“Please tell me I didn’t just dream that?” she asks with wide eyes.
“Why, have you had that kind of dream before?” I watch as her cheeks go an even brighter pink than they already are. “Oh my God, you have. Please tell.”
She shoves her head into the crook of my neck and shakes her head, completely embarrassed. I remove my fingers from her and push her up by her shoulders. “Molly, don’t be embarrassed; it’s just me. You’ve caught me in the middle of a pretty exciting dream about you before. It’s only fair I know about yours.” She narrows her eyes at me, clearly thinking about what I’m talking about. Suddenly her eyes go wide, telling me she remembers.
“The morning we went to IKEA!” she whispers. “What were you dreaming?”
“Okay, so do you remember you came home that evening, looking seriously sexy with your new hair and clothes?” She nods at me. “Well, let’s just say I woke up just as I was about to pull your bra away from these amazing tits.” She sucks in a breath and puts her hand over her mouth to try to cover her laugh. “Someone woke me up by shouting my name just as I was about to look down!”
“You were looking pretty sexy yourself that day when I walked in, if I remember rightly. You were shirtless and slightly sweaty from moving boxes upstairs all day. I can’t say all my thoughts were totally innocent when I saw you.”
“I remember the way you looked at me. It was so hard not just to grab you and push you up against the wall. So I’ve told you, it’s your turn to spill now.”
“Really?” she groans.
“Really. Out with it, Miss Molly.”
“Fine, okay. You remember the morning at the beach hut when I woke you up screaming and you thought I was being murdered in my sleep?” I feel my jaw drop open as realisation hits me.
“Holy shit, Molly. You woke up having an orgasm and I thought you were being killed. Why didn’t I realise?”
“I don’t know, I thought it was pretty obvious but clearly not to you. Maybe you were still half asleep or something.”
“What were you dreaming about?”
“Well let’s just say our game of Twister didn’t exactly end the way it did in real life. I didn’t drop to the floor when you were hovering on top of me to end the game, I stayed put and well, one thing let to another until I was screaming!”
“Fuck, that is so hot, Molly. I can’t believe I didn’t realise. Well, I can guarantee from now on if you wake up screaming it won’t be dream. I will actually be doing it!”
“Good to know.”
Molly
I get woken up the next morning by having a large box placed on my stomach. I prop myself up on my elbows and look between the box and Ryan, who is perched on the edge of the bed, anxiously waiting for me to open it.
“Why do you look nervous about this one?”
“It’s just different. I’m not sure if it’s something you’ve ever done before, or want to do.”
“Okay, interesting.” I pull on the tails of the big bow tied around the box before cautiously lifting the lid and looking in. On the top is a thick knitted bobble hat. I pull it out and look at Ryan curiously.
“Keep going,” he says, nodding towards the box.
By the time all the items are out, I’m pretty sure I know what we are doing today. Lying across the bed now is a pair of walking boots, in my size, some thick walking socks, a scarf to match the hat, and some gloves.
“Going hiking, are we?” I ask, looking over at Ryan.
“Yeah, I thought it would be fun. We won’t if you’re not up for it though.”
“Of course I’m up for it. I can’t map read for shit though, so you’re gonna have to do that bit. I’ll just do as I’m told!”
“No problem. I’ve helped the kids at school out with their Duke of Edinburgh expeditions; it can’t be that hard. I’ll go make us breakfast, then we can head out. It’s nice and sunny out so it should be fun.”
Hiking isn’t something I would choose to do myself, but seeing how excited Ryan is about it makes me think it could be fun. He’s obviously done it before.
Once we are both stuffed full with Ryan’s fry-up, we wrap up warm, tie up our boots and head out. It might be sunny out, but it is bloody freezing.
“So, the guys that own this place left some maps in the welcome pack,” he says, waving one in my face. “This one is five miles so should take us two hours at the most.” Five miles sounded like a long way to me, but two hours of walking sounds doable. We walk around all day, after all. I watch as Ryan studies the map and decides which direction we should be heading before falling into step next to him.
“Ryan?”
“Yes, gorgeous?”
“You do know we’ve been walking for two and a half hours, right?”
“Yeah, I guess we’ve been going slower than I thought we would. According to the map, we should be nearly back now.” I look over at him once again studying that map, but unlike earlier I have absolutely no confidence that he has any clue what he’s doing. I’m sure we are walking round in circles. “I hope you’re right, because I’m dying for a wee and I’ve got blisters.”
“Of course I’m right. Come on, keep going,” he says, linking his arm around me and pulling me forward.
“Molly, come on, get up. We will never find our way back if you just sit down,” Ryan says grumpily when he turns around to see where I’ve got to and finds me sat on the ground.
“I know that, smartarse, but we have been walking for nearly four hours. I have had to resort to weeing in a bush while God-knows-what bit my arse, and my blisters have blisters. I just want to sit down for a few minutes. Maybe it will give you time to figure out how to read a fucking map and get us out of this forest before it gets dark.” Yes, I know I sound like a whiny bitch, but I’m exhausted, sweating even though it’s like minus ten out here, and I’m dying of thirst. And don’t even get me started on my feet; I’m sure they are never going to fit in my pretty little heels again.
