“Pull over,” he whispered into her ear.
Samantha glanced in the rear view mirror. They were alone on the highway.
“Pull over,” he urged her again.
“I can’t,” she shook her head, staring at the highway in front of her.
“Yes you can,” he began to pull off his jeans, wiggling and pushing them over his knees. His boxers went next, and then his shirt came off and was thrown onto the floorboards.
Samantha’s eyes went wide and her foot slipped off the accelerator. The truck slowed dramatically, and she stamped on it, revving the engine.
“You can jerk me off while you drive,” he suggested, grabbing her right hand and wrapping her fingers around the base of it, moving it up and down in a masturbating motion.
“What, and not get to enjoy any of it myself?” She gave him a wry smile. Slowing down and giving a last glance into the rearview mirror, she pulled off to the side of the road as far as she could. With the car stopped and turned off, she pushed her jeans off, taking her panties with it, and looked over at him.
“You’re going to have to be on top,” he told her. Samantha thumbed over the precum on the head of his penis and rubbed it around, lubricating him. With a nervous sigh, she slid over on the seat and climbed on his lap.
Jared pulled off her top and threw the bra on the floor as well, his hands pulling on her shoulders so he could take her breasts into his mouth. Samantha’s hands wove through his hair and around his neck, holding him against her bare chest as her breathing quickened.
Jared took his penis and rubbed it against her thigh, and then began sliding it back and forth across her wet slit. Samantha’s mouth gasped as she closed her eyes, her mouth in a silent ‘o’ as she spread her swollen lips over the engorged head of his penis. She took in his shaft and began to rock her hips, leaning into him, pressing her breasts against his bare chest.
Bracing her knees on the seats, she swung her hips forward and back, pushing down on his thickened penis. Her breathing built up hard and fast and Jared’s fingers dug into her hips, trying to slow her bucking.
“Slow down,” he said through gritted teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m fixin’ to come,” he attempted to pull her body close to his, his mouth on her neck, sucking hard and leaving a mark.
“God no,” Samantha dug her nails into his shoulders, her head thrown back. Her inner muscles began to contract and slicken as her pace grew faster.
“Samantha—” Jared grabbed her hips and tried to force her to still her hips as his penis began to swell. Her breath was coming in short, small whimpers as she ground her pelvic bone, her inner walls rippling and shuddering, tremors racking her shoulders.
Jared gave up trying to control her rhythm as he erupted within her, bursts of hot, sticky semen shooting into her. Samantha collapsed against him, her body still trembling from her orgasm.
“Oh gosh,” Jared gave a weak laugh, rubbing his eyes.
Samantha was about to answer when there was a loud banging on the truck window. Their eyes wide with shock, they both stared at the State Trooper glaring at them through the glass.
ANNA WHO CAN SING
Edward leaned against the doorframe and listened to Anna, humming and singing along to the music playing in the background as she put away the kitchen.
It had been four months since they’d met, and it was the first time he had heard her sing. He had decided to move in as her roommate, but he had no idea that their casual friendship could develop.
When he first met her, he had to admit he thought of nothing else but burying himself to the hilt while pulling her panties to the side, but each day longer that he knew her, the more he loved her. Now that he heard her singing, her voice drew him in even more, his heart swelling and threatening to break as each strong and clear note split through the air, vibrating and hanging.
Out of her view, not that she would have noticed him anyway, he watched her stand on tiptoe, sliding the dishes into the cabinet, her slender frame stretched out.
Her waist was thin, almost too thin for his tastes, her honey brown hair hung down her back, and her tanned skin was fading from avoiding the sun. There were moments that she eluded him content to be only roommates. Then there were moments that she smiled and gave him a glance that was smoldering and he could swear there was lust under the twinkle of her eye.
“Why in the world did you never go into singing?” He interrupted, shoving off the frame and walking into the kitchen.
“I wanted to,” her eyes dropped to her hands and she looked disappointed.
“But?” Edward asked.
“But my mother said it just wasn’t what I was supposed to do. I was supposed to grow up and go to college, get serious, go into law,” she shrugged, stepping backward away from him.
“Are you kidding? We need to send you out to a few live music bars around here,” he pushed some of the more frazzled strands of hair away from his face.
“Really? You think I’m good enough?” She tilted her head, her cheeks turning pink. “I mean, a lot of girls think about that kinda thing, but am I really good enough that people want to hear me?” Anna put her hands on her hips.
I friggin’ love when she starts to look sassy, Edward noticed, grinning. “I think you’re good enough,” he nodded in encouragement.
Anna’s eyes sparkled as she stared at his face, her fingers running over his hard cheeks and square jaw, tracing his brows and pushing his hair back from his forehead. “You shaved,” she noticed, running the palm of her hand over his lower face.
Edward turned his head and kissed her palm, his hand catching her wrist and tightening, bringing her wrist to his lips, his tongue darting out to stroke the vein. He lingered a moment longer than was appropriate, then let her pull her hand back to her side.
“You promised,” she whispered.
“I have to go back on my word,” Edward gently lifted her chin. “You’re so beautiful,” he pressed his warm lips against the pulse of her throat. “You’re so desirable,” he murmured against her cheek. He softly kissed her closed eyelids. “You’re exactly what I’ve been lacking in my life,” he breathed over her hair.
Anna loosened his tie and pushed his suit coat off of his shoulders, letting it land on the kitchen table. Edward didn’t think twice about the three hundred dollar jacket being wrinkled or ruined. All he could think about was Anna’s clothes melting off.
She began the task of unbuttoning his business shirt, baby pink.
