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.
He brought his head forward, taking her breast into his mouth and sucking on it. She stretched her arms out and gathered her hair up, and placed it on her head, tendrils falling out around her and neck, making her breasts even perkier. He sucked harder on her breast, teasing her nipple with his tongue. She moaned, letting her hair fall down about her shoulders. She put her hands on his head and held him to her. He sucked and kissed and licked her nipples. He looked up at her, and she cupped him in her hands, looking deeply into his eyes. She studied his features, his Roman nose, his deep-set eyes, the ever so slight cleft in his chin. She leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. He closed his eyes and savored the moment. He was getting hard again.
He opened his eyes and looked into hers. The corners of her mouth turned up, giving him a slight smile. He kissed her again. She moved her hand down to his cock, sliding her hand up and down, slowly, enticingly. He put his hands on her buttocks and moved her hips closer towards him. She raised up, moving his cock back and forth between her legs. She broke his kiss and looked at him, her eyes smoldering with lust, he tried to kiss her again, but she backed away, teasing him. Then she slid her body down his shaft; he closed his eyes as he felt her wet, softness engulf his cock. She sat on him and fucked him, moving her hips, up… down…slowly. He put his head back on the seat and closed his eyes. This was sheer heaven. What did he do to deserve this beautiful woman sitting on his lap? His breathing became more ragged, the sensation of her moving against him sent ripples through his body. She kissed him on the lips, sliding her tongue in.
He moaned. She bit his lower lip and pulled at it; oh, she was driving him beyond the edge. He held on tightly to her butt, raising his hips to meet hers as she came down on him. She arched her back, her fingers clutching at his hair. She watched him, moving her hips more frantically against his. She closed her eyes, biting her lower lip and moaning as she moved her hips faster, grinding against him.
He could feel pressure once again building.
She moved faster and quietly cried, “Oh, Gerry. Oh God, Gerry, oh, oh.”
“Fuck,” he breathed.
Her pussy tightened around him, her movements became jerky. She thrust hard against him, her pussy clenching his cock, squeezing it. Her body quivered, sending vibrations down to his toes as she climaxed. He soon followed, again his cock jerking inside of her.
She leaned her head against his chest as he stroked her hair, running his hand down her back. They sat still for a moment, catching their breath, letting their pulses slow.
“It stopped raining,” she opened the truck door. The air blew in and cooled them off, the smell of rain filling the truck cabin. She lifted herself off of him and stepped outside.
Barefoot and naked, she had her arms out and spun around and around, her head tilted back, breathing in the fresh air. He got out and stretched his arms above his head, not caring that he too was completely naked, except for his socks. He watched her spinning, a smile coming to his face.
He’d never seen a woman or met a woman like her. She was beautiful and sexy, a vibrant, free spirit. He wanted to know all about her. She brought out hunger in him he didn’t know he had. He could easily fall for this woman.
She stopped spinning and hugged herself, looking out over the town below her. All was quiet. The storm had passed, and the crickets were singing again. The moon came from behind a cloud, and she felt Gerry’s arms go around her as he embraced her.
“What are you thinking about, my sweet,” he asked softly as he kissed her temple.
“About how quite everything is, no cars going by, no barking , no people yelling each other, doors slamming shut. I lived in a big city once, I hated it, all the people and the noise. You couldn’t hear yourself thinking. Gunshots ringing, police and fire sirens going by, yelling as they played on the street. Noise, noise, noise. But here, all you hear, are the crickets, and the frogs, and the raining running down the hill, the wind blowing through the trees, the stars singing.”
“Now you can see, why here.” Gerry said. “I felt the same way about the city. Too noisy, too many people. I prefer the small towns, where nothing ever exciting happens. The simple life lived.”
“The simple life, lived, yes.” Lily sighed and leaned her head back on Gerry’s chest, letting the breeze cool their bodies off. Lily shivered.
“You’re cold.” Gerry said, “Come, I’ve got a blanket.”
They returned to the truck, Gerry pulling out a blanket from behind the seat, wrapping it around her shoulders. “There, now you’ll warm up.” He lifted her up on the truck seat; she opened the blanket and spread her legs, and he stepped into the warmth she offered. She wrapped the blanket and her arms around him. He rested his cheek on her chest, and she placed her chin on top of his head.
“You know what will warm us up?” She asked, squeezing her legs tightly around him.
“Again? Already.” He smiled and lifted his head to her. She kissed him on the forehead and slid down off the seat. Leaving the blanket behind, she kissed him, pressing her body against his. He smiled, glad his cock was responding. He turned her around, so she was facing the truck seat, his hands caressing her back, her buttocks. He moved his hands around her waist, coming up and cupping her breasts. He squeezed and caressed them, pinching her nipples with his fingers. She sighed, pressing her body against his, slowly moving her hips from side to side. She lifted her hair, he kissed the back of her neck, breathing in her body’s perfume. He nuzzled her ear and bit her earlobe.
“Oh Lily, you drive me wild.”
She pressed her butt against him. He slid his hand down her stomach and his fingers rubbing her clit, pressing in, the little nub hard and sensitive, he could feel her legs shake. He kissed her neck again and held onto her breast, pressing tightly against her. She moaned as his fingers caressed her. She spread her legs apart and stood up on her tippy toes.
“I can’t get enough of you.” she said.
