8. Minnie
Chapter 8
Minnie
W e settle on Saturday afternoon for our date, and when Connor picks me up, I’m nervous as hell. He's wearing a black tank and board shorts, and he is tanned and fit all over. I’m wearing a cute sundress with a bikini underneath.
He opens the passenger door of his Jeep and helps me in. I settle myself, putting the seat belt on.
“You ready?” he asks as he jumps in. I glance sideways at him, admiring his forearms as he turns on the engine and shifts into gear.
“Yep, I’m good,” I say. “Nice car,” I comment on the Wrangler. It smells like pine and is super clean. I look out the window. It’s a lovely sunny day.
The conversation is pretty much one-sided after that, with Connor pointing out landmarks as we pass them, chatting effortlessly while I struggle to think of something meaningful to say.
When we get to the bay, he stops the car next to a park.
“Would you like an ice cream? There’s a great gelato bar over there.” He’s pointing and I look at him. I can hardly believe I'm with this guy.
I nod.
“Great, just hold on there and I’ll come help you out.” He’s out of the car and running around the front quickly, but I don’t want him to think I’m too short to reach the ground, so I go ahead and open my door, attempting to beat him to it. In my rush, I stumble inelegantly, and the next thing I know, I’m in his arms.
“Hey,” he says with a laugh. “It’s pretty awkward to get out the first time, you should have waited.” He’s holding me, scooping me upright.
“Oops, that was clumsy of me.” I’m really embarrassed, and I look up at him shyly as we stand there together, his arms still around me.
“No, not at all. I should have warned you to grab the handle. Are you okay?” He grins.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” But I’m enjoying the feel of his arms around me, so I don’t move a muscle.
He might be reading my mind. “You know, this reminds me of the first time I saw you in the café,” he says, and I look into his deep brown eyes. “Remember how I showed you how to use the blender? I was trying to focus on the lesson, but all I wanted to do was hold you.”
“Oh,” I say, my heart thumping now, as it did on that day.
“I never expected to be catching you like this.” His gentle smile warms me right through my heart to my lady bits.
“Oh, Connor, you make me believe that we—” I put my head on his chest for a moment before we move apart and he’s picking up my hand, leading me to the gelato bar, interlacing his warm fingers in mine.
He buys me an ice cream and when he leans over to kiss a drip off my lip it sends my hormones into overdrive. I'm trying to take this slow but that little kiss has wound me tight, ready to pop.
When we arrive at Masford Beach, there's a light breeze. He parks his Jeep at the beach parking lot near the surf club. He goes around to the back and grabs two large tote bags. I'm very intrigued.
The beach is quite busy with people enjoying the gorgeous day. Lots of people know Connor from the gym or from lifeguarding, so he's waving hi to people as we pass. Tor is there. She’s with her roommate, Sunny, and Sunny’s two little kids. It feels great to wave to someone, too. There are large waves in the sea, so some surfers are sitting out the back. The headland is distant at the end of nine miles of curving shore, puffy white clouds dotting the horizon. He takes my hand again.
After we've walked up a ways, he stops. I'm looking way up at him and he's smiling down like the Cheshire Cat. He puts the huge tote bags down, opens one, and pulls out a towel that he spreads on the sand.
"You sit here, and just enjoy watching the surfers for a bit." He settles me so I'm facing the waves. "Don't look around, I'll be right back."
I love the sea, it's one of the main reasons I came to Masford, so I'm lost in the vista for a short while but soon enough there's a tap on my shoulder. Connor is back. He grabs my hand again, squeezes it slightly, and is pulling me towards the sand hills.
It's high, and hard to get a foothold in the upward-sloping sand, so I'm puffing when I reach the top. I can't help but turn back to see the view of the surf club, small in the distance. There's not a soul at this end of the beach.
"Can you see it?" Connor asks. He's pointing to something white, in a sand valley that's a few hills over. It looks like a white castle, complete with turrets. When I look closer, I see it's a fancy tent.
"Oh, wow." There’s flapping wings of excitement in my chest. How romantic is this? We have a hideaway in the sand hills.
In a few minutes, we arrive. It's a white tent with three poles, making three points. Its white walls are as silky as a parachute, pegged around in the sand. The inside is totally private but with vents, so there's a breeze, and it’s strewn with colorful cushions like a Bedouin boudoir. I feel like the mistress of a sheik.
I turn to Connor in amazement and his lips are right there, welcoming me in. His kiss is deep and passionate, and releases everything I felt we've wanted to say since our eyes met all those weeks ago. I'm on tiptoes on the floor of our private castle and he's bending to reach me, holding me firmly, his large arms on my back. I explore his lips with my tongue, nipping and lapping into them. The closeness is intense and I lose my self-consciousness as I stop thinking and my body takes over.
We sink down to lie in the cushions, and I put my leg up and over him. He rolls to meet me so that his firm thigh is between my legs. I rock against him, his thigh against my core, and I can feel his hard cock, no mistake about that. Like magic, my hips angle themselves to find the best pressure for his huge bulge to push against my bikini bottoms. Oh God, I want them off, but I don't want to seem too forward.
We are kissing like we don't need air. I close my eyes, but then I open them again, catch him looking at me as our bodies wrap, pulling together. I remember to breathe.
Eventually, we pull back a little, panting. Connor plants small kisses against my jaw and strokes my arm.
“Are you hungry? I’ve brought a picnic for you,” he says, jerking his head towards the tote bag, but he doesn’t move.
“I’m not hungry… for food, right now.” I smile. I hope I look innocent, not like I want to rip all his clothes off and ride him, because that’s how he’s making me feel. I have a sudden moment of shyness.
“Minnie, are you okay here, like this? I mean, you don’t think we are going too fast?”
He’s so cute and thoughtful that any further worries fly out of my mind. It’s probably helped by his hand—which is on my breast—stroking across my nipple, taught and aching for his touch.
“Connor, I don’t want you to think I’m forward, but I’ve liked you so much from the first minute I saw you. I want to be here with you like this. I want you to…” I put out my hands, dropping them to my hips and gliding them up my sides until they are cupping my breasts. “I want you to touch me.” I say it with pride and desire. Because… well? I’m feeling beautiful.
He helps pull my dress over my head. He’s moved to his knees in front of me, taking off his tank. His tattoos are delicately painted, irresistible. I sit up and put my lips to the trail of hair that disappears into his shorts, and then right onto the huge bulge in front. Connor groans. I grab the back of his shorts and inch them down. He gets the message, and in seconds I’m looking at the most incredible cock I’ve ever seen.
The tent feels private, safe, and sexy. I lie back against the cushions in my bikini. He’s still kneeling but completely naked now, as the shorts have gone altogether. I’m not sure what to do next, and my hands go to the bottom of my breasts, sweep my bikini top aside to bare them, and I massage them to relieve the ache that’s tantalizing me.
“Oh, Minnie, you are so fucking hot. Can I taste you?” I nod and he lays me back against the cushions and gently pulls the ties of my bikini bottoms so they come undone. He leans down and angles his head, slipping his tongue into my folds. “Ohhh, sooo sweet,” he groans, and I lose myself to the sensation of his tongue slipping up and down, flicking on my clit, sucking with that intense pressure that’s making me forget everything but the heat and desire I have for him.