Page 44 of Hot Summer Nights

“Hi.” I say, waving weakly.

“Um, hi.”

“I was just finishing cleaning the cabin. If you’ll give me just a minute, I’ll be done and get out of your hair.” I say, turning and heading back into the bedroom to try to hide my hard nipples.

This man is beautiful and he is definitely all man. I’ve never had a reaction to anyone in town or to any of the guests who have come through here. This man though, he sets off something in my body. I can feel myself start to grow wet as I make my way back into the bedroom.

“You work here?” He asks.

“Yeah, my mom and I run the place.” I say with a forced smile as I think about my mom.

“What’s your name?” He asks following after me.

“Ember.”

“Ember.” He says, rolling my name off his tongue.

“I’m Weston.” He says after a minute.

“Nice to meet you. What brings you to Pigeon Forge?” I ask.

“Just wanted to look around. I’ve never been here before.”

“There’s pamphlets in the office of some tourist stuff if you’re interested.” I say as I finish tucking the sheets in and shove the pillows into their pillowcases.

“What do you recommend?” He asks, stepping out of the way as I squeeze past him to the other side of the bed.

“I like to hike. There’s a beautiful trail that leads through the forest if you walk down the road here about half a mile. There’s a sign, you won’t be able to miss it. Otherwise, there’s the WonderWorks Museum in town, and the Great Smoky Mountain Wheel, Dolly Parton’s Stampede.” I continue, listing off some of the local attractions.

“Which is your favorite?” He asks, as I throw the comforter on the bed and smooth out the blankets.

I need to get out of this room. Being in here with the bed between us and his piercing eyes tracking my movements as I move about the room, it’s starting to make my body react. Already, I can feel my sensitive nipples as they rub against my bra and the dull ache between my legs grows. I can feel my panties are soaked and sticking to me and I try to rub my thighs together discreetly to stop the ache. Maybe my mother was right, I am a dirty girl.

“My favorite?”

“Yeah, if you could pick one thing to do in town, what would it be?”

“The fireworks.” I say without hesitation.

“Fireworks?”

“Yeah, it’s almost the Fourth of July and the town always does this big fireworks display. It’s my favorite day of the year. I love watching them.” I say dreamily and I can feel the giant smile stretched across my face.

I must look crazy but there’s just something about fireworks that has always drawn me in. I love everything about them. The noise, the flashes of colors, the excited faces of people in the crowd. I love watching the kids run around with sparklers, laughing, or throwing the poppers at each other.

“Well, you’re all set. Let me know if you need anything else.” I say, grabbing my cleaning supplies and heading for the door. I hold the tote in front of me, trying to hide my pebbled nipples that I know are poking through my shirt.

“Wait, maybe we cou-”

He’s interrupted by a crackle from the little walkie talkie attached to my cleaning tote. It’s my mother.

“Ember. I need you at the office. NOW!” She shouts into the walkie talkie.

“Sorry, duty calls.” I say as I back out of the cabin and head to the gator.

I need to get back to the office and see what my mother wants and then maybe if I have time, I can go back to my room and rub myself. At the very least I need to change my panties.

I start up the gator and look back at the cabin one last time. Weston is still standing at the front door, staring after me. I wave one last time at him before I take off for the office.

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