Wicked Temptation

[Miltone]

A Closed Thread for Destiny and Yours Truly …

Ron Myers

“So Ronnie, what do you think?” John Boy asked me as he pulled the car cover off his latest acquisition.

As the fleece-lined blue cloth slipped free of the supple curves of his vintage Jag E-Type, I let out a low whistle. The bright red paint was immaculate and the impact of seeing the curvy red sports car struck a deep chord inside me.

“Man, that is gorgeous,” I remarked. “Simply gorgeous!”

John Boy was my best friend, the best buddy a guy could have. He was such a good friend that I couldn’t really remember exactly why I called him John Boy—I knew it wasn’t because of the Walton’s or any of that stuff. Maybe it was because we had known each other since we were kids, or maybe because he was younger than me by nearly a year. But whatever the reason we were buddies and had shared the best and worst of our lives.

We had gone to school together and served in the Army together. We had each been best man at each other’s wedding. When my marriage failed, he was the one who stood by me and supported me through it all. And now that I was back on my feet and circulating again, our mutual love of old cars was stronger than ever. Though my tastes ran toward Classic era Packard’s and Cadillac’s, his poison was sports cars—British sports cars mostly. But just as I had driven him to his wedding years ago in my old ’48 Caddy limousine, each time he ran across a fine old MG, Jag or Bentley, he gladly shared the experience with me.

And now we were standing in his garage admiring his early series E-Type. There was a sensual—almost sexual—feel to the curves of the fenders, front and rear. When he started it up, the rasp of the exhaust spoke of nothing but sex and excitement. And when he let me slip behind the wheel and take it out for a spin, I pushed the stiff stick through the gears and felt the overhead-valve engine take me where I wanted to be. Though I didn’t want to pull it back up in his garage and shut it off, I did so and found myself slipping out from behind the leather-wrapped wheel with a big old grin on my face.

“Man, that is the most fun I’ve had with my clothes on in years!” I remarked with a laugh.

“Well, how about a cold one?” John Boy suggested. “I’ve got some fresh Heinies or could mix a Manny on the rocks for ya.”

“Actually a beer would be fine on a hot day like this,” I remarked. “That would hit the spot.”

I followed him inside and into the kitchen and watched as he pulled a couple of green bottles from the fridge. As we took a seat at the counter and pulled on the cold dark brew, John Boy related the latest story about his kitchen remodel. It had been one screw-up after the other, but they were all entertaining, especially the way he told it, I nodded and listened and laughed. Just as he was detailing the latest debacle concerning the granite countertop, I caught a glimpse of a shadow moving into the kitchen out of the corner of my eye.

It was John Boy’s daughter, Tracey, heading toward the fridge. I hardly recognized her. I remembered a skinny little girl playing dolls with my own daughter at Christmas years before, but as she strolled into the kitchen in her short little shorts and a clingy, skimpy little top, my eyes widened. A lot. She looked so much like her mother at that age, flawless creamy skin, mid five foot tall and slender, and luxurious blonde hair with just a hint of red highlights. When she turned toward me and flashed her bright sky blue eyes, I knew my jaw dropped and I could do nothing to help it. Her full pouty lips curled into a smile when she saw me. My god, what had happened between her high school graduation a year before and now? More than just a year of college, I thought to myself.

She pulled open the fridge and looked inside as if looking over each item and deciding whether she wanted to eat it or not. The rush of cold air certainly had an effect on her body as her nipples began to stiffen and protrude through the thin top clinging to her body. Was she deliberately arching her back to make her firm little breasts jut out like that, or was it my terminally horny old man state of mind? I tried to look down at my beer, but found my eyes shooting back up to gaze at Tracey and feeling a warmth grow in my loins. I smiled and shook my head. That girl is gonna break some hearts before she is through, I thought.

“Hey, Honey,” John Boy called out. “Soda’s in the fridge downstairs.”

“I’m hungry, Father, not thirsty,” she replied, pertly twisting her trim and athletic body toward us.

Pulling out some fresh strawberries and cream, she carried them over to the sink and began to prepare them. As John Boy went on about his kitchen project, I paid attention partly to him, but most of it to her. My, god, has she grown up, I thought, and couldn’t help but watch as she washed off the berries and began to dip them in the cream. She raised one up to her lips for a taste. I could have sworn that she looked right over at me when she bit into it. Her pink little tongue darted out to lick the cream from her lips. Then she smiled right at me—there was no mistaking it that time. She lowered her head a bit and let her big light blue eyes shine directly at me.

“So, Ronnie, what do you think?”

“Beautiful,” I replied vacantly. “Just beautiful.”

“I mean the kitchen,” John Boy said. “What do you think?”

“Oh, yeah,” I remarked snapping out of it, a tough job seeing that Tracey was looking directly at me and licking her lips. “Looks great. You’ve done a nice job.”

As John proudly leaned back on his stool, I couldn’t take my eyes away from Tracey as she gazed right at me and raised another cream covered strawberry to her full lips.

 

[Destiny]

She stood in the doorway of the refrigerator and bent over as she began to rummage around in the contents. She heard her dad out on the porch talking to someone and looked up and saw one of his friends that he had known for years. He was close to her dad's age but he didn't look it. She smiled at him and then went back to rummaging around in the fridge once more.

"The soda's are in the downstairs fridge," her dad had called out.

"I am not thirsty dad, I am hungry." Tracey called out and then found something to snack on, grabbing out a bowl of strawberries and the cream she closed the fridge door with her hip and then went over to the sink. She had a good view out to the porch and she began washing the berries and listen to her dad drone on about his kitchen.

