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"Leigh! You finished?" came floating in the open
door as I leaned in closer to the mirror and whisked the brush through my hair
one last time before tying it into a high ponytail.
"Coming," I answered. Applying a dash of lip gloss, I moved back to
look at the entire image. The white, tiny halter top reached just below my
breasts and was covered by a sheer see-through shirt on top to keep off the
direct sunlight. Red shorts stretched tightly over my hips as I sat on the
little bench before the mirror, the legs emerging from them, long and perfectly
tanned. I had applied the minimum of make up; because I'd be a whole day
out-of-doors, if I indulged in it, I'd be stickily sweaty in less than an hour.
I knew I looked good. Perfect for teasing Vince all day.
Vince was my co-worker and friend. I had been attracted to him for a long time
but had not made any advances because I knew he was in a relationship. Recently
though, he'd broken up, and after waiting for a decent while, I knew I had to go
after him before he was snapped up by someone else. The plans to seduce him were
formed since he had suggested a weekend hike on a trail we'd both been on
before. Eager to begin my assault on him, I quickly tied a handkerchief over my
hair, and walked out.
Vince was waiting with the backpack in one hand. A tight grey t-shirt hugged his
torso and showed off his muscled abs nicely. I was a little surprised to see him
in jeans because shorts were our usual attire for the outdoor days. I looked
pointedly at the jeans and then raised an eyebrow at him.
He shrugged. "I'm wearing shorts underneath. Might peel off the jeans later
on."
We set off in the open-top jeep. The rushing wind skimmed over my bare legs;
goose pimples popped up all over my skin and my nipples took notice of the fact.
I seemed to be aware of every inch of my body, and when Vince's hand brushed the
outside of my thigh while shifting gears, I sighed.
He turned his head and looked over at me.
I smiled at him and tried to cool myself, not wanting him to know what I was up
to just yet. A little innocent teasing would make him squirm in his pants; and I
wanted him to.
We reached the beginning of the trail in the mid-morning, and set off
immediately. It was a long one and we needed to hurry if we wanted to make it
back before sundown. Staying in the cabin half way up the trail was not in our
plans... well, definitely not in Vince's plans. I could hope.
As we trudged up the narrow, rough track through the towering trees and rich
green undergrowth, I was almost lulled into a daze. The weather was humid and
warm under the trees, making half my mind drift off into a lazy slumberous
state. The other half concentrated on putting one step ahead of the other, my
gaze fixed on the bobbing ass in the tight jeans one step ahead.
I ran right into Vince as he stopped suddenly. My arms went around his waist to
steady myself. "What's going on?"
"Just thought we'd stop for a drink," he said, amused.
The drink of glucose mixed in water was to keep us from dehydrating in the warm
weather. Vince handed me the bottle after taking a swig, and I drank a few sips,
a few drops of the sweet water dribbling down my chin. I saw Vince gazing at the
corner of my mouth as I surreptitiously watched him from beneath my lashes as I
screwed on the cap of the bottle.
"Here," I said, holding the bottle out to him.
He quietly took the bottle from me and stuffed it back into the backpack.
Throwing the straps on to his wide shoulders, he took off without a word.
