The Dare

"Yeah, small world," I muttered, incredibly small actually, I thought, as I tried my damndest not to stare at his long, thick package, or drool over the fact that he looked about ten times hotter than I remembered -- especially out of his clothes.

Holy crow, the body on the guy was enough to make a nun weep.

Now I wished I'd gone with the bikini, so we wouldn't be able to notice that just looking at him was making my nipples hard, and getting my pussy soaking wet.

I don't think I'd ever seen a guy this hot. Not much in the way of tan lines either, I noticed, just smooth, nicely muscled sun-bronzed flesh, that I really wanted to run my hands over, and maybe even my tongue.

Then I gazed up at his handsome face, and noticed his eyes starting to flare, suddenly looking slightly panicked as he took a look down at himself.

Melissa and I looked at each other, trying to keep a straight face, since it was pretty obvious what was happening -- that he was starting to get an erection.

"I think I'll go in and see what the water's like," he muttered over his shoulder as he waded into the water till he was in over his hips, and able to hide his arousal under the surface.

His friend, obviously enjoying his discomfort, chuckled and called out, "So, what's the water like, Nico?"

"Wet," Nico muttered sarcastically, narrowing his eyes on him.

Biting into my lip, I really had to fight hard not to laugh. Though, I could feel for him. It had to be so much harder on a guy -- literally. Walking around a nude beach, with so many naked women in all shapes and sizes; if he got aroused, there was no way to hide it.

Whereas, all I had to do was cross my arms over my girls, like I was doing now that I'd got a good look him. Then no one would ever know that they were aching like bitches just from seeing my fantasy cop, not just without his clothes, but with a mighty impressive erection.

"I'm Jeff, by the way," his friend said, breaking into my naughty thoughts, as he extended his hand to shake each of ours.

After we'd both introduced ourselves, we decided to wade into the water, so Nico wouldn't be standing out there on his own, trying to act like everything was cool while he waited for things to settle down.

I couldn't imagine why they'd be at this particular resort, until Jeff enlightened us when he said, "So are you two here for Shawn and Georgia's wedding?"

As we both nodded and said, "Yes," I finally remembered that Shawn was a cop. So, obviously the three of them were friends, which meant I'd definitely be seeing more of Officer Hot Stuff.

I smirked to myself as it occurred to me, now that the score was even and I'd seen him in his birthday suit, there really wasn't much more of him to see.

NICO

I knew that Shawn's fiancée Georgia was a lawyer, but it never crossed my mind that they were all friends.

Kristen was the last person I expected to see when Jeff and I thought it might be fun to strip out of our clothes and take in the sights of the nude beach at the foot of our hotel.

No surprise, the moment I saw without her clothes again, my body reacted, just like it did four years ago, when I'd carried her naked and dripping from that lake. When I got her inside the place on her back in bed, she pulled me on top of her and nearly kissed my face off. She got me so hard, and it felt so good to be nestled up between her thighs, I thought my dick was going to bust right out of my pants to get at her.

I can still remember the way she was eyeing me from that bed, taunting me to step over the line. I was sure as hell tempted. She just looked so sexy and so eager, if she wasn't drunk that night, and I wasn't on duty, I don't think I would have been able to walk away from her.

Watching her now, standing around with us in the water, although she wasn't wearing a thing, she seemed totally at ease talking and laughing, like she did this kind of thing every day.

The more I listened to her joking with her friend and Jeff; there was just something about her. It wasn't just the fact that she's really pretty with a perfect body, the shapeliest legs I'd ever seen and truly amazing breasts. I could tell now that she's acting more like herself, that she doesn't take herself too seriously. She's got a great sense of humor even without a drink, which makes me realize that she's someone I'd definitely like to get to know better.

I decided it's a good thing we'll have a few days to get acquainted, since we're both here for the wedding.

When I finally look up at her face and get caught checking out her body, the way she smiles into my eyes with those big baby blues, clearly amused, I just smile right back at her wiggling my eyebrows to let her know that I'm enjoying what I'm seeing.

As we look into each other's eyes, her expression changed, and everything seems to fade away, except for the two of us. Jeff and her friend Melissa are talking about something to each other, but somehow it feels like Kristen and I are connecting on a whole other level. And we don't need any words to communicate that we're interested.

