Heat Waves

by Carrie Anne Ward

  “My car is this way,” she nodded and pointed over her shoulder.

  “Where are we going?” he asked as he followed her towards the most impressive piece of machinery he’d ever seen. She slid the keys into the lock of a black, 50's convertible Cadillac, with a red leather interior and the top down.

  “Ok, I’m laying down one rule... don’t ask any questions. Got it?” she smirked, and nodded towards the car, indicating for him to jump in. There was a single split second of hesitation before he manoeuvred into the passenger’s side of the vehicle, but when his eyes looked at her, the panic left his body and he slid into the car. She slipped the keys into the ignition and the beast purred to life.

  “You ready?” she turned her head in his direction and wiggled her eye brows in jest.

  “I think so.”

  The car rolled out of the parking space and with her attention focused elsewhere, Cole saw this as perfect opportunity to check out his designated driver. She was slim but with curves in places that would drive any man insane. Her long, toned legs were topped with the tiniest denim shorts. She wore a chequered, sleeveless shirt, which bunched into a bow at her waist, revealing a smooth, sculptured midriff in the small gap between her shorts and shirt. Cole felt his hands clench into fists with a frustrated need to run his hands over her tight, silky skin, to brush his lips across her stomach and into those provocative shorts.

  “My name is Cole, by the way. What’s yours?” he asked in a gravelly voice, clearly fighting with his growing arousal.

  “What did I just say about questions?” She looked over at him with raised eyebrows, slipped on her cat-eye sunglasses, and smiled sarcastically before pressing her foot down on the peddle.

  They flew down the motorway, the wind whipping wildly through her luscious, fiery hair. Cole couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was like a dream come true, mesmerising him with her alluring beauty and her chemical pull. She leant sideways and pressed a finger to the button on her radio, and out came the tune “Dreamer” by Livin’ Joy.

  “My name’s Victoria, but you can call me Vicki, and in answering your original question, we are heading there.” She pointed to her right, and there, in the distance, between the trees zipping past, stood a colossal fairground with a towering Ferris wheel and a crazy, high-rising rollercoaster.

  It took them almost half an hour to reach the fairground, and within that time Cole’s imagination had run away with itself. He watched Vicki’s glossy lips mime along with the words of the music exuding from the speakers. He longed to see those beautiful blue eyes looking deeply into his as he pressed his solid, naked body to hers. To feel the warmth of her skin radiate against his, to feel the sweat rub between them as he pushed his shaft inside her. He was so turned on by the thought of this woman that he had to wait a few seconds before leaving the car, to calm the erection growing within his trousers.

  “Wait here,” she demanded as she stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut behind her.

  Cole went to open his mouth and ask her where she was going, but rapidly closed it when she shook her head ever-so-gently. “I’ll be right back.”

  He watched as her pert little bottom wobbled, before his eyes headed south down her shapely long legs, watching the muscles flex as she ran off in the direction of the fair. Fuck me; I’ve never wanted a woman so badly! For fuck sake, Cole, get a hold of yourself. He growled inwardly, and readjusted the bulge in his pants.

  By the time she returned to the car, Cole had managed to gain some sort of control over his growing need to fuck this girl, however, he wasn’t sure how long he could suppress his urges.

  “Here, put these on,” she ordered, as she threw a Jack Daniels T-shirt, a pair of ripped jeans, and converse trainers at him.

  “Where did you...” he stopped and grunted in frustration. This whole no questions asked deal was harder than he’d anticipated. However, he couldn’t deny it was strangely exhilarating, not knowing what was going to happen next.

  “Just put them on, I promise I won’t look.” She winked before turning her back to him and pulled a compact mirror out of her pocket to reapply her lipstick.

  Cole noticed the tilt in her mirror as he unbuttoned his shirt and rolled down his trousers. He remained seated, half naked, wearing only his tight black briefs, allowing Vicki that small moment to spy on him. To let the image of his defined body imprint into her brain, confident in the fact that she would like his body and the way his muscles popped. He gave her a small glimpse of the tattoo carved across his chest, proving to her that there was a rebel dying to break free from beneath the expensive suits, shiny shoes and mundane life.

