He had just finished cleaning the deep fryer when he saw her from the corner of his eye. She startled him, he hadn’t heard anybody drive up, yet there she stood. She was holding the menu in her hand, reading it. He wiped his hands on his apron and walked over to the counter to tell her he was closed. She brought her gaze up and looked at him; he caught his breath. She had the most amazing blue eyes he’d ever seen.
Slowly a smile came across her, “Can I get a hamburger and a coke?”
Realizing he was holding his breath, he exhaled, then grinned; why not, he thought, the grill was still on. It was late, and quite frankly, he had nothing else to do. Staying a few more minutes to make a hamburger for a pretty lady with blue eyes wasn’t going to hurt. He reached for a soda cup and filled it with ice. He glanced at her as she was straightening the laminated menus into a neat little pile. A breeze blew a strand of hair across her face as she grabbed it and tucked it behind her ear. He filled the cup with coke, snapped the lid on, pushed a straw in, and handed it to her.
“Mustard or mayo?” He asked.
“Mustard, no onions or pickles…please.” she said, their fingers briefly touching as she took the drink from him. “Have a seat. I’ll bring it to you.”
She smiled at him and went to sit at one of the picnic tables, sipping at her drink.
He noticed lightning flashes off in the distance. A storm was brewing in the west over the mountains; it was that time of year for them to start forming. He turned to the grill, wondering where she had come from. He hadn’t heard a car drive up, so he figured that she must have walked. The hamburger stand sat at the top of a small hill, at the bottom was a tiny room motel, and beyond that, the town.
There wasn’t much in this area; it was off the beaten path, the interstate was fifty miles away. It was a small town with one traffic light that flashed yellow all the time, a volunteer fire station, a bank, a nondenominational church, and a little diner on the other end that catered to breakfast and lunch. The area had farms all around, in which various crops were grown. Life here was very simple, uncomplicated, just the way he liked it.
He brought the hamburger to the woman. She had shoulder-length light blonde hair, and it almost looked white the harsh glare of the unforgiving fluorescent lights. She wore a denim jacket with fringe on the sleeves and across the back, faded well worn blue jeans, and sneakers. She had a faraway look in her eyes, staring off watching the approaching storm. She looked up at him as he sat the hamburger down in front of her and gave him that smile again.
“How much do I owe you?” She asked, leaning back, her hand reaching down into the front pocket of her jeans.
“It’s on the house.” He waved his hand at her, “I’ve already closed the register.”
“Oh, sorry,” She said, looking at the counter, “I had no idea it was so late, really sorry,” She smiled apologetically. “I just saw the lights on and realized I was hungry. I’ll be on my way.” She picked up the hamburger and soda and started to rise. “Thank you.” She said, holding up the food.
He reached out and touched her shoulder. “No, its alright, there’s no hurry. I’ve got some things to do before I can leave. Sit down and eat.” He told her, turning to leave but hesitating, “Can I get you anything else before I shut her completely down?”
“No thank you, this will be fine.” She sat back down.
He went back to clean the grill. She wasn’t from around here, and he knew that. He hadn’t been here long, but he pretty much knew everybody. He would have remembered her for sure if she was from around here. Was she staying at the motel? Maybe she was visiting somebody. He wiped down the counter and glanced at her. She can’t be much older than him, he thought. She had a youthful face , yet she looked more mature than your basic college student. He watched as she brought the hamburger to her mouth and took a bite.
She had long, slender fingers. Her nails were natural, not done up and painted. She didn’t wear any jewelry. If she had makeup on, he couldn’t tell; she looked very natural…fresh. He watched her as her tongue came out and licked a spot of mustard in the corner of her mouth. The movement was slow, sensual, and hypnotizing. He shook his head to clear the image. He thought, it’s been a long day, and here you are staring at her like you’ve never seen a woman before.
He took his apron off, rolling it up and throwing it on the counter. He ran his hand through his hair, he needed a haircut. He closed the order/pickup window and locked it, checking to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything, then stepped off the little shack and locked the door.
He turned back around and looked at her. There was something about her, some kind of ethereal beauty. She was watching the storm, and her eyes were shiny, reflecting each flash of light. Maybe it was the way she ate, slowly, taking her time. The storm was growing, flashes of lightning lit up on the horizon, low rumbles of thunder could be heard. The wind picked up a bit more, and he could smell the rain in the air.
