She was so light-headed during the flight that it felt like being drunk on champagne. She could not stop smiling and thought her jaws would hurt by the time the plane landed. She’d received a text message from Brandon just before boarding saying he would be waiting for her with great anticipation at the airport in Amsterdam. Her suitcase would be transferred to the plane to Berlin, so she’d taken a small cabin holdall for the things she needed for the transfer. She’d picked her favourite lingerie: an expensive set she bought online at Mio Destino. It was a black and pink half-cup bra. It had delicate embroidery and a Swarovski crystal decoration between the bust. The matching brief was as delicately made, with black lace and pink embroideries. She fell in love with the stunning set as soon as she saw it. She bought it on a whim, telling herself she deserved a treat like this if only once a year. Sometimes, when she was on her own in the house, she would take it out and put it on. It made her forget that she disliked her curves. She felt like a princess in this set. A hot, sexy, seductive princess, ready to be admired and pleasured by a man, or maybe even two if she felt greedy.
Ha! I can get carried away sometimes, daydreaming like this.
On the plane, her mind was going all over the place. Her blood was racing through her veins, making her body tingle. She couldn’t touch the little snack that the hostess handed out. She felt she would either throw it up or devour it in such a way that people would think she hadn’t eaten in days.
When the purser announced the descent, she started shaking. An older woman sitting next to her noticed and said she was also a bit scared before landing.
Carolyn blurted out, “Oh, I’m not scared. I’m just eager to see my lover.” She gave a little high-pitched laugh hearing herself say it.
The woman gave her a funny look at first, but then said, “Lucky you. Looks like he makes you shake even before he touches you.”
Carolyn laughed in a normal way again but could not say another word. Already her adventure was becoming crazy. In fact, it felt like she was becoming crazy.
After checking in at the transfer desk, she lost her way finding the exit. Her head was spinning, and she thought she would never find her way. She couldn’t see in focus anymore. When she went through the sliding doors that separated her from the arrivals hall where Brandon was waiting, she walked right past him.
Hearing her username made Carolyn jump. Her long hair followed her sudden movement in a beautiful whirl, as if in slow motion. She looked up at him. He was taller than she’d imagined, a bit older too, but he took her breath away. He was even more handsome in reality than in his picture. His blue eyes beamed at her, and his mouth curled into a smile that was only meant for her.
“It’s you, right?”
She was just lost for words.
“Oh, I’m terribly sorry. I thought you were someone else . . .” He started to look towards the arrival doors.
She must have looked so stunned that he thought he had spoken to the wrong woman.
“It’s me,” she said softly. “I’m Carolyn.”
Why she introduced herself with her real name, she did not know. It just felt right.
He turned towards her again and smiled the smile that made her wobbly at the knees.
“Well, Carolyn, I’m so happy to finally meet you. I am Derek.”
He stepped towards her and kissed her. She grabbed his arm and pulled him close to answer his kiss and prolong it. When their lips parted, she felt her pussy had gotten moist. Her heart thumped in her chest, making her bust heave with every breath. She saw him looking at her cleavage and liking what he saw.
“Shall we go?”
She nodded, and without asking he took her bag like a gentleman.
“This way. The parking lot is not far.”
As they walked in silence, they kept glancing at each other and smiling. Carolyn knew that as soon as she caught her breath she would probably start talking a lot, as she always did when she was nervous. She reminded herself to control that urge. But when they drove away in his sleek Audi, and he asked her about the flight, it was exactly what she started doing. He listened patiently as she babbled away. He laughed when she told him what the older woman on the plane had said.
After a while, they left the motorway and followed a smaller road through the countryside. He told her he lived twenty-five minutes from Amsterdam, closer to the coast. It was in the middle of what he called the polder, the land that the Dutch had conquered over the sea.
“It’s below sea level?” she asked.
“Yes. You could say my home is at the bottom of the sea.”
“Like that song you played for me in The Box.”
He smiled. “Yes. But without the scuba gear.”
They laughed, and it was then that she saw the mill coming up on the road ahead. She recognised the landscape now. So, it was true. He actually lived in a mill. She swooned.
Oh my, I’m going to get fucked in a mill by this gorgeous Dutchman.