  He was pretty sure he heard a quiet gasp escape her lips, and he grinned to himself in triumph. He pulled on the jeans, slipped on the converses, and pulled the T-shirt over his head, messing up his hair in the process, and then walked into the fairground with Vicki by his side.

  Time flies when you are having fun, and as the fun rolled, the electricity grew between them. They would find any excuse to touch each other, those little glances at one another, as their filthy minds thought wickedly sinful things. He couldn’t hold it back any longer; the hunger to kiss her was too powerful. So when the cart of the ghost train disappeared into the darkness of the tunnel, he placed one hand on the side of her face, forcing her head toward his, and pressed his lips down firmly on hers.

  She opened her mouth to let him in, and entangled her fingers into his hair. He felt the heat rise between them as she allowed his tongue to invade her mouth, caressing and massaging it so passionately that he figuratively saw the fireworks of lust burst all around them. She tasted like cherry from the lollypop she had been sucking on only a few moments ago. Cole had never seen anything so fucking provocative, as he’d observed her devour that lolly, wishing that it was his cock she was wrapping her lips around instead of that cherry stick.

  They went on the Bumper cars, waltzer, and they went in the love tunnel just for a laugh and they chuckled the whole way round. They played their chances at winning a cuddly toy or even a goldfish, which was somewhat entertaining, but that was only the beginning. Cole and Vicki headed for the high-rise rollercoaster, where Vicki made a point of sitting at the back of the train. As the train climbed the steep slope, Vicki placed her hand on Coles groin and began to rub against rough fabric of his jeans. The warmth of her hand pressing against his semi hard penis developed a flushing sensation to rest of his body, and he quickly sucked in a breath.

  His fingers curled firmly around the cold steel of the cart’s safety bar, when he felt Vicki’s hand push past the waist band of his jeans and underneath the elastic of his briefs. She enveloped his now fully erect cock in her palm, dragging his manhood out of its fabric prison, and began to milk him just as the cart plummeted at a death-defying speed.

  Cole gasped from the pleasurable feeling she was creating and the tummy-churning thrill of the rollercoaster’s sudden drop. His breathing was coming fast and hard, as he would be if her hand didn’t let up on the intense repetitive strokes along his shaft. It hadn’t occurred to Cole how close the cart in front was, until the head’s of the couple before him twitched from the sound of his erotic moans escaping his mouth.

  There was tension brewing inside of him, and with the bumps and dips of the ride adding to the insensitivity, Cole was almost ready to explore. Just at that very moment, the pressure around his cock gave way, and when he turned his head towards Vicki, he found her licking her lips and smirking just as the cart rolled into the station. A frenzied panic set in, and Cole struggled to tuck his rigid cock back into the confinements of his jeans.

  Cole felt the warm blow of Vicki’s breath at his ear, and he caught a waft of her scent, which he inhaled sharply. She smelt like strawberries, which made his mouth salivate.

  “Catch me if you can,” she whispered with a mischievous tone laced in her voice, and jumped out of the cart the second the bar popped up.

  Boy, was she fast for someone in such
tall shoes, and, ok, she had a bit of a head start due to the wrestling Cole had with his erection and its reluctance to go back into his jeans. However, she was easy to spot in the crowd, with that beautiful red hair of hers, and as he pushed his way past the people, he saw that menacing grin in the distance and those eyes sparkling back at him as she disappeared into the mirror maze. This woman was amazing, he knew nothing about her, but, unlike all the other unknown women he took to bed, this one he wanted to know.

  He reached the paying booth and was greeted by a scruffy young man reading a comic.

  “Excuse me, other than the redhead that just went through, is there anyone else in this maze?” Cole panted, still a little out of breath from chasing after Vicki.

  “No sir. Just the redhead.”

  “Can you keep it that way until I say so?” asked Cole as he slipped ten twenty pound notes through the gap beneath the glass panel. The young man’s eyes went wide with shock; he nodded, turned the sign round in his booth to closed, and pulled down the blind.