“Would you like some company?” He asked, coming nearer.
She looked up at him, glanced down the bench, then back up to him.
“Sure,” she said, scooting over so he could sit.
He sat down next to her, leaning his back against the table, stretching his long legs in front of him. He rubbed his hands on his thighs then laid them in his lap. It had been a long day, and it felt good to sit down. He took a deep breath and glanced at her, was that lavender he smelled? He wasn’t sure, but it was a nice flower smell, whatever it was.
“Looks like we might get some rain.” He said, nodding his head in the direction of the storm.
“Yes, it does appear to be moving this way.” She wiped her mouth with a napkin. She picked up her drink and took a sip. He watched as her lips went around the straw and saw the liquid being pulled up into her mouth. Lucky straw, he thought, wondering what it would be like to kiss her.
Surprised at that thought, he studied her. She had soft creamy skin, long light golden lashes, a long slim nose, and soft full lips. Pale pink-colored lips. She reminded him of fairy drawings from his childhood or the art-inspired beauties that were sometimes on erotic posters riding on the back of unicorns. He smirked, picturing her riding horseback naked.
“So what brings you to this lovely little valley?” He asked. “Did you take the wrong exit, or are you visiting someone?”
She looked at him, her mouth pausing over the straw, “Just passing through.” She took another sip. The wind blew her hair into her face. She tucked it behind her ear.
“So, hmm…did you walk up from the motel?”
“Motel?” She looks down the road, “No. I didn’t know there was one.”
“Oh yea, there’s one.” He looks around, “Where’s your car? I don’t see it.”
“That’s because I don’t have one.”
“Oh!” That surprised him, everybody had a car of some sort here. “So, you’re walking? You’re a long way from nowhere to be walking.” He stretched his arm to show the vastness of the area. “Don’t tell me you’re alone.”
“Okay, I won’t tell you.” She grinned at him.
He shook his head, “Isn’t that kinda of dangerous, especially this late at night. For God’s sake, you do know how dangerous that is, don’t you?” He couldn’t believe that she was just walking in the middle of the night all alone, and she didn’t seem the least bit concerned.
“I manage.”
She must be crazy or extremely brave. He looked at her, trying to figure which one she was.
“You manage.” He repeated, amazed.
She was slender, probably 5’5, muscular, and toned as far as he could tell. He sensed if need be, she could kick some butt if it came down to it. He sighed and leaned back against the table. She was way too pretty to be on her own; even if she did know how to defend herself, it was still dangerous. He felt this sudden urge to protect her.
She popped the last bite of hamburger into her mouth, then crumpled up the wrapper and tossed it up over his body into the trash can behind him. In it went, a perfect shot, she smiled, pleased with herself. She took the lid off her soda and put the cup up to her mouth, tapping the bottom to move the ice forward. He heard the ice move, and she jerked as it came forward in a rush and spilled out. She had caught one piece of ice in her mouth while the rest ended up in her lap.
“I hate it when that happens.” She brushed the ice off her lap. He grabbed her napkin and dabbed at her chin and then her shirt. She touched his hand, taking the napkin from him.
“Thanks, I got it.”
“Uh, right, sorry.” he said sheepishly.
She held out her shirt and dabbed at the wet area.
“Do you want another napkin?”
“No this is fine. Just a bit of a shock to have that coldness you. Ya know?” she chuckled.
“Yeah, I know.” Giving her a huge smile. He watched as she dabbed at the wet area on her shirt. Her jacket open, he could see her nipples protruding through the thin cotton. He swallowed, silently thankful for that coldness and the lovely view.
She stopped wiping and stuffed the napkin in her now empty soda cup. She pulled her leg and over the bench and sat straddling it.
“Well now that I’ve drenched myself, I had better leave so you can get on home.” She stood up. ” I’m sure somebody is waiting for you.”
“No!” He said that a bit sharper than he wanted to.
She looked down at him as he looked up at her. “I mean,” he said softer, “there isn’t anybody waiting.” He stood up beside her. Don’t go, he wanted to tell her but couldn’t bring himself to voice the words. She brought her other leg over the bench, getting it caught on the edge, losing her balance. He grabbed her elbow to help steady her.
