My Birthday Present

This is the second chapter of a story I have been working on about two friends. If you haven't read chapter one, I recommend that you check it out first, it will give you a lot of background on the relationship that they share. There is more to come and any and all comments are welcomed and encouraged. Please do not hesitate to contact me with question, comments, advice, etc.

When we got to the cabin, Raphael acted like he always did, the perfect gentleman. He got out of his truck and briskly walked around so he could help me down. Then he grabbed his bags and mine, and carried them into the house for me. He showed me into one room and left me to put my stuff away as I wished while he did the same in his room. As soon as I had my stuff sufficiently situated, I walked out into the living room to inquire as to what he had planned for the rest of the day. He was sitting on the couch and gestured that I join him. When I poised the question to him, Raphael just pulled me close and whispered, "I know how stressed out you have been lately, this trip is my way of trying to help you, so relax and just enjoy it. Everything is a surprise, just the way I want it to be."

We sat like that for a few minutes and then he decide that he was ready to get our adventure started. He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me outside. As soon as we stepped out the front door, he said, "you know the rules, and you know that the winner picks the punishment for the last one in the lake, so if I were you I'd start running." I would have won if he hadn't played dirty on the dock. When Raphael and I reached the dock, we were both stripping just as fast as we could, my extra layers combined with the fact that he decided that then would be a good time to start tickling me put me at a slight disadvantage as he dove in a second before I did. Just to get even, I made sure that my dive splashed him, and then I soon swam over to him to inquire as to my punishment. He just laughed and told me he would explain it to me later.

We played in the water for a while, splashing each other and reveling in each other's company. He was a stronger swimmer than I had ever been so it didn't take too long for him to wear me out. He could tell when I started fading and so he helped me up onto the smooth surface of the dock. As I laid there, stretched out, on my stomach, I finally took the time to enjoy the scenery. Raphael had a gorgeous body and I could easily understand why women were constantly falling all over him. His light brown hair was long enough to run your fingers through but not so long that it looked shaggy. His sky blue eyes were as deep as the heavens and I had lost myself in them on multiple occasions. From my vantage point I could watch his strong shoulders and broad chest cut through the water, his muscles rippling as he swam. His body was toned and tanned to perfection and it seemed to be beckoning my eyes to explore him even further. My glance fell to his flawless butt and as he rolled over to swim on his back, he presented his gorgeous member to my view as well. I noticed, ashamed that my survey of his body had caused another wet spot to form on the deck, so I forced myself to roll over, allowing the sun tease my tight breasts and the breeze to taunt my exposed skin.

Raphael allowed me to sun bathe for a bit as he enjoyed his swim. As I lay there taking in the serenity, I got the feeling that someone was watching me. I looked over to him, and couldn't help but notice the feel of his gaze caressing my skin. As his eyes fell over my hour-glass figure, tight stomach, long legs, and overall tanned skin, and I couldn't help but assume by the way that he hastily looked away that he was enjoying the view as well.

Raphael soon swam over to me, grabbed me by an arm and pulled me back into the water with him. I shrieked in surprise and was soon trying to get even with him. I swam close and tried to dunk him. I got near and put my hands on his shoulders, preparing myself to push him under. However, as always, he had the upper hand and instead of allowing me to dunk him, he pulled me close to him instead. My senses came alive at his touch and I couldn't fight off the awareness of every little thing that was occurring. The way our legs intertwined, the feel of his rapidly thickening member against my thigh, the way his hands caressed my hips, and the feel of his breath on my neck. Though we were only like this for a few seconds it felt like hours had passed and the world was standing still. He broke the moment by raising one of his hands and tangling it in my hair as he pulled me close and engaged me in the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced.

His kiss left me weak kneed and feeling like a blubbering idiot, so we swam over to the dock and he pushed me up onto it, lightly swatting my butt as he did. I then pulled him up next to me. We lay close together on the dock, his arm across my shoulders as we allowed the sun to dry our skin. When we rolled over and finished the drying process, Raphael lifted himself up onto an elbow as his other hand wandered over my stomach with a feather light touch.

Before long we were dry and he rolled in close to me again, placing a light kiss on the top of my forehead, Raphael softly reminded me that I had lost our race and I still had to accept my punishment, and I wasn't allowed to refuse any punishment that was prescribed to me. With everything that had just happened, I was slightly nervous about his choice. As we lay there for a few more minutes, his nose resting against my temple, my mind came alive with all the possible punishments that he could inflict. As they began to parade across my brain I felt my thighs begin to dampen. Raphael seemed to sense my reaction to my thoughts and so he leaned even closer and nibbled on my ear as he whispered, "The first part of your punishment is going to be that you have to walk back to the cabin in nothing but your shoes."