"Thanks," Eve muttered. She stepped away from Ruth, lifted her chin, and called out, "Everybody in the bus. It's field trip time."
We all piled into a decommissioned school bus, once a yellow monstrosity but now painted sky blue. I hadn't noticed the bus on the property yesterday, but Ollie had explained that Eve kept it on the far side of the guest house, hidden in the shadows of tall trees. She didn't want a bus to be the first thing her guests saw when they arrived at the resort.
The afternoon had turned warm but not so hot we would be uncomfortable in the bus during the drive into town. Besides, someone—Eve, I suspected—had opened all the windows sometime earlier to let in fresh air. The vinyl bench seats had been reupholstered with soft beige fabric and seemed to have acquired more cushioning than any school bus I'd seen before. The benches featured seat belts too. Eve did everything she could to make her guests feel comfortable and safe. It was no wonder they kept coming back to this place.
Every bench seat had at least one person occupying it by the time I stepped onto the bus. I scanned the interior, looking for a good place to sit.
Ollie waved at me. He had taken the front seat on the left side.
I nodded to him.
He scooted closer to the window and patted the seat beside him. "Take a load off, Val. This bus isn't exactly a Ferrari, or even a Chevy Volt, so it's a longer ride to town than if you were in a car. That's why Eve made the seats cushier and had better shock absorbers installed." He patted the spot beside him again. "Take a load off."
"Thank you." I settled onto the seat. "Does Eve organize a lot of field trips?"
"At least one a week. She likes to give us something to do other than sit around naked and contemplate our navels."
"Can't say I've spent much time doing that. My navel isn't that interesting."
"Belly buttons are weird, aren't they?"
I hadn't seen Eve's belly button yet, but I had a feeling her navel would be as sexy and fascinating as the rest of her body. The thought made my cock stir.
Quentin stomped onto the bus and dropped into the driver's seat. He flashed me a tight frown.
Eve bounded up the steps and faced her guests. "Everybody ready to go?"
Heads nodded. Voices murmured.
"Good," she said. "Buckle up, guys."
While everyone else secured their seat belts, she glanced around as if looking for something.
"Forget something?" I asked.
"I'm looking for a place to sit."
I patted my thigh. "My lap is available."
She clamped her lips between her teeth, clearly struggling not to smile.
Ollie hopped up. "Take my seat, Eve. I'll hang with Fred."
Before Eve could respond, Ollie squeezed past me and trotted toward the rear of the bus.
"Well," I said, "looks like you're sitting with me. Do you prefer the window or the aisle?"
"I'll take the window."
She sidled past me, and I got a close-up view of her bottom sheathed in those skintight pink jeans. Resisting the urge to palm her cheeks tested my willpower, but I managed to restrain myself.
Quentin started up the bus. It lurched forward.
Eve grasped the metal bar that separated our seat from the steps.
I placed a hand on her hip to offer support.
She raised her brows at me but settled onto the seat, sticking close to the window, careful to keep a gap between us.