Netting Neptune (A "The Southern Cross" Story)

...My stomach fluttered, performing some sort of little happy dance. Lower down, my cock sent frantic signals to my brain. I couldnt let my Neptune get away without knowing him, in the Biblical sense. He leaned forward.

Listen, Colby, Theron said to me. Ill pay you once I get home. Youre trying to run a business here.

And I can afford to do a nice thing for a stranded traveler. Now give me the name of whatever official you spoke with, and Ill make a few calls. Maybe your luggage will turn up.

He pulled an envelope from his canvas duffle bag and handed it to me. The business card was stuck in the fold and I recognized the name listed. The man liked to make sure everyone knew he was in charge, but I groveled like a pro, when necessary, to get what I wanted.

Thanks, man. I really owe you.

I shook my head. You really dont, so lets just forget it, okay? If we dont, well sit here all day and not get anything done. I slid the cold crab dip at him. Tell me what you think about this.

Theron scooped up a healthy helping on a wheat cracker and shoved the whole thing in his mouth. I watched his pink tongue flick bits of dip off his lower lip. His gaze locked with mine. Very slowly, he licked his upper lip. I squirmed in my seat. He didnt even try to stop from laughing at me as he went for another cracker. I held his gaze.

If you tease me like that again, babe, Im gonna lick off the extra for you.

He broke the cracker in half and handed a portion to me. I wouldnt want you to go to any more trouble for me.

I took the cracker. Youre a slick one, Mr. Bowman, but Im known for my persistence.

He popped a melon ball into his mouth, chewed it, then swallowed. I sorta figured that out about you.

Before I could reply, Josie tapped me on the shoulder. Sorry to interrupt, but youre needed at the front desk, Colby.

Ill be right there. I turned back to my guest. Pleasefinish your meal, then come inside and find either Josie or me. Josie, if you cant find me, please take Mr. Bowman to my suite so he can get a shower and relax for a while.

I didnt linger. The sooner I took care of whatever problem had occurred, the quicker I could get Theron alone. After that I was already too worked up over this guy and it wouldnt be smart to speculate.

Right. I planned to cast a net over my Neptune and give him a Southern Cross night to remember.

The problem at the front desk was minor. The computer had pulled one of its usual tricks. I input my password, the software reset, and all was well. I slipped into my office and called the local airfield. Better to start with folks who were friendly. If they had off-loaded Therons suitcase, then Id grovel.

They were certain Therons luggage had not been removed from the plane and had no idea how it had been missed. It was likely back in Charlotte, North Carolina by now. I made another call, this one to the States to a travel agent friend of mine. He agreed to make a few stateside calls. The suitcase had to be somewhere, and I wanted to know where. Once I had the information, a decision based on my guests plans was possible.

Meanwhile, Theron could borrow some of my clothes for tonight. Maybe, just maybe, Id manage to steal a kiss, or more, before the party started. I checked the patio and he was gone, so I headed for my suite with all due haste. The sound of the shower spray zinging against the tiles greeted me.

My knees quivered with the knowledge he was behind the door, naked. I had to let him know I was here. I couldnt let him stroll out of the bathroom in his birthday suit, all clean, smelling fresh like soap, and dripping wet. Could I?

No, damn it.

I knocked on the bathroom door and told him I was in the living area. He called back to me, his voice muffled by running water and the wooden door between us.

What?

I raised my voice a few decibel levels. I said Im out here.

You could be in here, you know.

Saywhy the hell not?

Cock swelling, pulse skipping, I set a new stripping world record and opened the door. Through the clear glass enclosure, Therons gaze slammed into mine, wanting yet wary. I paused, shivering in the steam teasing my sweaty skin. His gaze flicked down to my erection, hanging heavy, and mine went to his.

Completely aroused, his penis jutted out, full and rosy red. Cut, he was a solid eight inches, maybe a bit more, with prominent veins. I was of an equal length, but he looked to have me on girth. From the sudden gleam in his green eyes, I didnt think it a problem...

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