The first thing I do when we reach the truck is pull off my backpack. A cold tingle of sweat runs down my back when the air hits my wet shirt it feels good, even better knowing how I got it. I watch as Ana moves to the back of her truck, opens the hatch, and takes off her pack. Good thing I’m wearing sunglasses and the shade from my ball cap covers my eyes, this allows me a level of impunity. She takes off her long-sleeved shirt. Her yoga shirt is drenched in sweat. It hugs her body and gives me the perfect view. In our doctor’s office, her hair is usually down. Now that her hair’s up I admire her long neck and high cheekbones.
She lifts a gallon jug of water. “Do you need some?”
I nod and grab the jug to fill my empty water bottles. I hand her back an almost empty jug.
“On a hot day like today, this is what I love to do.” She pours what's left of the water over her face. The water rolls down her shoulders and over her chest. She shudders, but her smile is wide from pleasure. Shit, I think I just got hard-on. She uses her fingers to wipe off the excess water from her eyes.
“Do you want to cool off?” she asks as she reaches in the back of her truck for another jug.
I grab the full jug from her, take off my cap, and pour some of the water over my head. It feels great. With more than half the jug remaining, I take two big steps forward and pour water over her head. She squeals and jumps back, laughing.
“No fair!” She grabs the jug out of my hands and flings a stream of water at me.
Damn, I’m falling off my game. I should have seen that coming. I grab one of the water bottles I just filled. As soon as she sees me pick it up, she squeals, and runs around the truck. On the other side, she fakes going in one direction, then moves to the other. I’m faster than her. With a quick squeeze, the water from my bottle hits her in the back. Another squeal and she raises her arms, which slows her down. With two large strides, I’m on her. She turns, squeezes her bottle, and gets me right in the face.
I stop and wipe the water from my eyes.
She laughs and runs around the truck. “You’re all out of water but I still have some!”
That’s what she thinks. Earlier I spotted another jug in the truck and if I can get back to it, it’s mine. With that strategy in mind, I maintain eye contact with her and run toward the back of the truck. She moves to the hood and I grab the jug. Her eyes widen when she sees me emerge with the water.
“Hey, that’s cheating!” she protests.
“You got me when I wasn’t looking—that’s cheating.”
“You got me first. And now you have a full gallon of water.”
“Yeah, I guess my gun is bigger than yours.”
“You’re not going to use all of that on me.”
“How about you come closer and we’ll see.”
She shakes her head and moves around the truck. I don’t know what else she has in her trunk—I didn’t see any more water. She holds her water bottle in front of her chest like it's a weapon. Her smile turns wicked. She heads in the opposite direction and she sprints for the front door of the cab. As she opens the door, I reach her.
“You thought you could take off without me?”
I grab her around the waist and pull her away from the truck. With my free hand, I empty the gallon jug over her head. She squeals like a stuck pig. Her wet skin is slippery in my fingers as she turns around and squirts what is left of her water in my face. Instead of letting her go, I drop the big water jug and tug her closer. She blinks as droplets of water cling to her eyelashes. My sight narrows in on her lips as I lean in to taste them.
She continues to squirm for another few heartbeats before she melts into me. Her lips soften to mine. She tastes sweet, salty...good. I wrap my arms around her as she tugs me a little tighter into her. Our kiss continues. I coil her braid around my hand before cupping the back of her head. After a while, I pull away to come up for air. But I quickly lean back in and take a small nip at her bottom lip, then one to her top lip. She smiles and moans softly. I pull her closer and kiss both lips. I forgot how nice it was to kiss a pretty woman.Damn, I’m spending way too much time working….
Finally, I release her. She looks into my eyes. I’m not sure what she wants me to say. So, I dip back in and kiss her again. She ends the kiss with a giggle as she runs her hand down my chest. The warmth of her fingers goes right to my dick.
“Maybe we should get off the mountain,” she purrs.
With a nod, I pick up the gallon jug of water. I slosh it around, there’s a little bit left. Her eyes get big.
She puts her hands up. “No more, I’m soaked.”
I shake my head “no” and take a long swig, then I hold it out to her. “Truce, you can drink some.”
She gives me a weary look and cautiously grabs the jug.
“You don’t trust me?”
“Let’s just say that in my book, trust has to be earned.”