The Guardian

Erin blushed when he admitted knowing he had left the bathroom door open. And then he was asking her to sit and taking her leg in his hands. Silly of her really but the thought ran through her mind that she was glad she had just shaved that morning. His hands were gentle on her legs and foot as he examined it, and Erin had to fight to not jump his bones then and there.

Erin swallowed hard when Mike spoke. "I, uh, no I'm sure it'll be ok" she stuttered. Her nipples were hard beneath her shirt and she hoped he couldn't see it. Her hand was on his shoulder as they sat there by her feet and she could feel his hard muscles beneath her fingertips. Her fingertips contracted there on their own.
 
Looking at her at that moment, he knew he was going to violate the rule. He had no doubt.

He felt her grip his shoulder muscle and then squeeze.

Mike leaned in closer. He felt and heard her inhale quickly, but she did not object or run screaming from the room.

His hand left her foot and went to her hair. Just above her right ear, he ran his fingers through the hair. He leaned down further, preparing to kiss those lips that he had been looking at for the past few days.

Erin still did not object.

There lips met.

"Erin!" are you up there?"

It was her father, and the sound of him climbing the steps sounded like explosions to Mike.

The kiss was broken and he collected his things.

As he opened the door to walk out, he turned back to Erin and said, "You will be fine. You will not even know you stubbed your toe tomorrow."

Mike then looked at Mr. Shackleford. "Hey, she got in a rush and banged her foot on the dressor. She is going to ok."

"I really appreciate you guys being around. It makes me feel safe and knowing that she is in good hands is also a safe feeling, Mike."
"Its not a problem, sir."

Mike turned and walked towards his room. Once inside he closed and locked the door.

Then he let out his breath. Holy shit, that was close, he thought.
 
Erin felt the atmosphere crackle as Mike paused. His hand slowly slid up and into her hair and Erin inhaled sharply. He had no way of knowing that his hands in her hair were turning her arms and legs in mush. Her breath was growing ragged. And then he kissed her, his lips were hot and hard against her own, drawing the breath right out of her lungs. Her hand on Mike's shoulder squeezed a bit hard.

Then she heard her father shout. They broke apart immediately, Erin's heart thumping in time with her father's footsteps. Why now? she asked herself.

Mike immediately grabbed his things and hit the door, speaking to her father as he left.

"Yes Daddy?" Erin asked once he was gone.

"I just wanted to see how you were doin, sugar" Blake said.

"Oh, I'm... Fine. Mike's a great bodyguard. He's really good at what he does". Including kissing, Erin tacked on silently.

"Ok, well be careful, ok?" her father said, and Erin nodded.
 
Mike sat on his bed. He had dodged a bullet for sure.

He had come so close to violating the rule. But, the fact was, he would violate it...he would have violated it, no doubt if he had been given the opportunity.

Now he had to deal with the ramifications of that.

But, Erin had not shown any negative response. In fact, she seemed to have wanted it just like he did.
The problem would soon be solved though.

Her father was going on a business trip at the end of the week.

They would be alone on the ranch, as the rest of the security detail would be with Mr. Shackleford.

He would know then, if it had been a fluke.

Mike lay down in his bed and went to sleep, with dreams of a naked Erin, riding him, filling his unconscious mind.
 
Erin lay down in her bed once her father had left the room. She needed to get some sleep. She didn't know what tomorrow would bring but she had a feeling she should be well rested for it. Her dreams were filled with images of Mike. She awoke more than once, her panties wet, her body covered in slick sweat. She glanced at the clock throughout the night and when the clock finally said 5:23 AM she got out of bed and padded to the bathroom.

In there she took a long hot shower; although really she probably should have taken a slow one; but it relaxed her muscles and her mind. When she got back into her room she dressed casually in a pair of worn-in jeans, that hugged her curves and a barrel racing championship tshirt. She pulled on her oldest, most comfortable boots and slowly went downstairs. She had thrown her wet hair into a sloppy ponytail that gave her a youthful look and hadnt applied any makeup, her face looking fresh and radiant.

She poured herself a cup of coffee that the housekeeper had made and went out onto the porch to lean on a railing and watch the sunrise. She wondered if Mike was an early riser or not.
 
Mike gave up trying to sleep. His mind was just to wrapped up with images of Erin.

He got up and got his tooth brush and started for the bathroom. he heard the shower running. It had to be Erin. The image of her naked body, wet and glistening came to his mind.

He went back to his room and waited.

