Storm Drenched Confrontation

"So, just for the record here... I did not find that guy attractive. Like at all." I pointed out as we high stepped over a low guard railing which separated the woods from the concrete.

"So... you would hayuv sucked him if he was cute?" Charlotte teased me, taking several steps backwards before spinning again and walking beside me with a light step. The overhanging trees didn't do as much for the rain as I would have liked, but they did wonders for the wind chill. Now that we no longer had the ocean breeze blowing across us constantly, I actually didn't feel like I was going to freeze to **** in the rain. A peal of thunder in the distance brought a quick arrest to my motion before I shook away the reflex and concentrated on walking with Charlotte.

"I admitted to kissing a guy. Dammit, the second I do that, every girl thinks that she's gonna get her own personal pair of loving cowboys." I quipped. There seemed to be an old game trail that we were following, which was in somewhat parallel to the road. Occasionally we would hear the sound of a car from the road, but for the most part it was a very private and secluded walk.

"Nope, ah remembah how that movie ended." Charlotte grabbed onto my arm as her foot slipped against a particularly wet patch of pine needles. I don't think she really needed the assist, but it certainly was nice to have her touch me again. "And nothin' personal, but ah don't intend to sit around at home while ya'll go through the whole angst divorce **** cycle."

I wiped a sheen of water off of my forehead, noting that the droplets were larger now, although less frequent. More than anything else the feeling of Charlotte's skin was what I liked. Her top clung to her chest in all the right places, and I could see the effects of the cold on her breasts.

"You're really into film, aren't you?" I smiled, noting that Charlotte had completely disassembled an award winning film in one sentence.

"Nope, really inta tumblah, and they're reallah inta film. " Charlotte joked right back at me. "Ya gotta do somethang at work when waitin' foah somebodah to have a problem."

We walked a bit more, the rain still coming down and making the footing a bit more unstable than I usually liked. The side of the road was a bit lower than the highway, and at the bottom of a shallow ravine, we actually had to do a little bit of leaping to cross over the small stream that ran down the center. Charlotte took all of the motion in stride, and I was shocked to see that she actually seemed to have a smile on her face, despite the splatters of mud that now seemed to adorn her calves.

"Sorry about that. When we get back to the Van, I think I've got a towel."

"Oh fuck tha Van at this point." Charlotte grumbled. "If it doesn't start, ah'm headin back to the cabin for a showah and a nap."

"Could always just finish what we started at the van." I suggested, my eyes roaming over her body once again as I helped her up a slight incline.

"Cold and wet..." Charlotte leaned into me, "and Ah was thinkin' about that text ah saw. So... if you win, what's your plan?"

"My plan?" I asked. "I don't really have a plan, I'm more the blind luck kind of guy."

"Hmmm. Now ah am wonderin' if yoah lyin' to me, Brent." Charlotte grinned at me. "I mean, that IS whut somebodah who planned everythang out to the last detail would say."

"Oh please, could I plan THIS?" I asked and pulled her into an embrace. Her wet shirt pressed against me, and her face turned up happily as my lips came down on hers for a kiss.

Charlotte's lips started out a little chilly, but warmed up very fast as her soaked body pressed into mine. Her hands slipped up under the back of my shirt, and I felt her grip tightly at the skin of my back, her nails digging into me. It felt surprisingly good, the warmth of her against me a wonderful contrast to the chill of the air.

"So... what was the bet... That you get my pussy on yoah cock ...?" Charlotte whispered against my lips, before delving into another kiss, and pressing me backwards. I felt the bark of a tree against my back as she leaned against me, her hands now active lower, gripping the waist of my jeans. "That's an easy one to win... all you have to do is ask..."

I licked my lips as Charlotte's hand moved along the waistband of my soaked jeans, the back of her hand running along my lower stomach.