Her hair had fallen across her face and she lifted a finger up to slide it along her cheek and brush the lock of hair from her eyes, as she did so she looked up and found that her dad's friend was still looking at her barely paying attention to her dad. She smiled again and took a strawberry up and slid it along the cream. She could feel his eyes heated with lust gazing at her as she brought the berry to her lips and sunk her teeth into the fleshy fruit. A drop of the red juice slid along her lips and to her chin and she slid her tongue out to catch the errant drop of juice as she continued to look into his eyes now. But his eyes weren't on her own, they were on her tongue and lips as she an her pink tongue along her flesh licking the cream from her full red lips.

She giggled when her dad stopped talking and tried to grab his friends attention. Never realizing that he had been staring at his best friend's daughter the whole time.

Finishing off three more berries she continued to watch him as she played with the food enough to let him see her tongue in action. She giggled as she saw him shift in his chair with all the licking she was doing. That brought her dad's attention back to her,"Tracey you remember Ron, right?"

Tracey finished off the berry and slowly walked fully out onto the porch. She was not too tall about 5'5" With her hair pulled back into a small ponytail. Her eyes looked form her father to his Friend,"Hello Mr. Myers. How are you today?" She barely waited for an answer as she looked back to her dad."Hey dad me and some of the gang are going down to the lake tonight. Can I take the 'vette? Please?" It will look great with this outfit I have."

"Alright Trace, but no hot rodding and only you and your girlfriend Suzie can be in the car." She squealed in delight and hugged her father tightly almost sending him over as she latched onto him. As she moved her top rose to just below her breasts and it can be seen she wasn't wearing a bra. She released her father and then extended her hand to the man her father called friend."It was nice seeing you again Mr. Myers."

 

[Miltone]

“Um … nice … uh … seeing you too … um, Tracey,” I said stumbling over my words as I took her warm soft little hand into mine. Part of me wanted to make a comment about how grown up she had become, how pretty and sexy she was, but with her father—my best friend—beside me I could only look at her longingly, knowing that my eyes were probably telling her everything.

I couldn’t peel my eyes away from her; the way her skimpy little white top clung to her body revealingly, the way her shorts showed off her long shapely legs, the way a few errant strands of her hair had broken free of her hair tie and framed her pretty face.

Maybe her hand rested in mine a little longer than it should have, maybe the way she touched me was entirely innocent, maybe the girlish twinkle in her eye was simply the exuberance of youth, but something told me that there was more, something very grown-up and womanly in her manner and her actions toward me.

When Tracey slowly withdrew her hand I settled back onto the stool and took a deep drink of my beer. We both watched as she walked away, her heart-shaped little ass swaying seductively. Then I heard John-Boy chuckle.

“Kids!” he said with a laugh. “One day they’re playing with dolls and the next day they want to borrow one of your toys.”

“I think my Stephanie knows better than to ask,” I laughed aloud. “Besides my old Packards and Caddies don’t have the same sex appeal as your sports cars do.”

“Don’t know about that,” he remarked. “Your convertible out there is pretty sweet, Ronnie.”

“Thanks, man, but to a college girl?” I chuckled.

We talked about some upcoming classic car events as we finished our beers and wandered back outside. I stood beside the driver’s door of my Caribbean convertible and was ready to hop in when I heard the sound of John-Boy’s Vette start up and rumble out of the garage. Tracey was very careful as she backed down the driveway, but when the tires chirped as she pulled away, her blonde hair swishing in the breeze, I laughed.

“That looks like trouble on the way to happen!” I called over to him as I slipped behind the wheel of my old Packard.

“Better not be!” John-Boy said, shaking his head and turning away. “I can’t look!”

The healthy V-8 engine purred to life and I punched the transmission pushbutton into reverse and backed down. As I waved to John-Boy and pulled away, the errant thought crossed my mind that maybe I should take the longer scenic route that lead near the lake. But when I saw a little red Corvette pull out ahead of me I thought better of it … until that is, I pulled up beside the Vette and spotted Tracey and her friend bopping along to a favorite tune while they waited for the light to change.

OCC: Below is a photo of Ronnie's Packard Caribbean.

 

[Destiny]

While walking away she glimpsed his eyes trailing her as she walked away in the mirror in the dining room. Tracey moved slowly then once out of sight she sprinted up the stairs and headed to her room. there she debated over what to wear to the lake tonight.

Finally decided on a skort, they had a slight skirt to the long shorts and would draw the eyes to her rounded ass. She loved the way it came to just the bottom of her cheeks. The shorts themselves could have been band aids for all they were that long. then she decided on a short tube top with a black oxford tied up along her waist. She put her hair up in some combs and then took it down, three or four times finally she decided it looked good down and then she grabbed up her sandals and her bag and bobbed down the stairs.

Her dad and his friend were gone from the porch as she headed to the key board and then to the 'vette. It was a dark cherry red and she loved the way it zipped down the street and it looked good with her nails too. Folding back the top she slowly eased it down the drive and then saw her dad and his friend saying their goodbyes, once in the street she dropped the gear and chirped the tires as she stepped off the clutch. Laughing aloud and waving her hand as she went she knew her dad trusted her.

Suzie's house was at the end of the street she she stopped and let her into the car and they turned up the radio and began the drive up to the lake. As she pulled to a stop at a light she looked to the side and saw her dad's friend and she smiled. Leaning on the edge of the door she licked her lips and winked,"hey Mr. Myers, wanna race?" She was teasing him as she leaned on the door and waited for him to warn her he would tell her dad.

 

[Miltone]

“Hey, Mr. Myers! Ya wanna race?”

I looked over at the sweet and sexy face sitting behind the wheel of the Vette. In the matter of a minute’s time I remembered the day John-Boy had brought this automotive beauty home, the dark cherry paint perfect, the chrome accents gleaming, the optional tan leather interior supple and inviting. How we had taken it for several long exhilarating drives. And now here I was sitting at a stoplight glancing over at his college-aged daughter, leaning on the edge of the door, flirting—yes, she was flirting however playfully—with me.