“Goodness, you’d think I’d been drinking the way I’m acting all the sudden.” She looked up into his eyes, and they were standing very close together. If a storm weren’t brewing, he would have sworn there was electricity between them. The wind blew her hair into her, so she reached up and grabbed the offending strand and tucked it back behind her ear.
He was drowning in the ice-blue pools of her eyes; they reminded him of the surf water off Hilo when he had taken a trip to Hawaii years ago. Her eyes sparkled, reflecting the light from above. He watched the way the wind blew her hair all around. A strand of it again blew across her face and into her mouth.
She reached for it, but his hand was there first. Gently he pulled it away, his fingers lightly touching her cheek. He tucked it behind her ear the way he’d seen her do it. His fingers were barely touching her, sliding his hand down the length of her hair behind her ear, to her shoulder. His hand hesitating, once again, the faint scent of lavender came to him. He wanted to touch her, to pull her to him and hold her, to kiss her, but he restrained himself.
She was a stranger, they had just met, and he wasn’t one to touch women who walked in the middle of the night on deserted roads. Thunder clapped nearby, waking them from their trance. The lights above flickered and buzzed.
Awkward silence between them.
She took a deep breath and then slowly released it, “What else is there to do in this town, once the hamburger shack closes?” She stepped back as he released her elbow.
He shrugged his shoulders. “Not much, go home and read a book, I guess.” Read a book! Was that all he could think to say? His mind raced, trying to think of something else to say. Something to keep her from leaving.
She nodded her head, “Well then I better let you go. Thanks again for the burger.” She picked up her soda cup.
” I’m not going to read a book.”
“Oh,” She walked towards the trash can, “then what are you going to do?”
“not sure,” he said in all honesty.
She dropped the cup in the trash, “Is that your truck?”
“Yea.”
“Lets go for a ride.” She turned around and looked at him, “That is…if you really aren’t going to read a book.” She grinned, tilting her head to the side.
A smile crept across his face. The thunder rumbled, the storm coming closer with each lightning flash. This night was turning to be interesting. He was used to being alone, and it had been a long time since he’d enjoyed the company of a woman, and right now, he wanted her company more than anything.
He walked over to a pole, opened the cover, and flipped the lights off; the place grew dark.
She stood there in the darkness, watching him. He wanted to scoop her up in his arms and twirl her around. But he resisted the urge and instead walked over to her and extending his arm towards the truck. “Let’s go.”
They walked to the truck, and he opened the door for her, watching as she climbed in. He felt giddy. Like a going on his first date. He made sure he wasn’t closing the door on her foot, then walked around to his side. He smelled the air, and it was going to rain for sure. He felt invigorated as he got inside and put the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life.
“Where to?” he asked.
“Anywhere.” She settled back into the seat.
Should he take her to his place? Maybe that was too desperate, too forward, and he didn’t want to offend her. He didn’t want to ruin whatever was going to happen. Jesus, what did he think was going to happen? Was it offensive to assume something could happen? He bit his lip, not sure what to do.
Then he had an idea. He turned onto the road and headed into town, away from the storm. He drove down the main street, driving the flashing yellow traffic light, just past the church. He turned down a side road, passed the cemetery, and headed of town. A dog barked as he slowed the truck down and drove over the deeply rutted road that led up a hill to the town’s water tank. Up on this hill, one could see the town and the storm on the other side. He put the truck in park and turned the ignition off. They sat there in silence, watching the lightning zigzag and fork across the clouds. Every now and then, it appeared to be striking the ground.
The was a clear sky above them, and the full moon and stars shone brightly. A gentle wind moved the bushes outside, and the crickets were singing.
“Oh how pretty.” she said, looking at the few lights that dotted the town below them. “I love the smell of rain. Don’t you?”
She leaned forward and shrugged off her jacket, shaking her shoulders to get it off. The jacket slid down her back, and she pulled it around in front of her and folded it, laying it across the dashboard. She then twisted and turned to him, bringing her knee up onto the truck seat. She wore no socks, and he could see her small ankle bone showing just the hem of her jeans.
