Having been raised by step father, José Antonio Domínguez Banderas, Spanish actor, director, and producer, Dakota instinctively reverted to the passionate language when strong emotions were evoked.

Why had Jamie torn himself from her at that moment? The stab of rejection pierced at Dakota so painfully, she was nearly bowled over by emotional and physical anguish.

Dokota picked up the bottle of whisky and blankets they had spread over the lush green meadow with wild flowers to relax in their picturesque surroundings. She looked over the mountainous landscape and reflective fresh water stream keeping her face averted from Jamie.

He had stimulated her to the point of forgetting her sense of self then unceremoniously walked away. In frustration Dakota muttered to herself thoughts that most preoccupied her mind, "Quiero hacerte el amor," 'I want to make love to you'. Q.E.D - it dawned on Dakota that if her feelings were an equation that had to be proven, Jamie had gotten her to admit that she wanted nothing more than to have sex with him. It was physical, nothing more than that.

She had folded the blankets and was standing with her arms crossed, her back to him when Jamie returned with the horses. He pressed the front of his body against Dakota's behind. She didn't respond to his touch.

Getting the message, Jamie took a step away from her, "If we didn't stop, the ramblers...," noticing her quizzical expression over the term 'ramblers' he explained "...hikers over there might have caught us in flagrante delicto, in the act of having sex," he spoke light heartedly.

"What hikers," Dakota asked searching Jamie's handsome features for answers. He looked so much younger without a beard.

He pointed south west of their position, "I think they are headed this way and..."

Relieved it was hikers that made Jamie interrupt their intimacy, Dakota pressed her full lips to his. His words trailed off on her lips. She leaned into his muscular thighs and manhood. Jamie drew a shattered breath, as her tongue caressed his.

Dakota initiating sexual contact, was such a victory it almost made his borderline average golfing skills seem like Tiger Woods at his peak. He buried his hands into her thick, silky hair, savouring the taste, the feel of every sensation her deep kiss awakened.

During filming, Dakota responded to the heat in Jamie's seductive touch. A room of strangers with cameras trained on their every move could not stop or dampen her uncontrollable physical reactions to him. It was different for Jamie. It had only been when they had a few moments of privacy that the combination of her tenderness and his intoxicating sexuality fuelled Jamie's sexual hunger for her enough to show.

She was kissing him outdoors within sight of unknown hikers and there was no detachment. Dakota's left hand guided Jamie's right hand down from her hair, down her neck, down her swollen right breast where it paused for an instant, down her shapely hips and finally under her dress so he could cup her naked bottom. "¡Ay, caramba!" Dakota exclaimed to herself in surprised delight.

Jamie held Dakota tight against his muscular body and his impressive manhood. As Dakota caressed his tongue with hers, he trembled at the thrill of her penetrating his mouth. One of her feminine hands caressed his well formed behind inching towards the inside of his thighs. Dakota stopped just before her hand reached his straining manhood. Her devouring kiss held promise, promise of mind blowing orgasm.

Jamie had never wanted to feel or taste anyone more. It didn't matter that the hikers were getting closer, he wanted to penetrate Dakota's feminine moist core with a rhythm that would make her cry out with need for him then collapse in his arms having achieved ecstasy. "This is the welcome I longed for at the airport," he whispered when she let him catch his breath.

"Good," she replied, "because I'm going to make you 'cum' in the next few minutes." Dakota had a naughty glint in her eye.

"We can't do it out here," Jamie looked pointedly at their open surroundings. Although a little unsettled by a younger woman taking charge, he found it irresistibly attractive. He saw Dakota start removing the saddle from her horse and replace it with two thick blankets.

"What are you doing," Jamie asked incredulously.

"When was the last time you rode bareback," she winked making Jamie catch his breath. His first thought was sex without a condom. But watching Dakota unfasten the saddle, her meaning slowly dawned on him, riding a horse without a saddle.

"You're going to get us arrested for indecency," he said cautiously.

"I thought you had a taste for the risqué Jamie," exclaimed Dakota.

Before he could reply, Dakota secured the horse Jamie was riding to hers then gestured for him to mount her horse.

Jamie did so with practiced ease. Extending down his right hand that rippled with muscles, he pulled Dakota up onto the horse. Having been riding since she was a child, Dakota centred her balance. She positioned herself so her back was pressed right against Jamie's front. She then gathered the reins and urged her horse to trot. The rhythmic motion made his crotch rub against her shapely derrière. With every movement, Dakota used her naked shapely legs to control the horse that she sat astride. Jamie was so close enough to breathe in her fresh body scent from her delicate neck and the hardened manhood pressed tightly against her behind pulsated.

