Free Snowbound Summer by Veronica Tower Page B

problem? You don't trust me?” Ron asked.
    He was too pleased with himself to engender much trust and Kara told him as much. “Not today, I don't. So here are the rules. You get your five minutes, but we don't leave the room.” She remembered his question about public places. “And we don't open the door either.”
    Ron shrugged. “I can live with that,” he said.
    “And the next time we play this game, I get to ask you truth or dare first!”
    Ron laughed. “Okay,” he agreed.
    He stepped away from her to the bed and pulled the cover off one of the pillows. “It's one thirty-seven. Are you ready to begin?”
    Kara gave the pillowcase a measuring glance. So he intended to tie her up, did he? “Okay,” she agreed.
    Ron guided her over in front of a full-length mirror. She had a flannel shirt on beneath her ski vest and in the air-conditioned lodge it felt pretty good.
    Ron slipped the ski vest off her shoulders and tossed it onto a chair. Then he folded the pillowcase a couple of times and lifted it to her face to blindfold her.
    “Hey!” Kara protested. “I didn't agree to that.”
    “Yes, you did,” Ron told her. He quickly tied the covering in place, effectively blocking all of her sight. She couldn't even see light through the opaque cloth.
    “Is that too tight?” Ron asked.
    “No,” Kara told him.
    “Good!”
    Without warning, Ron spun her around several times, completely disorienting her. She tried to grab hold of him, but only succeeding in spilling the both of them onto the bed. Laughing, Ron helped her get her feet back under her and stand up again.
    “Now stand here in front of the mirror,” Ron whispered, “while I get you ready.”
    Kara bit off another question as Ron's hands circled around her waist from behind and began to unbutton her flannel shirt. He took his time, occasionally pausing in the unfastening to feel the soft flesh of her belly, and later to caress her breasts through the cups of her bra.
    She relaxed and leaned back against him, enjoying the feel of his hard pectoral muscles against her shoulder blades, and the pleasant weight of his hands as they caressed and undressed her.
    Her shirt slipped off her shoulders and dropped to the floor leaving Ron holding her breasts and squeezing them ever so slightly through her bra as his lips began to nibble at her ear lobe where it peaked out beneath the blindfold.
    Kara pressed her rear against his groin, feeling the thick meat of his erection through the fabric of his jeans. Her fingers swept up her own body to cover his hands, gently encouraging him to continue caressing her.
    Ron pulled his hands back behind her and unfastened her bra. She tried to catch the fabric as it dropped away but he patiently extracted it from her hands and dropped it to the floor.
    She wished that she could see what he was doing. His fingertips on her hard nipples felt glorious. There were calluses on the balls of his fingers, which added a touch of roughness to his caresses and made her tits sing with pleasure. The warmth generated by his kisses on her jaw complemented the tingling sensation in her breasts.
    One hand dipped lower, gliding down her mostly flat stomach to dip inside her tight jeans to the second knuckle. His fingers cruised through the short little hairs of her well-trimmed bush but didn't quite reach the aching nub of her clitoris.
    Kara's breasts heaved as she struggled to get more air into her lungs. The cool hotel room temperature felt strange and invigorating inside her hot chest. Ron's fingers began to squeeze more insistently on her breasts. His mouth increased the suction on her neck as if he wanted to give her a hicky. His fingers slipped out of her pants to fumble with the button of her blue jeans.
    With her eyes covered and Ron not speaking, she was forced to rely completely on her sense of touch and what she could feel was those delicious fingers, the hot warmth of Ron's mouth and tongue and that oh so rigid meat pressing