Sarah was sitting in her bedroom, ready to enact her plan.
Oh god, did she really have the guts to do this? She was pretty sure he was going to outright laugh at her and she would just die if that happened. But she knew she had to do this! She was going to stay a virgin forever if she didn’t take matters into her own hands. And she trusted Lance. He scared the bejesus out of her, but somehow she knew that Lance would never hurt her.
She hoped she knew.
As she exited her room and made her way down stairs, she shed the robe that she had been wearing. It fell to the floor by her ankles, revealing a lot of smooth, supple skin, and an all-black thong bikini.
Sarah had been blessed with a great body. Her stomach was flat and tight, with hips that flared dramatically and defined a jaw droppingly gorgeous ass. According to Vikki, her breasts were made to be sucked. Sarah wasn’t exactly sure what that meant, but she knew that guys stopped and stared when she passed and whistled when she was walking on the street. But at that moment, with the string of her bikini wedging itself nicely in her butt-crack, and her breasts threatening to erupt from her top, there was only one man that she hoped would stop and stare.
But seducing Lance was only half the battle. Sarah had fantasized about being the submissive. She didn’t know anyone in the BDSM lifestyle, but if there was a guy who was born to be dominant, it was Lance. She wanted him to be the one to take her and make her his, to show her how to reach the heights that the women on her computer had. To make her beg. To spank her. Sarah was getting wet just thinking about the shocking intimacy of getting a spanking from Lance.
A smile curled on her lips as she stepped onto the back patio by the pool.
With no time to waste, she hurried to her spot – a deck chair that would allow her to lay on her stomach. She did just that, making sure that her backside was facing the door by which Lance would exit. And then she called him.
"Lance!" she called out in a heavenly voice. "Can you please come here for a second? I'm outside, by the pool."
When Lance stepped outside and into the sunlight, Sarah forgot for a moment what it was that she was supposed to be doing. She had completely underestimated just how hot he was. His chiseled face let no emotion show, but Sarah thought she caught a tic in his jaw. Was he annoyed with her? She hadn’t even said anything yet. She was losing her nerve quickly but gave herself a mental shake and a mini pep talk.
You don’t want to be a virgin forever, do you? Just look at those shoulders. Imagine those lips –
It didn’t help that she was already turned on just thinking about him getting his hands on her.
He stood over six-feet in height. He was wearing a simple tight black t-shirt that strained against the knotted muscles in his chest and arms. His legs were encased in black cargo pants and of course he was wearing his ever present gun belt. Her eyes devoured him, running down his torso and onto his... she shook her head. Composing herself.
"Oh hey," she said. She had her back to him, forcing her to look over her shoulder. As she was laying on her stomach, she had to prop her butt up and lean back to do so. It was all part of the plan. "Can you do me a tiny favor?"
"Sarah," Lance said as he tried to shift his growing package sideways a bit. Jesus she was delectable. If she was any of his subs he would spank her ass hard for tempting him like this.
Sarah had hoped that he would have been more obviously distracted by her exposed skin. But he was, as always, cool and collected.
"Can you lather me up with some tanning oil?" she continued, not missing a beat. As she did, she wiggled herself back a little, hoping to draw his attention to her booty. “I haven’t gotten much sun this year and I don’t want to burn.”
Well, something would be burning soon, Lance thought. Sarah never strutted around in a skimpy bathing suit like this. She used the pool often but it was just to swim laps and she always wore a serviceable one piece suit to do it in.
"I can," Lance said in the same even tone. He sat down by her legs, picking up the small bottle of tanning oil as he did.
"So where do you want this?" he asked, ignoring the overwhelming temptation of her ass as he poured the oil onto his hands. "Your back?" He moved his hands toward her back.
"Sure, but also…... do you mind... oh this is so embarrassing," she shyly tipped her head forward.
"I've known you for a long time, Sarah. What is it you want?"
Sarah grimaced at this. She wasn't sure, but something told her that him bringing up their long past wasn't a good thing.
"Um……would you mind doing my butt? As you can see, there isn't much covering it and I'd hate for it to burn." She perked her butt up, as if to demonstrate the bareness of it.
To this, Lance didn't respond. Instead he calmly began to glide his slick hands over her shoulders and back. As his hands massaged over her bare skin he slowly made his way to her lower back. By this time Sarah was desperately trying to hold in the little moans that were trying to escape. How embarrassing it would be to let him know how turned on she was getting! He poured more oil into his hands then slowly warmed it by rubbing them together. Then he began near the small of her back and slowly spread his hands over the cheeks of her bottom. He continued this tortuous journey until his hands reached just below her upper thigh.
She couldn’t hold it in any longer and a small moan escaped her throat. She froze – horrified. Lance’s hands stilled.
“Anything else?” he asked curtly.
Oh god, she was going to die.
Sarah looked back over her shoulder at Lance. As she did, she tried her best not to frown or show her disappointment. Desperate to salvage the situation, for a moment she even considered asking him to do her inner thighs for her... or her breasts. But that would have been too obvious, and despite how far Sarah had come in the last few weeks sexually, she wasn't quite at that point yet. Lance was an absolute babe and she wasn't brave enough to serve herself up to him.
"No, that's it," she said simply.
"Perfect." He was on his feet in a matter of seconds. "If there is anything else, I'll be inside." He turned and hurried inside, without so much as glancing back at the half-naked girl by the pool.
For some time, Sarah remained where she was. She didn't care one fig about getting a tan, or even about getting burned, which she surely was. What she did care about was how cold Lance had just acted toward her. It was without a doubt, the coldest and most stiff he had ever been.
Am I not as attractive as I think I am? That was all she could come up with to explain what had just happened. Well there was no way she was having sex with Lance today. No way at all.
She let out a long sigh, about to get up and go pout in her bedroom when her phone rang. It was Vikki. Sarah answered it hurriedly, anxious to discuss with her friend every aspect of what she may have done wrong and how she could fix it.
"Speak to me," Vikki said as soon as Sarah answered.
"Nothing happened," Sarah moaned.
"What?" Vikki exclaimed. "Did you wear that black thong I bought for you?"
"Yep."
"And the oil? You made sure he rubbed it onto your --"
"He used two hands, a lot of oil and managed to walk out of here seconds later... pants no tighter than when he sat down." Sarah hadn’t actually looked at his crotch, but she was too embarrassed about her failure to even tell Vikki that.
"Well I don't know girl, maybe he's gay?” she joked. “But hey! That means you’re free to go tonight?!" Vikki squealed into the other end of the phone.
"What? No, I can't. Even if he won't have me, he still has to look after me. I don't know if I could just sneak out and --"
"Oh, come on. Yes you can! I'm sure you can think of something," Vikki cajoled.
"But..."
"No! I'm not going to hear a word against it. This is happening. I'll be out in front of your building at ten tonight. You better be there,” she warned.
Sarah thought on that for a second, contemplating what it was that she was going to do. She had been looking forward to this day for a long time, knowing it would be her chance to finally take her sex life into her owns hands.
Really, she only had one option, as far as she could tell.
"OK, deal. Ten o’clock tonight. I'll see you then." And she hung up the phone. As she did, she glanced back into the apartment where she could just see Lance inside, making himself some food in the kitchen. She bit her lip as she watched him work. Sneaking past him would be easy enough. She had never given any of her bodyguards any trouble so they didn’t watch her like a hawk, but being with someone else for her first time would be harder.