Truth or Dare

They say goodbye to Alexandro and pack out their suitcases in the hotel room. After they are done they decide to go downstairs for a little lunch. Fran has changed into a light summer dress and Maxwell wears shorts, a T-shirt and tennis shoes.

On the boulevard are all kinds of small places where they can eat a sandwich and sit in the sun. After finishing their quick lunch, they continue their way along the boulevard.

“Wow, it’s hot today” Maxwell remarks as he walks besides Fran. All around them people are only dressed in beach clothing and a towel. “Yeah, I think we are a bit too overdressed as well” she laughs looking at their summer clothes. “But I am not getting in my American big bikini. I want one of these skimpy Brazilian ones, just to blend in”.

Maxell looks at some girls passing on roller blades. They wear small bikinis just covering up the necessary. The thought of Miss Fine wearing something like that makes him sweat even more. But it’s all the same quite appealing.

“Well, lets go shopping then” he says cheerfully as he takes her by the hand.

It doesn’t take long for them to find a shop with beach clothes. Fran easily finds a few bikinis she likes and gets in a booth. Maxwell stays outside.

“So, whatta ya think?” Maxwell is just looking through some T-shirts as he hears Fran’s voice. When he turns around, he can hardly breathe.

Fran stands there in a very small orange bikini, showing her perfect figure. “No good? Is it too small?” Fran asks as Maxwell just continues to stare, not being able to speak.

“No…” is that his own voice? “No, it’s perfect Miss Fine. Just perfect…” he coughs to get his voice back to normal. But how can he help it? She looks absolutely amazing. He is sure he has never seen a sexier woman than her. As she turns around and spins for him, he can see the fabric only covering half her buttocks, leaving a lot of flesh to be enjoyed. The same goes for the top. Those little triangles seem too small to cover her entire breasts. The roundings poke out at the edges, like well ed oed oranges.

Maxwell can’t help but continue to stare at her which doesn’t go unnoticed by Fran. Once again he was like a little mouse in her claws. She could read the desire in his eyes and it made her feel like, at that moment, she was the most beautiful woman on earth. And for him she was.

She slowly walks up to him, not forgetting to sway her hips. “If you like it, I’ll let you buy this for me” she says seductively as she traces her index finger along his chest. “But I don’t really feel like walking around in this if you don’t wear real Brazilian trunks”. Her finger moves down to the waistband of his shorts, putting the top just between his skin and the band. She feels a little bit of hair stroking her finger as she pulls at his short a bit, letting the elastic band slap back to his stomach.

Maxwell looks down at her. She is so much smaller than him when she is not wearing heels. Feeling her finger trace down his chest makes his lower body react. His mouth turns dry as she comes close to his apparent arousal. As she lets the waistband slap back to his skin, he finally takes in a big gulp of air, pressing it through his lips as she steps back one step. He slides a hand through his hair. How could she have so much power over him? It was merely a fact than a question. He darn well knew why. She was his ultimate fantasy and seeing her with hardly any clothes on was too hard to digest.

“Uh…. If you can find something for me”.

Fran smiles at her boss. He is just so adorable. The way he had looked at her made her confident about the outcome of this trip. Now it was her turn to go speechless.

Fran quickly changes back into her summer dress and starts looking for a nice attire for Maxwell. She sorts out a pair of sexy blue trunks and gives it to him. Maxwell uneasily enters the booth and takes off his clothes. He looks at the small piece of fabric and wonders what it will exactly be able to cover.

“Are you sill alive” he hears Fran’s voice from outside the booth. She seems impatient.

“I was just wondering if you were sure you gave me an adult size” he remarks sarcastically looking back at the piece of fabric gain.

“Oh, Mr Sheffield don’t be shy. Just put it on and let me judge if it looks good.” Maxwell grumbles a little at these words but decides to try them on nonetheless. As there is no mirror in the booth, he has no clue how it looks on him, but looking down he can see that it barely covers everything it needs to cover. Fortunately his arousal has eased down, but how long will it take to show off in these tight trunks with her near in THAT bikini.

As he steps out of the booth he sees Fran’s eyes looking him appreciatively up and down, biting her lower lip. “Hmmm, if I had known my boss looks like this without clothes on, I would have picked up sleep walking.” Fran was not really prepared for the feeling it gave her seeing him like that. It was long ago since she had seen him in the shower and she wasn’t in love with him at that time. But seeing her dream man right now, barely naked in front of her, made her body react more than she wanted. Thank God she had already taken her bikini off, so her reaction wasn’t too obvious, but how would she be able to stay sane with him on the beach?