It probably doesn't hurt that there's no mystery about what we'd look like out of our clothes, since we're both looking pretty happy about having this opportunity to explore every inch of each other with our eyes.

Only problem, my cock didn't get the message, that I need him to go down. Because it seems I can't look at her naked without being hard.

But the up side is, no pun intended, now that she's seen me, pretty much fully erect, at least she knows what she'll be dealing with, when we find a chance to be alone together.

Probably starting to feel a little warm, with how hard the sun's beating down on us, laughing together, Jeff and Melissa decide to dive in and go for a swim.

Before we join them, I finally said to Kristen, "So, I'm guessing you remember the night we met now?"

Rolling her eyes, she nodded. "Yes, and this feels a little like déjà vu," she looked down between my legs, flashing a naughty grin, "only without the uniform this time."

I laughed. "Guess we're even now, and we've got nothing left to hide."

As she considered what I'd said, and took her time looking me over, I could feel myself twitching in the water, as I realized how much I wanted her. I knew there wasn't a hope in hell that I'd ever go down now, when we're together like this completely naked, openly eyeing each other's bodies, as both of us imagine what we could be doing together.

I was relieved when Kristen finally tore her eyes off me, and with one last teasing grin, she dove in and started to swim out to join the other two. Now I'm hoping if I swim around long enough, and try not to look at her, or think about all the things I'd love to do with her, the damn thing might actually go down.

Then when we finally decide to head back to the hotel, I might be able to get out of the water without feeling self-conscience about my cock standing at attention, like a freaking flag pole.

After we'd swam around together, talking and laughing, when we finally got back to shore, Melissa mentioned that we'd have to get a move on to get ready for dinner if we wanted to join the group from the wedding.

Jeff and I wrapped our towels around our waists, so we'd look decent walking back into the hotel.

But as I watched Kristen wrapping herself in a big towel, covering up everything from her thighs to her breasts, I felt a little disappointed. I'd gotten so used to us hanging out together without any clothes that I kind of hated to see her cover up.

The other two had already started back. Kristen must have read my mind, or noticed the way my face fell as soon she'd tucked herself away. Flashing me a naughty grin, she unwrapped herself again, and gave me one more little peek at her gorgeous body, before she wrapped herself up again, tightening the towel above her breasts.

The way I groaned at her little peep show, made her laugh, especially as I narrowed my eyes on her and muttered, "You're a little tease, you know that." She just shrugged, slipped her sandals on, and gave me a playful little shimmy of her hips as she started back for the hotel.

Now I could hardly wait to get through dinner, so we could continue our little flirtation, hopefully up in my room.

Dinner was outside in a beautiful open-air courtyard. With little fairy lights twinkling in the trees, and music softly playing, it felt very romantic. With the stars sparkling overhead like diamonds in the black velvet sky and the sound of the waves gently crashing to shore, I couldn't imagine a nicer setting for our first dinner together.

With her hair up, Kristen looked absolutely stunning in her little body-hugging sand colored dress, cut just low enough in front to give a nice show of her cleavage. Along with a sexy slit at the back, that I noticed as I pulled her chair out for her, that really showed off her long, shapely legs.

Sitting side by side, as I looked into her eyes, I had such an urge to kiss her, I had to reach for my water glass so I wouldn't get carried away. I didn't want to scare her off before we'd barely got to know each other, but I couldn't remember ever feeling this drawn to anyone before.

Turns out I need not have worried. When Shawn, the soon to be groom, stood up and thanked everyone for making the journey to join them on their big day, Kristen surprised me when she reached over and slipped her hand into mine on my lap and gave it a squeeze.

Delighted, even just to be able to touch her, as I stroked my thumb into the palm of her hand, the way she looked into my eyes... I just knew.

At almost thirty-eight, I'd started to think I'd never find the one woman in the world that would make my life complete. I'd dated enough, but never felt the kind of connection to make me want to pursue anything more serious than a few casual dates.

She's got my heart starting to beat a little faster, just from the feel of her hand in mine. The way she's looking into my eyes, like she's feeling it too, is making me imagine things I'd never dreamed of before.

