She Shouldnt, But She Will by Francis Drake

street for her dinner. As tired as she’d been, playing dress-up reminded her there was a world outside her business problems and fatigue.
    Returning an hour later, Thia was full but not satisfied. It would take more than fried rice and an egg roll to take care of that. She was glad she’d gone out, though. The restaurant had been noisy, aromatic, and alive.
    Giving it no conscious thought, Thia stripped and ran a hot bath. Sinking low into the soothing water, she closed her eyes and let her imagination run. There was Derek, smiling at her. Wind ruffled his hair, lending him an endearing look. He held out his hand and she took it. Pulled against his strong chest—she remembered well how warm and solid it was—she could almost feel his fingers on her nipple, sense the tingle as they traced a path across her mound. She wanted to feel that way again. Didn’t she deserve to?
    She ran hot water a second time to reheat the tub. Reaching for her shaving gel and razor, she set to work. When she finished there wasn’t an inch of skin that wasn’t smooth and clean.
    This time when the water cooled, she got out of the tub, feeling relaxed yet revitalized. When she’d dried off and wrapped herself in her soft robe, she settled on the sofa to watch a romance movie she’d taped earlier in the week. Romance suited her mood, and she enjoyed the film more than she might have any other night. Going to bed afterward, she was filled with anticipation.
    Thia woke the next morning, stretched, and looked at the clock. Seven. Plenty of time if she were going, but the point was moot. She wasn’t planning to go out on a boat alone with a man she didn’t know.
    It struck her then. Derek hadn’t said she was the only person invited. She’d inferred because she wanted to be alone with him, and wanted him to want it, too. Just in case, she sighed and added the one-piece suit to her bag. For a wild fantasy, she might be brave enough for the bikini, but with other company? No.
    She brewed coffee, then sipped it while gazing over the bay. The morning sun struck the water, sending shards of splintered light reflecting back. It would be a beautiful day to sail. She sighed.
    Ten, under the clock tower,
Ferry
Building
. The temptation was so strong. “I have to go. How can I not? I need this.”
    With the desire for an escapade warring with apprehension deep inside, Thia took a quick shower. Sliding her soapy hands across the slick, bare skin between her hips, adventure emerged victorious.
     
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    She took a deep breath and slipped on the bikini, adjusting it to cover as much as possible. Looking in the mirror, she saw her almost naked body. “Just part of the dream,” she murmured. Then, battling the butterflies still remaining, she put on the shorts and T-shirt. The buttercup pants and jacket followed, and finally her shoes. With her hair pulled back in a ponytail, her only jewelry, silver stud earrings, twinkled on her lobes. She giggled at her reflection in butter yellow from head to foot. “I may look like a little ducky, but at least I’m a damn cute one.”
    Thia hurriedly packed an overnight bag and walked to the bus stop. Then, like a moth to a flame, she boarded the bus that would take her to the
Ferry
Building
. I’m ready, I’m definitely ready. The shivers running down her spine said different.
    Through stop after interminable stop to pick up and drop off passengers, Thia considered the unknown that lay ahead of her. To support her decision, she envisioned Derek. First, at the gallery, she’d been blown away. He was a magnificent specimen of a man, virile and confident. Later, after innumerable glasses of wine, he’d been warm and comforting. Then he’d given her what she needed, to be pounded into oblivion not once but twice.
    Handsome, a man’s man, assured, gentle and understanding, yet sexy with a potency that made her pussy weep just thinking of him. She’d always wondered if one man could truly combine all of