We were slated to rent a house on the lake with a handful of fellow nurse friends for the weekend, hang out on the water’s edge and let loose. The weekend away was approaching and Adam and I had yet to discuss things until today, on our lunch break.
Sometimes we shared lunch outside, tucked away beneath a large Oak tree, eating sandwiches out of paper bags, laughing and enjoying each other in the fresh air and daylight. Today were sharing lunch on a blanket in a small stretch of grass that wrapped around the parking lot. We tossed out a quilt and sat cross-legged across from one another, remembering that we were at work still.
“Excited for this lake trip?” I asked, super casual. You know, the kind of casual where you tilt your head when you’re talking and then pretend to look at your phone after you ask, just to make it look like you don’t care too much. Yeah, that was my level of casual.
“I am,” he said, taking a bite of his sandwich. It was a beautiful sandwich—parmesan ciabatta with oven-roasted peppered turkey breast, provolone cheese, mustard, pickles, lettuce, tomatoes, bacon—it was seriously legit. It kind of turned me on to think this sexy man got up before work and packed himself a gourmet lunch; I could see his bicep pulsing as he sliced the roll in half, probably wearing no shirt and drinking coffee.
“It’s gonna suck not being able to be together out there,” he continued, taking another bite. So, he was thinking we’d go on being secretive at the lake, which I totally expected, but was still disappointed by.
“Yeah, I know,” I said. I knew we had to keep it all private and decided I would still be excited for this weekend, in hopes of a few stolen kisses and secret ass grabs.
Once we got up to the lake our group was about eight people, six of us nurses and two people that our friends had brought along. One of those was a 26-year-old single chick who immediately recognized Adam to be an available hot dude. I wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her, and say *He isn’t available!* But our friends with benefits arrangement and our desire to keep our sex life private from the hospital made it so I was unable to wring the neck of this flirtatious chick. Instead, I had to roll with it and watch her paw and claw my man like crazy. At just ten minutes after meeting him, she had already given him a side hug and a shoulder rub and I was officially over it.
We spent the day taking turns on the paddle boat, playing corn hole, drinking a ton and swimming in the lake near the house. Adam and I made sure to have zero time alone together as to not arouse suspicions with our coworkers but us keeping our distance allowed for this other chick to swoop in.
At one point she began calling him her “vacation boyfriend” which I of course really fucking hated but had to eat, as no one would understand my anger or jealousy. I kept myself busy, drinking inside with one of my friends then playing a game of touch football with the rest of the group outside while this girl took Adam out on the paddle boat to “discover” and “swim”.
Before he left I shot him a brief look that said *“if you discover anything on that girl I will cut you”* and he nodded and smiled, playing it cool. I felt myself becoming insanely jealous and I didn’t want to be, but it was hard to watch my beautiful sex buddy paddle away with some stranger. Very hard—in fact, I was learning that I probably liked Adam a lot more than I thought I did.
When Adam and the girl came back to the house after their paddle boat excursion—which I, by the way, imagined as being as cinematic and sex-filled—I was grouchy. *I* wanted to go off on a paddleboat and cliff jump with him. *I* wanted to swim topless with him, finding his lips underwater and sharing a breath together before rising to the surface, laughing.
I wanted to feel him grow hard in my hands underneath the cover of the lake. I was jealous and having a hard time concealing it, though to the friends around us who weren’t aware of my relationship with Adam, I just seemed bitchy. I chalked it up to the heat and decided to take a bike ride around the small lake town alone.
When we drove in I noticed a nice lookout spot about a mile from the house. I rolled up a blanket and stuffed it into my backpack, tossed in some water, my cell phone and left. I was peddling furiously to get there, as if there was a fire closing in behind me. Once I reached the spot I realized I was still just in my bikini and must’ve looked like a drunk on my bike. I spread the blanket out and fell to it, exhausted, drunk and emotionally crippled. It took me a few minutes to catch my breath and when I did, I heard Adam calling out for me.
I sat up and looked over my shoulder—there he was, hopping off a bike and walking toward me, wearing only swim trunks. His chiseled body glistened in the hot summer sun and I couldn’t help but swoon as he approached, though I was still feeling moody and angry.
“Do you always ride your bike at the speed of light in a bikini when you’re mad or is that just beach house etiquette?” he said, plopping down next to me on the blanket, the ocean rising and falling in calm waves behind us.
I pushed my sunglasses up to the top of my head so he could see my eyes, which were now betraying me and my hard exterior, filling with tears of anger and frustration.
“Are you crying?” he scooted closer to me on the blanket and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, squeezing me tightly.
I had been playing the “there’s nothing wrong” RBF game all afternoon and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I cried into my hands as I rubbed my eyes, like a school girl on a playground.
“I can’t help it,” I said, “how can I have such an intimate relationship with you for months and then pretend thats its fine when a younger, beautiful girl is all over you?” He nodded, his tall frame casting shade over my face so that I could look into his eyes and read them clearly.
“And I know, I’m being awful. I am embarrassed that I am being awful. I am jealous of this girl who means nothing to either of us and I’m angry. Angry I can’t be paddle boating with you or whatever else.” It felt very freeing to have that all out in the open but I felt pretty shitty it took me being a passive-aggressive twit all afternoon to get us there.
