Blaine and his crew had been hard at work at the farm since 7:30. He told the guys to meet him at the clubhouse at 6, but all four rolled in at 7, making them an hour and half late for their first day on the job.
Once they got going, they were surprisingly good workers and were able to get all of the morning’s work done before 10:00 a.m. If they kept going this way there would be no doubt that the farm would be all harvested and ready for the AGM.
As Blaine approached the barn he heard Steve’s band playing. Blaine had heard the band plenty of times before, and they were a standard, run of the mill, cover band. Now, there was another dimension, the guitarist was seriously skilled and he knew that meant that Olivia was inside. He needed to get some direction from Steve about the next job to do on the farm. It just made sense for them to wait inside the barn, didn’t it? He knew that he was looking for excuses to be near Olivia again.
When he saw her, the beams of light coming through the barn shone directly on her. He knew that they were hidden in the darkness of the back of the barn and he relaxed onto a hay bale to watch Olivia play. She was having fun and joking around while her fingers ripped up and down the neck of the guitar. She was radiant, and in that moment, Blaine knew that he had to make her his.
When Steve asked him to give her a ride home, he didn’t have to think twice. He planned to drop the boys off first, leaving him alone with her. As they drove he noticed that she seemed nervous, and he wondered how he could make her more comfortable.
He glanced over to her and saw her pink nipples hard and erect pressing against her wet shirt. He suddenly felt protective over those nipples and didn’t want the leering eyes of his crew checking them out. He reached over and turned up the heat, hoping to help warm her up. With the guys in the van he figured that any conversation with her would be awkward, so he turned up the radio and tried to concentrate on the road. He hoped that she couldn’t see his cock straining against his pants. What he really wanted to do was pull the van over, rip the buttons off her shirt, and take her pretty pink nipples in his mouth.
After getting rid of the crew, he wracked his brain, trying to figure out a way to spend more time with her. He wanted to touch her, to kiss her, but also to get to know her. He ran inside the clubhouse and tossed some of his extra clothes into a bag, along with a blanket, and some condoms.
She started to get really hot and heavy with him as they kissed at the shore of Fern Falls. He needed a distraction from her kisses or else he was going to blow his load right then and there in the van. When they got to the lake he wasn’t sure if she would be game for a swim, but she surprised him. She had surprised him in so many ways, and the way she writhed against his lap told him she was thirsty for him.
The cold water settled down his raging boner, but it come back in full force when they started kissing on the flat rock. The little minx wrapped her legs around his waist and had rocked her pussy slowly back and forth against his throbbing cock. Even through the fabric of their soaked clothes, he could feel her warmth. If it had been any other woman he would’ve slid those granny panties aside and rammed himself into her pussy. He felt himself drawing dangerously close to losing control, so he tossed her off of him. She smiled with a mischievous glint in her eye and played along. He felt like they were two teenagers, playing and flirting with each other. It felt so good to be attracted to a woman and be able to goof around with her.
As they sunned on the dock she sweetly reached out and held his hand. It was then he knew that he wanted something special with her. He was going to have to exercise all of his will power to try to avoid fucking her sweet, sweet, pussy. And that mouth, oh god, he could tell that her heart shaped lips were going to feel amazing wrapped around his member.
“Blaine,” Olivia asked, still looking at the sky. “Why did you help me that day at the gas station?”
Blaine smiled. “Well, I saw the whole thing happen. I don’t let guys treat women like shit, and that douchebag was being a total asshole.” Blaine turned to face Olivia, “I saw a pretty girl who needed some help. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be your knight in shining armor.”
Olivia smiled, turned to him, and kissed him gently on the lips.
“Why did you just drive away then? That could’ve been the last time that I ever saw you.”
Blaine sighed. “I tend to stay away from good girls like you.”
“How did you know I was a good girl?” Olivia asked, and propped herself up on her elbows, dropping her face back to soak in the sun.
“Oh, please. Seriously?” Blaine pretended to scoff. “You’re as square as they get, you’ve got it written all over you.”
“Maybe you’ve got me all wrong.” Olivia turned onto her side to face Blaine.
“I highly doubt that.” Blaine smiled and trailed his finger up Olivia’s side. He tucked his fingers under her bra strap.
“It’s true” Olivia sighed. “I’m as boring and good as they get.”
“Hey, good isn’t necessarily boring.” Blaine pulled Olivia’s bra strap off her shoulder and exposed her white breasts to the sunshine. Her nipples were pink like cotton candy and stood up pert and erect against the soft breeze in the air.
Blaine traced his rough finger across Olivia’s collarbone, down her exposed nipple, and then cupped her breast in his hand. He ran his thumb lightly across her nipple, and noticed Olivia’s breath start to quicken. He bent down and flicked her nipple with his tongue, and drew back to kiss her on the lips, before returning to take her whole nipple into his mouth. Olivia breathed in sharply, his gentle teasing touch making her hips writhe against him.
He pulled away and continued, “Every time I ran into you I wanted to talk to you, get to know you better. But the novelty of a bad boy like me wears off real quick for proper girls like you. I don’t have anything to offer to you. Besides, potentially putting you in harm’s way.”
Olivia was torn between wanting him to continue talking, and wanting his lips back on her breast.
“Why would I be in harm’s way?”
“Oh, Olivia. That’s a conversation for another day. In order to keep you safe, I may never tell you exactly what I do for the club. Some of it is legal, and some of it isn’t.”
“Well, maybe someday you’ll trust me enough to tell me more. For right now, I just want more of this,” She rolled up on her knees and pulled Blaine’s face back to her chest. Blaine was rock hard and wanted to pull off her white granny panties then and there, but he resisted. He kissed down Olivia’s taut stomach while continuing to caress her breast with his hand. He bit at the waistline of her panties and kissed her soft mound over top of the cotton. Olivia gasped at the sensation of the warmth of his breath on her damp panties. He slid his hand down her body and traced his fingers along the front of her panties, then slipped them aside, so he could slide one finger inside her and wrap his mouth around her womanhood, flicking his tongue gently against her clit.
She seemed really into it, so he was shocked when she tapped him on his shoulder, “Blaine, not now.”
Blaine hooked his finger around her panties and returned them to their proper place, then kissed her mound, before returning to her face to kiss her lips. He wasn’t used to women playing hard to get. Usually by now he’d be balls deep in a woman, giving it to her as hard as he could.
“You’re beautiful,” Blaine said and pulled Olivia in close to hug her and kiss her neck.
They sat on the end of the dock, swinging their feet above the frigid water, drying off in the sun’s rays, Blaine’s arm draped heavily over Olivia’s narrow shoulders. They chatted about where they grew up, their childhoods, and bonded about growing up without their mothers.
Blaine felt at ease with Olivia, and shared details about his childhood that he’d never shared with any other woman. The conversation flowed freely, and before they knew it two hours had gone by. They were both dry and warm in the sun and Blaine enjoyed the way their conversation flowed naturally. He was impressed with her dedication to the cello, and her passion for music. He found himself wishing that he had the same passion for something. He was passionate about his club, but he wondered if that was the same thing. As they talked, he realized that their worlds couldn’t be more different. He wondered if there was any way that a good girl like Olivia and a biker like himself could ever work together. He didn’t want to expose her to the club, or its antics. She seemed too pure, too innocent, to be able to hang out with his friends; and there was no way she could handle the cattiness of the clubhouse women.
Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of gravel crunching. Blaine turned to see that a car full of college boys had pulled up beside the van. Olivia pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them in an attempt to hide her body.
Blaine stood up, “Stay here and don’t move until I tell you to.”