  It was dark, with limited spot lights for illumination. The heat inside was sticky and close, there was excitement crackling through the space about him. The further he travelled, twisting and turning within the maze, the heavier and more intense the air grew. He felt the sweat protruding from his skin, dotting across his forehead. His heart was pounding, deafening almost, within his ears. The smell of strawberries blew briefly past him, and he knew she was nearby, but the only person he could see was himself reflecting in the mirrors around him. With every corner he took, the more his breath burned in his throat, and the fiercer the adrenaline pumping through his vein.

  He turned one last bend, but quickly jumped back, hiding from Vicki’s sight. “You look lost, Victoria?” he questioned with a hint of amusement in his voice

  “No, just waiting for you to come find me.”

  Cole chuckled and stepped around the corner, locking his eyes with Vicki’s in the reflective glass before her. He strolled up behind her with only thoughts of lust clouding his mind, and he pushed his nose into her hair, inhaling on her mouth-watering scent. He snaked his right hand around her waist, over her bare belly, and sighed at the feeling of her soft skin under his fingers. He watched in awe as the hairs on her body responded to his touch. He brushed her long red locks to one side, exposing her neck for him to pepper soft, sensual kisses from her shoulder to her ear lobe. He took his free hand and manoeuvred it into the gap between her shorts and stomach, and skated south. It lingered on her pelvis for a few moments, building the suspense, but when he heard the sweet, erotic tone of her voice moaning in frustration, he glided his fingers over her throbbing folds and into her warm, welcoming sex. She gasped at the penetration, placing one hand on the mirror to steady her stance as Coles finger mercilessly fucked her to the point where her body started to judder.

  “Are you about to come, Vicki?” he hissed, with a deep desire congealed to his words.

  His cock was so hard that it ached, and the need to rip her clothes off there and then, to fuck her up against the misted mirror, was becoming a hard job to domineer.

  “Was that a question, Cole?” she mocked breathlessly, and felt the sweat slickening between her breasts.

  “Yes, Vicki, it was. But I don’t think you’re in any situation to stop me from asking it. So... are you about to come?”

  “Yes, oh God, yes.” she answered shamelessly.

  His eyes locked with hers once more in the mirror, watching as the sexual longing claimed her, clamping its claws tightly round her, and at the very moment, Cole removed his finger promptly from her soaked pussy.

  “Tough! Karmas a bitch!” he growled, and carved a devilish smirk on that handsome face.

  She turned on her heels to face him, and clasped the hand that was, only moments ago, inside her, within her own.

  “Yes, but unlike you, Cole, I can handle it,” she noted, and began to suck his fingers clean of her arousal, which sparked a hiss of gratification from Cole.

  She pushed him back against the hot glass and kissed him, devouring him with such power and passion that it left his lips tingling and sore when she pulled away and ran out of the maze.

  “Such a tease,” he whispered to himself, and laughed as he ran after her once again.

  By the time he reached the Cadillac, Vicki was already waiting for him, engine roaring and music blaring.

  “Come on, get in.” She nudged her head along with her words.

  When it came to this girl, Cole had no patience, so he leaped over the side of car, slammed, bottom first, on the passenger seat, and she drove towards their final destination.

  She drove like a maniac, a woman on a mission, as though she was racing against time itself. The tune “Here” by Syron, boomed so prominently from the speakers that Cole could barely hear his own thoughts. The feisty wild side of Vicki was beginning to truly show itself, as Cole watched the music take control of her. She sang, chuckled and swayed with the melody that accompanied the reckless driving.

  There they sat, looking out on a vast ocean, stretching for miles beneath the cliff, which the Cadillac was parked not too far from the edge of. The sun was diminishing into the sea, casting a fiery red and yellow glow across the water as it descended. There was a warm, salt-scented breeze blowing about the vehicle, leaving a refreshed feeling on Cole’s skin, which was welcomed openly after the sweat box of the maze he recently left behind.

  After removing the seat belt from around his waist, he watched a roguish-looking Vicki climb into the back seat. Cole sung his arm over the back rest of his passenger seat and looked over his shoulder in bewilderment towards Vicki.

