Bette – Are you OK?

The blonde turns slightly.

Tina – Yeah … just … still breathless.

The brunette watches the slim woman walk the trail ahead of her with a sense of déjà vu but … there are differences. This time there is silence … and no clothes. The blonde’s movements are soft. Her hips bounce from side to side, wrapped in the small towel, and her shapely legs flow effortlessly through the narrow trail. Her naked body is still burnt into the brunette’s retinas: her milky skin that can turn red in an instant … the sunny color of her shiny hair … her nipples, two pink wild flowers on top of two enchanting snowy breasts … her taut feminine belly … her slim round butt … and her perfectly small triangle of a crotch … light hair, almost reddish. Bette knows her weakness well … there is not an inch of this woman that doesn’t scream female.

Bette – Playing with fire …, she mutters, reminding herself that the producer is straight.

Tina – Huh …?

Bette – Uhh … just … we need a good fire!

Tina – I agree!

And the blonde wraps her arms around her belly. Warmth will end this flutter, she thinks.

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Bette’s cabin, afternoon: When they enter the cabin, Bette grabs a towel and dries herself off.

Bette – Still cold?

Tina – A little.

The brunette gives her a thick robe.

Bette – Here … this will warm you up.

Tina wraps herself in the robe, finally letting go of the towel.

Tina – Thanks!

Bette – Let me get the fire going …

The rancher drops a couple of pieces of wood in the fire and gives it a good shake. The fire comes to life and crackles.

Bette – I’m feeling guilty that I dared you to swim.

The blonde chuckles.

Tina – Don’t! It was … delicious!

Bette smiles. She goes to the bathroom and returns wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top. The producer is standing by the fire.

Bette – Do you want some hot chocolate?

Tina – Sure, let me help you!

Bette – No problem. Just … lie down and cover yourself with that blanket. Soon you will feel warm. You can take a shower later.