Free Seduction at the Lake by Misty Carrera

“Haven’t you been listening? Faster, and steadier, and with a little rhythm, haven’t you got any rhythm Chloe?
    I have more rhythm than he’ll ever have on his best night, he’s the one who is messing up the stroking.  
    I mean it sounded like such a good idea at the time, an Adirondack retreat with the office. A well appointed lodge, campfires, marshmallows, woodsmoke and coffee. What could go wrong?

    Ha!  

    Lance, my boss that’s what. And, by the way who does that to their kid, names them that, unless they’re on a soap opera? Actually, they might have known what they were doing, he is a bit smoldering. Brown eyes, expertly mussed black hair that curls at his neck. Alright, a lot smoldering. I might have had a little crush on him. Maybe. Thickly muscled arms. The rest, well I had never seen it but he sure worked out a lot so I imagined I could bounce a quarter off his abs. Or just bounce off them myself, either way. You know if he wasn’t busy giving me such a hard time about every damn thing. Today he is especially cranky. Usually I can manage him, show a little cleavage, do the work on time don’t lose his messages, and he stays out of my way.   So how bad could a little camping be?  

    Sigh.  

    I grabbed the sides of the kayak and slowly twisted to face him. He looked frazzled, his usually carefully gelled hair in wispy curls, his black horn rimmed glasses askew. I was used to seeing him more calm, cool and collected.  

    “You’re not doing this right”, he said, his eyes blazing. “I mean I know you’re just a kid, but get it together”

    “I am. Wait. What? Look, we’re heading across the lake, see, we’re getting there, and I am not just a kid.”   Gah, so annoying. I mean I haven’t been a teenager for at least two years now!

    He rolled his eyes “Tip your paddle more this way, make a scooping motion, see?” He demonstrated.  

    “Ok, whatever”, I sighed, and turned back around.  

    We paddled in silence for a few minutes. This really is nice, I thought. I mean, except for him. They day had potential. The sunlight glinting off the little waves, the water crisp and clear. Too bad I wasn’t sharing it with someone who didn’t find me so aggravating. I was sure I could feel his eyes boring through me. Which, um, well actually it made me tingle in ways I didn’t want to think about. I squirmed in my seat, shifting so my shorts didn’t cause any tingling. Nope. Definitely feeling his eyes on my back was doing it.

    “Oh hell” Lance said.  

    I looked up and noticed what he had. Clouds gathering in the distance. Big, dark, menacing clouds. Where had that storm come from?  

    I looked around, we were still a long way from the other end of the lake, where we would meet up with the others.  

    “There” he pointed with his paddle. A small strip of rocky beach lay to our left. The storm was gathering fast, and we paddle scooped until we were within a few yards of the beach. The wind was picking up, and the little waves were becoming some serious chop.  

    “Hang on, I’ll get out and then drag this thing up.” He reached for my hand and pulled me to my feet, steadying the boat as I got out. “We’re gonna get soaked” he sighed as he glanced up at the angry looking sky. A bolt of lightning flashed in the distance, just to prove him right. I jumped, when the lightning flashed, and stumbled. He caught me and for a second held me close to steady me. I looked up, and he was looking down at me with those eyes. I was already getting wet, and it wasn’t the rain. His expression had changed and for a moment I caught my breath.

    “Let’s look around” I said, shaking it off, and pulling away “see if we can find something that will give us a little shelter”. I stepped away from him and felt his hand slide across my back leaving a trail of sparks where he touched me.  

    He looked at me like I was nuts, the rocky outcropping we were standing on was narrow and came