"Let's go to Sabino Canyon and fuck," Vicky said. She was sitting on the sofa, legs crossed, sipping some iced tea. "To celebrate Earth Day."
It was March, hot already in Tucson, mid-80s. Vicky sat there in shorts, her tanned legs smooth as marble, looking at Tommy with a raised eyebrow.
"It's closed," Tommy replied. He was fixing some lunch. Salads with garlic and tomatoes, a touch of a chili vinaigrette. "Mountain lion, remember?"
"So."
"So that means there are no trams," Tommy said, bringing the two bowls of salad to the kitchen table. "Lunch is ready."
Vicky got up from the couch, Tommy watching her out of the corner of his eye, knowing that wasn't the end of it. Knowing Vicky, once she had her mind set on sex, wasn't going to let it go. Especially after she had decided to have sex in a public place or, in this case, state owned land.
"So we hike it by foot. We don't need a tram. We're going up there to fuck, remember?"
How could he forget? Ever since he had started dating Vicky, six months already, the sex had been varied, intense, and very often, public.
"What about the mountain lion?"
"What about it?"
"Could be dangerous," Tommy said, regretting it the moment it left his mouth.
Vicky raised another eyebrow. "When do we leave?"
*
She was giving him a blow job. She liked to stick his cock so far down her throat she would come up gagging. She liked to have him hold the back of her head, tell her, "Just a few more seconds," before he'd let go and she could come up for air, turned on with that fucking look in her eyes like she was drunk with lust, desire. Then she was forced down again, he could actually feel the head of his cock buried against the back of her throat.
"You like me to suck your cock like this, don't you?" she'd ask, looking up at him, sliding her saliva covered hand over his cock, licking his balls. Tommy simply grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock back into her mouth.
She liked him to be rough. He figured that one out the first time they had sex. Their second date, in a movie theater up at the Foothills mall, watching The Departed, sitting way up at the top, she had reached into his pants and pulled his cock out. She stroked him with her right hand and leaned into his arm, rubbing her breasts into his shoulder, whispering in his ear she wanted to suck his cock, "right here in the movie theater." She slid down out of her seat and took his cock in her warm mouth. His hands instinctively fell into her hair, the heat of the moment making him a little more aggressive than normal, but she was responding to it, getting into it. He grabbed a handful of hair, actually pulled it, testing his limits, but there didn't seem to be any limits with Vicky. The harder he pulled the harder she sucked, until he couldn't help himself and came in her mouth.
Later, minutes, he had his hand down her pants and felt, for the first time, her warm pussy. He had always liked the feel of a woman's pussy. There was nothing like it. The fleshy softness, the hair, the lips, all designed by God or nature to lure him and his fellow compatriots to desire it, want it, need it, die for it.
Vicky's pussy was warm and wet, telling Tommy she had been turned on by sucking his cock. He slipped a finger inside and she moved her hips up out of the chair, trying to grind against his hand. Tommy moved his finger out and up over her clit, back and forth, in and out, until Vicky clutched his hand and came.
*
He could bring his pistol, a Glock 9mm. Probably wasn't enough to stop a mountain lion, at least with one shot, or two for that matter, but he'd feel safer. How fast are mountain lions anyway, he thought? He was a pretty good shot. He had blown the shit out of some gallon milk containers filled with water, out in the desert, from fifty yards or more. Plenty of time to down a charging mountain lion. Did they charge?
Tommy knew he was just rationalizing the whole deal. He really wanted to take Vicky up to Sabino Canyon and fuck her under the warm sun. Have her sit up on a boulder, legs spread, her hands on the back of his neck shoving his face into her pussy, telling him to stick his tongue inside her, lick her ass. Jesus, he'd shoot a elephant for that.
"We could cut up through Bear Canyon Trail," Tommy said, a forkful of salad awaiting to be eaten. "Get into the canyon that way. It's a long hike, but probably unrestricted."
She placed a hand on his, "I knew you wanted to fuck me up there, didn't you?"
"The thought crossed my mind."
"I can tell," Vicky said, placing the same hand on his erection. "Just thinking about me up there, naked, sucking your cock or you licking my pussy, is making you hard, isn't it?"
Tommy was speechless, all his blood rushing to his cock, fast enough to make him feel heady, faint, dizzy with a hunger to devour her right there on the kitchen table. Chili vinaigrette salads be damned. Tommy glanced over towards the patio; maybe even open the drapes and let the world watch them have sex.
"You want to fuck me right now, don't you?" Vicky said, her eyes following Tommy's to the patio. "Were you thinking about opening the drapes and fucking me on the kitchen table, you bad boy?"
Tommy felt he could never keep up with Vicky. He was just along for the ride, however long it would last. She was too wild, too daring, too everything for him. But it had been six months and her interest, was not waning. If anything, it was peaking, increasing.
Tommy swept his arm across the kitchen table, sending the bowls of salad flying, lettuce, tomatoes, chili vinaigrette everywhere. Vicky's eyes, filled with genuine surprise-Tommy had caught her totally off guard-were also filled with a kind of lustfulness. Like someone had finally shocked her.
