by A. J. Wynter
Olivia tensed as Blaine leaned toward her, but he continued past her to reach into the back to grab the duffel bag.
“Is this where you kill me and stuff me in there?”
Blaine smiled. “You’ve seen too many movies. And you’ve left way too many fingerprints around here.” He pulled a folded t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants out of the bag. “I thought that you might need a change of clothes, so I grabbed these for you.” He placed the clothes in her lap. “Now you don’t have an excuse not to see Fern Falls with me.”
Olivia smiled and without thinking, kissed him on the mouth. She pulled back quickly, “I’m sorry, I don’t know…”
Blaine grabbed her face in both hands and interrupted her apology with a kiss. His lips felt so soft on hers and she loved the feel of his beard against her face. She realized that she was stiff as a board, so she relaxed into the kiss and Blaine pulled her from the passenger seat onto his lap. Olivia let her tongue respond to his and their kissing increased in intensity. Olivia straddled Blaine and her hips involuntarily began to rock in time with their kissing. Blaine wrapped his thick arms around her waist. Their breathing was becoming frantic and Olivia was experiencing feelings she never thought possible. Her womanhood was throbbing and she wanted him to touch her between her legs so badly. She leaned her body against his and pressed herself down onto his lap. She could feel his hardness through his jeans and she moaned into his mouth.
Blaine pulled away and looked her in the eyes. “Let’s go swimming.”
Olivia was surprised. “Swimming?” She asked. What had she done wrong? Why didn’t he want to keep making out with her?
“Well, we’re already wet,” he said, and swept a strand of Olivia’s damp hair away from her face.
Isn’t that the truth, Olivia thought to herself.
She’d never gone skinny-dipping before and thought that it only happened in movies. Throwing all caution to the wind, she shook her head yes, and jumped out of the van.
Blaine stripped out of his wet clothes and ran to the lake, ahead of Olivia. She watched his muscular back as he jogged down the wooden dock and did a huge dive into the clear water. She noticed that he kept his boxers on, and Olivia breathed out a sigh of relief. As much as she longed to let loose and stop being so uptight, her sensible bra and underwear actually offered more coverage than her bikini. She stepped out of her clothes and ran on her tip toes to the end dock.
“How cold is it?” She tried to dip her toe into the water, but the dock was too high, even for her long legs, to reach the surface of the water.
“It’s beautiful,” Blaine shouted as he treaded water in the centre of the small lake.
Olivia took a deep breath and dove in. She surfaced and squealed, “It’s freezing!”
“I know.” Blaine laughed. “It’s spring fed. It’s always cold, even when all the other swimming holes are 95 degrees, this one is still refreshing.”
Olivia swam out to Blaine. Once the initial shock had worn off, she found the temperature to be crisp, but refreshing.
“Come over here,” Blaine said, backstroking away.
She followed and when she got close to him, he reached his hand out and pulled her to him.
“You can put your feet down here.”
Olivia drew her feet underneath her body to find a flat rock. It was just big enough for the two of them to stand on, if they were pressed against each other. She was neck deep in the water and his chest was exposed, the flesh on his torso full of goosebumps. He put his hand around her waist and pulled her against him.
“You’re shivering,” he said.
She was shivering, but it wasn’t cold. It was the anticipation and excitement of being with him.
“Well, you can warm me up,” she said and immediately regretted it. Warm me up – so cheesy!
Blaine raised his eyebrows at her and leaned down to kiss her. The kisses started tenderly, first small delicate touches of their lips together, then they grew hungrier, and their tongues and mouths became more aggressive. With their partially naked bodies pressed together Olivia could feel him growing hard. He pressed himself against her and even though she was soaking wet from swimming, she could feel her body getting wet in response to the warmth of his hard cock pressing against her. Blaine held her close to him with one arm around her waist and placed his other hand behind her neck. Olivia let her legs float up and wrapped them around his waist, she rocked her hips so that his cock slid back and forth against her. He pulled his face back from hers and kissed her tenderly again. She loved the way that his eyelashes clumped together like stars, and his hair fell onto his shoulders like a Viking warrior.
