TooHottoTouch by Samantha Cayto

Monday, we can really cut loose and
sleep in.”
    He wasn’t sure how much looser they could cut given the
previous night’s experience, but the idea had him flushing from top to bottom
and his lungs seized. He coughed to start his breath up again. “Tomorrow’s
good.”
    “Great.” Checking her watch, she added, “I guess we should
both get back to work. The lunch crowd will descend on us soon enough.” She
blew him a kiss as she left the room.
    Sean turned to the sink, bent over, switched on the cold
water and sprayed the back of his neck.
    * * * * *
    Zoë refused a third glass of retsina when her aunt offered.
She was having a hard enough time tying the ribbon around the tulle-wrapped
almonds as it was. The move wasn’t lost on her younger cousin, Eleni.
    “When did you become such a lightweight, Zoë?”
    She bit her lip with concentration and didn’t bother to look
up as she answered. “Sometime around forty. Everything starts to go to hell in
a handbasket. Wait, it will happen to you too.”
    Another younger cousin, Georgia, who was also Zoë’s
godchild, giggled. “When I’m your age, I hope I’m half as together, Noona .”
    “Me too,” Eleni chimed in. “I sure wouldn’t mind having a
hottie like your boyfriend.” Her comment was directed toward Zoë and the other
conversations ceased with the remark.
    Glancing up, Zoë saw all eyes were on her now. Her female
relatives had scented something juicy. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
    Eleni was like a dog with a bone. “That’s not what I hear.”
She made eye contact with the other women. “She went out on a date last night
with a guy who’s like my age.”
    All gazes swung over to Zoë again. Sighing, she resigned
herself to the discussion. “One date does not make a boyfriend.”
    Aunt Sophia tossed the party favor she had just finished into
the basket, thoughts of her daughter’s upcoming marriage apparently shoved
aside. “What is this? Who is this boy?”
    “He’s not a boy.” Zoë placed her own finished favor down and
sat back. She was well and truly trapped into talking about Sean now. Eleni had
nothing on her mother when it came to pumping information out of others. “He’s
a man.” Her aunt stared her down with eyebrows raised. “Okay, to you and me,
he’s a boy.” And what a boy too. Thoughts of him were never far away. All day
she had worked hard to keep the memories of their night at bay. It was
hopeless, and the flirting in the dishwashing room hadn’t helped. Her body
itched and ached with need. She could feel her face flush as the other women
watched her. Grabbing her glass, she held it out to her aunt. “May as well hit
me again.”
    “Where did you meet this boy?” her aunt Vroula asked.
    Zoë sat back and took a gulp of her wine. “He’s a friend of
a friend. I needed a temporary dishwasher and he needed a temporary job.” She
shrugged. “We hit it off and I asked him out.”
    Vroula topped off her own glass. “You’re sleeping with an
employee?”
    Guilt stung. “I didn’t say I was sleeping with him.”
    The other women merely stared her down once again. She
sighed loud enough for everyone to hear. “Okay, we had wild, passionate monkey
sex on my living room floor.” She winced. “Sorry, Yiayia .” The older
woman sat in her rocking chair, listening and grinning. “Satisfied now?” she
asked the room at large.
    “No!” came the chorus of responses.
    “We want details,” Cassie chimed in. When Zoë gave her a
horrified look, the bride shook her head. “Not about the sex.” She paused and
grinned at her relatives. “Well, yes, about the sex, but what about him? What’s
he like?”
    A bunch of adjectives popped into her mind—gorgeous, sexy,
sweet, hung and powerful. Her clit throbbed with the memory of him pounding his
hot cock into her aching pussy. She remembered too how he was ready for more
not long after they fell into her bed. Her nipples hardened as she pictured his
mouth