We waited at the red light, the small block Chevy engine in the Vette revving high, my throaty Packard rumbling in its dignified dual quad way. There was no way that my heavy luxury convertible could run a drag race with the sleek little sports car beside me. Yet, as I glanced over at her exuberant beguiling grin, I began to think about what lay beyond this little challenge. What was there in the gleam of her eye that tempted me? She was my own daughter’s age for Christ’s sake! But the way she licked her succulent lips and the way her heavy lidded blue eyes glanced over at me said things that my heart could only dream about. With a smooth confident glance, I smiled back at Tracey.

“All right, Baby! Winner takes all!”

For a moment a serious look crossed her face. Suddenly, we weren’t a generation apart in age, we were equals. Then she tossed her pretty head back and laughed heartily, a luscious womanly laugh that told me that she wasn’t a little girl any more. I felt the accelerator pedal throbbing against my foot as I glanced back in her direction.

“You’re on, Mr. Myers!” she called out before turning to look up at the stoplight.

I heard her friend giggle wildly as I looked back to the light myself. This is crazy! This is fucking crazy! But I loved it! Never since my divorce had I felt so open and free and excited. I knew that this was John-Boy’s daughter out driving one of his favorite cars but somehow that was all fading in the excitement of the moment. My mind shot back years before to the time when John and I would cruise Woodward in our souped-up Chevvies, looking for girls and someone who could buy us some beer. I remembered how often we had cranked up to a stoplight and raced away the night endlessly and rarely hit the really big score. But somehow that didn’t matter now. All that mattered was the throbbing accelerator beneath my right foot and the seductive laugh floating over from the other car. No, it wasn’t a laugh … it was a giggle, a sexy, girlish seductive giggle, and I was determined to win.

While the stoplight kept red, I held the brake pedal down and pressed the L2 pushbutton. The tightly rebuilt 374 Packard V-8 began to rumble and strain against the brakes as I pushed down slowly on the accelerator. I could hear Tracey revving the Vette. What the hell! What the fuck! This was fun and I wasn’t going to miss a moment of it!

When the light turned green, my right foot tromped on the accelerator while my left foot slipped off the brake. Both sets of rear tires screeched as we shot away from the light. The Vette jumped out a half car length ahead while I held the pedal down to the floorboard as the Packard quickly wound out and shifted into second gear. My hand found the pushbutton and waited until the last high RPM was wrung out before shifting into high. It was all up to the laws of physics now. There was no technique in play, no emotion. The slight advantage of cubic inches and horsepower that I had now came into play as the Packard nosed ahead of the Vette.

We pulled even and then the Packard pushed ahead. Tracey reached for fourth gear but the Packard was a full length ahead and pulling away. There is no replacement for displacement! I shouted to myself as we screamed toward the next red light and sanity finally caught up with us. As we fell into line behind the traffic ahead of us, Tracey caught up with me and I pointed over toward the side of the road and she nodded. We turned into the parking lot of a convenience store and pulled to a stop side by side. I got out of the Packard and strode around to the driver’s side of the Vette. Both faces looked up at me expectantly.

“Sooo,” I said slowly, leaning against the side of my trusty old ride. “Winner takes all.”

Tracey looked up at me, for a moment apprehensively, her face flushed with equal parts of surprise and excitement. But then a smile curled her lips.

“So what do you want?” she asked, her voice sounding young and innocent, but feeling to my ears worldly and womanly. “The car? My friend? Me?”

I laughed aloud. “You know that in the old days there was a rule among street racers of the opposite sex.”

“Oh, yeah?” Tracey replied, no longer apprehensive, but sounding definitely confident and sexual.

“Yeah!” I said, stepping up, away from the Packard and thrusting my thumbs down into the pockets of my jeans as I stood beside the Vette. “Used to go, ‘You beat me, you eat me,’ or something like that.”

The girls exchanged a telling glance. Then Tracey looked back up to me. Did she actually squirm in her bucket seat or was that my imagination? Her arms rested on the steering wheel. In the glare of the lights from the convenience store I could see the perfect curves of her body on display. Damn! This is crazy! What would John think if he knew I was here leering at his baby daughter? Without a flinch or a blink of her gorgeous eyes, Tracey looked up at me.

“So since you ‘beat’ me, does that mean you ‘eat’ me?”

Her eyes looked deeply into mine.

“Rules of the road, being what they are …” I replied. Then I smiled down at her, hoping that my grin wasn’t too devilish. “But seeing that I know your family and all, I might be willing to settle for something less … um, demanding.”

“Like what?”

“Like we meet out here tomorrow night, same time, same place, but maybe …” I said, leaning over to rest my arms on the sill of her car door. Our faces were now mere inches apart; our eyes were locked together. “Maybe we make it just you and me.” For some reason I leaned forward and kissed her. It wasn't a deep wet kiss of longtime lovers, but it wasn't a fatherly peck on the lips either. Maybe the act surprised her and caught her unaware, but I do know that she kissed me back. When our kiss broke, I smiled. “So tomorrow night?”

 

[Destiny]

I hadn't really expected him to win, but then I didn't know as much as my father did about cars. It was fun and exhilarating none the less. I moved into the he parking lot he indicate and when he came around and began to talk to us, I was a bit surprised by the way the conversation was going. He wasn't berating me or yelling at me, in fact he was outright flirting with me.

I felt older more sophisticated then I was, here was a man I had known since I was a little girl. Whom I had had a secret crush on for years talking to me as if I were his equal. A blush stole along my cheeks as I thought of him eating me out and I squirmed slightly in my seat as I looked up at him.

He then moved closer and spoke directly to me and I was feeling flushed and excited and completely off kilter by him being so close. When he kissed me I was shocked at first and then pressed into the kiss and even suckled his lower lips slightly as the kiss ended and he spoke softly.

So tomorrow night?”

I nodded my head and swallowed as I whispered back barely aware I was whispering until I cleared my throat and repeated myself,"Alright same time and place tomorrow night."

