“I’m sure they are. I’ve never gotten one, but if I was going to, it would be a very serious thing for me. It’ll be there forever.”
“At least for the rest of your current life. So do you really want to read the rest of it?”
She looked deadly serious, but also happy, as if she was in a good mood. Nonetheless, I decided to tread carefully.
“I’d really like to.”
She thought for a moment, then said, “Alright then. I need you to answer this totally honestly, and if I feel like you have, I’ll show you the rest.”
Hot damn, I thought to myself. I felt my cock tighten up a little again, good thing we’re seated.
“I’m game.”
“Once you followed me over to that window, I had my back to it, so you couldn’t read shit. What were you staring at the whole time so intently?”
I paused, trying to think of the right way to put it. Fuck it, I thought.
“OK, at first I just thought you looked really joyful and energetic, like you were full of life and just enjoying the moment.”
“And then?”
“Ah… then I noticed I could see through your sweater pretty well.”
She looked down, “Yeah I get that. No bra. I do that a lot.”
“Yeah, I noticed no bra. Then I was trying to see your skin, noticing that it matched your neck. I mean, I didn’t think you had tan lines.”
My mouth was beginning to water in that thick saliva you get when you’re getting aroused, so I swallowed. Her eyes were hazel, and they were burning into me, so I continued.
“Once you became silhouetted in the sunlight, I could make out your… form under the sweater.”
She licked her lips. I hoped that meant she was salivating like I was.
“OK look, I got a little hard when you first stepped in front of me in line. I noticed the tatt and I started trying to read it. I only got so far and you walked off. So I followed and then you started swaying to the music, and looking so free. I couldn’t stop looking at you. Then, when you bent over, and the sun was directly behind you… I could make out… make out your tit under that fantastic hole filled sweater.”
“Go on,” she suggested. I thought I could detect a change in her posture.
“I saw your nipple, against the sun. It looked long, and kinda stiff. It was all I could think of in the world for those moments.”
Jane sipped her cortado with her left hand and extended her right toward me.
“Sniff my finger.”
“Is this the start of a joke?” I asked, squinting one eye.
“Seriously,” she said.
I took a whiff, then leaned in and smelled it close. There was a slight musk. It was deep, and wet, and animal.
“God damn,” I muttered. “Is that–”
“Me. I’ve been touching myself while you’ve been talking. It would have been hard not to,” she smiled as she said this.
I was breathing harder. She touched her fingers to my lips. I inhaled deeply, then closed my lips over her thin fingers. I ran my tongue over them, and then sucked them into my mouth a little harder.
When I finally released her fingers, I said, “I love the taste of you.”
“Tell me more.”
“My cock was weeping inside my pants as I watched you dance, and flex, and bend. You were revealing yourself through the sunlight shining through your sweater. My cock is weeping right now after tasting you.”
“I wonder if there’s somewhere we can go?”
“I’ve got someplace.”
“It’s my truck,” I said as we walked from the shop. I wanted to prepare her or find out right now if she was going to have a fit over my little camper.
“This one?”
“Yes”
“At least the windows are tinted,” she stated, but she looked suspicious again.
“Wait,” said I, opening the gate at the back and gesturing.
“The finest accommodations. I’ve been living back here as I drive around the southwest. I plan to drive all around this part of the country.”
Jane simply smiled and climbed into the camper shell. As she settled in she propped herself on her elbows and lay on her stomach. I scrambled in after, closed the liftgate and the shell door, and sat cross legged next to her. I didn’t want to be accused of creepy again, despite the fact that I already knew what her cunt smelled like.
“Well I guess it’s time to make good on my part of the bargain, Richard!” she said the name with emphasis.
Still I waited. This prompted her to continue, “Move my sweater around. You can read me. You’ve earned it.”
I got to my knees, and used my hands to manipulate the sweater. I slid my fingers under the wool neckline, and moved it from left to right, grazing her skin as I went. I read the first line then reset my fingers back to the left and glided them right to read the second as well:
“An old soul condemned
To live again and again”
At this I stopped, wondering where this was going. Pretty morose thus far. It was also getting difficult to move the sweater without stretching it.
Jane saved me, saying, “Don’t worry about this old thing, I got it from the thrift store, and I stretch it out all the time.”
“Alright, I might need a little better leverage.”
“Sure.”
So I shifted one leg over Jane, slowly, and kind of sat down on the small of her back. She wiggled a bit to get comfortable. I resumed, more aggressively pulling the sweater down to facilitate my reading. I could also feel my cock swelling again as I looked over her, read her back, and smelled her skin.
“An old soul condemned
To live again and again
Joyously seizing each life
While trying to recall before
Was I a doctor or teacher
Or singer or whore”
To read the last lines I had shifted my hands down to her waist and used my thumbs to push up the sweater. I pressed in firmly as I did this, and Jane squirmed and let out a long sigh.
“So you believe in past lives,” I said while continuing to slide my hands up to her shoulders, bearing the entirety of that beautiful back.
“Intensely,” she said, while shifting her arms up over her head.
This allowed me to slide the sweater up completely over her head. I pushed it up to her wrists and left it there. Then I glided my hands back down her arms to her armpits. They were warm and smooth. I was growing fully erect at doing this, and she pressed herself up against me. I shifted back a little and slid my hands to her breasts. I cupped them from underneath and eventually wrapped my fingers and thumbs around those nipples I had seen earlier in the sunlight. I squeezed a bit, and she drew in a long breath.
“I am an old soul,” said Jane, her voice growing husky.
I took the opportunity to graze my teeth over her neck, then I responded, “I can see that. It’s why you move to Janis when you hear her, even though they blew away the lyrics and hid it in an elevator tune for a coffee shop.”
I shifted down further, my cock was in between her butt cheeks now, and she was beginning to grind into me.
“The rhythm always remains the same, you can’t hide it. That’s what I move to. Speaking of moving, this would get easier if you took off my pants.”
I obliged by sitting up and tugging at her waistband. She raised her hips, and I slid my hands around her belly. I tugged at the strings on her waistline. She circled her hips and I worked the strings loose, and using my thumbs I pulled her pants down. As I did this I caught the now familiar smell of her, wafting up from her pussy in the heat of the Arizona day. All I wanted to do was bury my tongue in that, but I had work to do with these pants. The ankles were tight, and I had to shift away from that wonderful smell to peel them off.