by the smell of lemon and ginger scones and the memories this smell is attached to - our bakery in Rivers Wilde.
Nostalgia hits with a one-two punch to my gut and my groin.
My heart starts to race, and it takes all my willpower to stop myself from grasping her by that cute chin of hers and forcing her face around to tell her who I am.
Her back is pressed to my chest, her ass to my groin and her soft thighs rest against the hard muscles of mine
“Is everyone okay? Can I get back on the road?” The driver calls.
“Everything is great.” This jovial declaration comes from the man directly across from us, who is providing a seat to her friend.
“Which building on the resort, please?” the driver asks.
“We’re going to the main hall,” Regan answers.
“Your wish is my command,” the driver says. He closes the doors and the overhead lights go off, plunging us into semi-darkness as the shuttle eases back into traffic.
“I’m so sorry for landing on you like that, I’m not used to wearing flat shoes and I’ve been tripping since I put these on,” she says.
“It’s okay,” I say but it comes out like a groan because I can feel my body starting to respond to hers. I shift my hips back to hide my hardening dick but find that I’m as far back as the seat will allow.
She shimmies and mutters to herself, starts to lift her leg and stops suddenly, groaning under her breath.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
“Yes. God, this is ridiculous,” she mutters, without turning back to look at me. She rests one hand on the small plexiglass shield between the driver and us. The thin gold band on her ring finger draws my eye.
“My ankle bracelet is caught on the lace of your shoes.”
She bends over, pushing her soft ass even deeper into my groin and my dick does the unforgivable and starts to get hard. She’s moving back and forth, and even though I know she doesn’t mean to, it’s like giving me a lap dance.
Her fingers flex on the plexiglass, and I imagine that hand on my headboard, her hair pushed aside so I can see her back while I drive into her soft, wet, heat. Lemon must be an aphrodisiac. It has to be. I’ve got more self-control than this.“Almost… got it…” she croons shifts her weight back.
I push my hips far back as they’ll go, but I can’t do anything to stop her from feeling the heavy hard length between my thighs.
She stiffens and I stop breathing, braced for her to turn around and slap me.
I lean in to speak close to her ear to avoid the possibility of anyone hearing me. “It’ll go away if you stop moving,”
Then, to my mortification, I realize I’m still holding her hips in a tight grasp, essentially holding her in place. I let go, abruptly. But instead of sitting still or moving away, she rolls hips
My sharp exhale of breath disturbs a lock of her dark loosely spiraling hair on her shoulder and a shiver, subtle and short, runs through her.
I glance at Carol. She’s turned away, talking to her husband.
I look back at the unexpected seductress on my lap and then roll my hips up, just slightly, too. I move my hand slowly inch by inch until it’s back on her hip and dig my thumb into the soft flesh there.
Her body relaxes against me and she moves her hips in a seductive circle that brings the head of my dick in contact with her pliant but stiff clit. But for the subtle rocking of her pelvis she doesn’t move.
I don’t either. I close my eyes, let my head loll back to the window while the gently swaying vehicle sets a slow rhythm.
“So, where are you from, dear?” Carol asks and I freeze.
But Regan doesn’t. “Texas,” she says, her voice a little breathless but otherwise, normal.
“Oh, that’s nice. We’re from Oklahoma. We come here every year. It’s gorgeous, but you have to be careful in that surf. If you get too far in…” Carol warns in a grave voice.
“You mean, at the resort?” Regan asks in a voice that is slightly breathless but otherwise normal.
“Yes, dear, we heard the most awful story on our first day here…” Carol starts to drone on.
I ease a hand off Regan’s hip to tap my AirPods on. Just My Imagination by the Temptations starts to play. I chuckle to myself. She used to sing