I watched him rise to his feet and step back from the car," be careful and remember we have a date." I nodded and started the car and back it up. "Oh my gawd, I have a date with my father's best friend." Suzie looked at me shocked and shook her head,"What are you going to do?" I shrugged and continued the drive to the Lake,"Go shopping, I can't wear what I would normally wear." We both began to giggle as I reached the road that would lead us up to the lake.

 

[Miltone]

I watched as the girls pulled away, the tires on the Vette chirping as Tracey hit some gravel on the blacktop. Fuck?! Did I realize what I had just done? I’m normally a pretty smart and laid-back kind of guy who leaves risk taking for day-traders and animal trainers. So what was there about little Tracey that made me act this way and take this kind of chance? Was it the way she had grown up into such a beauty and looked so womanly and sexy? Was it the way she had been checking me out? Was it something else that I didn’t recognize or comprehend?

I laughed at myself. Hey! Why shouldn’t I be happy about something? I had just emerged from a difficult divorce and maybe deserved something nice to happen to me for a change. And why shouldn’t she be attracted to me? I was a tall good-looking guy with sandy hair and greenish blue eyes. I kept myself trim and athletic. I was no jerky punk fighting off some raging hormones. Even though I looked much younger than my true age, I was mature and knew how to treat a woman well. Deep inside I was tingling with excitement and anticipation, and with the taste of her kiss still warm on my lips, I slipped back into the Packard.

“Way to go, Baby!” I laughed, smacking the leather seat beside me. Maybe I had gotten the drop on Tracey at the stoplight and certainly the larger and more powerful engine and the tight Ultramatic transmission and limited slip rear end had pulled off the win. And I was the winner was I not? But just what had I won … a date with the prettiest girl on the West Side? Not that big a deal, even if her father found out. Besides, it was a gorgeous evening and soon I was caught up in thoughts of meeting with her the next night. What would we do? Where could I take her? Nah! Planning it all out was too much. Maybe I should just play it by ear.

So the next day I let go of any heavy thoughts and let just the sweet thought of Tracey settle in my mind and re-played images from the evening before; the teasing look in her eyes when she was eating the strawberries; the warmth of her hand resting in mine; the jiggle of her firm little breasts and the sway of her tight little ass as she walked away; the softness of her kiss; the scent of her perfume. The strength of those images generated a tingle in my belly and thighs.

The day passed by quickly—almost too quick—and soon I was dressing to go out, making sure the collar of my light blue silk shirt sat just right. A light spritz of J Crew and I was ready. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and chuckled at the smile curling my lips. “You old devil!” I said to myself.

I backed the Packard out of the garage and lowered the top. Another gorgeous evening I could see and headed out to the boulevard. How would I find her, I wondered? I’d find her. Somewhere, somehow I would find her. Then my question seemed ridiculous as a dark cherry red Vette appeared in the rear view mirror and roared into the left lane beside me. There was no mistaking who the waves of blonde hair belonged to as I heard the unmistakable roar of a Chevy small block rumbling in my ear.

 

[Destiny]

Tracey

Leaving him standing there as she pulled out, I shook my head, What had I just done. This was my father's best friend and well I had just kissed him. It had been a wonderful sensual kiss very unlike any of the guys I had dated before and I was feeling my stomach doing those little butterfly rolls you get when you are anticipating something a lot. I was anticipating this alot.

When we got to the lake I wasn't so into being there and I began to measure the guys up there with Mr Myers, Ron. I didn't know if I could call him that. He was older and seemed well in tune with his life. Dad had said something about a really bad divorce, she must have been crazy because Ron was very handsome for an older guy.

Finally time to go home and I had barely had a drink thinking about all I was going to do tomorrow to get ready to go out with my Dad's friend. It gave me shivers just thinking about it as I drove Suzie home and then went home myself.

The Next day I had gone out to go shopping, I found a gorgeous micro skirt and a black halter top to wear and then changed my mind and went back home empty handed. I wasn't real sure what to wear but it had to be casual. He was a guy that wouldn't want all dressed up, I hoped at least.

I tugged on a pair of black jeans that fit me snug to the ankle showing off every curve and angle. Then slipping on a black t-shirt with spaghetti straps I left my hair loose and begged for the car again. Heading out of the house I drove along the street, my stomach was flipping over with excitement by the time I neared where we were going. On the way I had stopped and gotten some chicken for KFC and some soda's. Moving in and out of traffic I whipped in behind him and waved. Then moving around I waved him to follow me, I had decided I would take him up to the lake where I had been the night before. We could take and I was hoping he would catch the hint and follow.

 

[Miltone]

Ronny

I watched as Tracey shot ahead of me in the Vette, waving her hand as if beckoning me to follow her. Curious to see what she had in mind I followed for a while as we drove north away from the city. At the first stoplight I pulled up beside her and glanced over, trying to look cool and casual even though my heart was racing with excitement.

Just what is there about a pretty blonde girl wearing black? It could be a black anything and if she has a nice golden tan like Tracey it only adds to the thrill. Her full lips curled into a warm smile, her blue eyes were luminous and sparkling, and her blonde hair was cascading in lustrous waves past her shoulders. All of the cute and sexy pickup lines I had mulled over seemed to escape me now as I gazed at Tracey’s sweet smile.

“Hey you!” I shouted over. “Great night for a drive in the country, huh?”

“Hey!” she shouted with a giggle, loud enough to be heard over the sound of our cars as we sat idling at the stoplight. “Kinda what I had in mind. Just follow me and don’t get lost!”

Just then the stoplight changed and she took off, chirping the tires in the first three gears. Hmm, she must have figured out how to get that Vette to move, I laughed to myself, as I pulled the Packard in behind her.

