Pants on Fire (3 page)

She arched her back, placing her breasts at mouth level and he eagerly began nuzzling them. She moved her hands down to his waistband, but found it too awkward to get to his zipper in her current position. She tried to pull back but his arm was like an iron band around her. Her initial instinct to fight free was quickly overpowered by wanting him to keep on teasing her breasts in just that way.

Desire was clouding over other sense and emotion and Tyler found want moving towards need. He flipped her over and around, reluctantly releasing her breast from his mouth as he maneuvered her around. She made it difficult, fighting to get her arms and body where she wanted them while he tried to stretch her out on the couch.

He was stronger and she wasn’t putting up enough fight to tell him that she actually wanted him to back off. Once she was lying on the couch he bent over her and returned his attention to her breast.

“Would you stop that for a minute,” she moaned.

He smiled and teased her nipple with his tongue.

She wiggled free and finally got her arms down. He almost protested that they were blocking him from the objects of his desire but her fingers were doing something with the waist of his pants and he was suddenly intrigued. She had his button and zipper undone almost as fast she’d removed her bra.

“That should be more comfortable,” she said.

“We could get even more comfortable.”

“We’ll just see where the afternoon takes us,” she grinned.

He leaned down and kissed the grin right off her face. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they lost themselves in their mutual passion.

The first time her cellphone rang she didn’t connect the sound to the phone and he didn’t even hear it. The second ring made her pause and he mumbled, “Ignore it.”

“What time is it?” She struggled to sit up as he kissed her jaw and neck, his hands still roaming her body. Another ring. She fought her way free only to land on the floor with a thump. The bedside clock came into focus. “Shit, I’m late.”

She rescued her cellphone from her purse, catching it one ring from voicemail. “Hi, Mom. No, I didn’t forget.” She smiled at him and accepted the offered shirt. “Yes, I know this is important to you.” She spun in a circle, giving him a full view of her half naked body in the process, but couldn’t spot her bra anywhere. She dropped to her knees, crawling with one hand and peering under the couch.

He watched for a moment and thought,
She looks hot with that pretty little ass sticking up like that.
He resisted his darker, lust driven, urges, pulled his pants back up, and started checking between the couch cushions. She spotted the plum lace under the white of his golf shirt and he regretfully and obligingly helped her slip it on as she said, “Yes Mom” and “Of course” and “You’re right” in random order over and over.

“I’m on my way, I promise. I’ll be right home.”

She yanked on her shirt and smiled at him, her eyes wandering from his face, down his chest and abs to where the little patch of dark hair disappeared under the waist band of his pants and back again.

“Did you just check me out?”

She was relieved to see he was smiling. “You’d better believe it. I’ve got a dinner at my aunt’s house tonight.”

He nodded. “That would get my mom in a knot too. You should go.”

“I don’t want to.” She sidled up close to him and kissed him.

“Tomorrow, hiking, cancel your other plans.”

“I’ll see what I can do, but you don’t know my mother.” Another quick kiss. “Thanks for the romp.”

“Anytime.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” She slipped from his arms and out of the room like fog through his fingers.

He ate dinner alone in the hotel restaurant, thinking about Megan the entire time.
I want her. I want her naked and I want to take my time exploring that sexy body. I could spend the rest of my vacation locked in that hotel room with Megan and I don’t think I’d ever get bored.

After dinner he wandered into the lounge to catch the game and nurse a beer or two. There were a half dozen other patrons in the bar with him, most of this his age or older, all focused on their beers or the game.

Around ten, after the game when the sports network was playing its highlights of the day program, a group of eighteen-to-twenty-four year olds came in to play pool. One of them put some current dance music on the jukebox and the quiet dark of the bar disappeared under the driving bass and drums.

Four girls flocked to the bar to order shots with strange names and neon coloured cocktails. He spared them a glance, noted the abundance of their make-up and scantiness of their clothes and dismissed them as just as shallow as every girl he’d dated – before Megan. Curiosity satisfied he turned back to the television and ignored their hushed conversation and their giggles.

He sensed more than he saw the blonde that scooted up onto the stool beside him and looked up, making sure to keep his face neutral. She was lovely – blonde hair teased up, stunning blue eyes, about a mile of leg and more than a handful of chest.

“I haven’t seen you here before,” she said, flashing him a smile.

“I suppose you come here all the time?” he asked dryly.

“Every weekend!” More smiles. “You wanna buy me a drink?”