He wanted to touch it, to feel the pulse he knew would be beating nearby, but he didn’t. He turned his body so he could see her, his arm stretched across the back of the seat. She wore a plain white t-shirt, not too tight, but he could see the material stretching across her breasts, and the spot where her drink had spilled was dry. He watched her chest rising and falling with her breathing.
Then she chuckled quietly as if remembering a joke.
He looked at her, waiting for her to let him in on it.
“What’s so funny?” he finally asked.
She looked at him, smiling, “Here I am, in a truck, on the edge of town, sitting at make-out point and I don’t even know your name.”
He smiled at her, make-out point, huh? “Gerry.” He held his hand for her to shake.
“Nice to meet you Gerry.” She took his hand and shook it. A good shake, not one of those wimpy, dead fish kind of handshakes some people give you. He didn’t let go right away, but her hand was and soft.
She smiled, then pulled her hand free. He returned his arm to the back of the seat. He looked at her, waiting.
Raising an eyebrow, he said, “Normally, you’d tell your name this point.”
“Would I.” Grinning, she tilted her head to the side. “Did you grow up here Gerry?”
“No.”
“What are you doing in this kind of place then?”
“Just passing time.”
She smelled like lavender. It wasn’t a strong scent, just the barely-there kind of scent like she bathed in it. He had the strongest urge to pull her to him and gather her hair in his hands and smell her.
“Are you going to tell me your name, or do I have to guess?”
“Do you travel a lot?” Totally ignoring his question.
“Whenever the urge strikes.”
“Where have you been.”
“Here and there, no where in particular. What about you? Let’s start with your name?”
She turned to the window, the storm on the horizon; it seemed to be moving faster now. He watched her, studying her profile, memorizing her, her lips. God, she was beautiful. Who was she? What was she doing here…and with him?
“Lily.” She said after what seemed an eternity. She looked back at him, “My name is Lily.”
Lily, he said to himself, he liked the way it sounded in his mind. She shifted in the seat and looked down at her shoe, plucking at some invisible string.
“Aren’t you worried? I mean for a woman as pretty as you, to be hitching rides. Has anybody ever tried to hurt you?”
“No.”
“How you do it?” His heart skipped a beat, thinking of some foul-smelling man trying to have his way with her.
“Its called trust. You have to believe in them, beside I have a very good sense about people. I know which ones I want to be with, and which ones I should avoid. Surely in your travels you’ve learned to read people.”
“Well yeah…I guess…” his voice faltering when she suddenly touched his fingers. Surprised, he lifted his fingers, their hands coming together, palm against palm. His cock jerked at her touch, and he held his breath.
The truck grew dark, the moon suddenly behind a cloud. He could see her eyes; they sparkled even in the dim light, burned through him as if consuming his soul. The moon came out again, covering her in light. She was breathtaking. He shifted slightly, trying to ease the tightness of his pants that was pressing on his ever-hardening cock. He watched as their fingers intertwined. He wanted to kiss her, to pull her to him, to hold her in his arms. Lily, Lily, he kept repeating to himself. The truck shook as the wind suddenly picked up outside. They both sat looking at each other. Flashes of lightning lit up the interior of the truck. She undid her fingers from his, then turned his palm up, bringing it close to her. She studied his palm in the moonlight, slowly running her fingers across his skin.
“You do a lot of work with your hands, Gerry. You have good strong hands.” He liked the way she kept saying his name. She caressed his palm, folding his fingers over her hand, then she kissed his fingertips. She looked at him as if gauging his reaction. Could she read his thoughts? Does she know how badly he wants to kiss her, to hold her? His mouth went dry. Oh, God, he thought, this seemed like a dream. This beautiful woman was sitting across from him. He could smell her, her scent filling the cab of the truck.
She was kissing his fingers, one by one, slowly, enticingly. He had shivers going down his back, and his heart was racing in his chest, his breathing getting faster, his cock getting harder. He wasn’t the kind of guy who picked up women and drove them to isolated spots. What was happening? Lily, Lily, he kept saying in his mind, almost singing her name. This moment was so intense, so sexy. Oh Lord, he silently prayed, does she know what she’s doing to him? Does she know where this could lead too? She sucked on his forefinger, pulling it into her wet mouth, her tongue teasing, around and around. This was seduction, pure and simple, and he didn’t want her to stop.