The highway traveled out from the city and began to wind through the country out toward the lakes area. With the top down and the breeze in my hair I began to check out the surroundings. Still filled with sunlight, the sky was turning a lush deep blue color and the few clouds overhead were dusted with shades of pink and orange. The air was fresh and the countryside verdant and abundant with the shrubs and flowers of late summer. When I looked back to the road Tracey had motored quite a way ahead of me and I had to tromp on the accelerator, opening up the secondaries to catch up with her. When we came to a stop sign, she looked over her shoulder at me as I put the Packard in neutral and gunned the engine. Then she tossed her head back and laughing aloud, popped the clutch on the Vette and took off quickly forcing me to play another game of catch up.

After a couple more rounds of bumper tag, Tracey took a side road that I hadn’t been down in a long while, maybe since I was around her age. If I remembered correctly it led to Devil’s Lake, a favorite hangout of young people for years before I was able to drive and apparently still popular. I had expected to find more than the few small cottages that dotted the road since the entire area was being built up. But the road still retained an old fashioned feel to it, as if time had well, maybe not stood still, but at least had slowed down a lot.

She zipped past the entrance to the main beach at Devil’s Lake and slowed down a little further to turn up a small blacktop road. As the road led back through the trees I vaguely recognized it as the way to a nice little beach, still on Devil’s Lake. There was a small parking lot and an older pavilion built back in the 1930’s with a field stone fireplace and a few picnic tables stacked up underneath. It looked as if it hadn’t been used much recently even though the grass was still mowed, perhaps serving as the overflow for busy holidays.

As I pulled to a stop beside Tracey in the empty parking lot, the small stretch of sandy beach down below, the last rays of sunlight glittering on the lake, and the scent of pine trees and cedars captured me and for a moment I felt twenty years old again. I slipped out of the Packard and walked around to where Tracey had gotten out of the Vette and stood leaning back against the driver’s door.

God, she looked hot! Skin tight black jeans and a snug black top that showed off her every curve, including a stretch of her lean tanned belly. Even her sandals were sexy and I couldn’t help but notice how the dark red color of her toenail and fingernail polish matched the Vette perfectly.

“So, um … this is what you had in mind?” I asked as we stood now face to face.

“Yeah! You like?” she said with a sexy little smile. Her face was radiant, her skin soft and inviting, and her well-rounded cheeks glistening.

“It’s beautiful. I like what I see here,” I remarked looking out toward the water. “The lake, the sunset, the pines …” Then I turned back to Tracey without pausing. “You … it’s all perfect!” For some reason, I reached out and took her hand in mind and held it gently. Was it me or was her hand trembling just a bit … just like mine? Maybe neither one of us really knew or understood why we were here. But we were here and I did know that I wanted to be here with her.

“Thank you, Mr. Myers.” She spoke softly, her eyes not leaving mine.

“Um, you can call me Ron if you want … or Ronny,” I said giving her hand a squeeze. “So what are you up for tonight?”

 

[Destiny]

It was time to find out why we were here. Tracey's heart was beating a mile a minute and she leaned against the car and crossed her arms up under her breasts as she swallowed a bit nervously."Well I was sort of hoping you would have an idea. You are the one that made the date after all." Her voice shook a little and she chewed her inner lower lip as she looked at the man before her.

Lifting her eyes to his own she smiled somewhat and the pushed off the car a bit and then turned and leaned into the red 'vette wiggling her hips a bit she came back up carrying the chicken and sodas,"if you have a blanket we can sit down on the beach nearer the lake and talk." He nodded and walked back tot he car as she watched him go she wondered what was on his mind. HE was a bit taller then her father and had nice wide shoulders and carried himself with an easy grace.

She hadn't really given him a chance to answer and as they walked along the gravel path to the lake she felt his hand at her back as he seemed to be contemplating his answer,"Lets eat and we can talk about why I invited you out tonight." Tracey nodded and waited for him to spread out the blanket and she dropped to her knees on the blanket and placed the plastic bags of food on the blanket as well.

"I used to come here when I was younger, it has been ages" She heard him comment as he moved to sit and look at her and talk as she unpacked the food. It was as till night the shadows were growing darker and fires began to dot the beach and he held up his hand pausing her movement,"Hold on I got some lantern's in the car, he left and came back some fifteen minutes later caring a couple of electric lanterns and then settled closer to her now as he began to talk.

 

[Miltone]

The lanterns spread a rosy glow as we began to eat and talk. The conversation started slowly, mostly nervous little ice breaking bits about how our days went and the lovely weather. We were sitting close enough together that I could feel the warmth of her body beside me.

“I love it out here,” Tracey said, looking out at the lake. “I’d come out every day if I could.”

“It is nice,” I replied. “I’d almost forgotten how nice. You’re not in the middle of nowhere, but you aren’t in the city anymore.”

Finishing up the last of our little picnic lunch, we paused and looked at each other. Perhaps my expression made her think that she had something stuck on her lips and she ran her tongue around her lips, licking them clean and leaving them moist and glistening.

“So, tell me Mr. My--, errm Ron, why did you ask me out?”

“You want an honest answer?”

She nodded, her large blue eyes never leaving my face, reading my every expression as if I were a book.

“I really don’t know,” I said with a chuckle, looking down bashfully. “I mean it’s not like I’m into hitting on the daughters of my friends or anything. I mean, I can remember you as a little girl playing tea party with my daughter at Christmas.”

Tracey giggled and I looked back up at her.

“It’s just that when I saw you last night, you seemed so grown up and appealing,” I went on, my eyes focused on hers. “I haven’t been all out that much since my divorce. The two or three women I have dated seemed so frumpy and set in their ways, like they just wanted a meal ticket or a babysitter for their kids or a caretaker for their house. But when we met up last night, it felt like there wasn’t any difference in our ages, that you are so full of energy and life … I wanted to find out more about you, what you’ve been up to, what you like to do …”

“And the kiss?”

