“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.
“What do they call these pants?”
“Harem pants, they are super comfortable in the summer here.”
“Are you part of a Harem Jane?” I said as I worked the first ankle free.
“Not yet, Richard,” said again with the emphasis on the name.
“Do you want to be?” I asked as I slipped the other ankle free, at last.
In answer Jane rose and, without looking back, leaned against me and began working with my snap and zipper. She fumbled around, quite deliberately I realized, grazing my cock over and over. Finally she worked the zipper free and tugged my pants down smoothly with both hands. She stopped at my knees, and circled my cock with one hand. She ran her fingers gingerly up and down the length, and found my weeping precum at the tip. She worked her thumb, spreading the glistening precum around the head of my cock. Then she leaned forward, arduously slow and glided her hand over the entire length of me as she flopped forward, releasing her grip. I worked furiously to free my legs from my pants, and stripped my shirt. I wanted to be in contact with this woman!
“Lay on top of me, Richard. Cover me.”
I knee walked up her legs, sat on her thighs and rolled forward, catching myself with my arms and gripping her back. Then I slowly slid my hands up her sides, rolling my cock back to its previous location between her butt cheeks, and pressing my chest into her back. She pressed her ass into me, and we lay there. I was beginning to perspire heavily, and I could smell her perspiration as well. It was spicy, and I was conscious of our wetness as I began to devour her neck. Then I noticed she was licking her fingertips. My glistening precum was being cleaned from them with her tongue. I began to slide my cock back and forth against her ass. I was a bar of steel now, and she circled her hips again.
“Are you a butthole surfer, Richard?” she asked again with the disdainful lift on my name, or at least what we had both come to accept as my name.
“Why don’t you just call me Dick?”
“I will when you deserve it.”
I pulled back a bit, gliding my cockhead over her asshole. As I did so I felt a drop of my precum fall onto her. I paused for a moment, then swirled my tip around her asshole. I felt her stretch forward at this, so I repeated the motion, then I denied her any more. I slid my cock further back, tilted, and then slipped my cockhead between her legs. I did not enter her, I just slowly pressed my cock through her lips, coming out on the other side. She was wet! Juicy wet. Jane began moving, pressing herself up and against me, swizzling my cock about in that wet channel made by her pussy lips around the edges of my shaft.
“Flip, I want you on your back,” said Jane.
I continued moving for a bit, just to show resistance, but then I complied, rolling off to her side. She repositioned quickly, centering me on the futon and straddling my chest. How can I even describe her. She was slightly muscular, with definition on her arms but not her chest. That gorgeous olive skin I had seen under the sweater was glorious when capped by two round breasts. The nipples were slightly upturned, but long and erect, and seemingly large for her breasts. God I wanted to get my mouth around those, but she was already sliding back and forth on my chest. I could feel the inside of those velvet smooth cunt lips against me. I grabbed her waist and just let her ride. Jane had a full bush of hair down there, and the carpet did match the drapes. I could feel the texture of her pubes when she leaned forward, putting pressure on her clitoris and my… nipple. I looked down to realize my nipples were hard too.
“Are you actually getting yourself off on my nipple?”
“Aaaahhhh,” was the reply.
On and on she ground, wetting me with the delicious juice from her cunt, rubbing it across my chest and nipples, then positioning, and rolling her clit down onto my nipple, pressing it into my rib cage. Jane was sweating profusely now, the Arizona day amplified by the camper shell we were in. Drops of perspiration fell from her face and splashed onto my neck and face. I ran my hands up her torso, feeling slick rivulets of sweat as I went. She raised her arms as my hands pressed up into her armpits, where she was soaking wet. I brought one hand to my mouth and licked it, to get the flavor of her. Salty and spiced, and tinged with musk. Despite her paying no attention to my cock I was still rock hard. I was gyrating and moving my hips in time with her grind, as if I was fucking the air.
“God damn!” cried Jane as she shuddered at last, then she collapsed forward and ended up with her cunt just above my face. The smell was overwhelming, and I immediately raised my mouth and slid my tongue into her slot. It was the same animal scent, but now I could taste it fully. I suckled and licked away, pulling as much flavor from her as I could get, and she rolled her hips a bit, giving me the deepest angle. I forced my tongue into her as far as it would go, and mouthed her clit. I slid my hands to her hips and pulled her in, that beautiful wet cunt slathering me.
At last I pushed her away from my mouth, saying, “I need you on me Jane, I need you on me!”
She began sliding down me, bringing her breasts to my mouth, and I wasn’t going to miss a chance to suck those nips. I grabbed one in my mouth and it was as thick and meaty as promised. I pulled at it, and lightly pressed in with my teeth.