Truth or Dare

Maxwell sits with his shorts and shirt on the bed, waiting for Fran to finish her shower. He hears her singing through the sound of falling water. She is singing “Night Fever” and sounds cheerfully. Maxwell smiles to himself. Her singing voice actually sounds awful but he doesn’t mind. He loves to hear her being happy. He could almost imagine her dancing along with it under the shower. Oh no, now he thought of her in the shower, this was not good. She already got quite a tan during this day. He imagined how her bikini would stay visible on her body. She will probably have two light triangles on her breasts now and a small white area where here bikini pants had been. He sighs.

How could he not think of that incredible body after he had felt her curves with his own hands. It was a truly erotic experience, especially while watching her enjoying his touch. He didn’t remember a female body to feel so soft, yet so firm. And that body is now completely naked in the next room. For a slight second he has the fantasy of joining her under the shower. Be que quickly discards that thought and goes to look out of the window. The view over the beach is truly beautiful, the sun is setting and the sky colours bright red.

“Miss Fine, Miss Fine you have to see this!” he calls out. He hears the shower being turned off and the room fills itself with the scent of shampoo. Maxwell looks beside him. Fran stands there in a white fuzzy bathrobe. She is busy tying a towel around her hair.

To divert his attention from that alluring view he turns his head to the sunset. “Isn’t this lovely?”.

“Yeah, it is.” He hears her familiar voice beside him. He can’t resist putting an arm around her waist.

“Thank you for coming with me” he says, not taking his eyes from the sunset.

“Thank you for taking me with I h I had a great day” before he realises it, she plants a kiss on his cheek.

Fran looks up at him, feeling his arm still around her waist. A slight smile breaks through as he continues to look outside. His features seem relax. He is so much different from the Maxwell Sheffield in New York. Here in his shorts and T-shirts he’s no longer the famous rich producer. He is just simply Maxwell. The more she discovers the Maxwell behind the producer the more she falls for him. She simply loves him with all his fears, difficulties and insecurities.

They remain standing there for a while until Maxwell decides to descent to the shower as well. Leaving Fran to change in to something stunning for the night in the club.

Fran has taken a nice short dress with her. Mark had told her it wouldn’t be the place to wear a gala-dress, so she thought of something more “Copacabana’. Colourful, sexy but elegant.

The hot water burns in Maxwell’s skin, he has to add more cold water. He doesn’t understand. His skin is usu not not so sensitive when it comes to hot water. At home he is used to taking quite hot showers. When he steps out of the booth, he looks in the big mirror above the sink. Oh my God, he looks at his body, his skin has turned bright red.

He binds a towel around his mid-section and walks into the room where Fran is just pulling her hair up. She sees Maxwell coming in through the mirror and lets out a loud scream. “Mr. Sheffield! You are as red as a lobster!”.

“Yes, yes I know” he mutters while walking towards his suitcase.

“I told you so mister” she starts with her hands on her hips. “The sun is so much stronger than you think.

Maxwell rises up from rummaging through his clothes. “Yes, yes I know. Is that what you want to hear? You were right. Like always”.

“That’s why you should always listen to me!” Fran has a mock smile now on her face but Maxwell doesn’t see it. He is again caught up with searching desperately through his clothes.

He finally retrieves a light white cotton polo shirt.

“Oh no mister” Fran walks over to him. “I am gonna treat your skin first. You cannot just clotclothes over a skin like that.”

“Come on Miss Fine” Maxwell starts straightening out the polo shirt in front of him.

“Didn’t you just say that I am always right” Fran touches him by the shoulder.

“Auuch, Maxwell jumps up in pain.

“See? You need some treatment. That red skin will drive you crazy. Come on lay down on the bed.”

Maxwell looks at her and reluctantly lowers down to the bed. Laying flat on his back.

“Fortunately I have some very good after sun lotion which will moisten your skin again so the pain will be less evident. If you’re lucky, you’ll have a nice tan tomorrow.” Fran retrieves a big tube of cream from her beauty case.

“Well, we’ll just see about that” Maxwell mutters unconvinced. He doesn’t like being fussed over. He had always managed to do things his own way but yet Miss Fine always had some different ideas about how to handle things. The worst part was indeed that she was usually right. Every time he ignored her advice, everything went wrong and she would come out smelling like a rose. He absolutely hates it when that happens. But somehow he admired her wisdom as well. He found himself considering to follow her advice more and more.

Maxwell feels the cold cream on his burned chest. It does feel good. Her slender hands reach out to divide the cream over his body.

She does like to fuss over him, he knows that. The way she always straightened his tie, making sure he got out of the office enough, enjoyed enough meals. Sometimes she was more HIS nanny than his children’s. Although he always protested against it on the surface, deep down inside it felt good. As a young child no one ever really treated him with this kind of care. It felt awkward to have it now, being over 40 but he couldn’t help liking the care and gentleness she had towards him.

Fran looks down at him while she spreads out the white cream over his chest. She feels his skin burn under her finger tips, but she isn’t sure if it’s because of the sunburn or just because it’s him. She had enjoyed the treatment he gave her earlier on the beach. She had lost herself in his touch and allowed all kinds of erotic fantasies to run freely. If he only knew what she was thinking while he was innocently caring for her skin. Although, she knew it was not completely innocent. The way he had touched her was beyond a normal friendly ‘shall I rub some sun cream on your skin’ gesture. Now is her chance to touch him and find out his sensitive spots. Well, everything is sensitive now….

