"Only if you catch me first!"
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Early May. Spring had spawned the perfect first summer's day with an astonishing high clear sky and a warm breeze, the sole purpose of which was to remind nature to come to life. The sun was generous with its rays and had let them scatter nimbly upon the tiny ripples of a little lake, gracefully blinding anyone bold enough to let their eyes rest for too long at the surface. Grass, trees and flowers swooshed an orchestral background to the librettos performed by a perfectly tuned choir of birds sounding their warbles and trills; a sublime ensemble conducted by a divine Maestro – God's grandeur was never more apparent.
Or so I might have thought if my mind had even for a second pondered upon religion or spirituality.
But this glorious day I wasn't. Insofar as I paid any interest to nature at all, it was all about the birds and the bees. Glancing on my bikini-clad companion, sun-bathing in the grass just an arm's length away, my thoughts encompassed nothing but any and all varieties of sinful lust and carnal pleasure.
She was truly a goddess. Silky, golden hair framing the prettiest face, with blue, intelligent eyes that never failed to disintegrate me and observe every little detail, never failed to observe my flaws, but seemingly oblivious about their magnetic attraction. Her smile, mischievous, alluring, disarming; always one second from reducing me into a shivery-legged cooing baby. A body that was divinely forged and wrapped in a peachy soft complexion. I did my best never to divulge this, my gravest weakness – how totally and completely obsessed of her I was – to her. At this particular occasion, concealment was effectuated by lying flat on my belly while my not so shy member dug deep into the grassy ground underneath me.
We'd only known each other for less than a week and I wasn't supposed to either adore her or make up cunning schemes on how to lure her off to become the subject of my elaborate sexual fantasies; Sheila was the newly wed wife of an old friend – a brother in arms who had trusted me with the love of his life while he was away for a fortnight.
Sorry mate, your confidence will be the end of you yet.
"Will you help me with the sunscreen?" My inability to control my passion and to say 'no' will be the end of me, for sure.
"Ahem... sure..." I was already sitting up when I realized that I had unleashed the most apparent manifestation of my erotic imagery, and it was obvious that Sheila noticed the hefty bulge that was protruding from my swim pants. She watched me blatantly and her grin turned from mischievous to wicked. Keeping a straight face, nevertheless, I crawled over and grabbed the tube of factor eight.
Massaging the oil into the soft skin of her shoulders, neck and the small of her back – I had to restrain myself not to go lower – which didn't help. Not at all. The stretch fabric of my pants all but burst under the considerable strain of my perfect erection.
"Don't be shy... legs too!"
Did she just swallow a muffled giggle? Was she leading me on? Well... her body was there... my oily hands were there... nobody else was there... Virtue, nevertheless, was absent. My palms continued to caress her body; hips, thighs and calves. Even feet, although a kick dangerously close to my crotch taught me painfully that the gorgeous woman before me was more than a wee bit ticklish.
She looked up. For a second I suspected that she was about to apologize for the sudden assault but her dry voice only urged me to continue.
Bolder. Harder. My palms, fingers and eyes followed the contour of her body. I poured more oil, kneading it into her skin and into her flesh. A grunt escaped my lips and was immediately followed by a moan from hers.
"Sheila..." I whispered "...I want to fuck you."
I was astounded by my own words. Right there, I had betrayed the trust of one of my best friends and the enormity of it hit me like a tidal wave. Or, the fraction of a second later, like a whip. Suddenly, I felt a sharp sting over my belly as if I had been stung by a bee or struck by a stick.
Close enough. It was a bikini top and she had slashed me with it while she had lithely escaped my hands and got to her feet. There was a tiny red bruise where the lock had hit my stomach right under the ribs.
Shame didn't begin to describe the feelings that ran through my chest as I stood before her, still on my knees, looking at the ground, terrified to meet her eyes. I saw how her feet stepped into her sneakers and heard her sigh heavily. Slowly, I looked up at her and my shame turned into confusion, which turned into thrill: She didn't look angry. Maybe a little spiteful but definitely happy; the ringing of her laughter filled my whole being with exhilarated, raw lust.
"Only if you catch me first!" And she darted away along the shore of the lake with the grace and speed of a gazelle.
The scene was set for an interesting afternoon.
I sprung to my feet and set off after her. Adrenaline pumped through my veins and my feet hardly touched the grassy ground. I all but laughed out loud when I realized how remarkable the scenery would look to a passer-by; a beautiful, scantily clad, giggling woman chased by a barefoot man with nothing but a swimsuit to hide his erection. But nobody was around and the chase seemed soon to be over; although she was fast, my longer legs helped me close the distance little by little.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain under my foot and before I had realized what had happened, the momentum had thrown me over and I rolled forward on the ground. We had almost reached the furthest end of the lake, which was bordered by a grove. I had stepped on something sharp and when I saw a glimpse of Sheila behind some near-by trees, I imagined that it must have been a stone or a stick by the sheer number of fir cones around me and I guessed that I had got one of them between my toes. My inner vision saw Sheila putting her feet into her sneakers and realized that the salacious bitch had been planning this all along. My long legs wouldn't carry me particularly fast when the ground held so many sharp obstacles against my bare feet. I let out something of a roar, which was immediately answered by mocking laughter.
"Surely you haven't given up, have you, darling?"