He stepped back off the rock and grabbed her by the wrists as they plunged into the deep water. Olivia squealed with laughter and swam back to the rock. When Blaine tried to gain his place on the rock, Olivia pushed him off and he fell back into the water with a huge splash.
“Oh, you want to start that do you?” Blaine laughed and swam for her. His powerful strokes had him at the rock in seconds and in one smooth motion he landed one foot on the rock, grabbed Olivia around her thin waist, and leapt off the other side.
They came to the surface laughing and flailing.
Blaine looked Olivia in the eyes, smiled and kissed her on the lips. “Your lips are blue. Let’s get out and dry off.”
Olivia could’ve stayed in that pond with Blaine forever. She finally understood the term ‘frolicking’ as that’s the only way she could describe their pond swim.
They raced to the edge of the pond and pulled themselves up on the sandy shore.
Olivia stood, suddenly self conscious in her see through white cotton bikini briefs and floral bra. She crossed her arms over her body and shivered.
Blaine wrapped his arms around her and rubbed his hands up and down her back vigorously in an attempt to warm her up. She relaxed into him and nuzzled her face into his neck. They remained entwined together, in silence, for several minutes, the heat of the afternoon sun beating down on their damp bodies. Olivia looked up at Blaine and kissed his cheek. He smiled and grabbed her hand.
“Come on, the sun has dried off the dock, let’s get warmed up and dried off.”
Hand in hand they walked down the planks of the old dock. Blaine was right, the sun had been baking the wood and Olivia could feel its warmth radiating into her body. She could also feel the warmth of Blaine beside her. She sighed contentedly and stared up at the sky watching the bright white clouds do their slow marshmallow dance through the sky.
She reached for Blaine’s hand and he intertwined his fingers between hers. She was so happy, but couldn’t help but wonder why things hadn’t progressed any further than kissing. If he would’ve pulled at her panties, she would’ve let him take them off of her. If he would’ve pulled her bra down to expose her breasts, she would’ve let him kiss them. She shivered at the thought of his beard brushing against the pale sensitive skin of her pear-shaped breasts.
Just when she thought nothing else was going to happen, he reached out and touched her.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN – BLAINE
Blaine and his crew had been hard at work at the farm since 7:30. He told the guys to meet him at the clubhouse at 6, but all four rolled in at 7, making them an hour and half late for their first day on the job.
Once they got going, they were surprisingly good workers and were able to get all of the morning’s work done before 10:00 a.m. If they kept going this way there would be no doubt that the farm would be all harvested and ready for the AGM.
As Blaine approached the barn he heard Steve’s band playing. Blaine had heard the band plenty of times before, and they were a standard, run of the mill, cover band. Now, there was another dimension, the guitarist was seriously skilled and he knew that meant that Olivia was inside. He needed to get some direction from Steve about the next job to do on the farm. It just made sense for them to wait inside the barn, didn’t it? He knew that he was looking for excuses to be near Olivia again.
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When he saw her, the beams of light coming through the barn shone directly on her. He knew that they were hidden in the darkness of the back of the barn and he relaxed onto a hay bale to watch Olivia play. She was having fun and joking around while her fingers ripped up and down the neck of the guitar. She was radiant, and in that moment, Blaine knew that he had to make her his.
When Steve asked him to give her a ride home, he didn’t have to think twice. He planned to drop the boys off first, leaving him alone with her. As they drove he noticed that she seemed nervous, and he wondered how he could make her more comfortable.
He glanced over to her and saw her pink nipples hard and erect pressing against her wet shirt. He suddenly felt protective over those nipples and didn’t want the leering eyes of his crew checking them out. He reached over and turned up the heat, hoping to help warm her up. With the guys in the van he figured that any conversation with her would be awkward, so he turned up the radio and tried to concentrate on the road. He hoped that she couldn’t see his cock straining against his pants. What he really wanted to do was pull the van over, rip the buttons off her shirt, and take her pretty pink nipples in his mouth.