When our server set Greek salad's in front of us to start the meal, Kristen smiled. "Oh, I just love Greek salad, and this looks really good." Noticing the way I was smirking at her as she gushed over the bowl of greens, she looked a little puzzled and said, "What?"

"Well, you'll have to try mine, then. 'Cause I make a really mean Greek salad, probably because I'm Greek."

Her eyes went wide. "Wow, really? I thought you might be Italian, or from some other place in the Mediterranean..." She wiggled her eyebrows, leaned in and whispered, "...where they make their men extra swarthy and sexy."

I laughed. "Extra swarthy and sexy, huh?"

She nodded. "Yep. First thing I thought when I looked up at you standing looking down at me on my knees at the lake was, 'Ooh, now that's one sexy man."

Chuckling, I pressed my lips to her ear and whispered, "You trying to make me blush?"

She shook her head, keeping her eyes on mine. "No, just being honest. I've never been very good at playing coy. And I'm not into games. If I like someone, I tell them."

"Well, if we're going to be honest. I'm really glad I bumped into you again, because I've never been able to forget that night. Whenever I've had a bad day at work, all I had to do was think about how hard you made me laugh when I was carrying you up from that lake. When I'd think back on all the crazy stuff you said, I'd forget about was bothering me and start to laugh."

She wrinkled her nose, looking a little uncomfortable that I was reminding her about what she'd done. "Well, considering that was four years ago, I kind of hoped you would have forgotten some of it by now."

I touched my lips to her ear again, so no one would hear when I whispered, "You mean like you asking me to cuff you?"

I noticed a little shiver run through her, before she reached for her fork, chuckling, even as she rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that's something I think better forgotten."

"Not a chance," I said, as I dug into the salad.

Though she looked like she was ready with a quick reply, she turned her head, opened her mouth and closed it again. Our eyes locked, and for a moment we just stared. And I knew from the look of wonder in her eyes, that I wasn't the only one feeling more than a little spellbound.

Forgetting where we were, I reached out and slowly began to brush my thumb back and forth across her full, bottom lip, wanting so badly to pull her into my arms and kiss her. So I could taste those pretty lips again, knowing that this time there'd be no reason to pull away.

Noticing what was happening between us, my buddy Jeff sitting on the other side of Kristen, made a big production out of clearing his throat, till I realized what we were doing. Chuckling, he leaned in and said, "I'm thinking you two might want to get a room."

Kristen just grinned at me and shrugged, letting me know that she'd be fine with that.

Part of me could hardly believe that this was happening. After four long years, my fantasy woman and I were finally going to connect.

But first we had to get through dinner. Luckily the hotel outdid itself, and every course was amazing. Probably the best meal I'd ever had, mostly because I was enjoying it with her.

After we'd finished with a deliciously sweet and slightly tart raspberry-chocolate confection, I made her laugh when I decided it might be fun to pick up my spoon and feed it to her.

The way she teased me after the last spoonful, lashing her tongue out and slowly licking around her lips, had my dick twitching like crazy in my boxers as everyone around us got up and headed over to the bar, for some dancing.

A four-piece band was playing some older classics, perfect for dancing slow and close. When I asked Kristen if she wanted to dance, when she smiled into my eyes and nodded, I had to stifle a groan when I finally got to pull into my arms, slide my hands down low on her back and feel her body nice and tight against mine.

We'd just enjoyed our third dance, and I tipped up her chin and looked into her eyes as the singer crooned the lyrics, "You look beautiful tonight..." And she really did, even more beautiful than I remembered.

I whispered against her ear, "I was just wondering if you would be interested in a night cap later, maybe up in my room?"

She pulled back, looked up at me and shook her head. "I already had a glass of wine with dinner, and one's my limit. That weekend at the lake I got such a hangover the next day, I learned my lesson, and I barely drink at all now."

"Okay," I said, feeling more than a little disappointed. Then again, maybe she wasn't ready for this to go any further. And I sure didn't want to push her, because even if I had to wait until we got home, I'd be more than happy with that. I already had a feeling that once we got together it would be nothing short of amazing, because when you cared for the woman you were with, the sex had to be so much better.

