"What are you doing?" She asked when he got out. He didn't say a word. He walked to her. Callouses on his feet were enough to insulate him from the rough asphalt. She was in a striped pair of men's boxers and a tank top that clung to her smallish breasts. He was on her before she could say anything further.
It was a bold, daring, stupid, and unsolicited move. With his hand placed gently on her cheek and his thumb pressed along her jawline he kissed her. She moved her free hand to his arm and gripped him. She extended her other arm and the long wisp of smoke streamed upward through the still night air.
She kissed him back.
She moaned and pressed her hips against him as his hand found her breast.
When finally he released her and stepped back to catch his breath she said nothing. She stood there, her weight mostly on one leg as she thrust her hip out to the side. It was a model's pose. She took a last drag from the cigarette that had nearly burned out and pressed it out on the ground beneath a rubber flip-flop. She stared at him.
"Sorry." He said. "I should go." He stepped backwards and his foot found a single small stone. He turned to walk back to the pick-up.
"Wait," she said. The look in her eyes was painful with sadness. She scanned about her. It was a dark night. A single yellow bulb cast a cone of light on a back door. The fluorescents inside beamed out the front of the store onto the pumps and a single yellow Honda that had to belong to whatever poor person was keeping watch over the store in the early morning quiet. The side of the store nearest them was lost in blackness with only a white wire cage holding those tanks you get for your backyard grill. "Come," she said.
Hidden by darkness and the wire cage they kissed and groped like teenagers. It was insanity and the thrill of it intensified the moment. He moved his hands over her ass and back. Hers slipped first beneath his shirt and then, when unable to move inside the waist of his shorts made fast work of his belt and fly until she gripped his swollen cock.
In response he slid his fingers to her tits and firmly took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. After years of revealing secrets while drunk at an evening happy hour or while draining wine bottles on one of their patios until late into the night he knew just enough of her weaknesses to be dangerous. She moaned at the sharp sensation and tugged at his cock with equal indelicacy.
He had no ass and his shorts fell to the concrete at their feet. The strength of her grasp tugged uncomfortably at his dick. He didn't want to release her nipples but her pants had to come off. He was quick about it and they folded together. Her ass was pressed against the corner of the rack when he entered her.
Her long thin legs wrapped about his waist. He gripped her by the small of the back with one hand and the back of her neck with the other.
They kissed as they fucked, the only sound the slapping of his hips at her thighs and their sudden desperate gasps for air.
Her body shook with her orgasm. It never came that quickly and it seldom if ever came simply from penetration and she moaned as the sensation rose up her back in waves.
"Come. Come in me." she whispered. As punctuation, she bit his ear hard. The vulgarity of her words was all he needed to push him over the edge. He sucked at the night air as his cock pulsed inside of her.
"I have to go," she said suddenly. Her voice struck out loudly in the still morning. He moved to kiss her again. "Stop!" she insisted. She pushed at his chest and he stumbled backwards naked from the waist down, his dick still dripping the mixture of his and her cum. She had already recovered her small shorts when he had regained his balance and by the time he had his shorts back on she was inside of her car.
He didn't run for her but he walked briskly. It wasn't enough. The tires of her powerful car chirped as she darted for home. Inside the store he bought a pack of cigarettes for the first time in five years and a soda. He added a candy bar at the counter. He never ate candy. He didn't really care for sugar but what the fuck. Back in the darkness he lit one of his smokes and was staring up at the smattering of stars when his phone vibrated in his pocket.
"Sorry. I got scared," she had sent him.
A second text from his wife admonished him to smoke them before he came home, not to bring them back into the house, and referred to him as an asshole. Accepting that she was right, that he was an asshole, he stuck the phone back into his pocket without replying to either of them.
