Hope's Chance(30)

She came over and put her arms around me. She had changed into a little green sundress. “I’m not wearing any panties.” She whispered in my ear before biting on the lobe.

“We could stay here all day ya know.” I offered.

She grabbed her bag and a pair of sunglasses and started walking out of her room. “If you want to be the first person I pick to apply my lotion, you better get your ass moving Chance.”

I hurried behind her down the steps and out the front door.

I took one of the bags, put it under the seat, and let her keep the other one on her back while we traveled. She offered to take her car, but I loved the feel of driving to the beach on a motorcycle, besides I was dying to being able to have her clung to the back of me for everyone to see.

She didn’t hesitate to get on my bike this time. This time she lifted her leg and climbed right on. Instead of just holding on like normal, she reached her hands under my shirt and clung to my bare chest. I had grabbed the other helmet out of the garage and made sure hers was secure before putting mine on.

We set off to make the forty minute drive to the beach. I had a smile on my face the whole time feeling her hands clinging to my bare skin. I knew her dress was blowing up, but today she was all mine and there wasn’t anyone going to take her away.





Chapter 17


Hope



Being on the back of Chance’s bike used to make me scared out of my mind, but I knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. It gave me a sense of freedom and I was actually enjoying myself. When we got to the beach and started driving down the main road, a lot of people were looking our way. Chance had stopped halfway and removed his shirt. I loved leaning my head against his bare back as he drove.

We were hearing a lot of whistling as we passed people, but I wasn’t sure if it was because Chance had his shirt off, or that my entire thighs were exposed from straddling the bike. My guess was both, but Chance didn’t seem to even notice. He found a spot close to the beach and parked his bike. I noticed it was on the boardwalk, which meant we could walk around and get something to eat or drink without having to drive anywhere.

Chance grabbed the bag from under the seat and we started walking on the beach to find a good spot. I couldn’t get over how hot he looked in his board shorts. They hung perfectly on his hips and made me think about the wonderful package he was hiding beneath them.

I was following him like a little puppy dog when he suddenly turned around. “Are you checking out my ass?”

“Maybe.” I said as I kept walking toward him.

He spun back around and yelled “Carry on!”

I had to smile. Chance always did that. He could find something sarcastic to say even when things were serious. It was just another quirk about him that I admired.

He found us a perfect spot on the beach. It was close enough to the water that we could see everything, but far enough back so we didn’t get our blanket wet.

Chance had one of his naughty grins on his face after we got the blanket spread out and were starting to go through our bags. He reached inside of his and pulled out a bottle of suntan oil. It said that it was s.p.f. ten, which was plenty enough for my dark complexion. He held it up and smiled like he was advertising it for a commercial, showing off his perfect teeth.

I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore him. He stuck out his lip and gave me a sad face.

I stood up off the blanket and pulled my sun dress over my head, and when I did I saw Chance do a double take.

I didn’t think my bathing suit was bad. It did happen to be a string bikini, and it also was held together with silver metal rings. One was hooked between the breasts, and another on either of the sides. The bottoms were kind of small and had two rings on either hip, leaving each side open to only bare skin. The suit itself was red and I thought it went great with my skin color. Chance continued to stare.

“What is wrong with you?” I asked.

“What are you wearing Hope?” He asked.

“It is my bathing suit. I borrowed it from Buffy.”

“That does not have enough fabric to constitute as clothing. Holy shit!” He exclaimed.

I shrugged and kneeled down beside him. I grabbed the bottle from his hands and poured it on my chest. When I began to rub it in, he threw a towel over me. “Oh my God Hope. What the Hell are you thinking?” He was freaking out.

“Jesus Chance. I am applying sunscreen to my body. What is your problem?”

He looked around us, and I tried to act like I didn’t know what he was looking for. “They are my problem Hope. I wanted you to myself today, but I can see them mindf*cking you and I can’t beat all of their asses.”

I started laughing. “Did you just say mindf*cking?”

“Yes, and that is also my job.”

“Chance take this.” I grabbed the bottle. “Put some in your hands and show them who I came here with, and who I will be leaving with.” I ordered him. “Oh and by the way…” I pulled his face toward mine and grabbed his bottom lip between my teeth. As I pulled away I licked it. My hands were all over his chest and I only stopped when I heard a woman close to us gasp.

I was kind of embarrassed, but Chance pulled me into his chest as we both laughed it off.

He took his time applying the oil to my body, and the more he rubbed the more I wished we were alone. It was making me so hot for him that I could hardly control my breathing. When he got to my thighs I wanted to scream out in pleasure. He could feel me tensing up and when I looked up at him, he had a huge grin on his face, like he knew what it was doing to me.