“Gerry?” she said softly.
“Huh?” Dragging his eyes away from her mouth, he looked at her.
“Would you like to make love to Gerry?”
He swallowed hard, licking his lips. Did he hear her right, or was it just wishful thinking that made him hear those words.
Those memorizing blue eyes of ice. He jumped slightly as she bit the tip of his finger. Oh, man. His pulse was pounding in his ears. His cock was throbbing, begging for release.
“Yes,” he whispered.
She opened his hand up and kissed his palm, then laid it against her cheek. His thumb was touching her lower lip. She closed her eyes, slowly guiding his hand down along her neck, over her t-shirt, stopping it on her breast. She breathed slowly, keeping her eyes closed. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He carefully cupped her breast and held it. She opened her eyes and looked at him, their eyes locked.
“Fuck , Gerry.”
He brought his other hand up, moving around her waist. He leaned in and pulled her effortlessly across the truck’s bench seat. Their lips met, and he kissed her. He was gently squeezing her breast, feeling the lacy material of her bra through her t-shirt. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, their tongues touching, dancing. He could taste the sweetness of the soda pop. He kissed her harder, his mouth completely covering hers, his tongue probing deeper. She was sweet, like honey; it was intoxicating, he wanted more. He brought both of his hands up to her neck, to the back of her head, her hair falling through his fingers, soft as silk. He pressed harder on her mouth, forcing her head back.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she put her arms around his neck. Such passion in their kiss, as they went from gentle to hard. Her hands were rubbing up and down along his back, his neck, her fingers tugging on his hair. His tongue explored every part of her mouth, and his hands went from her neck back down around to her breasts. He cupped and squeezed them, his thumbs kneading her nipples, making them hard.
He hadn’t closed his eyes; he wanted to see everything. He wanted to see her expression, wanted to drink in the sight of her. He pulled back, looking at her. Lily, his mind sang. She had her eyes closed, and he could see her long lashes, the soft curve of her cheek. He kissed her again, gently this time.
He glanced down, pulling her shirt up, his hands sliding the cotton material up to her breasts, her skin was soft. He felt the lace bra and squeezed lightly; her breast fit just right in the palm of his hands.
She moaned and arched her back, pressing her breasts against his palms, he wanted them in his mouth. He grabbed her shirt, pulling it up over her head and tossing it to the floorboard. Her arms were above her head, and her hair fell down around her shoulders. Her eyes were half-closed, watching him, sensing his frenzy, his wanting. He looked over her body, her firm breasts rising and falling with her breathing. She wore a blue sheer lacy bra, her nipples were peaked, straining to come through the sheer material. He cupped her breasts again, bending his head down, he kissed the area right between her breasts, squeezing them together, touching his cheeks. She smelled so damn good.
She brought her arms down, slowly running her fingers through his hair, clutching at his curls. His fingers went to her bra straps and pulled them off her shoulders. He kissed the top of her shoulder, running his tongue across her skin. He pulled her bra down, freeing her breasts.
She pulled her arms of the straps and grabbed his neck. He kissed her again on the mouth, hard, their teeth scraping. This was madness, and he couldn’t stop himself. He wanted her. He wanted to devour her. He kissed her cheek and moved to her ear, his hands going around and undoing her bra, dropping it to the floorboard.
He whispered, “Do you know what you are doing? Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes. Don’t stop Gerry. Don’t stop.”
He kissed her ear and moved his mouth down along her neck, kissing as he went, tasting and sucking at her skin. He pushed her back onto the seat, raising enough she could move her legs apart. He laid, so his body was between her legs. He looked at her, touching her cheek with his hand.
She looked so sexy lying there. He kissed her again, then kissed down along her neck to the hollow area between her breast, his breath caressing her. Then hungrily, he placed his mouth over one breast, sucking and licking, his tongue teasing her nipple into a hard peak. He moved his hand over her other breast, grabbing and squeezing hard, then letting go and squeezing again. He sucked hard on her nipple, licking and kissing; in no time, he had it swollen and bruised. He looked at his work and then moved his mouth over to the other nipple, switching places. He glanced up at her, and she had her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open, her tongue flicked across her lower lip.
