pull out two beers, two bags of chips, and two sandwiches. It looked like they were having a picnic.
Cynthia busied herself with trying to find a dry spot to sit down and enjoy their meal. She found it to the west of where the bike was parked and waited as Dante handed her one of the beers with the top already popped off.
“Thank you. This is nice,” she said as he sat down across from her, pulling an LED candle out of his pocket and placing it in front of him. “I like your style, Dante, very casual,” she chuckled, finding his attempt at a romantic dinner pretty sweet.
“Well, I do try." He was quiet for a moment, like he was considering what to say next, before he finally blurted it out. "So, when do we have that awkward talk about what we did the other night?”
Cynthia couldn’t help but giggle at their shared fear. “How about never,” she laughed as they both opened up their chip bags and began to eat, sometimes taking large sips from their beer. "It wouldn't be quite so awkward if... if we weren't..."
"Related?" he finished for her.
She blushed, then nodded.
"Look, the way I see if, we barely knew each other. It's not like we share any blood or anything. How about we just forget about it. Just pretend we aren't step... anything. We're just a man, and a woman, and we're seeing how things go."
She looked at him and smiled, very happy that he felt the same way. "I'd like that."
“Great. So we’re at the lake. How would you like to go swimming?” he asked, now that they were finishing up their sandwiches. Cynthia looked at him for signs of whether or not he was serious, but he revealed nothing. His eyes caught her off guard as they held her gaze.
“Well, I don’t exactly have a bathing suit with me…” she trailed off as he looked her up and down with a one-sided smile forming on his face.
“Neither do I,” he said flatly. Apparently he was completely serious. The message was clear, and she didn’t think she could resist the opportunity. So she stood up and began to pluck off her shoes and top, sliding her skirt down as well. All that was left was her fishnets and undergarments before Dante joined in, stripping down to his boxers. A cool wind hit Cynthia’s body, and she held her arms across her for a moment before yanking the fishnets off too.
“Are you ready?” he asked her. She reached over and grabbed his hand, nodding. They took off running like two kids about to use a diving board and plunged into the murky water with a unified scream. As soon as her body hit the water, she regretted it. Lakes in Michigan were always cold no matter the time of year. Most swimmers wore wet suits, and all she had on were some panties and a bra.
“Shit!” she heard Dante call, obviously sharing her sentiment about the temperature of the water. She laughed at him and grabbed his hand again, tugging him back onto dry land. Their feet sunk into the mud on the way up, and they were both dripping water everywhere.
“Well, at least we gave it a shot,” she offered in comfort as she tried to pull her clothes back on, minus the fishnets. She wasn’t dealing with those wet.
“Sorry, that was a bad idea. So what would you like to do next? Or do you want to go home?” Dante asked, leading her back to his motorcycle. Cynthia thought about her choice of words and whether she should speak what was on her mind. It would make her even more vulnerable, and she wasn’t even sure what Dante was going to think about it. But with the way the night was going, she decided just to let it out.
“Well, I was secretly hoping that you were going to show me your other life, your biker world. I mean, you know I’m a sucker for bad boys, and I just really want to be a part of that life with you.” She stopped and gritted her teeth, hoping she hadn’t asked for too much. She knew he was concerned about revealing his double life.
“Well, hop on
Cynthia busied herself with trying to find a dry spot to sit down and enjoy their meal. She found it to the west of where the bike was parked and waited as Dante handed her one of the beers with the top already popped off.
“Thank you. This is nice,” she said as he sat down across from her, pulling an LED candle out of his pocket and placing it in front of him. “I like your style, Dante, very casual,” she chuckled, finding his attempt at a romantic dinner pretty sweet.
“Well, I do try." He was quiet for a moment, like he was considering what to say next, before he finally blurted it out. "So, when do we have that awkward talk about what we did the other night?”
Cynthia couldn’t help but giggle at their shared fear. “How about never,” she laughed as they both opened up their chip bags and began to eat, sometimes taking large sips from their beer. "It wouldn't be quite so awkward if... if we weren't..."
"Related?" he finished for her.
She blushed, then nodded.
"Look, the way I see if, we barely knew each other. It's not like we share any blood or anything. How about we just forget about it. Just pretend we aren't step... anything. We're just a man, and a woman, and we're seeing how things go."
She looked at him and smiled, very happy that he felt the same way. "I'd like that."
“Great. So we’re at the lake. How would you like to go swimming?” he asked, now that they were finishing up their sandwiches. Cynthia looked at him for signs of whether or not he was serious, but he revealed nothing. His eyes caught her off guard as they held her gaze.
“Well, I don’t exactly have a bathing suit with me…” she trailed off as he looked her up and down with a one-sided smile forming on his face.
“Neither do I,” he said flatly. Apparently he was completely serious. The message was clear, and she didn’t think she could resist the opportunity. So she stood up and began to pluck off her shoes and top, sliding her skirt down as well. All that was left was her fishnets and undergarments before Dante joined in, stripping down to his boxers. A cool wind hit Cynthia’s body, and she held her arms across her for a moment before yanking the fishnets off too.
“Are you ready?” he asked her. She reached over and grabbed his hand, nodding. They took off running like two kids about to use a diving board and plunged into the murky water with a unified scream. As soon as her body hit the water, she regretted it. Lakes in Michigan were always cold no matter the time of year. Most swimmers wore wet suits, and all she had on were some panties and a bra.
“Shit!” she heard Dante call, obviously sharing her sentiment about the temperature of the water. She laughed at him and grabbed his hand again, tugging him back onto dry land. Their feet sunk into the mud on the way up, and they were both dripping water everywhere.
“Well, at least we gave it a shot,” she offered in comfort as she tried to pull her clothes back on, minus the fishnets. She wasn’t dealing with those wet.
“Sorry, that was a bad idea. So what would you like to do next? Or do you want to go home?” Dante asked, leading her back to his motorcycle. Cynthia thought about her choice of words and whether she should speak what was on her mind. It would make her even more vulnerable, and she wasn’t even sure what Dante was going to think about it. But with the way the night was going, she decided just to let it out.
“Well, I was secretly hoping that you were going to show me your other life, your biker world. I mean, you know I’m a sucker for bad boys, and I just really want to be a part of that life with you.” She stopped and gritted her teeth, hoping she hadn’t asked for too much. She knew he was concerned about revealing his double life.
“Well, hop on
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