A short time later he managed to get his teeth brushed and he put on a fresh pair of pants and golf shirt. He laced up his desert Oakley boots.

He went down to the kitchen and prepared a cup coffee.

He found Erin on the porch.

He moved alongside of her. They stared at the rising sun together.
Finally, he spoke, "I'm sorry about last night. I was out of line. If you want to get a new security person, I will totally understand."

He was secretly hoping that she would keep him on.
 
Erin heard the booted footsteps come across the porch and then she felt Mike's body heat beside her. He was silent for a while and so was she. She didn't know what to say, if he regretted last night or not.

"I'm sorry about last night. I was out of line. If you want to get a new security person, I will totally understand."

Erin turned to face him. "I don't want a new security guard" she said giving him a small smile. "But I'd understand if you want to leave. You're excellent at your job, and Im sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable last night. I feel safe with you".

Her green eyes searched his gaze, hoping and praying that he wouldn't want to leave.
 
Mike was beaming on the inside.

"Alright! I think later on we should go out somewhere and do some shooting. I want to make sure you can shoot."

He was sure that she could shoot. No one could be Shackleford's child and not have a gun in their hand at some point. He just wanted to be around her.

Mike met with the other security personnel for an after action report on yesterday's events.

They determined that they could have been a little more subtle when they went out. The galloping of the horses probably alerted the shooter to their presence. They also decided that it was not a specific attack. The shooter could not have none who was out. They had been a target of opportunity.

Mike went and got his assault rifle and some ammunition, then he went and found Erin out by the barn.

"Erin, lets go for a ride."

She looked amazing.

They saddled up and rode out to the West.

They found a little hill and set up to shoot into the embankment.

The horses began grazing.

Mike gave her the rifle and moved in close behind her. He smelled the scent of shampoo in her hair.

He moved her body into the proper firing position. He was delighting in being so close to her, feeling her hard body against his. He moved his face along side hers as he talked about sight picture.

He felt her flinch a little as his whiskers scraped her face.

She seemed to melt into his arms.
 
Erin couldn't help but smile back when Mike suggested shooting. "I'm a pretty good shooter" she said, excited about the prospect. She had grown up with a gun in her hand.

While Mike had his meeting Erin cleaned up around the barn a bit. Soon enough Mike approached with his rifle. Her eyes lit up.

"I get to shoot YOUR gun?" she said, as excited as a kid on Christmas. "Cool".

They saddled up, the horses eager to ride always. Wyo was practically dying to run. Then they headed out to the foothills, and Erin couldn't help noticing how beautiful it was around here.

Mike helped her get set up with his gun. He was close behind her as she prepared to shoot. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, could smell him, either his cologne or aftershave. She was hyperaware of every move he made. His whiskers brushed her cheek and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Man, what was it about this man that got to her so bad? She took a deep, settling breath.

She took aim and squeezed the trigger, the gun kicking back and hitting her shoulder, which was still sore from yesterday's incident. The song lyrics "hurts so good" popped into her head and she laughed. She loved shooting and it showed on her face. She had hit her target perfectly and she turned, sending a saucy wink to Mike, her smile radiant.

"Told ya I can shoot" she said, nudging him with her shoulder. "What else can I shoot at?"
 
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Mike actually had a real good time being around Erin.

But he knew the test was coming when her father tomorrow for his business meeting.

He still felt he had come on to strong and was concerned that the young woman was just letting what happened go.

If it was going to go any further, he was going to let Erin make the move this time. That would be a good indicator that she was in to it as much as he was.

That evening, at dinner, they stole glances at each other. At one point, she caught him looking at her, only the slightest smile crossed her face.

After Mike and Mr. Shackleford talked about some coming security issues, not the least of which was the coming race in Houston, now just under 2 weeks away, Mike went up to his bedroom.

He stripped down to his underwear and then sat at the computer to type a report that was due the next day at Headquarters.

He decided that since he would have his report completed and emailed by the end of the night, he would try to get some laps in the pool in the morning.

Maybe he could get Erin to go swimming with him. The chance to look at that slim, fit body in a bikini would be worth it.
 
Erin spent the remainder of the afternoon working on some online college work she'd been neglecting. Around nine o'clock she stood up to stretch. Her father had just popped in to say good night. He was leaving early in the morning and would be gone probably before she was awake.

Erin decided to go talk to Mike, see what the plan was for tomorrow and stuff. She was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants and a tight tanktop that showed off some cleavage. The sweatpants probably weren't sexy unless you liked that "just rolled out of bed" kinda look. She padded to Mike's room and knocked on the door.

