Dave smiled that groin-clenching smile of his and waved a hand to indicate her inattention wasn't a problem. "I asked if you were still wet from swimming. You were shivering a little."
The question confused Christy for a moment. Despite the cooling air, she wasn't even remotely cold. The warmth of the fire soaked into her body. She even admitted that the sight across from her, his smooth skin and tight muscles, the delicious bulge in his swimsuit, warmed her from the inside out.
"I'm mostly dry." Christy responded honestly. The stump on which she'd chosen to sit was low enough that she'd been forced to keep her knees locked together or else spread her legs a bit too suggestively wide. She'd chosen the former but that had kept the fire from completely drying the bikini bottoms.
"You should turn around. Let the fire warm up the rest of you."
Christy had begun to move even before she suddenly recognized the subtle edge within his voice. The tone and suggestion all sounded perfectly reasonable but there was no mistake it had been more than simply an idle suggestion. Worse still, she already stood with her back to the fire before she fully realized what had happened.
"You're still too far away for it to effectively warm you up. If you kneel down and bend forward your suit should be dry in minutes." This time, his voice was softer, almost too low to be heard.
Once more, it sounded like a reasonable suggestion. She resisted for a moment, though. What he wanted was pretty clear. From his position, on the other side of the fire, he would have a clear, well lit, view of her ass and crotch. Still, the hint of command had been there. He'd been more than accommodating so far, considering the lengths he could have gone to. Maybe all he wanted was to leer at her.
Much to her surprise, he didn't make a move towards her. She could practically feel his gaze on the white v-shaped bottom, as it hugged her ass, covered her pussy and delved up the front. Still, he seemed content to watch. He even restarted the conversation!
"You really do have to watch yourself more closely than a man would, don't you? Your personal life, I mean. Not just who you date but who you're seen hanging out with."
"Mmmmhmmm." Christy mumbled. She wondered how long she would have to remain in the position. There was no question that it would inspire thoughts of doggy-style for Dave. Hell, it did for her! Together, with the topic of conversation, it reminded her how long it had been since she'd gotten any, much less from behind.
She liked doggy-style. There was something about the way it let her feel like she completely relinquished control to the man. It was something she couldn't afford to do normally. Too many men took it as a sign of dominance and began to think they were more important. That their plans and future was more important.
That particular line of thoughts forced her to notice the warmth that pulsed between her hips. Maybe it was the fire. By now, her bikini would be fully dry. Still, between his subtle command and the delightful, if maddening, heat that pressed against her almost-fully-exposed lust, she wasn't even sure she wanted to move.
"'Family values' are a bit conflicted. On the one hand, a woman in politics has to have a family but at the same time, any wife and mother isn't supposed to put little things like political ambition above her duties at home." Christy responded when he didn't immediately continue the conversation.
"Damn scarlet letter. It takes two to do the deed but it's always the woman who gets blamed and accosted." Dave muttered. Christy wished she could see his face, his reaction. Of course, given that he was a performing arts minor, he could probably school his expression to show whatever he wanted it to.
"How long has it been?"