Amber awoke to the sound of an owl hooting nearby. She hadn't realized she'd dozed off. From the soft sounds of his breathing, it sounded like Spencer had too. The fire was low, the reddish glow casting a much smaller radius than before. With the fire's reduction, a notable chill had crept in. The moon was now washing the entire grassy area in its silvery light from a high altitude. She glanced at her phone. "Shit! Spencer, wake up." She nudged him as she sat up, the air sending a shiver down her nearly nude body.
"Hmm?" He groaned, his eyes blinking open. "Oh, sorry, I must have dozed off." He sat up, rubbing his face. "What time is it?'
"Late. It's almost 12:30. I really,
really
don't want to break this up, but I have to get home." Amber slid out from under the blanket and started to collect her clothes.
Spencer got up and helped her, then grabbed his own and started to get dressed. "Okaaay... Do you have a curfew or something?" The idea of a 23-year-old having a curfew sounded odd when he said it aloud, but there was no judgment in his voice.
Amber paused, about to slide her shirt on. "Well... no. I mean, not like a specific time or anything. But you've met my dad. He has
Rules
." Even as she said it, it felt weird and ridiculous. She continued pulling down her shirt. "Besides, I want him to like you and if the first night he meets you, you have his little girl out all night... Well, I just don't think that will help win you any points."
Spencer nodded. "Fair point. Whatever you need." He grabbed the shovel from the cave and began throwing dirt on the fire to put it out. "Let's just move the blankets in a bit further in case there's a wind. I'll come up later and put it all away."
The two quickly got the area cleaned up well enough so as not to be a concern and were about to head back on the path. Amber turned to him. "Hey, before we go back down, I just wanted to say thank you again for the wonderful evening. Even without the wild, passionate sex outside under the moon," here she grinned, "it really was fun just hiking and spending the evening with you." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"I agree," he replied as they started down the trail. "Though I have to say, I never would have guessed that the quiet girl that I like to chat with at one of my client stops would turn out to be a total sex goddess. You hide it well."
Amber held his hand as they descended. The full moon helped light the trail quite a bit and they found they wouldn't need their flashlights until they got under the heavier tree cover. "Are you saying that when I'm at the office, I'm not sexy or not attractive?" She looked up at him with a dead-serious expression.
Spencer stopped abruptly. "What? No! Sorry, no I didn't mean that at all! You're super cute, I just meant that..." He stopped mid-sentence as Amber burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry," she said, catching her breath and continuing the walk. "That was kind of mean. I know what you meant; I was just teasing."
"Oh, whew. For a second there, I thought maybe I'd hurt your..." Spencer paused, then narrowed his eyes. "You know what? You're right—that was mean. And for that, I'm of a mind to... hmmm... never go down on you again," he said with mock irritation.
"Oh, no, what have I done?" she said in a swooning Southern Belle accent. "Please, Sir, please don't threaten me with that. What ever can I do to make up for my discourteous behavior? I absolutely must have you go down on me again. I just must!"
"I do declare," he said in his own impression of a Southern gentleman while shaking his head. "Never again shall my tongue caress your lovely mound and taste the honey from your hive."
Amber threw on her best pout and stopped. "Please, please forgive me! If you don't harvest my honey, my hive shall go dry and I shall shrivel away to dust. It must have a proper, regular harvestin' to stay so sweet."
Spencer tugged her along. "Well, it is truly sweet. And it would be a shame to lose it forever. And I admit it does bring me great joy. I shall contemplate your churlish behavior. Perhaps there is some way we can agree upon to redeem your good grace."
"Oh, thank you! Thank you, noble sir! I vow to not disappoint. Why, I'd be willing to drop right here and let you pleasure yourself with me leaning against this tree if only to encourage you to continue desirin' me in the future." She stopped again, slowly leaning over, her hands against the tree trunk as she swayed her hips seductively.
Spencer stopped and admired the view. He stepped up and ran his hands down her back, down the curves of her backside, and leaned over, kissing her low back where her shirt had ridden up. His hands slid inside her thigh and came back up, pressing on her pants right over her mound. Amber looked back, bit her lip, and let out a moan.
"Yes, yes, like that. Please, let me make up for my teasing," she begged, continuing her Southern accent.
He kissed her low back again while his fingers gently pressed her mons. He then undid her belt and gently slid her pants down to her knees, his hands sliding back up the insides of her thighs and caressing her. Once again she was very wet and he gently rubbed his fingers along the slit. She let out another moan, anticipating him taking her from behind.