She was running her fingers through his hair, brushing it back off his shoulder. He moved his lips and tongue over her nipples, hardening them. Then he moved and kissed up her body towards her neck. He pressed his groin against hers. She moaned the weight of him. Her breasts were pressing against him.
He lightly bit her earlobe and whispered, “Oh Lily.”
He kissed her deeply as he pulled his shirt, freeing it from his pants. He sat up and pulled his shirt up and over his head, his muscles rippling down his chest. He looked down at her as she ran her hands over his body, her fingertips swirling through the hair on his chest, playfully teasing his nipples.
She gazed up at him, her head just resting on the door armrest. She sensually moved her hands slowly over her breasts down to her belly. She undid the button on her jeans.
He was breathing hard, watching her slow movements. He watched as she unzipped her pants and started sliding them off her hips. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was so fucking hard, it hurt. He undid his pants, frantic to get undressed as quickly as possible. But within the small confines of a truck, this didn’t happen as smoothly as he would have liked. He collapsed on the seat, pulling at his boots, banging his knee on the steering wheel. He got his boots off and glanced at her, and she was wiggling her hips, trying to get her jeans down. He smiled; he liked that wiggle.
She lifted her butt off the seat, sliding her jeans down. He raised himself just enough off the seat to get his pants down, then kicked them off. His cock was tenting his boxers. He turned back to her, grabbing at her jeans and pulling them the rest of the way off.
Her shoes got caught in her jeans and slipped off easily. He repositioned himself, so he was up on his knees, looking down at her. His hair falling forward. He hungrily looked over her body, noticing she had matching blue lace panties on. He laid both of his hands gently on her hips, watching as her stomach quivered at his touch.
The moon disappeared behind a cloud, and the cabin of the truck was dark. It was quiet, and even the crickets had silenced their music.
Gerry took a deep breath, slowly moving his fingers across her belly, tracing the outline of her panties. He gently slid his fingers between her legs, touching the silky material. She moaned and parted her legs, opening for him, as his fingers pressed against the moistness forming the cloth.
He bent down and kissed her, his tongue savagely entering her mouth. He moved his hands up to her breasts, squeezing them. Thunder clapped overhead, loud and ominous. Both of them jump at the sound; the storm was overhead. Lighting flashed, he could see her body, pale and glowing in the light. Her arms were above her head, pressing on the door. She slid her body down the seat towards him. Bending her knees and bringing her feet up, she placed them gently on his chest, twisting her body to one side.
Taking the cue, he brought his hands to the edge of her panties, removing them slowly, as she raised her hips up off the seat. He peeled the lace material off of her legs and threw them aside.
Lightning flashed across the sky, lighting up her body. She laid there, watching him. He ran his hands slowly over the calves of her legs, her knees, to her thighs. She moved her legs and placed them on either side of his waist, propping her feet up on the door behind him. She was exposed, lying there fully naked, waiting for him to come to her.
Lightning lit up the sky again. He placed his hand over the soft curly triangle of hair. He could feel the heat rising as she stared at him, licking her lips seductively, as she raised her pelvis ever so slightly against his hand, softly moaning. His finger pressed in, rubbing, feeling the small nub of her clit harden his touch. She was wet, oh so wet. His finger slid in easily, her pussy enveloping it. He inserted another finger. She moaned, her insides clutching tightly around his fingers as he moved them in and out. Her hips were moving to meet his thrusts.
Thunder clapped again, closer this time, the wind started howling. She looked at him with half-closed eyes. The outside brilliant with lightning.
“Gerry, I want you,” she whispered, pulling him towards her.
She slid his underpants down. His cock sprang from its cloth confinement, hard and aching for her. Her hand wrapped around his cock, her thumb pressing against the slit, spreading the bit of precum over the tip.
Removing his fingers, he lowered himself onto her, their bodies touching. He didn’t want to crush her with his weight, but she pulled him to her, guiding his sex towards her opening. Her breasts pressing into his chest, her nipples still hard, brushing against his chest.
She kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth, this time, she did the searching, the tasting with her tongue. He pressed his hips against hers, she caught her breath, waiting. He raised his head up just a little; he wanted to watch her. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips parted.