She heard some shuffling and waited patiently for Mike to come to the door. The thought crossed her mind that he may be in bed but she doubted it. Then her mind really wandered. What did he wear to bed? Anything? Did he sleep naked? The thought made her blush, and she tried to make the redness in her face go away before he opened the door.
 
Mike heard the soft knock at his door and quickly jumped up.

He grabbed some khaki shorts and pulled them on over his white boxer briefs and pulled a Florida State t-shirt on over his naked upper body.

He padded over to the door and opened it.

Erin stood looking at him.

He was drawn immediately to her chest. Then just as quickly he looked into her eyes.

“Erin, come on in.”

He moved out of her way and then apologized that there were not enough chairs.
“You can sit on the bed. I need to get with the house keeper and get another chair up here.” He motioned towards the still made bed.

“Hey, I am actually glad you came over. I was wondering, since I can’t let you out of my sight during the day and since I would love to get in a few laps in the pool tomorrow, would you want to also?”

Mike had 2 reasons for wanting to go swimming actually. The first was the swim would really stretch out his muscles and he really enjoyed swimming. He actually loved all water activities. He surfed regularly when he was home. He enjoyed water skiing and scuba diving.

The other reason was he was dying to see her hot body in a bathing suit.
 
"Sorry if I disturbed you" Erin replied as Mike opened the door. She had seen his eyes drift to her cleavage and blushed a bit, wondering if maybe she should have put on a sweatshirt or something.

Erin walked over to the bed and climbed onto it, curling her legs under her and leaning against the pillow as she did. Her hair tumbled loosely down around her face and shoulders, unknowingly leaving her scent on Mike's pillow.

Erin smiled when Mike mentioned swimming. "Thats exactly why I came here, I wanted to see what was up for tomorrow. I'd love to swim, I haven't been to the pool in a few days and I could use the exercise".

She gazed across the room at Mike, her mind imagining what he would look like slicing through the water, his body wet and sleek and powerful. She mentally shook the images from her mind and focused on Mike.

"Yeah, that sounds great. I - uh - Well I guess I will see you in the morning" she said, standing from the bed. Mike rose as well.

She hesitated before crossing the room until she was directly in front of him. She gazed up at him from under her eyelashes and then stood on tiptoes, pressing a hard, hot kiss to his mouth. And just like that she spun on her heel and left the room, heading back towards her own bedroom.

Once there she dug through her dresser for bathing suits. She had a few and couldn't remember which ones she liked best so she tried them all on. She finally decided on a bikini she had purchased the summer before but never worn. She had a feeling Mike would like it.
 
The kiss was totally unexpected. It was also very delightful.

Mike felt her succulent, soft lips on his. Mike felt the heat of her body against his, as her breasts pressed into his chest. Their lips parted, and her tongue just grazed his, then she pulled away and left his room.

It was as though Erin was sending a message. Mike was hoping he was getting the message anyway.

Mike had already decided he was going to break the rule if the opportunity presented itself.

The kiss on the lips only reinforced that decision.

Mike locked the bedroom door and then went back over to his bed. He kicked his shorts off and pulled the t-shirt off.

He saved the files on his computer then put it in sleep mode. He turned off the light and then climbed into the bed.

As he dug in, he caught the delicious scent of Erin coming from his pillow. He inhaled deeply. Just the scent of the woman made his cock grow erect.

The image of her laying on his bed moments ago flashed quickly into his mind. That image was followed very quickly with a fantasy image of a naked Erin, writhing on the bed in orgasm as he fucked her.

This was going to be a tough night to get any sleep.
 
Erin fell asleep with images of Mike in her mind. She tossed and turned all night, waking often from vivid sex scenes being played out in her dreams. By the time morning came she was so worked up she barely hold still. She hopped out of bed at the first ray of dawn and went into the bathroom to shower. She knew it was probably silly to shower before swimming but she wanted to shave her legs so that they were completely smooth.

She didn't take long in the bathroom, just enough time to shower and towel her hair semi-dry. She then went back to her bedroom and put on the bikini she had decided upon last night. She covered it with a pair of cotton shorts and a long sleeve tshirt then bounded down the stairs, wondering if Mike was awake or not.
 
Erin was naked. Her hair was splayed over the thick pillows on the bed. She slowly moved her tanned legs through the white satin sheets.

She smiled then said, “Yes Mike…please fuck me…I need it now.”

