Page 68 of Taking the Heat

The scrap of white lace dropped to the floor, and I stood, nude and exposed, panting slightly. Every surface of my body cried out for stimulation. Chris leaned forward, like a big cat ready to spring. I entered the shower, closing the door behind me and he swiftly pulled his chair right up to the pane, so close his breath fogged the glass.

As I stepped under the water, I gasped. The heated spray was a thousand tiny touches, pummelling and snapping against my every nerve. Leaning my head back, I let the drops glide over my face, feeling them drip from my swollen nipples and run down into the hot folds between my legs.

Reaching for the body wash, I created a lather with my hands, then stared deep into Chris as I began to stroke and cleanse my skin. Bending down to wash my calves, I pointed my ass at him, my legs slightly apart, showing off the swell of my cheeks and the darker places between them. He moaned loudly, gripping the arms of the chair, a huge tent inside his pants showing me he was enjoying himself.

Standing upright, I soaped along my collarbone, then the space between my breasts. My nipples were rock hard, sparking electrical signals down to my tingling core. I let my foamy fingers gently brush the little buds and they twitched, needing more. Rubbing my flat palms over the nubs, I worked my hands in circles.

Chris and I were both panting now as I gave my body what it wanted, squeezing both nipples hard between my forefinger and thumb. Cupping the entire breast with my hands, I tugged and rolled the nubs, imagining it was Chris’ fingers on me. Submitting to the bliss, I began to whimper as the pleasure built.

I’ve heard of girls who can orgasm from just having their breasts played with; I never thought I was one of them. But as I tortured my own firm nipples, under Chris’ scalding stare, I felt a wash of ecstasy building in my belly.

With the water massaging my skin and my breasts tingling in delight, I glanced at Chris. His expression of pure lust sent me hurtling over the edge of a precipice. ‘Oh! Ohhhh …Chris!’ I called out, crushing both nipples as hard as I could, pressing myself to the glass and feeling my body dissolve into happy shudders.

My brain zoomed away, lost in a haze of its own lust, a place where Chris’ hands split the folds between my legs, where he filled me and made me his own. My core spasmed and I whimpered softly, never wanting the feeling to stop.

Finally, the world swam back into focus. I shut the taps off and looked at Chris, his expression dark and dangerous with desire. Slightly shaky, I asked him, ‘Are you okay?’

‘Yes …’ He growled it, like a wild beast. If there wasn’t glass between us, I don’t think logic would have been enough to keep us apart. Chris continued to burn holes in my skin with his eyes as the last of the droplets dried on my scorching flesh. My nipples hadn’t softened and between my legs everything was throbbing, swamping my body with a fresh wave of yearning for him.

Goose bumps raked over me, and I wrapped my arms around myself. ‘Baby, would you pass me a towel, please?’

Like a man awakening from hypnosis, he shook his head, eyes finally snapping up to meet mine. ‘Of course,’ he said gutturally. Standing stiffly, in every sense of the word, he reached for a towel and threw it over the top of the glass. Then he turned and left the bathroom—a wise choice, considering how horny we both were.

I towelled off quickly. The maid service had laid out a short nightie in fitted white cotton, which I pulled on, my nipples dragging against the material and visibly poking through the thin fabric.

Stepping out into the room, I found Chris on the balcony, hands locked on the railing, his knuckles white. ‘That was a bad idea, wasn’t it?’ I said, approaching him slowly. ‘I’m sorry, baby.’

He turned, his face full of wonder. ‘Don’t be sorry. That was the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen and I will carry that memory with me forever.’

‘Meh, don’t worry about remembering, just ask Greg for the footage,’ I quipped.

‘I might just do that.’ He sighed, his dark hair flopping forward over his eyes. ‘I just hate the fact that the rest of the world gets to share that moment too.’

‘They can see my body,’ I countered, ‘but they’ll never have my heart. That’s yours.’

I took a step closer to him, then realised my mistake as his breath hissed and he moved backwards. ‘Babe, I love you, but I have to go. Otherwise, things are going to happen and I won’t be able to stop them.’

‘I understand.’ I walked him out, the cool night air wafting up under the hem of my nightie. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’

‘Sweet dreams, babe.’

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Transcript of Tara M’s video diary: Day 16

And oh … they were sweet dreams. It was one long movie in my mind, of Chris and me, nipping, tugging, stroking, licking, bucking and dipping. I woke feeling refreshed and hoped he felt the same, even if the current of sexual longing hummed just underneath my skin.

A buggy picked me up from right in front of my room, and I leaped in beside the driver, feeling very agile in my black short-shorts and midriff shirt. With my high ponytail waving in the wind as we shot along the jungle path, my spirit soared. I didn’t care what the challenge was; I was up to it.

We took the higher roads, passing the flying fox on the hill and climbing higher up. As the swell of the mountain flattened out, I saw the rest of the gang standing next to a suspension bridge that spanned the valley below.

The bridge itself was slender; you couldn’t get a vehicle across it, but two people could walk abreast. In the centre of the span, a small platform jutted out, and far below that snaked a lazy blue river, carrying water out to sea.

As soon as I hopped off the buggy, I searched for Chris, but he hadn’t arrived, so I joined Jen and Meghan, who were standing together. ‘Morning, ladies!’

‘Tara! It is good to see you, my friend.’ Jen hugged me warmly, her sweet-smelling skin enveloping me with warmth.

‘Thanks, you too. Megs, how are you doing?’

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