He brought his hand up to her neck, his fingers tracing along her jawline; he turned her head so he could kiss her lips, then her cheek. Then he pushed her head down toward the seat and bent her body away from him. He entered her from behind. She moaned and clutched the blanket to her.
“Yes, Gerry, yes,” She moved her hips back and forth. “Harder, Gerry…harder.” she cried.
He slammed his cock in as far as he could. Holding on to her hips, thrusting in and out. She found her balance and moved her hips in sync with his.
“Oh Gerry!” she cried, moaning in pleasure.
This was madness, he thought, pounding away her, fucking her tight little cunt.
“Lily,” He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, he bent over her, pressing her body into the truck seat. “Oh God, Lily. You feel so good. I don’t want to stop fucking you.” He continued to ram his cock into her. She moaned. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled himself towards her, raising her up on his toes. Pushing his cock as deep inside of her as he could.
Her body stilled, her knees were weakening. The sensation going throughout her body was numbing her. She climaxed, letting the pleasure waves ripple across her body. He continued ramming his cock, over and over into her. She moaned softly, clenching him inside her. He loved it when she did that, tightening herself around him, squeezing his cock. Back down on his heels, his toes were curling, he was getting dizzy. He made himself last longer than the other times. He didn’t want this to end, his heart was pounding, he could hear his blood rushing past his ears.
“Oh Lily,” he said one more time, softly. Then he caught his breath and pressed into her as far as he could, his body shuddering, jerking.
He had no more to give her; she had taken all of him. He collapsed over her, wrapping his arms around her, holding her tightly. He suddenly had a fear of her not being there, and he held on tightly, not wanting to let go. She was his. He didn’t want this night to end, he wanted to keep fucking her every night for the rest of his life. He let out a long deep breath and closed his eyes.
She shifted her weight to him, and slowly he pulled himself out. He moved so she could turn around. She put her arms around his neck and snuggled up to him.
“You’re lovely and sweet,” she whispered.
He put his arms around her waist, picking her up, spinning her. She squealed with delight as he spun her round and round in the night air.
“You’re lovely and sweet, my sweet Lily. Just where have you been all my life?” He said with a huge smile on his. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so happy and alive.
He put her down and smoothed her hair. In the moonlight, her was flushed with color, her eyes sparkled like diamonds. He kissed her again, amazed at the turn of events that had just taken place. Then he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the truck. He sat her on the seat and climbed in beside her. She covered them with the blanket and snuggling against his chest. He put his arm around her, running his hand through her hair, moving it away from her. He kissed her lightly on the forehead. They held each other, falling asleep, exhausted from their lovemaking.
The sun woke him, and he blinked, looking around, not sure where he was. Oh yea, now he remembered. He looked over beside him; she wasn’t there. He looked around, still no sign of her. He moved the blanket and saw his pants, so he scooped them up, putting them on. He got off the truck, slipping his boots on, stretching when he was done. Where was she? He looked around. There weren’t any trees around for her to be behind. Maybe she was just his line of sight. He walked to the edge of the hill, looking over.
“Lily?”
No answer.
“Lily?” He called again, louder.
Nothing, no sound. Panic began to set in. He looked in the truck; her clothes, her shoes were gone. He flung the blanket away, thinking she was hiding it. Then he noticed her fringed jacket still lying on the dashboard. He grabbed it holding it to his chest. He looked around again and yelled at the top of his lungs.
“Lillllllyyyyyyy!”
He ran around the truck, looking in the back. He went towards the water tower, nothing there. The sound was the far-off noise of the little town him coming awake.
He lifted her jacket to his nose, and he could smell her. He breathed her deeply into his lungs as if she would somehow reappear. But nothing happened; she was gone. Gone as quickly and as quietly as when she appeared. He looked around once more, making sure he wasn’t leaving her behind. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it on. He swung himself behind the wheel and started the engine. He peeled and drove like a madman into town.
Where could she have gone? Why did she leave? Not even saying a word, not even to say good-bye, thanks for the memories, thanks for the fuck, now leave me alone. Maybe she just came into town to get something to eat? Why didn’t she wake him?
He drove to the diner, maybe she was there, sitting at the counter, having a cup of coffee. He would walk in, and she would hear the little bell ringing above the door as he entered. She would turn and smile at him and say, ‘well about time, sleepy head, ‘ laughing and holding her arms out to him. He would scoop her up and twirl her around the room, everybody looking at them.
He parked the truck and took a deep breath. He got out and approached the diner door, he put his hand around the doorknob and gave it a twist. The bell jingled as the door opened, the few people there looked at him. He recognized some, nodding his head, acknowledging them. He looked around the room, nothing. She wasn’t here. His heart dropped, he walked to the counter and sat down. The waitress brought him his usual cup of coffee. He was numb, and he wasn’t sure what he felt.
She was gone, something inside him told her she was. No sense in looking for her. Somehow he knew she wasn’t here, gone like the storm that had passed through the night. He gulped his coffee down, the liquid burning his throat. He closed his eyes and pictured her, remembering everything he could about last night. Her smile, her eyes, her voice, the way she said his name. He left some change on the counter and returned to his truck. Sliding in, he looked at her jacket lying on the seat. He fingered it lightly. Fuck it! He started the truck and backed out of the parking space. Time to go to his job.
The dream that was her was gone. Over and gone.
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