Maxwell feels ten feet tall watching her reaction. He turns and checks himself in the mirror. It does actually look good on him. He had spent some time working out lately and it clearly shows off.

“Turn around” he hears Fran‘s voice ordering him. He looks at her raising his eyebrow. “Excuse me, Miss Fine?”

“Turn around. The front looks good but I have to check out the back as well.” She has regained her composure and she just wants to see his tush in that skimpy clothing.

Maxwell just smiles and turned his back to her, letting her enjoy the view for a short while before turning towards her again. “And….. you like it Miss Fine?” he raises both his eyebrows now smiling his best smile. Fran melts right away. “Ohw yeah, very much Mr. Sheffield. Very much.” She says biting her lower lip again while she watches him getting back in the booth.

They go back to the hotel to change into their new bathing clothes but still put a shirt over their bare bodies. Together they go down with two towels, planning on enjoying the biggest part of the day on the beach.

As their feet touch the warm sand a man walks up to them. “Hello, me Fernando. I have beach chairs, 5 Reais por persoa” he says pointing at a collection of beach chairs under cotton roof.

“Sim, We’ll have two chairs, por favor” Maxwell says as he puts up 2 fingers just to make sure the man understands him correctly.

“Ohw, I love it when you speak Spanish.” Fran says as she casts him a big smile.

“It’s Portuguese Miss fine, but thank you! Mark learned me a word or two before we went.”

“Whatever it is, it sure sounds sexy”.

Maxwell can’t suppress a smile as he watches Fran follow Fernando to an empty spot on the beach.

Fernando plant down 2 chairs and a parasol in the middle. “If you need a drink. Call me” he says before walking to his next customer.

Fran and Maxwell sit themselves down in the chairs, taking off their shirts. In silence they watch the activities on the beach. A few guys are playing beach volley, children are in the waves with bodyboards and others just sleep in the bright sun.

Fran feels her skin burning under the sunlight. She retrieves some sun cream from her bag and starts rubbing it on her leg.

Maxwell casts a glance at her as he notices some activity in the corner of his eye. Before he is aware of what he says it has already come out. “Oh, let me do that Miss Fine, it’s easier”.

He can’t believe how obvious he is. It’s a classic. Man rubbing in girl on the beach trying to seduce her. What if she thought he was trying just that? But one look at Fran and her cheerful reaction to his offer makes all his thoughts disappear.

Fran lays back in her chair and closes her eyes, handing the sun cream to Maxwell. He turns his chair so he has full access to her body. Before he starts with the cream he can’t help but looking at her again. The colour of her bikini makes her skin look even softer and more alluring than ever. Oh, don’t go there. He thinks to himself. Just get some sun cream on her and get it over with.

He starts with her leg. Lifting it up with his left hand and pinching the bottle of cream with his right. Fran groans a little when the cold cream falls on her hot skin. Maxwell puts his hand in the cream on her leg and starts dividing it over the under part of her leg.

‘Don’t forget my feet” Fran says still having her eyes closed. “I always burn them in the sun.”

Maxwell shifts his attention to her foot and puts some cream on top of it. He softly rubs it in her warm skin.

Fran suppresses a groan again. She feels her body reacting just from him rubbing her foot. His hands are tickling lightly over her skin, causing a shot of electricity to run through her.

Maxwell looks at Fran’s face while his hands move up to her ankles. Her lips are slightly parted and shimmering with moist. He has to fight the urge to give her a long lingering kis her her more than sexy mouth.

He brings his attention back to her leg again, moving slowly up to her knees. When he is finished there, he takes the bottle again to put some cream on her upper leg.

How many times had he fantasised of touching and stroking her legs? Every time she sat on his desk, crossing them alluringly in front of him he dreamt of caressing them, feeling her hot skin beneath his fingertips. With the cream his fingers actually glide over her soft skin, making it even more sensual than in his fantasies.

He softly rubs the cream into her skin. His hands glide a bit to the inside of her thigh, where he slowly moves the cream up to where her leg ends.

Fran feels his hands getting close to her sensitive spot, trying to fight all the feeling centred in there. She parts her legs a little more, giving him more access. Her whole body is tinkling now from his touch.

Maxwell watches Fran as his hands move up to the side of her bikini pants. He sees her biting her lower lips again, like she did in that store. As he moves his hand around the edges of the fabric, she arches her back a little groaning silently. ‘Oh my God, she is so turned on by this’ races through his head. Fran ls hes her back again into the chair and licks her lips. “I also have another leg Mr. Sheffield” it comes out of the back of her throat, sounding awkwardly low for her. Maxwell can’t help but keep staring at her as he leaves his chairs and sits down on the other side of her, with his knees in the warm sand.