“The kiss? Oh, yes, the kiss,” I said feeling my cheeks grow warm and flushed. Her directness had a way of making me think and feel. “Well, that sort of came out of nowhere. It’s not like I planned it or anything. It just sort of happened.”

“It was a nice kiss, Ron,” she said softly. “A very nice kiss.”

I don’t know if she realized how much I wanted to kiss her again. I’m a pretty romantic guy and live for the opportunity of adding some romance to my life. For a moment we both leaned in toward each other as if we were going to kiss again, but then we both leaned back. Maybe we needed some time.

“Say why don’t we take a little walk along the beach?” I suggested.

Tracey nodded and we cleaned up the blanket. I stood and kicked off my deck shoes and stood barefoot in the sand that was still warm from the sunny day. Tracey undid her sandals and joined me. Taking her hand, I led the way down toward the waterline and felt the warm water wash over my toes when I stepped too close to the lake. I leaned over and rolled up my pant legs and then caught back up to Tracey, reaching out for her hand but missed it and slipping my hand around her waist instead. She didn’t resist and nestled up close beside me running her hand around my waist in return.

“So tell me, Tracey,” I said as we sauntered together along the waterline. I loved the feel of her trim supple body moving beside me, the occasional light bump of our hips, the way her hand held me close to her as we walked. “What’s important to you in your life right now?”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you like to do? What do you want to do with yourself after college? What’s fun in your life? What has meaning?”

 

[Destiny]

"what has meaning?" she hmmed softly to herself as she though that one over. "well to finish school for now, I am studying marine biology." Her head rested on his shoulder as she spoke and she felt his step falter a bit and she giggled,"What you thought I was going to say something like business ed? Or perhaps something equally as mundane?"

She turned and pulled away from him to walk backward as they spoke and she slid her hands along her hips and then around to her ass to place her hands in her back pockets. Her breasts strained against the top as she looked into his eyes,"When I was a young girl, my whole ambition was to be able to work with marine animals. I am very close to that now." Her eyes sparkled a bit in the dim light of the moon and she sighed softly.

Her step faltered a bit and she stumbled and fell back onto her but onto the bright white sand of the lake's edge and she giggled as she looked up at him,"oops." He laughed softly and took a step to lend her a hand to pull her up. He was strong and pulled up a bit rougher then perhaps he planed because she ended up coming hard up against his chest and hips and her hands landed trapped between his and her bodies. She lifted her face to look up into his own the laughter falling away from her lips as she looked into his eyes and she felt more then saw his head dipping to kiss her.

Her eyes closed and she felt the heat of his hands on her hips and his body pressed against her own. The cool breeze off the lake carried the sound of the whooping birds and other night callers. A small shiver slid along her spine and she let her lips part under his as the kiss began to deepen, tentative at first her tongue danced with his. Then he grew bolder and plunged his tongue into her hot mouth and began to kiss her deeper then before.

 

[Miltone]

Ronny

With the way Tracey fell against me, she looked so sweet and sexy that I wanted to kiss her. It was only supposed to be a soft brushing kiss, but as my hands felt the firm curves of her hips and ass and her hands began to rub against my chest, the taste of her mouth overcame me and I pulled her firmly against my body. My hands moved up along her back feeling her soft warm body beneath the thin fabric of her top. Tracey ran her hands over my chest and then up to my shoulders and neck. Her fingers reached around and raked her nails lightly through the hair on the back of my neck. Our heated breath washed over our cheeks as our lips and tongues melted together and I heard and felt her hum softly.

“Mmm, that kind of caught me by surprise,” she giggled as our kiss slowly broke away.

“Me too,” I replied, letting my head tilt forward so that our foreheads rested together. “I don’t know where that came from.” My fingertips had reached the top of her shirt and danced along the edge, toying with the skinny little straps that ran up to her shoulders. Her skin felt smooth as silk and she trembled slightly as if I were tickling her. I could feel the firm curves of her breasts brushing against my chest. “But I get the feeling that there are plenty more.”

“Mmm, I hope so,” she sighed.

We stood together for several moments, our bodies pressing and rubbing together, our hands gently exploring each other. I could feel a tingling little vibration deep inside me that resonated through my body. I knew it was crazy to be with Tracey, but I wanted to be with her and it felt so good and so right.

True to my prediction, our lips met again and our arms encircled each other. This second kiss was deep and intense, our lips parting and our tongues wrestling back and forth. She must have been able to feel me growing long and hard as our kiss lingered. Despite the cool breeze coming off the lake the evening air still felt warm and balmy. The heat of our kiss had warmed us both and we came up for air.

“So um, how adventurous do you feel tonight?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” she replied, her expression curious.

“Well, it’s such a nice night out,” I said hesitantly. “Maybe too dark to check out the marine life, but maybe nice enough to go for a swim. Maybe afterwards we can build a fire up in the old pavilion. What do you think?”

Tracey leaned back away from me for a moment, her sky blue eyes checking me out. Then a cute smile began to spread across her lips.

 

[Destiny]

Stepping back away from Ron, Tracey licked her lips slightly as she looked away and towards the water. "indeed we can have a bit of fun." She laughed gently and slowly slid her hands along her hips and slid off her jeans. She was wearing a pair of black lace thongs that left little to the imagination. then sliding her hands up and along her waist once more she tugged off her top and dropped it onto the pair of jeans as she turned toward the water and headed into the slighty chilly water, but the deeper you went the warmer it was.

Looking back over her shoulder her long hair falling along her now naked back as she smiled once more,"coming Mr. meyers." She teased him and then moved to dive into the water. She didn't come back up immediately and swam as far as her lungs could hold and she immerged under the moonlight and flipped her hair back ourt of her face as she came up laughing.

She bobbed on the water and swam as she watched him wondering what he would do.