He leaned forward and she could hear his pants loosen. Warmth spread across her cheeks as he leaned against her and she braced herself against the tree. She felt the head of his cock replace his fingers on her slit. She pushed back, moaning again. "Yes. I am on fire! Please forgive my teasing."
He slowly entered her. Once he was all the way in, his hips pressing against her ass, he stopped. She felt terribly naughty with her pants around her ankles, bent over with her hands against the rough bark as he entered from behind. She loved it.
Spencer gently stroked in and out. She moaned again, feeling her wetness dripping down her inner thigh.
My God, how can I possibly produce this much?
She knew that it wouldn't take long this time.
Spencer continued his rhythm for a few more strokes and then slowly stopped, buried deep. "Does m'lady like this?"
"Yes," she whispered. "I'm so close. I don't know why, but please, please don't stop!"
He leaned in over her back and whispered, "Oh, I don't want to stop. I want to keep pinning you against this tree until you buckle."
She moaned again.
It definitely won't take long!
"But," he continued, "as you yourself said, we have to get you home ASAP and I'm an honorable gentleman who keeps his word." He pulled out of her with a small squelch, pulled up his pants, and started walking back down the trail.
"Aaargh!" she wailed. She yanked up her pants, hastily buttoning them as she hurried to catch up. "Damn you Spencer!" she cried in her normal voice. "Now look who's the tease," she pouted as she caught up to him.
Spencer laughed and opened his arm to have her walk next to him as they made their way down the mountain. "I have to admit, it was difficult to stop." He kissed the top of her head. "You really are damn sexy when you want to be." She put her arm around his waist and turned on her flashlight.
A short while later, she growled again. "Mmph. I wish I hadn't done that. Now I'm so damned horny, my panties are soaked
again
, and every step is torture."
Spencer stopped and looked down at her with a smile. "Well, there's nothing to say we can't take this hike again and fulfill whatever fantasies my hidden goddess desires. I give you my word." He winked at her and that was good enough for her.
******
The pool lights were still on when they came to the house, but everything else was dark. The glow on the rocks was gorgeous. Amber made a mental note to add sex by the pool at night to her To-Do list. As they passed the pool loungers and made their way up the stairs, Amber spotted two sets of swimsuits haphazardly thrown aside and smiled, wondering where the two lithe, nude bodies were curled up together.
"You know what, Spencer?"
"No, but I know his brother, Who."
"What?"
"No. Who."
"Who what?"
"No, just Who."
"Who who?"
"You sound like an owl." He smirked.
"Oh my god. You are such a nut," she laughed as she caught on.
"What did you want to tell me?" he asked as he opened his car door for her.
She stepped in. "Thank you. Get in and I'll tell you."
Once he was in and had started down the driveway, she turned to him. "Okay, so you know as we were walking past the pool, I had a realization. Obviously, the pool has a bit of a bad history for me." She could sense him tense up a bit, so she put her hand on his.
"But what I realized just now was that this entire evening, not once did a single thought cross my mind about the crap from my past." She could feel his tension release. "Not once did I feel nervous or afraid. I just felt like me. Actually, even better. Like a better me. The me I could be. Despite sounding like Dr. Seuss, does that make sense?"
"Yeah. That's awesome! I'm glad to hear it."
"Thanks. And I noticed that you didn't hesitate or worry at all either."
"Well, you did straddle my lap and seductively insist. I think that helped get the message through."
******
Amber turned the key in her lock as quietly as she could, a sense of dread mixing in with the pure joy in her heart.
Hopefully, Dad was tired and went to bed early and he doesn't know I'm not here until the middle of the night. And why do I need to be so concerned? This shouldn't be this way.
As the door clicked open, she turned to Spencer who had followed her up to the porch. A gentle chime drifted across the lawn announcing the car door was open. "You don't have to walk me all the way to the door, you know."
"I know. It's the 21st Century and all, but it just feels right. Besides, what if there's a burglar?"
"You're sweet. I think I'll be alright." She kissed him, her lips lingering a moment before she looked him in the eye. "Thanks again for a magical evening."
"Any time."
Amber closed the door behind her and heard Spencer's footsteps receding down the walk as she slipped off her shoes. She watched him through the side window as he backed out and drove away, turning his headlights on as he entered the street.
No, the only thing I have to fear is facing my own father as a grown adult doing my own thing.
The house was dark and silent, so she knew he had gone to bed.
At least I don't have to worry about it until morning.
She turned around and moved to the living room. The blanket was lying haphazardly on the couch, so she decided to fold it and put it across the back of the cushions where it belonged. Somewhat focused, she heard a creak behind her and glanced over her shoulder. A shadow moved near the stairway. Whoever it was, the figure was too short to be her father.
