She opened her eyes, disappointed by the familiar sight of the barn and field dotted with sheep. She closed her eyes, trying to go back. It was one of those dreams you wake up from, wishing it had been real.
It had felt so real. She thought of his smell. The gentle touch in his strong hands, pulling her close. The feel of his enormous cock, pressing against his jeans, as if calling for her.
She saw his face. They were in his truck. It was fall, the leaves just starting to change color, but the air was still hot and humid. She wore tight blue jeans and a sheer black top. A bright pink bra strap peeked out from beneath a tight black tank top.
He was wearing jeans and a blue plaid button down.
His thumbs tapped nervously on the steering wheel. They were at the end of a dirt road, backed into a patch of trees, looking across a field almost ready for harvest.
"It's not what I want, but it's best," he said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
She noticed neither of them were wearing their wedding bands.
"I know," she said, turning to look out the passenger window.
"Hey, look at me. This isn't goodbye," he said.
"Sure feels like goodbye," she said still staring out the window, tears beginning to well in her eyes.
He reached across the seat for her hand and pulled her close to him.
"Give me a hug," he said.
She did, reluctantly at first and then tightening her embrace. She slipped her hand onto the back of his neck and he breathed in deep. He ran his hand down the curve of her waist and slipped his hand into the back pocket of her jeans, grabbing her firm, round ass.
A tiny moan escaped her and she brushed her cheek against his neck. He squeezed harder and pulled her onto his lap. His cock was bulging against his jeans and she leaned into it, looking down and placing her hands on his chest. He leaned down and kissed her. Their lips parted and tongues met. She moaned again. Her noises drove him crazy.
Rocking against him, she placed one hand under his shirt and the other behind his neck. They kissed each other hard, not able to get enough of one another.
"I'll always want you," she whispered, leaning down to kiss his neck.
Her hair smelled sweet.
"I'll always want you too," he breathed.
He moved his hands back towards her waist and then down inside her jeans, feeling her smooth skin, gripping her ass tight. She kissed him again and leaned back to look into his eyes, endless blue. He looked at her. She bit her bottom lip and tugged on the buttons of his shirt, leaning back. He undid the button on her jeans and pulled them over her ass, turning them inside out. He tossed them on the seat beside them.
Her panties were black and sheer. He ran his thumb down the front, brushing her clit. She was always wet and eager for him. He moaned. So did she.
She unbuttoned his shirt. He slipped his hand inside her panties, then a finger into her wet pussy, then another. She kissed him, reaching to unloosen his belt. She unbuckled his jeans and lifted herself up so he could let them fall around his ankles.
His cock sprang out as he slipped out of his boxers. She stared at it hungrily. She took his still shaft in her hand and worked it up and down, looking at him while she did. His eyes were closed, he moaned.