“Don’t get moody with me; it’s not my fault the map is wrong.”
“Ha, yes, because that is the problem here. It’s all the map’s fault!”
“Fine, blame it all on me. How about you try to figure it out?” he says, shoving the map under my nose.
“I told you before we left I couldn’t map read. It’s a shame you didn’t realise you couldn’t either. I knew we should have just done the walk marked with the little coloured posts that’s designed for kids.”
“Your attitude isn’t going to get us out of here. So suck it up and help me figure it out, please.”
I grumble to myself before heaving my aching body off the frozen ground to go and peer at the map, which is hardly even legible after the little surprise rain shower we had earlier that made life just that little bit better!
“Ryan, you can’t even see the track clearly now all the ink has run. You might as well not bother looking it. Let’s just keep going; it won’t be long before the sun starts going down. We need to get out of here.” Ryan screws the map up and shoves it in his pocket before catching up with me where I have started hobbling my way down the track we are on.
“Look over there - headlights. It must be a road. Come on,” I say, grabbing Ryan’s hand and practically running in the direction I just saw movement. We have been walking for just over five hours now. The sun has just gone down and it is drizzling. All I want is a hot bath and a bottle of wine, or two. I never want to step foot in a forest ever again. I’m just about to start making my way up the small hill to where I think the road is when I come to an abrupt stop. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!” I squeal.
“What’s wron… oh!” Ryan says when he comes to a stop next to me in front of the rather large stream. “Um, I’ll jump across, then I’ll catch you when you jump,” he says sceptically.
“You think I can jump that with my little legs?”
“We haven’t got much choice really, have we?”
With that said, he backs up a couple of steps before launch
ing himself across the stream and just makes it to the other side. He looks up at me encouragingly. “Your turn,” I walk back a little, muttering about my hatred of hiking and forests and anything that is related to the two, before I run a couple of steps, shut my eyes and hope and pray I make it to the other side. I feel my leading foot hit something before I feel Ryan’s arms come around me. I open my eyes and look up to him. He’s laughing at me but I don’t care, because I’m not on my arse in the freezing cold stream.
“You caught me,” I say, smiling at him.
“I’ll always catch you, gorgeous,” he says, before kissing my forehead. “Come on, let’s find that road.”
We walk for a few more minutes before we step foot on the first bit of tarmac we have seen for hours. I can’t help but sigh in relief, knowing that this road will somehow join up to one we want. When I look up, I can’t believe my eyes.
“Oh my God, is that the farmhouse?” Ryan appears from the trees behind me and looks in the direction I’m pointing.
“Oh, thank fuck for that. I was beginning to think we’d be stuck in the forest forever.”
“I knew you believed me and were lying about it all being fine,” I say, as we start marching in the direction of our cabin. In only a matter of minutes, Ryan is unlocking the door and I am pushing past him to go lie face-down on the bed. After a few minutes, I hear him crashing around in the kitchen, then I hear the kettle click. Oh, a cup of tea may go some way to making me feel normal again. It’s not long before I hear his footsteps getting closer. I still haven’t moved from my face-down position.
“Molly?” I hear him laugh behind me.
“Go away, I’m dying!” I grumble back at him.
“I’ve brought you a cup of tea. Roll over.” I just shake my head at him. This doesn’t deter him though, because I soon feel his hands on my waist and he his flipping me over himself. I groan at how my muscles pull with the movement. I know he’s looking down at me, I can feel his stare, but I refuse to open my eyes. I hear him sigh before he moves and walks out of the room. I worry that I might have pissed him off, but then I hear the bath running and I can’t help but smile.
“I thought that might cheer you up,” he says when he comes back in and sees the smile on my face. “Now, let’s get you out of these wet clothes. You’re soaking the bed,” he goes to my feet and undoes my boots before gently pulling them off my very sore feet. I hiss through my teeth when he pulls them off. “Shit, sorry gorgeous,” he then carefully pulls the walking socks off me, but they feel like they have fused to my skin when he moves them off my blisters. “Bloody hell, no wonder you were complaining,” he says when he has both my feet naked. “Your blisters really do have blisters.”
“I know, I wasn’t lying!” I watch as he stands up and pulls my leggings down my legs, being careful of my feet as he passes. He then grabs my hands and pulls me so that I am sitting and sets about removing my coat, hoodie and t-shirt. When I’m left in just my underwear, he stands back and has a good look.
“You look fucking hot.”
“Shut up. I’m sweaty, my hair is frizzy from the rain, and my feet are about to fall off, I’m sure. There isn’t an inch of my body that is looking hot right now.”
“You clearly aren’t seeing what I’m seeing then, because I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more perfect.” Ryan is stood looking back at me in his jogging bottoms and a t-shirt. He must have removed everything else when he was in the kitchen making drinks.
