Free Seduction at the Lake by Misty Carrera Page A

right up to the shore. Behind us though, off to the left, the land leveled a bit and there was room to walk. “I’ll be right back” I yelled above the wind. I had to get away and get ahold of myself anyway. He’s the boss, Chloe, he’s the boss, I repeated to myself. He is older than you, he doesn’t like you very much and it could be a while until the storm passes. Control yourself girl.

    He busied himself with securing the kayak, stowing the paddles, and removing our small cooler and our backpacks.

    I walked back along the grassy edge where the land leveled off and as I edged along, I spotted an inlet, and alongside it, well back from the edge was a small Adirondack style lean-to. Just three sides, but it was some kind of shelter.  

    I spun on my heel and dashed back to where Lance was scanning the sky. Big rain drops were splatting down, “come on” I yelled, and grabbed his hand. The warmth of his skin against my palm sent a tingle up my arm, that I ignored. “Let’s go” I said as the sky opened up and suddenly sheets of rain were coming down on us.  

    We squished through the muddy trail to the lean to, and we stepped inside. Slipping off my muddy sandals, I looked down and assessed the damage. Soaked, I was soaked to the skin. I looked at him, he was too. His shirt stuck to him like a second skin. I was right about the bouncy abdomen thing. Wow. His muscled arms were outlined in detail. I glanced up at his face, his brow was creased in worry. His hair was soaked, plastered to his skin, and running down his face were tiny rivulets of water. Before I could think I reached up and wiped away a drop before it ran into his eye. He flinched for a second, then looked down at me. His eyes traveled down my shirt, and I realized my shirt looked like a second skin on me too. In the chill my nipples had hardened, and I thought I heard him catch his breath as he glanced at my breasts. Quickly he looked away.  

    “Well” he started, but his thought was interrupted by a crack of thunder so loud I shrieked and jumped again. “Whoa there” he said and caught me one more time as I stumbled forward. His hands gripped my sides, and lingered for a minute longer than was maybe necessary.

    “Sorry, that was close.” I looked around outside, “sounded like it hit something nearby”.  

    The lean-to had a bench of sorts in back. Lance put our belongings on it and opened his backpack. He rummaged around and pulled out two large fleecy blankets. He handed me one, and took the other.  

    Here, get out of those wet things, and wrap this around you, he said, turning around to give me some privacy. Which wasn’t really necessary as he had already seen most everything through my wet clothing. I stripped down to my panties, and wrapped myself in the cozy fleece.  

    “Okay”, I said. And he turned around. “What about you? You wrap up too.”  

    “Nah, I’m fine” he said, but pulled the blanket tighter.

    “Here”, I stepped forward, “really, take this off, it’s soaking” I touched the hem of his shirt for emphasis. He took my hand and held it for a moment, then dropped it. He reached down and grasped his shirt with both hands, letting the blanket fall to the floor. I bent and grabbed it before it got wet. When I stood I was face to chest with him. Reflexively I reached out and touched him, and I could feel the electricity running between us. As I looked up he cupped my chin and looked into my eyes.  

    “What are you doing to me?” he whispered. I froze, staring into his eyes, and wondering what the hell was happening.  

    Suddenly he kissed me, and as he did he pulled me closer. I looked up and we kissed again, tongues entwined, the warmth of them playing against our cold lips. I slid my hands around his back and reaching up wrapped his blanket back around him.  

    For a moment we just stood there.  

    “How about those jeans?” I whispered, those should come off too, they’re soaked. I ran my