I hold her to me, even when she struggles to get up. “You’re not, though. You’re perfect. And you never know. One of them could be watching.” Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are bright and twinkling. “You’re different here.”
She merely stares at me, glancing between my eyes and my lips. “You’re more relaxed. Back at the office… do I make you nervous?”
She giggles but tightens her arms around me. “Yes. I wanted to do a good job for you.”
“You do a great job. But I don’t want you nervous around me. I like you like this… relaxed… happy.”
“I’m happy with you… I mean, my job.”
I cup her chin to look up at me. “I’m happy with you too. That’s why I want to kiss you.”
“You want to kiss me?” she asks as I move in closer. Her breath is hot on my cheek.
“Yes.”
Her eyes are trained on mine. There’s excitement, longing, and maybe even a little bit of worry there. “But nobody’s watching us.”
“I don’t care,” I tell her and reach in, fully intending to have a sweet and simple kiss like the one I gave her last night. But as soon as our lips touch, I lose all sense of what’s right and wrong. Her sweet vanilla cinnamon scent is surrounding us, I can feel all her sweet curves pressed into me, and it pushes me further, wanting her more. As far as I’m concerned, it’s just the two of us here, sharing our first real kiss, and it’s more than I ever could have imagined. When she opens to me, I plunge my tongue into her mouth, tasting her.
A tiny moan brings me back from the brink. I pull back, realizing the sound came from her. Her satisfied whimper brings me to my senses. I can’t make love to her right here. Not at a busy ice skating rink and with families – her family – all around us.
I rest my forehead against hers and clench my eyes shut tight. I try to think of anything, but all I can focus on is her in my lap kissing me.
“Honey, this may be a little too much for you right now. I don’t want to embarrass you, but you’re going to have to get off my lap.”
She struggles to get up, and her bottom moving across my lap makes my situation even worse. When I groan painfully, she says, “See, I told you I was too big.”
I hold on to her hand, not wanting her to walk away.
“You’re not. Don’t say that again.”
She shrugs her shoulders defiantly and stares down at me. “Are you going to skate or what?”
I pull her down so that I have to whisper into her ear. “Yeah, I’m going to come skate. But first I need to calm down a little, or everyone here is going to know just how much I want you right now.”
She pulls her head back, and her eyes flicker to my lap, up to my eyes and then back to my lap again. As if my cock has a mind of its own, I swear it jerks in my jeans when she’s looking at it.
“Oh wowsers!” she says, her hands over her mouth. “Is that, uh, is that…”
“Yeah, honey. It’s because of you… so I’m going to need a minute.” I would laugh at her expression if I wasn’t trying to count backwards from a hundred.
She sits down next to me, and we sit there awkwardly for who knows how long. Her parents wave to us, wanting us to join them, and I swear it’s like I’m a teenaged boy that can’t handle his own hard-on. Tara puts her hand on my knee. “Baker.”
It’s innocent enough from the outside. But not to me. Her touch is like an electric rod prodding me, and when I look at her lust-glittered eyes I know that I can’t take much more. Through gritted teeth, I tell her, “Tara, go out with your parents. I’ll be out in a minute.”
Her eyes burn with desire. “I don’t want to just leave you. Can I do something?”
Like I’ve just had a punch in the gut, I bend forward. “Fuck, Tara,” I hiss. “If we were anywhere else, I’d take you up on that.”
She gapes at me, realizing what she said and how it sounded. Her lips part, and I get a mental image of her puffy pink stained lips wrapped around my cock. “Go. I’ll be out in a minute.”
She turns to go but stops. “If we were anywhere else I’d, ya know, help you.” And with a big smile, she twirls around and skates off toward her parents and brother.
And like a glutton for punishment, I watch her ass sway the whole way.TaraAfter skating, lunch, and some shopping, I’m lying on my bed exhausted. My dad has Baker cornered in the garage helping him with one of the big Christmas decorations that he couldn’t get to work. I left him there with an assurance to my dad that I’m sure Baker could fix it.