Mike moved on to the foot of the bed, his cock throbbing at full erection swinging between his legs.

Erin opened her legs wide and he moved between the legs, taking the time kiss her left ankle.

“Mike I need to feel you…” Erin was pleading now. “Please Mike, fuck me…please”

BEEP….BEEP…BEEP…BEEP…BEEP the alarm sounded.

“Goddamnit…” Mike whispered as he sat up.

His cock was rock hard and poking straight up in his boxer briefs.

Mike grabbed some shorts and the t-shirt from the floor and cracked the door.

Trying to keep his hard on hidden if he was observed by anyone, Mike moved to the bathroom.

Mike could hear the shower running. Erin must be in there. He now saw Erin, naked and wet in the steamy hot shower in his mind’s eye.

Mike moved back to his room.

I have got to get this girl out of my head, he thought as he sat down at the computer.

Mike checked his email and found an intel report had been forwarded to him from the intelligence unit.

A text message from a Mexican national living in Texas had been flagged by the Department of Justice. It had been sent to a phone in Mexico. That information was based on the cell tower pings that the message had touched. They believed it was a coded message. It read, “Srry I mssed. Will get anthr chnce later thswk.”

That is not enough to believe the subject was talking about the sniper from yesterday. But he was not going to take a chance.

Mike believed he may have to take steps. If the subject was talking about Erin as the target, then how do they know they will get another chance this week.

Yeah, he was going to have to take steps.

Mike managed to get into the shower. He washed and brushed his teeth then went and put his board shorts on. He had removed his underwear and was going “Commando” under the black and silver board shorts that hung to just above his knees. He got a clean t-shirt, a black one with his unit crest on the left breast and the words, “STAY BACK 100 METERS OR YOU WILL BE SHOT.” in English and Arabic on the back of the shirt.
Barefoot, Mike moved silently down the stairs. He was looking for the house security supervisor.

As he moved through the house he found Erin in the living room.

She had no idea that he had moved into the room with her. She was wearing some white shorts that just hugged her tight ass and a long sleeve t-shirt.

Mike just watched her from his position in the room. What is she doing?

He could see she was doing something with her hands but he could not see what it was.

He watched her closely trying to see what it was she was doing with her hands…
 
Erin didn't find Gary when she went downstairs. So she grabbed a cup of coffee and went to sit in front of the tv. She wasn't paying a bit of attention to the news that was playing. Instead she imagining what Mike's body would look like in just a pair of swimming shorts... Water dripping from his muscled chest... His powerful body slicing through the water. Erin didn't realize that hwe hands had traveled down her body to her pussy. Her fingers were drawing lazy circles around in, still on the outside of her shorts.

In her mind Mike approached her in the water and kissed her, his tongue tangling with hers and their bodies pressed tight. Erin moaned, in the dream an in real life. That real life moan snapped her out of her fantasy and she opened her eyes, her face flaming red.
 
From his position, behind and to Erin’s right, Mike could see her right arm moving slowly in front of her.

As her arm moved, Mike could also see that her tits were swaying with the movement of her arm.

Erin’s head was down as though she was praying, then she threw her head back as though she was looking at the ceiling, but her eyes were closed. Her mouth opened and he saw her nostrils flare.

Erin’s long hair was swaying now, as her entire body seemed to vibrate.

Mike smiled real big.

The young woman was clearly masturbating. Mike felt his cock thicken and swell at the sight of the highly, sexually charged young woman working her own pussy to orgasm.

Her arm movement increased slightly, causing the material of her long sleeve t-shirt to move. Her pink tongue came out and she licked her lips.

Erin’s left hand came up to her mouth and she folded her bottom lip down. Then a soft but audible moan came from her as she again threw her head back, eyes clamped closed.

Mike could not help himself.

He began massaging his hard cock through his board shorts.

Mike then perceived movement down the hall and she slipped silently away and ducked back towards the kitchen.

“Erin. Are you there?”
It was Consuela, the housekeeper coming through the hall.

Mike laughed on the inside, hoping the young woman was able to cum before she got caught.
 
Erin heard Consuela's call and immediately began to straighten her clothes. Her whole body was filled with a sexual charge that wasn't going to go away easily. Her breath was labored as she stood and turned toward the door just as the housekeeper entered.

"Hey Consuela" Erin greeted the woman.

"Oh chica!" the lady exclaimed. "¿Está usted enfermo? Su cara es de color rojo!"