 

[Miltone]

Ronny

It wasn’t exactly skinny-dipping that I had in mind since I had my swim trunks in the car and Tracey seemed like a well-prepared sort of girl. But then she was prepared to swim practically naked and watching her strip off her jeans and top had a noticeable effect on me. And the look of her sexy little black lace thong sent a quiver of excitement through me. Her body was as perfect as I imagined it to be and the sight of her scampering out into the surf had glued me to the sand for a few moments.

Then, after she called out to me to follow her and dove in, I unbuttoned my shirt and had removed it by the time she surfaced. She floated on the surf waiting for me while I opened up my slacks and let them fall to my ankles. I was glad that the dim moonlight and the dark color of my boxers helped to hide the arousal that was growing underneath. Maybe a swim in the lake would help cool that down. But the boxers were silk and I really didn’t want to get them wet so I followed the next impulse and yanked them down and kicked them off onto my pile of clothes.

With my clothes piled beside hers, I ran out naked into the surf till it reached my knees and then dove in to swim out in the direction of Tracey. The water was surprisingly warm and felt refreshing as it flowed over my naked body. I was surprised that when I reached her the coolness of the swim had done nothing to dampen my arousal and just the touch of her soft warm body sent electric shivers crackling through me.

I reached for her, but she kicked her legs and swam out of my grasp. I dove down and followed the sound of her body swirling in the water and circled her coming up behind her and letting my arms encircle her waist. Tracey squealed with surprise and, as my hands swept up over the naked parts of her body, she laughed with excitement.

“Mr. Myers!” she squealed as my hands found the firm curves of her breasts. Her hardened nipples grazed the palms of my hands. “Mr. Myers!”

“Ron,” I said as I pulled her against my body. “You can call me Ron … or Ronny.”

I felt Tracey’s body settle back against me, the soft skin of her firm ass nestling up against my belly, my semi-erect cock wedging up between her legs. I loosened my grip on her, although my arms still encircled her, and I half expected her to push away but she didn’t. She reached her arm up and back to draw my head toward her as she turned back to face me.

“My father calls you Ronny,” she said in a soft voice. “That might be weird if I called you that.”

“You can call me what you wish,” I said as she turned in the circle of my arms to face me directly.

“Hmm,” she said thoughtfully as we floated close together. “"I'll have to think of something to call you ... something special.”

“Fair enough,” I said as our arms wrapped around each other and our hands lightly touched each other's body. “Now about that swim ...”

Tracey moved toward me and our lips brushed together. Her tongue darted out to pry at my willing lips and just as I reached to pull her closer, she pushed away and with a couple strong kicks swam away. I kicked off strongly determined to catch her.

 

[Destiny]

The warm water flowing over her skin felt wonderful and alive. with quick strokes she found herself on the lake beds perch. It was more or less and old tree trunk that had fallen into the water, but it let her sit on the edge of it and still look like she was swimming she looked around and didn't see Ron anywhere and then he was there in front of her.

She looked into his eyes and smiled as she reached for him once more and slid her hands along his shoulders and then leaned forward and dunked him. She giggled as the surprise on his face was soon covered over by water and she saw him come sputtering back up. Immediately she found purchase back on the trunk and waited for him to come back up.

She giggled and pretended to be trying to tread water as he advanced on her and moved his hands up to sink her under. But of course sitting on the trunk she stayed above water. His hands slipped and then found her breasts as he looked into her eyes. She paused as his hands sent fire along her stomach down to the apex of her thighs and seemed to settle there. She swallowed slightly and then moved back and swam backward away from him as she kicked of the tree trunk. She moved toward the shoreline and made smaller strokes as she turned onto her back and faced him once more. He was right there and she stopped and waited for him her feet landing on the bottom of the lake with her shoulders and head above water.

 

[Miltone]

Ronny

With a couple strong strokes I reached Tracey standing shoulder deep in the water. Her face showed a faint smile as she tossed her head back, both hands reaching up to comb her wet hair back from her face. I stood before her, my hands reaching through the water to touch her, finding first her trim waist then trailing down over the flare of her hips. My fingers felt the top of her skimpy little thong and danced along the edge to her back, then traced a path downward to where it disappeared into the firm split of her butt. Oh, this was a butt, not an ass, firm and tight with the softest smoothest skin! My hands moved in circular patterns around her cheeks, my fingertips and thumbs flirting with her panty as if threatening to slip underneath. Tracey giggled and let her hands rest on my shoulders.

“You’re a very good swimmer, Tracey,” I remarked as I moved closer to her in the water. “Feel free to come over to my place and use the pool any time.”

“Mmm, maybe I will,” she laughed. “Anytime?”

“Sure … anytime you want,” I replied.

Then our bodies touched together, her breasts brushing lightly against my chest, her smooth flat tummy contacting my abdomen, my semi-erect cock tapping on her belly. Her smile began to fade as she looked into my eyes. She lifted her face toward me as if to kiss me and I drew my hands up over her hips to her waist. Our lips touched and melted together. Her lips tasted so sweet to me and my tongue was hungry to taste her mouth. Our breath grew heated and washed over our faces as we exchanged a hot deep wet kiss. When we broke for a breath, I brought my hand up to her face and caressed her cheek.

“You keep kissing me like that and you could start giving me ideas,” I said.

“Well, the way you kiss me, I think you already have some ideas,” she replied.

“This is true,” I remarked. “I have ideas … lots of them.”

“Oh yeah? What kind of ideas?”

“Oh, I don’t know …” I said hesitantly, my hand slipping back down under the water to her waist. “Just all kinds … maybe like this.” My hands moved up to cup her breasts, my thumbs tracing circles around her taut little nipples.

“Mmm, that’s a nice idea,” she replied as she arched her back slightly and pressed her breasts firmly into my hands.

“And this,” I said, leaning forward to kiss along her neck up to just below her ear where my tongue emerged and licked her beneath the ear then around the shell.

“Ooo,” she cooed, her body quivering slightly. “I like your ideas.”