After getting rid of the crew, he wracked his brain, trying to figure out a way to spend more time with her. He wanted to touch her, to kiss her, but also to get to know her. He ran inside the clubhouse and tossed some of his extra clothes into a bag, along with a blanket, and some condoms.
She started to get really hot and heavy with him as they kissed at the shore of Fern Falls. He needed a distraction from her kisses or else he was going to blow his load right then and there in the van. When they got to the lake he wasn’t sure if she would be game for a swim, but she surprised him. She had surprised him in so many ways, and the way she writhed against his lap told him she was thirsty for him.
The cold water settled down his raging boner, but it come back in full force when they started kissing on the flat rock. The little minx wrapped her legs around his waist and had rocked her pussy slowly back and forth against his throbbing cock. Even through the fabric of their soaked clothes, he could feel her warmth. If it had been any other woman he would’ve slid those granny panties aside and rammed himself into her pussy. He felt himself drawing dangerously close to losing control, so he tossed her off of him. She smiled with a mischievous glint in her eye and played along. He felt like they were two teenagers, playing and flirting with each other. It felt so good to be attracted to a woman and be able to goof around with her.
As they sunned on the dock she sweetly reached out and held his hand. It was then he knew that he wanted something special with her. He was going to have to exercise all of his will power to try to avoid fucking her sweet, sweet, pussy. And that mouth, oh god, he could tell that her heart shaped lips were going to feel amazing wrapped around his member.
“Blaine,” Olivia asked, still looking at the sky. “Why did you help me that day at the gas station?”
Blaine smiled. “Well, I saw the whole thing happen. I don’t let guys treat women like shit, and that douchebag was being a total asshole.” Blaine turned to face Olivia, “I saw a pretty girl who needed some help. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be your knight in shining armor.”
Olivia smiled, turned to him, and kissed him gently on the lips.
“Why did you just drive away then? That could’ve been the last time that I ever saw you.”
Blaine sighed. “I tend to stay away from good girls like you.”
“How did you know I was a good girl?” Olivia asked, and propped herself up on her elbows, dropping her face back to soak in the sun.
“Oh, please. Seriously?” Blaine pretended to scoff. “You’re as square as they get, you’ve got it written all over you.”
“Maybe you’ve got me all wrong.” Olivia turned onto her side to face Blaine.
“I highly doubt that.” Blaine smiled and trailed his finger up Olivia’s side. He tucked his fingers under her bra strap.
“It’s true” Olivia sighed. “I’m as boring and good as they get.”
“Hey, good isn’t necessarily boring.” Blaine pulled Olivia’s bra strap off her shoulder and exposed her white breasts to the sunshine. Her nipples were pink like cotton candy and stood up pert and erect against the soft breeze in the air.
Blaine traced his rough finger across Olivia’s collarbone, down her exposed nipple, and then cupped her breast in his hand. He ran his thumb lightly across her nipple, and noticed Olivia’s breath start to quicken. He bent down and flicked her nipple with his tongue, and drew back to kiss her on the lips, before returning to take her whole nipple into his mouth. Olivia breathed in sharply, his gentle teasing touch making her hips writhe against him.
He pulled away and continued, “Every time I ran into you I wanted to talk to you, get to know you better. But the novelty of a bad boy like me wears off real quick for proper girls like you. I don’t have anything to offer to you. Besides, potentially putting you in harm’s way.”
Olivia was torn between wanting him to continue talking, and wanting his lips back on her breast.
“Why would I be in harm’s way?”
“Oh, Olivia. That’s a conversation for another day. In order to keep you safe, I may never tell you exactly what I do for the club. Some of it is legal, and some of it isn’t.”