She slowly slides her hands over his chest, trying to be as gentle to his skin as possible. She feels the muscles in his skin tighten. He feels hard underneath. She was already delighted to see him in his tight trunks. Not exactly the body you would expect from a businessman. Maybe working-out was how he released the sexual tension.

Her hands slide gently over his nipples. She hears him gasp. Well, that is sensitive area number 1, she thinks to herself. Her hands are stroking his stomach now. She moves her hands a little to his hips and softly rubs in the cream. She watches hiss jaw tighten. Her actions seem to have effect. She moves her hands to his lower belly where she can finally touch those sexy little black curls.

Maxwell feels his body tighten. Despite the coolness of the m, hm, he feels burning hot. Fran’s hand’s are stroking places he can only imagine in his wildest fantasy. Her touch is soft and gentle, contrasting the aggressive side she had shown on the staircase last week. He couldn’t help but feeling drawn to this mixture of tenderness and pure raw lust. Those soft hands could caress his body like it is the most precious treasure in the world, but can also pull at his hair to bite his lower lip or push his mid-section into her own.

Suddenly he is well aware of his thoughts and the position he is in. Only a soft white towel, prevents her from seeing him entirely and the state he is in, the towel won’t hide so much.

Fran looks down at the towel as she continues to tickle the skin right above it. She is pleased with what she sees. It feels good to have this kind of effect on him. She wishes he would let himself go. Just let him give in to what is natural between them. His ratio always seemed to pull him back when his body was following it’s own path.

And that’s just what happens now. “Uh, I think I am cooled down ” Maxwell says, trying to rise up.

Fran curses to herself. Why did this always happen? If it were for her, she would throw that towel off and ravish him right there. But it would scare him to death, she was sure of that. Just her luck to fall in love with a man who was scared of intimacy. Her past boyfriends were more the contrary. They were all over her on the first date, she had to push them away with a stick. Maybe that was just the reason she felt so comfortable around him. She knew he would never do anything against her will. He didn’t do much that followed her will either… If he only knew how much she wanted him to…

Maxwell takes his polo shirt and puts it over his head. “Thank you Miss Fine, I feel so much better!” he says cheerily putting his wet hair back in order.

She smiles at him. “Tomorrow you won’t feel it anymore”.

Maxwell holds her smile. He then lets his eyes travel over her clothes. “Sorry, I forgot to compliment you on your dress when I just came out, but you look absolutely stunning.”

Fran flashes him one of her brightest grins, he came to love so much. She stands up and walks round the bed to model the dress for him.

“You like?”

He lets his eyes roam over her body. The dress has a low but just decent cut which makes her breasts come out perfectly. Looking at them, he can instantly feel them again in his hands. He quickly lowers his gaze to the rest of the dress. It’s tight around the waist and a bit wider around the legs, at least the small part of her legs that’s covered. Miss Fine wouldn’t be Miss Fine if the dress wasn’t alluringly short.

“You’ve already got yourself a nice tan” with this compliment he tries to hide his appreciation for her legs.

Fran walks a bit closer to him. “That’s what you get when someone rubs the cream in so thoroughly” she stretches the last word to emphasise it, looking down at Maxwell who is sitting on the edge of the bed.

He looks up at her and smiles shyly “well, I didn’t want you to get burned like me”.

Fran bites her lower lip and looks naughtily at him. He is absolutely adorable this way. His hiding is so transparent to her. She reaches out to his hair and lets her hand slide through his wet strands. They feel silky soft. She bents forwards towards him.

Maxwell feels his cheeks get even warmer when her mouth gets closer to his ear. Her han now now resting between the small curls in his neck.

She speaks in a soft whisper. “If you behave tonight, I’ll let you do it again to me tomorrow, front And back”

Maxwell swallows holding absolutely still. “On the other hand…” she whispers again. “If you don’t behave, I’ll might let you do it again tonight. But then we won’t be using sun cream’.

With that she rises again and walks to the mirror. “Now, let’s just get this make up fixed” she casually says as she sitwn awn and grabs her mascara.

Maxwell still sits still, looking at her. He shakes her head. What was he thinking? Coming here with her and just have a few casual days as ‘friends’? It all seemed so easy when he thought of it back home. But here, the both of them not being interrupted and she …. With so little clothes on. How could any man behave himself with her? And now she had him thinking of a combination of whipped cream and her sun tanned skin. Oh how he would love to give into his fantasies. If he would, he would walk up to her now and lay his hands on her shoulders. Then he would bent down and kiss her neck. He would kiss her there so softly, not ignoring a single spot. She would tilt her head back and moarn slightly like she always did. He loved the little sounds she made when he touched her. Then he would let his mouth travel to hers and he would kiss her. God, he would kiss her like she has never been kissed. He would make her forget all the man she has ever kissed before.

“Mr. Sheffield” he hears in a distance.

“Mr. Sheffield come on, we will be picked up in 15 minutes.” It is Fran calling him out of his dreamy state.

“Uh yes yes..” Maxwell gazes at her. “Yes, I’ll be ready”

He quickly pulls on a pair of sand coloured trousers and socks. Then he sprinkles himself with Aramis, which he knows she loves, and puts his hair in order.