“You’re right. What I’m seeing is my boyfriend, who just got me lost in a forest for hours, stood in front of me with way too many clothes on.” I watch his eyes run the length of my body once more before he reaches behind him and pulls his t-shirt over his head and drops it on the floor, before pushing his joggers from his hips and stepping out of them. He crawls onto the bed between my legs, before placing his hands on my waist and lifting me higher so I’m resting back against the headboard. He leans over and grabs my mug of tea before handing it to me.
“Drink this, then we are having a bath.” He quickly scoots off the bed and walks towards the bathroom. I can’t help but watch his perfect arse walk away. “I know you’re staring,” he says, before looking over his shoulder and giving me a cheeky smile. I just shrug at him. I love his body; there is no way I’ll stop looking at it.
Once he has the bath ready, he returns to our room to drink his coffee with me.
“Right, gorgeous girl, bath time.” He puts his mug down before leaning forward to kiss me, which I gladly return. During the kiss, he reaches behind me and undoes my bra in one swift move and pulls it away from my body, before dropping it on the bed. He trails kisses down my neck and across my breasts, sucking my nipples into his mouth when he reaches them. He continues kissing down my body until he is at the bottom of the bed. He then reaches up and curls his fingers around the sides of my knickers and gently pulls them down my legs, before letting them drop on the floor. He places his hands behind my knees and, to my surprise, he suddenly pulls me down the bed until he can grab onto my arse and lift me so I can wrap my legs around his waist and hold onto his neck. I take the opportunity to nibble on the skin below his ear and enjoy the feel of the goose bumps against my lips it causes. I love that my simple touch affects him as much as his does to me. When we are in front of the bath, he looks down at me and smiles.
“What?”
“I’m still wearing too many clothes.”
“Put me on my feet and I’ll take them off for you,” I whisper in his ear. He slowly lowers me down. I continue my descent, kissing down his chest, then follow the waistband of his boxers when I get to them. I grip on to the elastic and pull them down his legs, releasing his hard dick. I look up at him to see his eyes simmering as he stares down at me on my knees in front of him. I take him in my hand, then slowly take him into my mouth. I give him one long, hard suck, before standing back up and smiling at him.
“Fucking tease,” he mutters, before grabbing me around the waist and lowering us both into the hot bubbly water. My blisters sting like a bitch for a few seconds but it soon eases. We get ourselves comfortable with me lying between Ryan’s legs and my back against his chest. When I say comfortable, I mean as comfortable as I can be with his cock poking in my back!
We lie in silence for quite a while, just enjoying the warmth of the water and each other, along with the scent the candles he lit are giving off. I’m just starting to doze off when he speaks.
“I had a message on my phone when we got back from Will, telling me to meet him and the guys at the strip club for drinks on Thursday night for my birthday. I’d rather just spend it with you though if I’m honest, so I’ve decided I’m going to text him back, telling him I’ve already got plans.” I’m suddenly really glad I have my back to him, because he would be able to see right through me if we were having this conversation face to face.
“Don’t be silly Ry; go out and have fun. I’ve booked you in for all the weekend. One night apart won’t hurt.”
“It’s not just being away from you, though. Why would I want to go to watch half-naked women dancing when I’ve got the sexiest woman on the planet at home waiting for me?”
“You’re going to have a laugh with your mates, not to look at strippers. Well, I hope so anyway,” I say, laughing. I know how much Ryan hates being forced to watch them dance. “Plus, I’ll be waiting for you naked in our bed when you get home.”
“Hmmm, that does make it sound more appealing.”
Chapter Six
Ryan
It’s now the afternoon of our last day here. After our bath last night, I found an Indian takeaway leaflet in the welcome pack and we ordered ourselves enough food to feed a small family for a week. After walking for so long we were hungry, but our eyes were definitely bigger then our bellies. We lazed around in front of the TV but ended up going to bed pretty early; we were both exhausted from our excursion. I’m fairly sure Molly will never let me forget about my diabolical map reading ski
lls any time soon. Even though we went to sleep early, we still woke up late this morning and spent until lunchtime cuddled together and rolling around under the duvet. I love having Molly make me come with her hand, and especially her mouth, but I can’t help the desire to bury myself in her growing everyday. I promised her I would wait and I will, but it’s all I can think about. I’m even dreaming about how hot and tight she will be when I slide myself inside her, about how it will feel when she is coming around me. Shit, even thinking about it for the briefest of seconds makes me hard.
We eventually got up and had sandwiches for lunch before jumping in the hot tub and chilling out some more. I haven’t told Molly yet but I have booked us a table at a restaurant in a local village tonight, so we are going to have to get out soon and get ready. Although, having spent all day looking at her naked body, I am having second thoughts about letting her get dressed. I’ve booked a taxi for seven so we could both have a drink, which I’m glad I did because we started boozing as soon as the lid came off the hot tub a couple of hours ago. I lean over to grab her hips and pull her over onto my lap.
“Hey,” she says, smiling up at me. I’m thinking she’s had one glass of wine too many already. I need to get some water in her before we leave.
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