Tangled Ropes

Bret eventually changed the pace of things and lifted Lacey’s face up to his. Her lips parted and waited for a reassuring kiss that seemed to not come. Opening her eyes, she looked into his searching for answers. The depth of darkness and desire seemed infinite. His eyebrows had a question that was not being asked. Lacey wanted to know and assure Bret that this was perfect and exactly what she needed.

When the silence grew too loud for Lacey, Bret finally spoke up and explained how much his fantasies had been brought to reality in the unexpected and most perfect of ways. Lacey braced herself for the inevitable but exit most men gave when things go too hot with Lacey.

Leaning in very close to her ear, Bret started to explain the kind of future he wanted with Lacey if she’d welcome him into her heart. Relief stormed through her whole body. Lacey exhaled and grabbed his head and pulled him very close to her. She thrust her hips as close to his as she could and held on tightly. Bret was caught by surprise. He held on tightly in direct response and held his tongue from speaking.

After some time Lacey let Bret go. She needed to know what was on his mind and what he was afraid of. They talked. The sun started to drift towards setting. Now it was Lacey’s turn to test Bret’s trust. Their conversations had uncovered a lot of deeply guarded emotions and fears.

Bret sensed that Lacey was shifting gears of their bond. Her eyes had changed. A bit of warrior princess had moved in. His worries that her control side was taking over was not quelled when he felt her hands reach for his shorts and nudged them down. He stiffened. Lacey saw the warning signs and understood instantly what had not been addressed verbally. Bret was the kind of man who saved himself for his future lady. That was what had caused the awkward pause after all the tantalizing pleasures he had orchestrated.

Lacey, allowing her naughtier side to show, quickly removed her panties and got on her knees. While looking and locking her eyes on his, she tugged again at his shorts just enough to signal her intentions while still waiting for his approval. The clouds of thoughts that flung across his face was telling. Bret wanted to trust Lacey but was not sure that giving up control in this pristine of romantic spots was his idea of wise play. Lacey tugged again.

Bret stepped back and was about to lower himself to her level when a stern look of rebuke flashed across her lips and eyes. Pausing, Bret stood still. Not sure what to do next, Lacey tugged again at his shorts and parted her lips. Something was different with this last tug. Bret nodded.

Lacey hoped that her eagerness wasn’t showing as she nearly ripped his shorts off. Bret stumbled back a step or two in complete surprise. Lacey jumped up and hugged Bret tightly. The heat between the two of them burned hot like the blazing noon day desert sun.

Lacey turned Bret around and gently nudged him back towards the water. At this point, Bret decided to suspend his doubt and go with the flow. He knew where his hard stops were and was not worried about crossing them. He would need all of his focus to preserve these solid bright lines. Lacey was going to require his undivided attention to ensure these lines didn’t get tangled.

With a quick backward jump, Bret jumped into the pool with Lacey following very closely. Once in, she pressed herself against him and enjoyed the sound of his breath changing with intense arousal. Playful splashing quickly followed as they horse-played in the water and got more familiar with their bodies. Their chemistry was rapidly heating up the water.

Just when it became clear that Bret was about to lose his control, Lacey wrapped her legs around Bret. He paused. She looked deep into his eyes. He registered compassion unlike any he had seen in a woman he’d ever considered as date. His soul felt that Lacey understood his. His body relaxed. His hands stopped playing with her breast and pulled her closer. Lacy pulled back a little.

“It’s OK. It’s time to head back. This is just the beginning” Lacey said as seductively as she could in hopes of assuring Bret that they were doing great and she was open to more with him.

Their privates were barely touching. The temptation was there. The firm grip Lacey had was assuring Bret that his desires were not only respected, but protected. The way Bret’s hands moved towards Lacey’s hips reassured her that the message had been well received. And just in the nick of time too, as a series of mini orgasm were knocking ferociously at her door.

As the gentleman he was, Bret helped Lacey out of the pool and took a moment to look her up and down. With a bit of giggling, Lacey dropped her hip the same way she had done at the garage when they first met. This time, Bret allowed her to see the beam he had stifled from his smile back then. Lacey blushed instantly but didn’t turn away or cover up. Watching Bret jump out the pool and stand to his fullest made her knees extra weak.

“First one back to the hotel gets to use the handcuffs on the other any way they see fit” Bret announced with a defiant victorious look on his face.

“Oh no you don’t!” Lacey countered as she pushed with all her might to drop Bret back into the pool. But he was a brick wall and didn’t budge much. He just laughed and smacked her booty. She giggled and landed in his arms. They kissed.

Lacey broke the kiss and stepped back.

“Trust me… it’s for our good” Lacey said with yearning painted heavily on brows. She wanted Bret so badly.

“I’m still going to win the race back to the hotel, even if I help you back into these impossible jeans” Bret said.

Lacey took that as a challenge. The flirting and giggling took a new dimension of fun as she savored every moment of Bret’s efforts to get her back in her jeans. Eventually, despite all the wiggling, Lacey understood that Bret was not going to get the jeans on. With a strong grip on the belt line, Bret lifted Lacey off the ground and gave one strong jiggle. He watched with satisfaction as Lacey slipped into her jeans as Lacey’s surprised left her mouth wide open for Bret to steal another sensual kiss.

A solid grab of her rear had her breast firmly resting on his strong chest. The race was now on. Lacey eagerly took off for her Suburban as Bret swiftly gathered his gear to pack and put away.

With hopes of winning, Lacey once again buried the pedal into the carpeting and performed a large lazy crescent slide as she took off. Bret laughed. If only it was that simple.

Once his gear was all packed, Bret pulled out another toy from his trunk (the trunk that he would retrieve later… as it was secured to the rock below the sand). This battery pack and motor combo would work with his mountain bike to give him a bit more consistent speed back to the hotel and ensure a win. With a devilish smile, Bret took off.