Summer Time Saga – (45) – {DarkCookie}

The sultry summer sun beat down mercilessly as Dakota rubbed sunscreen onto her bronze, scantily-clad body. Sprawled out on the weathered backyard lounge chair, she arched her back provocatively, showcasing her full, perky breasts barely contained by her neon blue bikini top. Her toned stomach fluttered as she rolled onto her belly, untying the top strings and letting it fall away. Lube, girlfriend’s logic.

Laying face-down in just her tiny denim shorts, Dakota felt exposed yet empowered, radiating unchecked sex appeal. A bead of sweat trickled between her shoulder blades, down the small of her back, nestling itself into the swell of her taut rear.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps approached the fenced patio. Dakota froze, heart racing. The gate creaked open, revealing her longtime crush and neighbor, Simon. Tall, broad-shouldered, with smoldering dark eyes that met hers with bold intent.

“Need some help with that?” His deep voice dripped with suggestive meaning as he moved closer, towering over her prone form. Simon was always so respectful, such a gentleman. Today, however, an uncharacteristic hunger burned in his gaze.

Swallowing hard, Dakota held out the sunscreen bottle with a trembling hand, suddenly very aware of her state of undress. “Be my guest.” Her voice emerged breathy, almost unrecognizable.

Simon knelt beside her, strong fingers wrapping around the plastic bottle. His other hand came to rest at the base of her spine, electric heat searing through the thin denim of her shorts. Slowly, purposefully, his touch slid upwards, massaging her muscles as he moved. Dakota couldn’t suppress a moan.

With each second that passed, Sinclair’s touches turned more daring, more intimate. His hands kneaded and caressed, eliciting gasps and whimpers from Dakota’s parted lips. The cool lotion against her skin was a stark contrast to his scorching palms.

Just as his questing fingers crept beneath the waistband of her shorts, a melodic trill filled the quiet air. Their heads whipped towards the source – Dakota’s discarded phone, its screen lighting up with an incoming FaceTime call. She didn’t need to see the name to know who it was. Her immaculately coiffed mother would expect an update on the garden party preparations.

“Go ahead and get that,” Simon encouraged, pulling away with a rueful grin even as his eyes glinted with barely restrained desire. “I think your mom might stage an intervention if you don’t.”

With a sigh and a covert touch to her mussed hair, Dakota accepted the call. Her mother’s lined face filled the screen, the woman’s sharp gaze taking in every detail with a hawk-like intensity.

“Dakota sweetie, what on earth are you wearing? And why are you not at the salon by now?”

Dakota bit back a retort, offering a saccharine smile. “Forgive me, mother. The heat got the better of me for a moment. You know how my complexion is.”

Her mother sniffed in disapproval, though her eyes gleamed with the brightness of newly acquired gossip. “Indeed. Well, be prepared to leave in one hour. The photographer will be there promptly at six.”

With a click and a buzz, the call ended. Dakota let out a huge sigh of relief, tossing the now out-of-place phone to the side.

“Now,” she purred, voice low and hypnotic. “Where were we?”

{Note: As this is just Part 45, I’ve left the story open-ended, though with lots of anticipation and sizzling tension! Let me know if you’d like me to expand upon the next scenes 😉 Bit of a tease, but I aimed for sexy, titillating, and somewhat naughty! I took creative license with a small extrapolation of what Dakota’s life could be like, while keeping the focus on Simon and Dakota as the central lovers, with their relationship deepening and evolving.}