"What are you doing to me Dakota," asked Jamie who was doing all he could to remain firmly in control.

"Nothing," she whispered coyly.

Jamie was decisive. He would make her 'cum' in broad daylight.

"We can be discreet about that big hard-on against my spanked behind if you pull the bottom of my dress over it."

"Bugger me woman," he swore.

"I could be tempted to do just that," she retorted.

Jamie gasped at the audacity of her statement, "Curb your naughty tongue, it isn't helping."

"Make me," Dakota taunted desperate for him and reaching one hand to feel the weight of the bulge pressing against her behind.

"Oh God," he said thinking about the pleasurable spanking he gave her in the public restroom. He should discipline her.

"Have you found religion...," she was tormenting him with pleasure.

Dakota who was sitting in front of him and couldn't see his face smiled at the sexual frustration evident in his voice.

"Dakota," Jamie interrupted her, his voice husky, his breath warm on the neck he had just wet kissed.

"Do you want me to dismount," her voice was also thick with emotion, she so desperately needed him. Dakota didn't want to interrupt their light hearted teasing and sexual activity.

"No," Jamie was firm. Throwing all caution to the wind, he pulled the hem of her short dress all the way up so her behind was exposed. Dakota leaned forward so he could see more of her rosy bottom. Balancing his weight on his thighs, Jamie unzipped his jeans. He removed his erection and rubbed it vigorously against her naked derrière. "Do you feel the sting of my spanking on your cheeky behind," he asked.

"Yes, it's like your palm is imprinted on my butt," she teased.

Dakota nudged the horse into a faster trot and moaned as Jamie's fingers found its way to her front and stroked in a circular motion the engorged bud between her lower lips. She tried to remember to keep still. Jamie preferred as little movement as possible when they were intimate.

As his finger found the moist entrance to her inner core, he kissed her exposed neck then licked it. "Say my name," his breath was warm against her neck and his deep voice urgent.

His words barely sunk into her consciousness. Jamie's fingers were igniting a fire of pleasure that was consuming Dakota's body, causing her to writhe against his muscular body, yearning for...reaching for...the rapture of climax. Jamie met every writhe of Dakota's perfectly formed hips as he strained against her hips driving them ever closer.

"Hmm, Argh...Jamie," her breathing was coming in rapid bursts as Dakota moaned his name as an earth shattering orgasm took hold melding her into Jamie.

Dakota moaning his name triggered Jamie's orgasm. His erection grew thicker, his muscles tensed, gripped in searing, red hot, sensory stimulation poised like an awakening volcano. He ejaculated onto her naked derrière with the force his life essence needed to plant itself into Dakota's moist womanhood.

Their bodies were united in orgasm. It felt like an outer body experience as Dakota leaned back, spent on Jamie's muscular body.

"Are you alright," Jamie asked balancing both their bodies and taking the reins to stop her horse. With one hand he soothingly rubbed his cream into her hips and rounded bottom.

"Oh, yes," she whispered breathlessly, leaning heavily against him. Jamie laughed at the obvious pleasure and indulgence in her voice.

Dakota was one of the few women he knew who could tease him during and make him laugh when spent from orgasm. Arousal had made Jamie overcome inhibitions about sexual activity with the possibility of people close by watching them.

Dakota smiled triumphant at the achievement. If Jamie could have sex with her in broad daylight in wide open space, he could do it when they were back on the film set. In the mean time, Dakota was in the arms of her co star, her inner core still contracting from orgasm. Every inch of her body alive with where Jamie's hands and mouth had been yet her conscience pricked.

"Where did you learn to do that," he asked suddenly curious. His manhood was against the naked skin under her dress.

"A woman should have her secrets," she replied cautiously. Jamie knew Dakota was liberal minded about nudity and sex in a long term relationship. Not being open about their intimacy aroused his curiosity. They had never been any awkwardness talking about sex, but then again, she had not been engaged before.

"I'm a little jealous of your fiancé," he deduced Matt was the reason she wasn't opening up.

"And I'm little jealous of you."

"Do you want me to tickle it out of you," he physically enjoyed tickling her and was well aware, how quickly Dakota yielded to being tickled. He had to be careful when she thrashed about irrepressibly. He lazily breathed in her scent and caressed her naked thighs with the palms of his hands.

"If you really must know, it was your wife..."

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