The housekeeper often reverted back to spanish when she was flustered and Erin groaned inwardly.

Of course her face was red, she had just been interrupted about five seconds away from a major orgasm.

"No, no ma'am. I'm not sick, I uh, just got done doing some aerobics exercise" Erin said quickly.

The housekeeper didn't seem to believe her, but walked away anyway, tsking under her breath.

Erin let out a deep breath and then walked into the kitchen, where she came face to face with the man of her fantasies.

"Good morning, Mike" Erin said, mustering up a bright smile and trying to shove the sexual thoughts from her mind.
 
Mike heard the housekeeper talking in Spanish, asking Erin if she was sick.

It took everything he had not to laugh out loud.

Mike moved around to the kitchen.

Then Erin came in and almost crashed in to him. His smile was big and showed his white teeth.

The look in her eyes was priceless.

“Goodmorning Erin. You look…flushed. Is everything ok?”

It was becoming more difficult not to laugh.
 
Erin eyed Mike as she took a step back. "I... yeah I'm fine" she replied. His smile was too bright, it was as if he was laughing at her.

"What's so funny?" she asked, her eyes taking in his swimming shorts. Seemed he was ready to go.

"I'm ready to head to the pool whenever you are" she said, leaning up against the wall and crossing her arms under her chest.
 
"What's so funny?" Erin asked. Mike could not stop smiling.

"It's nothing...you just look....radiant." Mike said. He then said that he was ready for a swim.

Mike went out toward the pool.

The was brilliant, with sun blazing in the sky. The temperature was already hot and climbing to scorching. It was a perfect day.

Once out beside the pool, Mike peeled his t-shirt off. He ran his hand over his ab muscles, then began moving his arms in big circles to loosen up his shoulder muscles.

Mike glanced over his shoulder at Erin, then dove into the deep in. Under the water, he kicked, stroked then glided. He repeated the the manuever until he reached the other end of the pool. While still submerged he touched the wall, turned his body to face back in the direction he came from and returned to the deep end.

Once touching the wall he surfaced, then draped his arms on the pools edge.

He looked at Erin and said, "The water is great."
 
Erin didn't believe Mike's comment for a minute but followed him to the pool anyway. She had to fight to keep her eyes from popping out of her head and her jaw from dropping as Mike pulled his shirt off and rubbed his abs. Her own fingers itched to do exactly the same.

She watched as he dove in and gracefully swam from one side to the other. She admired how fluidly he moved in the water. When he popped back up and smiled at her she decided it was time to cool herself off.

As she pulled her shirt up and over her head, she sucked her stomach in unconsciously, flexing her own toned abs. The tiny bikini highlighted her perky breasts. She then slid out of her shorts too, revealing the rest of her tanned legs. Taking a deep breath she took a few step dover fluidly into the water, mimicking Mike's actions and swimming from one end to the other and back before coming up for breath; the water streaming over her body.
 
Mike watched her pull the shirt off of her upper body. Her stomach was toned and tight. She was amazing to look at.

Her breasts were very prominent and the bikini top did a fantastic job of highlighting the delicious mounds.

When her shorts slid down her toned, tanned legs, Mike felt that familiar stirring in his crotch. Mike made no bones about being a leg admirer.

Erin, now showing her exquiste body in the bikini dove smoothly into the water.

Erin repeated Mike's move and swam the length of the pool underwater. Mike could see she was as avid a swimmer as he was.

When she surfaced, Mike saw one of the most beautiful sights a human male could see.

The water, flowing over her tanned body, created a sparkling from the sun as it shone on her body.

As she surface, Mike stroked with his arms and moved up to her. He moved so close to her that her nipples, covered by the bikini grazed his own.

The only thing he wanted to do was grab her amazing body and pull her to him, to feel her hot skin against his, to feel the bikini covered crotch press against his now thickening cock.
 
Erin was surprised when Mike swam right up to her. He wasn't usually that forward about things, but he swam so close that her hard nipples brushed against his chest, causing her to draw in a shocked gasp.

She didn't move back or make any motion to swim away. Instead she just sat there, floating in the water. Her arms brushed against his, and her legs briefly tangled with his as they both tried to stay afloat.

"You're a good swimmer" she finally commented, breaking the silence. She felt stupid after she said it. She wished she could have thought of something more witty to say.

She glanced at Mike's face, her green eyes making contact with his own, and she could see desire raging there. She had a feeling that same look was mimicked by her own eyes. She took a deep steadying breath.
 
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