You're riding next to me, holding my hand, curled in the seat. We've left the jobsite, heading back to the office, my visual storage bank full of images of your beautifully sexy ass in your jeans, your prominent pelvic and mons bulge pushing your pants zipper towards me, making me want to take them off, the crease of your pants pulling up through the folds of your pussy, defining it for me to see because I notice all the things.
Your bra, normally a padded sports bra, is a normal bra, and I can see, if I get just right, the outline and bulge of your nipple studs, those nipples I love to have in my mouth.
I suddenly turn onto a side street. You look at me funny, asking me what I am doing. I tell you I'm looking for some place to fuck you hard. You laugh your throaty, horny laugh, and say "no, no, no, we have to go to work remember?"
I am undeterred. I must have you again. Your body, a drug I cannot be without, I must have again on my lips and I must taste you again. My cock, already full from the intoxication of your presence and your perfume, is beginning to harden in anticipation of the feeling of your lips on my cock again, your oral skills undoubtedly the best I have ever experienced, or the feeling of your inferno of a pussy, hot, firm, tight, soft, all at once, so wet, sliding up and down on my cock, hitting your cervix just as you bottom out against my pelvis.
I zig-zag and try side road after side road. I know this area, but its changed a lot, and there are a lot more houses now than used to be. It seems impossible to find a place. I'm about to give up, then I turn again. The path off along a canal is clear, but not overused, and I think I remember its just a sweeping curve of a canal. If I am right, we can be in broad daylight, but hidden from view except if someone comes around the curve on us.
I tuck us into the treeline. Your face is slightly flushed, and I can tell your horny. Your nipples are clearly visible through your t-shirt and bra, and you keep shifting and rubbing your legs together. I put the truck in park, turn to you, and with lust fueled energy, start to kiss your face and nibble on your ears.
You kiss me back, your tongue wet, firm, probing, hot. I can tell this is turning you on. Not that you need much help being turned on, you are perpetually horny and that is the hottest thing I have ever known.
I get out of the truck, come around to your side. I open your door, I manhandle your body and turn you to face me, and I pull you towards me while I spread your legs. As I wrap my right hand around the back of your neck and pull your face towards mine so we can kiss passionately, my left hand goes to your pussy and I slide my fingers down under your pussy, cupping it through your pants. I can feel your heat and wetness through your jeans. You little minx, you have been getting turned on this whole time. I press my middle finger against your sex, and you respond with your body and your voice, melting and moaning as I press against your extended clit through your jeans, pushing the materials coarsely against your engorged clitoris.
I am hard as steel now. I need you badly, and its not going to stop until you are satisfied. I pull you out of the front seat of the truck, open the back door, and deposit you there. You are clawing at my shirt, so I take it off. Your shirt and bra is next, carefully removed and set on the front seat, we do have to go back to work after this. My mouth is instantly on your nipples, my hands cupping your breasts, your nipple studs in my mouth and something for my tongue to tweak and my lips to suck on. You are on your back across my back seat, head up against the driver side rear door, and I am overtop of you, my enraged cock pushing hard against your mound through our pants.
I sit backwards and up, suddenly withdrawing my mouth from your nipples. I quickly pull your flats from your feet, and I grab and massage your feet individually quickly. I lean forward, and start unbuttoning your pants, your brown eyes on fire watching me quickly and deftly unsnap and unzip your pants, my strong capable hands making short work of the retention of your clothes. I quickly hook my fingers in the waistline of your pants, and I pull them down, with you raising wiggling your sexy hips to assist me to take off your pants, again, carefully smoothing and depositing them on the front seat of the truck. I look around, worried someone might see you and me, mostly you, this smoldering hot vixen of a woman in her black thong panties, your tattoos contrasting with your skin, your beauty a level beyond anything I have ever known.