Tyler finished his beer. “Nope. I’m as drunk as I plan to get tonight. I’m going up to my room.” He eased from his stool to find her hand over his wrist.

“You should stay, shoot some pool with us. It’ll be fun.” She licked her lips and her vivid red lipstick glistened invitingly.

He shook his head, pleasantly surprised that the room didn’t spin since the two beers he’d planned on drinking had turned into four.  “Sorry, pool’s not my game.”

“I could play anything you want,” she said, leaning forward to show off her ample cleavage.

She probably would,
he thought and snuck a subtle look down her shirt.
Nice, but she’s not Megan.
He smiled at the pretty blonde. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

“Come back down if you change your mind!” she called as he walked away.

***

Megan sat in one of the tacky floral print chairs in the lobby reading an outdated fashion magazine. When Tyler finally came down she glanced up at him then back at the article she was reading.

“Hi. Come here often?”

She smiled. “That is so overused.”

“Tell that to the busty blonde who tried it on me last night.”

Megan felt something very close to jealousy grab her gut and squeeze. “A very pretty, young, busty blonde with blue eyes and red lips and not enough clothes?”

“You know her?” Tyler sounded surprised.

She shook her head, eyes still turned down though she was no longer reading. “I know the type. How did you and Busty Blonde get along?”

“I turned her down flat, not my type. Are you ready for hiking?”

As quickly as the tightness in her stomach had appeared it was gone. She tossed the magazine aside and leapt to her feet, the sudden change in her demeanor obvious even to Tyler. “Absolutely, let’s go!”

She drove them a few miles south of the city and parked in a small lot with a grouping of picnic tables off to one side. Rolling grass land, scrubby trees, and fields of corn and grains stretched out around them but Tyler couldn’t take his eyes off Megan. Her legs were toned and they looked great framed between shorts and runners. And her shorts reminded him of just how cute her ass was, and suddenly all he could think about were the horrible things he could do to her. He could happily walk to the end of the world with that ass in front of him.

He realized Megan had started off down a well-worn foot path and scrambled to catch up.

“I thought you were chickening out on me,” she said.

“What? After I got all dressed up just for the occasion? Not a chance.”

Her laughter sounded even better out here in the open air. “You look good, Tyler. Casual suits you.” In her opinion it did more than suit him. He had great arms and the t-shirt clung just slightly to his muscled chest in a very appealing way. The light breeze ruffled her hair making his face look softer, warmer. Of course out here in the sun his tan glowed so maybe that was why he looked so warm and inviting. She kept walking, trying to pretend that her heart was pounding from the exercise and not from desire.

By the time they reached the top of the only hill for miles she wasn’t pretending anything and they both stopped at the top to catch their breath. Fields of half-ripe wheat and corn spread out in a patchwork blanket stitched together by tree lines and gravel roads.

“This was worth the walk,” Tyler said. He pulled his shirt off, wiped his face with it, and tucked it in his back pocket.

Megan’s breath caught in her throat but she managed to say, “It’s my favourite view,” without stuttering or blushing. She looked out over the fields again and located the Old King’s Bridge just ahead. She frowned. “I don’t like the look of that.”

He almost asked ‘what’ but caught sight of the clouds resting low on the horizon and stretching high into a no longer clear blue sky. “It’ll break this heat,” he said.

“Yeah, but there was no sign of that storm when we set out, so it’s moving fast.”

“So, no King’s Bridge?”

“You can see it from here,” she said and pointed.

The rickety foot bridge was not what he had expected. “That’s King’s Bridge?”

“What were you expecting? A marvel of modern engineering? That creek there runs through pasture land – good for watering cattle, not good if you need to move them. The farmer decided to build a bridge for his cows, but it was well known that he was hopeless with a hammer. His response to everyone’s jesting was ‘Just you wait, I’ll build a bridge fit for a king’. To his credit it was a solid bridge, not attractive or straight thought, but his neighbours called it King’s Bridge.”

“And the name stuck.”

“Stuck so hard that the village got named Kingsbridge and no one wanted to change it when we became a city.”

He gave his head a shake. “I love it. It’s …”

A distant rumble, like the sound of a truck on a gravel road, cut him short and her frown returned.

“At least downhill is easier than uphill. Let’s move it.”

To their credit they were over halfway back to the car before the first drops of rain hit them. The thunder drew closer, rolling along the fields like the low growl of some savage beast. The sky was steadily darkening and the rain, which had been slow, fat droplets, soon became sheets of fine water pellets beating down.