself. You two can stay as long as you want.
If ever an attractive young woman leans over the bar and looks longingly into your eyes, and breathes a husky wish to accompany you on your next trip to the north you should think more than twice – You are just another available body in her eyes, and an easy means of a weekend’s pleasure. Protect yourself from these insatiable beauties, there will never be any more than a temporary satisfaction in conceding to their demands.
Remember the ancient dictum: Once with a woman, twenty times with a wave – Know your pleasure(s).