“Then how about this one?” I said, my hands quickly moving down to her waist and grasping her. With a quick strong movement I lifted her up and tossed her back into the water. She squealed loudly with surprise just before she splashed down into the water. When she surfaced, sputtering and brushing her long wet hair from her face again she waded toward me. We were in shallower waters now, the level just below her breasts.

“You! You! You and your ideas!” she called out. I tried to stifle a laugh but her expression was priceless. “And here I thought you were trying to seduce me or something.” When we met up again she tapped my chest with her fists.

“Maybe I am, Tracey,” I said without thinking. Maybe I was trying to seduce her, but then I wouldn’t have thought about it if she didn’t seem so open to it. She was a beautiful young girl, smart and sexy and fun, and I was starting to want her in every way. Her fists flattened out and her palms rubbed over my chest. My arms encircled her again and I drew her into my embrace. “But for it to work it takes someone willing to be seduced.” Our faces were close again, our bodies pressing together, our hands moving, touching, and caressing each other.

 

[Destiny]

Tracey

With her body so close to his the wind off the pond was delicious against her warm skin, not sure if the shiver she felt was from the chill of the wind or his touching she moaned slightly and purred against his lips.

"mmmm this feels so good," Her voice was low and soft her hands caressing him gently as she slid her lips along his own. Insinuating her hips slightly she presses her hip along his cock and slips her thigh between his legs as she moves and looks up into his eyes. "I think I like the way you are seducing me."

His laughter was low and deep and she could feel t in his chest as she pressed her breasts there and then a low moan escaped his own lips as she shifted so she was pressed against his hardened length. Licking her lips she pressed them once more to his lips and felt his hands go to her hips and grip her tightly to him. Her hands moved up and around his neck as she continued to kiss him with passion and lust. this kiss was unlike the others in that it was a deeper more felt in soul then body.

Tracey finally broke off the kiss and looked searchingly up into his eyes. "I...I think we should go build that fire now." Her voice was thick with emotion as she spoke and she slowly pulled back from his embrace as if it was the last thing she wanted to do.

 

[Miltone]

Ronny Myers

“Yes … right … the fire … build a fire,” I said slowly feeling a fire rising inside me as our embrace slipped away. Holding hands, we waded toward the shore, the chill air teasing us as the water grew shallower. We finally ran the last few feet, laughing as we splashed our way from the water.

Grabbing our clothes and the blanket from the beach we hustled back toward the parking lot and pavilion. I was hardly aware of my nakedness until I grabbed a couple of towels from the Packard, tossed one to Tracey and began drying myself off. She stood proudly, her perfect body nearly naked in the moonlight except for her tiny thong, holding the towel up to her head and drying her hair. The way her firm breasts jiggled as she tended to her hair sent a rush of arousal through me. When her eyes trailed down over my body and saw my manhood still thick and half risen she licked her lips only fueling my desire more. When I had dried myself I began to step into my boxers, but Tracey stepped closer to me.

“Why bother, Mr. Myers … that isn’t necessary, is it?” she said teasingly. “Why not just wear your towel?”

I grinned at her suggestion and wrapped the towel around my waist. I had to admit that it was probably a little more comfortable than stuffing myself inside my shorts, although there still was a noticeable bulge in the front of the towel. As Tracey toweled off, she reached for her thong.

“I need to take this off anyway,” she said snapping the little black thong down her long legs and then standing before me completely naked for a moment, giving me an ample chance to look her gorgeous young body up and down before wrapping her towel around her loveliness. There was a glow to her face as she smiled at me. She had to know the effect that she was having on me … she must, I thought. I wondered what effect I was having on her.

Leaving my clothes in the Packard I grabbed the torch and a pack of matches and went to look for firewood. As luck would have it, there was a modest pile stacked near the large old fieldstone fireplace and I began to rummage through it, pulling out the best kindling and stacking it up in the firebox. By the time I was ready to strike the match, Tracey had joined me, having a seat on the picnic table nearest to the hearth.

Although the fireplace side of the pavilion was closed in, the other three sides were open, providing a great panoramic view of the lake and woods. The leaves and small sticks began to spark and flame up and the flame spread to the kindling. Once satisfied that the fire was started I went to sit beside Tracey but remembered something I had left in the car.

“Be right back,” I said to her as I hurried to the car. Just the weekend before I had taken the Packard to a car show and had brought along an old wicker picnic basket filled with sandwiches and a couple bottles of wine. The sandwiches were history of course as was one bottle of wine, but the second one hadn’t been touched and I thought that now might be the time to break it out.

“What’s that?” Tracey asked as I set the basket on the table and opened it up.

“Just a little refreshment,” I said fishing out the corkscrew.

“Mmm, you are a prepared gentleman,” she giggled. “I like that in a man … always ready for anything.”

I smiled and looked at Tracey as I opened the wine. She was sitting on the seat of the picnic table, leaning back with one elbow resting back behind her. She was covered in a golden glow from the fire; her towel was wrapped around her, but the upper curves of her breasts were emerging from it. She watched as I uncorked the bottle of Cabernet and poured a couple glasses.

“Cheers, babe!” I said, taking up one glass, handing her the other, and then clinking them together.

“Nice,” Tracey remarked after taking a sip. “So, um … do you do this kind of thing often?”

“What do you mean?” I asked sitting beside her.

“Take a young girl to a really nice place and ply her with wine and romance?”

“Well, if I remember correctly, the place was your idea,” I replied. “The wine is just a coincidence … and as for any romance that’s in the air … that’s something I guess we’ll just have to, um … deal with when the time comes.”

Tracey laughed and tossed her head back. It was a great womanly laugh, not just some schoolgirl giggle. Then she looked back toward the hearth where the larger logs were starting to burn, spreading their warmth. “Nice fire, Mr. Myers.”

“Ron,” I said. “You can call me Ron if you want. Mr. Myers sounds just so … so … so …”