Untamed Passion

SECRET SURRENDER

Chelsea Richards was a very shy and lovely senior in high school. She was a quiet girl, not much given to parties and socializing, and very determined to pursue a career as a veterinarian. Every spare minute she had was reserved for study, and she augmented her allowance by taking every job she was offered. She especially loved to babysit, because the families she sat for were generally much better off than her own, and she could study in relative luxury in the comfort of their much nicer homes. It was noisy at her house, especially when her brothers were there.

She enjoyed sitting for Blake and Meg Stevens. Meg was kin, pretty, and generous, and she was a friend Chelsea could talk to. Blake Stevens, well, Blake was something very different. There was something about the handsome bastard that was irresistible. She didn’t know if it was his good looks and perfect teeth, the way he made her laugh, or the way he made her feel…special. He always flirted with her outrageously, even in front of Meg. When he drove her home, he always took her in the Ferrari, a car she felt she wore like a dress. It was incredibly fast, and Blake drove it with a casual skill that she truly admired…and going fast, very, very fast, made Chelsea’s knees are weak and her thighs are open. More than once, she’d had to bite down on her lip to keep from shrieking and attacking the handsome devil’s crotch when he took the long way to her house. He loved to go fast, and he seemed to know that she did too. She came once when she looked at the speedometer and saw that it read almost two hundred miles per hour.

She babysat for them on New Year’s Eve, and they were planning to be out so late that they had arranged for her to spend the night. Chelsea had taken a small drink from the open wine bottle at midnight and climbed into the huge soft bed in the guest bedroom. After a few minutes of ruefully thinking about the drive home she would miss tonight, she got up to look out the window at the shiny red Ferrari sitting in the driveway.

South Florida has weird weather. In winter it can be forty degrees outside in the morning and eighty degrees in the afternoon. This year it had been almost freezing on Christmas day, but five days later on New Year, at one thirty in the morning, it was almost seventy-eight degrees outside. Chelsea opened the window wide and let the air flow over her thin nightgown. On an impulse, she lifted her nightgown over her head and stood in the light of the full moon, wearing only a transparent pair of panties. The warm breeze caressed her skin, and the wind rustling the palm fronds was a seductive song that begged her to be out doing something wild and crazy rather than being just her dull, boring self. It stirred something primal inside her, a wild streak she wasn’t even aware she had.

Blake and Meg’s Bently turned in the driveway and parked, and Blake got out to help Meg stagger into the house. Chelsea could tell that he’d had a couple of drinks, but it was totally obvious that Meg was blasted out of her mind. Chelsea giggled, putting her hand over her mouth, and Blake looked up to see her standing nearly naked in the window. Her first instinct was to duck quickly out of sight, but she knew he had already seen her. What the hell, it was New Year’s, and she was feeling wild. She smiled prettily and waved, enjoying the look of naked desire on Blake’s face.

She heard them stumble up the stairs, and she heard Meg’s drunken giggles. In moments, she heard Meg’s loud snores, and then the sound of their shower running. Chelsea didn’t even bother picking up her nightgown, she bounded back to the bed and crawled under the covers.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard a knock at her door.

“Chelsea? Are you asleep yet?” It was Blake. He opened the door to her bedroom and stepped inside. He held a bottle of champagne and two

crystal flutes in one hand and some small object in the other. He walked quietly to her bed. “Are you awake?” he asked again. Chelsea was certain that the smart thing to do would be to pretend to be asleep, but the wildness was still on her. What could happen? His wife was in the next room.

“I’m awake,” she said, sitting up and allowing the sheet to fall away exposing most of one bare breast. She felt the tingles deep in her belly as his deep blue eyes strayed to her boob. He was horny, she could tell by the rising in the front of the pajama bottoms that were all he was wearing…and the way he was looking at her was kind of exciting.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“I thought you might like to toast in the New Year,” he said, offering her one of the flutes. She grinned and reached for it, exposing a single rigid nipple. Chelsea knew she had uncovered it, but a reckless feeling in her demanded that she leave it uncovered…his stare was making her feel sexy as hell, and she loved every second of it. He poured her crystal flute three-quarters full and then filled his own. He held his up and she clinked hers with his, and they both drained their champagne. “Happy New Year!” Blake said as he poured himself more. She extended her flute for a refill.

“No more for you,” he said, “unless you’d rather not drive the Ferrari tonight.”

Chelsea’s jaw dropped, as did the sheet that covered the upper half of her body. “Jesus you’re pretty naked,” Blake said.

“I’m not naked, I’m wearing panties,” Chelsea said, “but if you want to see me naked and spread out like some wanton street whore, the Ferrari is absolutely the right bribe to get what you want!” she exclaimed. She hadn’t stopped to think about what she was saying, it just popped out of her mouth.

“Done,” Blake said, tossing her the keys. “We can drive out to the lake if you like, but you’ve got to do it naked.”

Chelsea knew it was time to stop playing, but the lure of the Ferrari was too much for her. The lake was forty miles away, and it was isolated. It was a fifteen-acre lake with white sand and crystal blue water, and the Stevens had a charming summer cottage there.

“What about Meg?” Chelsea asked him.

“Meg is toasted,” Blake chuckled, “I had to pull her out of Chesterton’s bed to bring her home! I think she fucked half of South Florida tonight.”

Chelsea looked at Blake in shock. “It’s no big deal,” Blake shrugged, “we don’t do it all the time, but we belong to a swinger’s group.” Chelsea’s eyes widened. Blake stood up and tugged at her hand, “Come on, let’s go!”

Chelsea was tempted to stay in bed, but Blake was insistent, so she climbed out and stood in front of him wearing only her panties. “Go

ahead,” he said, “take ’em off…you said you’d get naked if I let you drive the Ferrari…” Chelsea glanced out the window at the fabulous car, and, throwing caution to the wind, stepped out of her panties. It was her secret surrender. Blake was speechless, opening the bedroom door and waving her out of it. When they got to the door leading to the garage, Chelsea sprinted the rest of the way giggling. She was honestly getting a thrill running

around the yard naked.