Wearing a little smirk, she and ran her hand along my jaw. "But I wouldn't say no to some Perrier and lime, if you've got that up in your room."

Forget about dancing, the instant she said that, I took her by the hand, walked us over to the bar, and told her, "Hang on."

After I'd slipped the bartender a few bills, I turned back to her victorious, holding a bottle of Perrier and a little green lime. "Perrier and lime, my lady, now all we need is some ice."

She laughed as she realized what I'd done, as I slipped my arm around her and walked us to the elevator.

While we waited for it arrive, her expression changed and she bit into her lip, looking a little uncomfortable. She looked up at me, and finally said, "I should probably mention that I'm not looking for a one night stand."

"Believe me Kristen, that's not what this is." I wasn't just feeding her a line. I already had a pretty strong feeling that this was going to be the start of something pretty special.

I held her hand in the elevator, surprised at how nice it felt, just to be able to touch her, as she wound her fingers through mine.

When we got to my floor, I got some ice from the machine down the hall from my room. After I'd let us in, I went and found my pen knife in the travelling kit, when it dawned on me that I couldn't very well plop a whole lime into her glass, and say, "Here you go."

After I'd sliced up the lime, and poured it over the ice, I handed her her drink. Flashing me a pretty smile, she thanked me and said, "Aren't you having anything?"

"No, I'm okay for now." I could have used a cold beer, but didn't want that on my breath, just in case.

We walked out to the balcony. I took in the perfection of Kristen's profile as she gazed out at the moonlit beach. With the sound of the waves gently crashing to shore, and a calypso band playing off in the distance, she remarked, "I thought we had a nice view from our room, but this is even nicer, from up here, the beach looks like a never ending ribbon of sand. It all just looks so beautiful, like a tropical paradise, especially with the full moon reflecting off the water."

I came up behind her, slipped my arms around her waist and whispered against her ear, "Just like the night we met."

She turned her head, looking surprised. "How could you possibly remember there was a full moon that night?"

Gazing into her big baby blues, I smiled, thinking back. "I don't think there's much I forgot about that night."

She rolled her eyes, and we both laughed. That had to be the wildest call I ever went on, rescuing a bunch of tipsy naked ladies, being attacked by another bunch of nude marauders in the lake.

Though Kristen was the only one I really remembered, probably because of the way she'd made me laugh, she was pretty hard to forget. And the fact that she's gorgeous, with a knock out body, probably didn't hurt any.

Looking into her eyes, I tipped up her chin, and just barely brushed my lips across hers and told her, "You know what I've been dying to do?"

Her eyes on mine, she shook her head, and whispered, "No."

"Finally, get a chance to kiss you back."

I took her drink and put it down, and as I wrapped her in my arms, and gradually worked my tongue between her lips, the way we kissed felt sexier than almost anything I'd ever done. We really got into it, with our hands going everyone at once.

The way she was sucking on my tongue, fisting my shirt, tugging me closer, I thought my heart would pound right out of my chest.

Holy crow, this was one hot kiss, and so worth the wait.

Suddenly my breath stalled, as I felt her hand sliding down over my body. I let out a groan the instant I felt her wrap her hand around me and start to stroke me up and down through my pants. She was getting me so fucking hard, I had only one thought in my head -- I had to get us out of our clothes.

Softly moaning as she sucked at my bottom lip, my pulse leapt as I realized she'd popped the button on my pants, and tugged down my fly, till she had my pants around my ankles, and my dick hard as granite.

Trailing my lips across her jawline, I let her dress fall off her shoulders, dusting kisses across collar bone as her fingers wound their way into my hair. Feeling myself getting harder by the second, I wondered, as I trailed my lips up to her ear, if we should take it inside, before we started putting on a show for the other guests.

Reading my mind, Kristen shivered, as I lashed my tongue around her ear, and she breathlessly told me, "You know it's still Nude Day for another hour or two."

My buddy Jeff had mentioned it was Nude Day, when we decided to toss our clothes and take a walk along the sand. I was so glad it was, or I would never have gotten a chance to see her naked on the beach, or be able to strip off her clothes in the moonlight, now.