“No.” He had a really
nice smile, I thought. Those teeth of his were gleaming, shiny white. “No, I guess not.”
Having said that, I wasn’t sure what to say or do next. How to deal with a super-hot guy you’ve just met and who’s just made you horny as a basket of mink? And knows it. Especially when you’re in the middle of nowhere and both dressed in no more than a pair of sunglasses?
“They’re very nice,” he said. My nipples got even harder as he lowered his gaze to them again. I thought I could feel his eyes, like gentle fingers on my boobs.
“It’s OK, Dale,” I whispered. I was speaking as much to reassure myself as him.
OK, in for a dime, in for a dollar. I let my own eyes roam a bit, glanced down at his lap, noticed that his legs were pressed together. Tightly together. The conclusion was pretty obvious, I thought. I let myself giggle.
“What?” he said.
“Open your legs, Dale.”
There was a long silence. His eyes moved up, locked on mine. We played stare-me for a long five-count, then his knees moved apart.
We laughed together as his cock popped up from where he’d been keeping it locked between his thighs. It was stiff enough that it actually bounced a bit, solid and dark red, its head swollen.
I took a risk, shuffled a handbreadth towards him on the log, leaned over, rested my head on his shoulder, put my army around his waist.
“Talk about bad timing,” I whispered. He chuckled. His hand caught my hand resting on his waist and squeezed. Right then, that was more erotic than if he’d squeezed a boob. My mind swirling, I took a deep, deep breath. It had been a long day…
Without even thinking, bad timing or not, my other hand reached out, caught him halfway up his shaft, stroked it with goose-down touches. I heard him sigh, heard myself echo him when his hand reached out, a fingertip lightly touching one of my aroused nipples, twirled gently around it .
I raised my head to his and our eyes met. I licked my lips slowly. His head came down, his hand swallowed my breast. I leaned up, never so willing, never so ready.
“Down!” he hissed suddenly, his arm pulling me off the log we’d been sitting on. I landed on my hands and knees beside him in the dirt.
“What?” I gasped.
“The truck,” he whispered.
Oh, right. The truck.
Dammit!
I could see it through the bushes when it passed us a minute later, an official-looking crew-cab driven by a red-faced, embarrassed-looking young man in some sort of vague uniform. Erect in the back seat behind him, wrapped in a grey blanket, sat an ancient, grey-haired, birdlike woman with a look of seething indignation on her thin face.
She might have seen me as I waved a little. The truck carried on in any case.
I broke into giggles.
“What?” Dale ‘s voice sounded puzzled.
“Didn’t you see her?”
“Who? I was actually on the ground, trying to not get arrested.”
“They arrested the old lady.”
“The one from the bus?”
“Yes.”
Our laughter was open now. The poor old girl! But, I thought to myself, she looked like she could handle herself and there was nothing I could do for her in any case.
I ran my hand through the hair on Dale’s chest. It felt good; it made me feel tingly all over again. But…
Dale obviously had the same thought.
“Kat?”
“Mmm?”
“I liked that. I mean, I liked that a lot. But we should get going. Somebody else…”
I was already getting to my feet and he didn’t bother finishing.
I was about to scramble up onto the road when Dales’ hand caught my arm. He eased past me and I could see him looking in both directions.
“Gone,” he said.
I nodded silently, shivered inwardly. Yup, I could just visualize myself in the back seat, wrapped in another blanket.
“Thanks.”
“I know, right?”
Those long legs scrambled in the loose gravel, then he was on the road, a hand reaching down for mine. I was standing beside him a second later.
We started at a slow trot along the causeway. I tried to speed up, but had to put my arms under my boobs again, which was kind of humiliating. I stopped thinking about that when a quick side glance showed Dale’s hardness swinging and bouncing in the same way. He wasn’t holding himself, though. I grinned at the sight.
He looked at me, puffed a little, grinned back.
“Nice sports bra, Kat!”
“Looks like somebody else could do with some help, mister!”
He glanced down, laughed, ran his hand over his length. It bounced a little.
I let him get a step or two ahead of me, admired him as he ran. Those long, muscular legs pounding into the gravel, firm buttocks leading up to a narrow waist and broad shoulders. This was what men should look like!
I half-stumbled at the sight, almost stopped moving to be able to watch better. Dale looked back and I sped up, hoping my face hadn’t looked like my body felt.
Running out in the open like that was the longest six or seven minutes in my life and I kept looking over my shoulder the whole time. Half-way across, totally open, at the worst possible place if somebody had come, I was for some reason suddenly more frightened than excited and was having real doubts about the whole thing.
What had I been thinking?
My worries vanished as Dale’s hand found mine and squeezed for just a moment. I looked up at him, saw the comfort and confidence in his eyes and the worries just fell away.
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