With the bottle of cream he paints a long line from her bikini pants to her feet, the cool liquid causing goose pimples on Fran’s skin. Then he slowly rubs it in again like he did the the first leg, not taking his eyes off Fran’s face. He can tell she gets more excited by the second, just like him.

It was a dream, to be able to touch her like this and still making it seem innocent. After all it IS innocent because he’s just putting some sun cream on her. But the effect on both of them is too evident to ignore. Maxwell feels his lower body responding immensely to this situation. Which isn’t exactly convenient in the trunks he is wearing.

As he is done with her legs, he shifts his attention to her stomach. Still on his knees he bends over her body to squeeze some cream on her belly. The white cream directly slides to the lowest place, being her belly button. If it were anything other than sun cream he’d use his tongue to get it out of there but instead he moves his finger softly into her navel smearing he cream around it. Putting a bit more on his hands, he uses both of them to divide the liquid over her skin. Her stomach feels flat and soft causing a tingle from his fingertips to his groin. With a gentle motion he draws circles, right under the fabric of her bikini top causing Fran to give a soft mourn. Encouraged by her sound, he moves both hands to the sides of her waist stroking her gently with his thumbs. He hears Fran’s erratic breathing and moves his hand a bit lower to her hips, reaching under the fabric of her pants. He squeezes her softly there which causes Fran’s hips to reach up from the chair a little.

What was he doing to her? Everywhere he touched her, her skin was burning with desire. His hands so so soft and yet so strong knowing exactly what places to touch. She had never felt like this under the touch of a man and she’d swear if they weren’t in a public place she would jump him right on the spot.

Maxwell had diverted his attention to her chest, rubbing the cream softly into the skin above her top. His face is so close to hers now he can feel her breath on him. It is unsteady and warm with the sweet scent that had come to haunt him in his dreams. To resist a kiss he brings his attention back to her upper body. Her chest is almost done now, except for one part. The sides of her breasts which aren’t covered by her bikini.

He can’t help staring at her breasts. He can clearly see how aroused she is through the orangy fabric. Two dark hardened buts cause the top to stretch a little. He imagines what colour they would exactly be, and how they would feel under his touch. To distract his mind quickly Maxwell takes the bottle of cream again and rubs his hands with it. He slowly brings his hands just beside each of her breasts. He hears a deep intake of breath from Fran as he touches her skin. Slowly he moves his fingers to where her flesh starts to rise. He gently moves around the roundings of both breasts holding his own breath. How long had it been seen he had touched this part of a woman? It had been years. Besides he can’t imagine ever having had the privilege of putting his hand on such perfect feminine features.

Fran doesn’t know how long she has been holding her br. Sh. She just can’t manage to let her body function in a normal way. It had been so long since a man had touched her in the places Mr. Sheffield did. Even so, she has never been touched like this. She can’t believe his masculine hands, which swallow hers as they join hands, are so soft and tender. She knows her desire is evident for him, quite near the place his hands are now. She doesn’t care anymore. It feels good to let him enjoy her body this way. She hasn’t felt like a sexual being for such a long time. Mr. Sheffield seems to bring that out in her again and she just can’t get enough of it.

Maxwell is still caught up in his job of protecting her from the sun. he has put his entire hands around her breast now, softly stroking them. He looks at Fran while touching her like that. She had never looked more beautiful to him than at this moment. He witnesses her jaw tighten as his thumbs trace her firm rounds along the sides of the fabric. He has to stop now. Her entire body is covered with cream now, there is no way he can justify his actions anymore. Reluctantly he lifts his hands from her skin. Doing so a small drop of white liquid spills on her top. Without thinking he reaches out with his thumb to clean the fabric. As soon as he thumb touches the cream he feels her nipple underneath harden even more. “Oh” Fran can’t control a moan and snaps head bad back.

Maxwell quickly retrieves his hand and looks shocked at her. “I am sorry, Miss Fine” he softly brings out.

Fran opens her eyes slowly and smiles at him. “Don’t be” she answers looking lovingly at him. Maxwell starts sweating now. It has gone too far. He shouldn’t have touched her like this. God, he had been drooling all over her. He was the boss and she the nanny. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. He is a grown man and should be able to control his cravings but he couldn’t. He needed to cool off.

“Should I return the favour? Fran asks looking sideways at him.

“Uhm, no thank you, Miss Fine.” He answers distracted. “I will be going for a short swim first, it’s just getting a little too hot for me”.

Fran looks at him as he quickly stands up and walks towards the water. Running from her, again, leaving nothing but his backside for her to enjoy.

“Yeah, it certainly is hot” she mutters to herself watching him entering the water.