“Well, maybe someday you’ll trust me enough to tell me more. For right now, I just want more of this,” She rolled up on her knees and pulled Blaine’s face back to her chest. Blaine was rock hard and wanted to pull off her white granny panties then and there, but he resisted. He kissed down Olivia’s taut stomach while continuing to caress her breast with his hand. He bit at the waistline of her panties and kissed her soft mound over top of the cotton. Olivia gasped at the sensation of the warmth of his breath on her damp panties. He slid his hand down her body and traced his fingers along the front of her panties, then slipped them aside, so he could slide one finger inside her and wrap his mouth around her womanhood, flicking his tongue gently against her clit.
She seemed really into it, so he was shocked when she tapped him on his shoulder, “Blaine, not now.”
Blaine hooked his finger around her panties and returned them to their proper place, then kissed her mound, before returning to her face to kiss her lips. He wasn’t used to women playing hard to get. Usually by now he’d be balls deep in a woman, giving it to her as hard as he could.
“You’re beautiful,” Blaine said and pulled Olivia in close to hug her and kiss her neck.
They sat on the end of the dock, swinging their feet above the frigid water, drying off in the sun’s rays, Blaine’s arm draped heavily over Olivia’s narrow shoulders. They chatted about where they grew up, their childhoods, and bonded about growing up without their mothers.
Blaine felt at ease with Olivia, and shared details about his childhood that he’d never shared with any other woman. The conversation flowed freely, and before they knew it two hours had gone by. They were both dry and warm in the sun and Blaine enjoyed the way their conversation flowed naturally. He was impressed with her dedication to the cello, and her passion for music. He found himself wishing that he had the same passion for something. He was passionate about his club, but he wondered if that was the same thing. As they talked, he realized that their worlds couldn’t be more different. He wondered if there was any way that a good girl like Olivia and a biker like himself could ever work together. He didn’t want to expose her to the club, or its antics. She seemed too pure, too innocent, to be able to hang out with his friends; and there was no way she could handle the cattiness of the clubhouse women.
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of gravel crunching. Blaine turned to see that a car full of college boys had pulled up beside the van. Olivia pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them in an attempt to hide her body.
Blaine stood up, “Stay here and don’t move until I tell you to.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN – OLI
VIA
Olivia couldn’t believe how perfect her day had been. She stared up at the sky and didn’t think that it was possible for her to be any happier. The sun warmed her body and she loved the way Blaine’s thick fingers barely fit between hers. When he had gone down on her, she had felt warmth in a way she never thought possible. She wanted him to continue the sucking between her legs, but the unknown of what she should be doing drove her to ask him to stop.
She looked at his six pack, each muscle creating its own little shadow on his tight body, and let her gaze travel down to his boxer shorts and the way the fabric bulged out with his manhood. She wanted to pull down his boxers and kiss his dick, take it in her mouth and suck on him, but she was too self-conscious about her lack of experience.
The sound of car doors slamming snapped her out of her dreamy haze and she immediately felt very exposed in her underwear out at the end of the dock. She realized that she would have to walk by the college boys in order to get her clothes. Her mind raced as she tried to work out how she was going to get out of there with minimum embarrassment or harassment.
Her worries disappeared the moment Blaine stood up and ordered her to stay put. She watched his arms flex as he strode toward the boys, opening and closing his fists. She strained to hear what he was saying but couldn’t make out the words. She didn’t recognize the boys, and they clearly didn’t know who they were dealing with.
Olivia’s eyes grew wide when one of the boys shoved Blaine on the shoulder. He was easily fifty pounds heavier than any of the boys, but the three of them put together might be able to overpower him. She stood up, feeling incredibly helpless.
The three boys circled Blaine and one of them lunged forward to punch him. He arched his back and dodged the punch completely, bringing his forearms down on the back of the boy who had thrown the punch. The boy slammed to the ground and Blaine turned to face the other two. The smallest of the three backed off, but the second stepped in, driving his shoulder into Blaine’s chest and forcing the two of them to the ground. Blaine hooked his leg around the boy’s and rolled on top of him, effectively pinning him to the ground. Blaine drew his hand back as if to throw a huge punch, but instead of a closed fist, he slapped the kid across the face. He bent down and grabbed the kid by the collar and said something to him before shoving him back to the ground.