  “Well... are you joining me?” she asked, smiling wickedly like a Cheshire cat just before her head disappeared behind the driver’s seat and down towards the floor. When she returned, she brought with her an ice box, which she placed down on the seat beside her, opened the lid, and pulled out a bottle of Champagne and some strawberries. “For emergencies!” she chuckled and shrugged her shoulders casually.

  Cole pulled his body across the back of the seat and slumped on to the seat next to Vicki. The sun was glaring from behind and through her hair, which, when blowing in the breeze, look like a wave of flames. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds as they locked firmly with his. Cole took the Champagne from her hand and twisted the cork until it popped from the neck of the bottle.

  Vicky turned, resting her back against the cold steel side of the car, to push her long legs out straight, along the hot leather seat, in the direction of where Cole sat, impatiently shifting from the wanton desire curling inside him.

  “Vicki, I want you to close your eyes,” demanded Cole.

  Her eyes stayed firmly on his for a second, as though she was deciding whether she should put her trust in him, but she soon closed her eyes, and willingly gave herself to him. Cole took the cold bottle of bubbly and moved his large body to hover over hers, studying her from head to toe, soaking in the desire of this woman as it plagued his mind. He brought the bottle to her mouth, and she parted her lips just enough so that he could pour a portion of the contents into her mouth. She was beginning to pant, but as Cole tipped the liquid in, she lapped eagerly at champagne as it fizzed in her mouth and on her lips, allowing a tiny bit to trickle down her chin.

  He placed the bottle down and began to unbutton her shirt to reveal her heaving breasts, desperate to be freed from the lace fabric containing them. His placed his fingers in the hem of her shorts, popped the button, and took a firm grip of the denim, skimming her shorts down her silky thighs, taking her panties with them.

  He whimpered with great satisfaction as he eyes came upon her bare, wet pussy. She was ready and waiting for him to take her fully. Her breathing had gotten louder and he felt his own mimicking hers.

  Vicki placed one long leg over the back of the seat, to rest on the boot of her car, and the other she planted on the floor, leaving herself exposed and vulnerable.

  Cole pushed his hand into
the cooling box and pulled out an ice cube, which he pressed on the inside on Vicki’s thigh, gliding it up closer to her pussy, leaving a water trail as it progressed towards it destination. She flinched and whined as the cold solid substance moved over her hot flesh, but groaned in surprise when Cole rubbed the ice over her swollen clit.

  Damn, she looks so beautiful when she writhes helpless before me, he thought, watching her struggle against the chilly sensation upon her hot sex when, just then, he pushed the cube inside her. Her hips bucked and she squirmed like a fish out of water, fighting the strange feel of the ice cube cooling her insides, her nails almost pierced the leather of the seats as they dug in from her powerful grip.

  Cole let out a wicked chuckle, but soon stopped when Vicki’s eyes opened and latched with his. Deep-rooted desire misted within those sea blue sapphires, and with that one promiscuous look, he felt all control slip from him. The willpower he had managed to sustain up to now had gone within seconds, and he needed to feel the warmth of her body wrapped around his. He rolled his t-shirt off over his head, showing her that powerful, masculine body of his once more. He felt her eyes studying him as he stripped free of his jeans and briefs, and pressed his taut frame to hers.

  His achingly stiff, hard cock pressed to the entrance of her sex, lingering there, teasing both himself and Vicki, as he relished in the feeling her smooth, sensual body pushed against his.

  “Take me, Cole. Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow,” she murmured against his lips.

  Her words broke him. He pushed himself slowly into her tight, hot cunt, taking pleasure in the feeling of her enveloping his large, rigid cock. He stopped for a moment once he was fully inside, to let the surreality of his current situation sink it. His fingers coiled into her fiery hair, his teeth found the tender flesh at her neck, and he bit down hard, causing Vicki to squeal from the searing pain shooting through her, and Cole felt her body tighten. The primal need he felt swarming throughout his entire body pushed his power overboard, and he began to flex his hips with a brutal force, pushing so hard in to her sex that she flinched in pain.