“I could have handled it better,” I admitted, realizing that if we were to be in a relationship that all these things that happened before would definitely be a factor going forward.
“I’m sorry,” I said, his eyes were soft and knowing. He understood and realized that I had been struggling. “I’m sorry I didn’t think about any of this,” he said, running his hand through his beautiful disaster of hair.
We sat there, silent for a moment, my head resting on his chest, his head resting on mine. We watched the waves from the jet skis climb and crash, birds walking through the sand and then disappearing into the blue skyline.
“I wasn’t going to sleep with her,” Adam said, out of nowhere. I felt my heart race.
“I know,” I said. And even though I did know it, it was nice to hear it. “I am only going to sleep with you,” I continued, feeling quite brave making this statement as this was not anything we’d ever discussed before.
“Same,” he said. “But next time,” he squeezed me again, “let’s have the big girl talk right away. I don’t like riding a bike drunk in a town I don’t know.” I laughed, feeling sheepish but satisfied.
“Maybe we can find some time together this weekend,” he said, leaning down and kissing me passionately, our chapped lips sticking together slightly as we pulled away. We rode back to the house and went our own ways for the afternoon.
We met up again in the evening, when we decided to have a BBQ and swim in the lake near the shore. Adam and I were the last ones in the water, dusk settling in around us, the rest of the group huddled around a small beach campfire.
“We should join them,” I said, attempting to swim into shore. Adam reached out under water and grabbed my foot and pulled me back to him.
We glanced up at the beach and could see everyone clearly. *Fuck*. We were too close for any funny business.
“Sit next to me,” Adam nodded toward the beach and we swam to shore together, him reaching down and grabbing my crotch tightly once before we surfaced.
We drank and talked, laughed and shared stories of all kinds—our group was great together and that was part of what made Adam and I want to keep things secret.
If you mess up the flow of the workplace group, it fucks things up for everyone and we did NOT want to be those people. One by one, people trickled inside, tired and cold, ready to sleep off the day of boozing and swimming.
Around 1am it was just me, Adam and the girl who could not get the fucking hint. Yes, paddleboat girl. She had tailed Adam all weekend and she was really starting to annoy me.
Nurses have a way of getting rid of people and do you know how we do it? We start talking about gross medical stuff. Yup, IVs gone wrong, bedsores and scary shit. Half an hour (I gotta give it to her—she hung in there) later she excused herself for the night.
Not knowing if anyone in the house was still awake, Adam and I made sure to stay very careful. We threw a blanket over ourselves and leaned back in our chairs. His hand slid into mine and I squeezed it. Holding his hand made me feel safe and happy but it also sent a shockwave of desire throughout my entire body.
He moved his hand in to my thigh and began massaging it lightly. It had been days since Adam and I had been intimate, since I had held his cock in my hands or felt it penetrate me. I was hungry for his touch—starved for it, really, and so when he began touching my leg I grew wet almost immediately.
He reached into the side of my bikini, his gaze never leaving the fire in front of us, and began lightly strumming my clit with his finger. It felt like the first time all over again and he drug his finger up and down, applying just the right amount of pressure with each pass.
I was so wet I could feel my juices between my thighs as he fingered me. I didn’t want him to stop touching me, I loved the way he worked me so well, knowing just what I want and exactly what I need with each touch.
But it had been a few days and I was horny for him like you wouldn’t believe, and so after a few minutes I came. I came hard, tightening my thighs around his hand, not wanting to let him go.
I reached over and felt him—he was insanely hard and his cock was tucked into the waistband of his swim trunks.
“Let’s go behind the boat house,” I whispered, standing up while holding the blanket to my body.
We snuck about twenty feet from where we were, behind the boathouse where no one from inside the home could see us. Adam pushed me up against the wall and kissed me deeply, his tongue interlocking with mine as he pressed his aching erection against me.
In this instance, the sneaking around was HOT and the idea of blowing him just feet from where our friends were drove me nuts. I dropped to my knees in front of him and he grabbed two fistfuls of my hair, pushing my head all the way down on his dick.
He kept forcing me down on him as I purred with pleasure, saliva dripping out of my mouth onto the ground as he moaned. It was extremely hot and I had been yearning to taste him again for days.
He came hard as I sucked him deeply, his juices filling my mouth and throat. He exhaled deeply when we were done and he kissed me, unafraid of tasting himself.
It had taken me months of practice but I was finally able to take all ten inches of him down my throat and it felt phenomenal.
“That was so good,” Adam said, sliding down against the side of the boat house and sitting on the ground. I sat down next to him, in a happy daze.
“I’m glad its going to be just us,” he said, resting his hand on my inner thigh.
“Exclusively,” I said, pulling his hand to the crotch of my swimsuit.
Just feeling his immense palm on my lady bits turned me on. Everything about Adam turned me on and I couldn’t wait until he got back into the city so I could fuck him like crazy, in his bed and in his shower.
“Are you wanting vacation to be over so we can fuck?” he asked, as if he was reading my mind. I laughed and admitted to him that I was thinking that very thing.
There was another moment of silence before he looked at me and said: “lets do it, right now, before we’re unaccounted for too long.” I was practically aching to fuck him so I nodded my head up and down, like an eager child.
“Yes, yes,” I panted, throwing the blanket onto the ground.
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