Holding her hips, I taught her how to ride me, bouncing up and down, letting my cock slide in and out of her. Watching her breasts bounce in my face, I clung onto Hazel as her pussy tightened around my cock. I couldn’t hold back as she started to scream, her pussy milking my dick for my seed.
Finally, I came hard in my hand and was reminded that I was alone.
Depressed, I got up and showered for the day. As I was dressing, I realized that if I did see Hazel again, I probably wouldn’t get a chance to talk to her after the way I treated her. My behavior had been deplorable. There was no way she would ever forgive me.
I made sure I looked presentable before leaving my room. It was the first day of activities at the retreat. I couldn’t tell if I was eager to get started or eager to see her.
The group that I had signed up for is already meeting in the lobby. I hurried to join them. As I took my place amongst them, I looked around and was pleasantly surprised to see Hazel in the group. She looked better than ever. She still had a youthful appearance but had a new maturity about her now. It was hard not to notice it and be attracted to it. I’m sure others saw it as well.
Hazel had a notebook and pen in her lap. We had signed up for this group to brainstorm an hour, then write an hour — one hour on and another off. Supposedly, if we were writing all the time, we would never lose our motivation.
Maybe I could convince her to write together like in the old days? I shook my head. That would be impossible. I was already doubtful that she would even speak to me.
As I watched Hazel, I regretted the way I had treated her before. I had been too harsh. Thinking it would be better if I tried to apologize, I took the empty chair on the other side of hers.
“Hello, Hazel,” I said in my most pleasant voice.
She kept talking to the man on her other side. After a few moments, it was clear she was going to ignore me. I watched her laugh and smile with the other guy. He was some writer named Jay. I didn’t think much of him, and I planned on telling Hazel that. I didn’t like seeing her get friendly with someone else. It also irritated me that she was ignoring me.
Jay eventually excused himself and left the group. Hazel continued to ignore me and started writing in her notebook.
I leaned closer to her and said, “You know that guy is a creep. Nobody likes him. Just the other day, I saw him hitting on one of the other writers in another group.” I waited for her response, but there was none. I got frustrated and tried to peek at what she was writing.
She slammed the book shut in anger. “Why don’t you just leave me alone? I’m sticking to my end of the bargain and minding my own business, so why don’t you?” she snapped. Grabbing her notebook, she stormed off.
I was shocked to hear my own words thrown back at me like that, so I just sat there and watched her drink coffee across the room. Hazel seemed to enjoy herself as she talked with the other writers. Even though I had my eyes on her, she managed to avoid my gaze.
Staying in my chair, I pouted like a little kid. I didn’t recall Hazel having this much fire or sass when she was younger. She seemed to have grown into an extraordinary woman. I didn’t know what to think of that, and there really was nothing to think about. I had messed up by treating her so bad.
It looked like I was going to be on my own during this retreat, which was what I had initially wanted. I turned my attention to the other writers who were busy sharing their ideas. I couldn’t concentrate, though, because I still watched Hazel from the corner of my eye. I just couldn’t let her go.
Chapter Five – Hazel
Our hour-long brain-storming session had just wrapped up. Some of the other writers that were in the group were still standing around talking. I was the only one that left. Aside from the whole drama that had happened with Alex, I felt pretty good about my day. I certainly felt more productive than I had in a long time.
I was impressed to see that there were so many diverse and talented writers at the retreat. Each was there for a different reason, but they all had shared their passion for their projects, which I found to be infectious. All I wanted was to get back to my room and start jotting down some of the ideas I had from the group.