“Fuck Gerry.” She whispered, her hands going around his waist, her legs moving up, she grabbed his buttocks and pressed him towards her. He was just on the edge of her, holding, waiting. Thunder clapped right over the truck as he thrust himself inside of her. She gasped loudly and closed her eyes, arching her back.
He kissed her neck, her jaw, moving his hips back and forth, going inside of her as deep as he could. Her fingernails raked over his buttocks and up to his back. Her hips matched his movements, both of them moving as one. The rain started to pour down on the truck, large drops pelting the windshield. Lightning flashed, and thunder roared as he fucked her.
He placed his hand at the top of her head to cushion it from hitting the door. He pounded into her, roughly at first, like an animal, a savage, covering her with his body. Each thrust, she cried, moaning with pleasure. He slowed, maintaining a steady pounding rhythm. He felt like a dog, fucking and panting over her body. He wanted to fuck her, fuck her hard, and not ever stop. His head was swimming; the very act was intoxicating. He buried his head in her hair. Lily, Lily, Lily. Her name was like music in his head.
She moaned and writhed; he paused and looked her.
“Don’t stop Gerry…. don’t stop.”
“I’m not hurting you am I?”
“Of course not.” She raised her head up and kissed him.
He laid his full weight upon her while he moved his hand over to her breast. He grabbed it and rubbed his palm over her nipple. She moaned, her legs tightening around his knees. He pressed even deeper inside of her, she felt so damn good. Her body molding itself to fit his. Everything in his body felt alive. He was so sensitive to her touch, where her fingertips moved across his back and buttocks. She kissed his ear, flicking her tongue around his earlobe. She kissed his neck, moaning softly. He rammed his cock harder into her, grabbing her shoulders, pushing her down the length of the seat, pulling her towards him, trying to get deeper inside of her.
He couldn’t remember the last time a woman felt this good. Oh Lord, he loved the way she felt. The sounds she made, the way she moved her body with his. He wanted all of her, all the time.
The storm raged outside, their bodies inside the truck heating up, getting slick with their sweat. Their breathing was becoming faster as she moaned with pleasure. He couldn’t wait any longer, he had to release, he tensed up. He was trying to hold his breath, trying to slow his movements. He didn’t want it to end just yet, but the sensation kept growing stronger. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and bit his lip. He buried his in the curve of her neck. This was it, time was up, he couldn’t stop what was happening. He tried to pull his hips away from her, but she brought her legs around and held him to her. She wouldn’t let him pull away. He moaned as his shot.
She pressed his body to her and held him, his cock jerking as wave after wave of orgasm went through him. She relaxed her legs and released him from her hold, running her fingers through his hair, twisting the thick curly strands, then caressing his neck. Her breathing was slowing.
He brought his head up and looked at her. He kissed her softly on the lips.
The storm was slowly moving on, and light rain fell outside. The moon and stars were trying to break free through the storm clouds. Every now and then, moonlight would penetrate the interior of the truck. He shifted his weight off of her and propped himself up on one elbow. He looked at her and brushed a strand of hair off her forehead, then kissed the tip of her nose.
“Well that was the last thing I ever expected to happen to today.” he said.
She smiled at him and touched his chest, pinching his nipple between her thumb and forefinger, a tingling sensation shot down to his toes.
“It was rather unexpected for me too. I don’t pick up men and fuck them in their trucks.”
He kissed her.
“That’s good to hear,” he whispered as he wiggled his shorts off and laid down beside her, placing his arm around her head and held her. They laid there listening as the rain the truck. Thunder rumbled in the distance. He absentmindedly made little circles with his finger on her breast. She had one leg on top of his, caressing his thigh.
There wasn’t much room on the truck seat, but they made a good fit. Him lying on his side, with her beside him. He didn’t want this moment to end. He wanted, for some strange reason, to hold her here, close to him. They laid there for a few minutes, their bodies resting. Then she sat up and looked out the window.
“I think the storm is moving on.” She twisted away and sat near the steering wheel, her legs folded beneath her. Gerry sat up, turning and facing forward, looking out the front window. Quickly she straddled him, taking him by surprise as she grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts. She leaned back against the dashboard, running her hands up and down his arms.
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