“This shirt looks good on you,” she smiled, placing both of her palms on his bare chest. She felt the muscles jerk slightly and relax at her touch, her hands cool and dry and soft.
“What can I say, you have good taste. Since you started picking out my clothes, I’ve been the envy of all the men at the office,” he teased, kissing her on the mouth. Anna’s lips opened against his and he took advantage, his tongue sweeping inside and searching. His hands cupped her face as they made out like teenagers.
Anna broke off the kiss, her breathing accelerated.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” she bit her lower lip, looking down again. “I’ve not been with a whole lot of men,” she lifted her eyes again and looked him in the eyes.
“And that’s bad? Anna, I do believe you’re the first girl who’s said that, and I believe,” he chuckled. He sat down on the kitchen stool and pulled her between his knees, his hands wrapping around her thighs and then sliding under her skirt. He pulled her panties aside and ran his finger over her swollen crease, sliding between and testing her moistness.
Her eyes didn’t leave his, even when her lips parted and she gasped at his protrusion. She felt the dampness start to wet her panties, as he stroked her a little more deliberately. Her body swayed until she was being held up by his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself, hugging him and hiding her face in his neck.
“You tell me. It’s your pace,” he whispered in her ear. “Would you like to go to the bed?” H
e asked, withdrawing his hand from her panties.
Anna’s eyes were slightly wide.
“I—” she couldn’t get the words out. “I don’t know,” she swallowed the huge lump in her throat. “I want to,” she hesitated.
“But?” He asked, his hands pulling her shirt up, his lips kissing her midsection.
“No falling in love,” she pleaded.
“You let me worry about that,” he hushed her, leading her by the hand to the bedroom.
He glanced around her room, noticing it for the first time. The sun was setting outside casting a deep yellow and gold across the lavender walls, turning the grayish color more purple. She had little furniture in the room, and the silver colored bedspread was perfectly made and tucked with tight corners.
Out of courtesy to her hard work on the décor, he pulled back the covers, revealing tightly stretched, perfect sheets. Light gray, to match the bedspread, and completely feminine. Anna must have realized what he was thinking.
“Too girly?” She blushed, sitting on the sheets.
“So perfectly you,” he pushed her back onto the sheets and reached under her skirt, pulling on her panties. Edward slid them down her thighs and over her knees, picking up her dainty feet and set down her lacey panties on the nightstand. Normally, he would have thrown them on the floor, but after seeing her ordered room, he reasoned it would be more appreciated if he set them down with care.
He pulled off her skirt next and placed it on top of her panties as well, staring at her naked thighs. He noticed the neat care she had taken to trim herself, symmetrical, an eighth of an inch and a slight upside down triangle shape.
Wow, that’s so…pretty. Edward thought to himself. He had the overwhelming desire to nuzzle it, feel its softness…it looked like downy fur.
Instead, he pulled off her top and examined her breasts, small and perky, held in place by a lacey bra that matched her panties. They were sheer and through the little bits of lace he could see her nipple, hardened, tightening, and darkening.
“Would you like to undress me?” He raised an eyebrow, pausing. His shirt was already undone to the waist, and he could feel his semi-hard erection pushing its way through the opening on his boxer-briefs.
He watched her hand reach out for his pants, undoing the belt with careful precision. She pulled the belt open slowly and eased it through the loops. Edward watched as she went agonizingly slow. Her fingers pried open the button on his suit pants and then unzipped his zipper, her knuckles brushing over the bulge in his underpants. He stepped out of the pants and left them on the floor when she reached down for them.
“Leave them,” he grinned, grabbing her hand and preventing her from picking them up. She stopped, her face in front of the growing hump that was rounding out the front of his boxer-briefs. She was frozen in place, and Edward could feel her hot breath, short and accelerated, emanating across his stiffening hard-on.
She slid her fingers over the elastic waistband and tugged, watching the muscles in his butt and hips clench and tighten, anticipating her next move. She pulled more and slid them over his thighs, noticing the firm muscle, long and lean from running every morning. She let them fall the rest of the way to the floor and then looked up at him, avoiding the hard piece of flesh that had sprung forward toward her.
Edward lowered himself over her and nudged her thighs open with his knee, shifting his weight and wiggling his hips in between her open legs. Anna pushed the shirt off his shoulders and he threw it to the floor, and then finally removed her bra, letting his body settle over hers.
Anna pushed her body against his, reveling in the warmth and firmness, trying to slide the pieces of her body to fill the crevices his body created.
Edward adjusted his rigid flesh at the hot and moist opening, sliding between the swollen, puffy lips. He thrusted his hips slightly and coated himself in her lusty dampness, and rubbed his shaft against her clitoris.
Anna weaved her arms around his body and pushed back against him, grinding her hips against his, trying to rub herself against him to accelerate her orgasm. The head of his hard-on slipped inside of her when she ground up against him and she pulled back her hips, forcing him to withdraw.
Edward resumed to rub the head of his penis across her opening, and then guided himself deep inside of her.
“Ooohhh,” Anna moaned, closing her eyes and throwing her head back into the pillows. Edward pushed further and deeper and slid his hands under her bottom to lift her up slightly, so he could sheath himself even further. He pulled out slightly, her body responding, as her climax was building, her muscles clenching and spasming against his shaft.
He pressed forward again, his thrusts slow and calculated, pushing down into her rather than just thrusting hard. Sex with Anna was not like any other woman he had ever encountered. He wanted to linger in her luxurious body, hit her core as her muscles tightened around him.
Edward maintained his strength, groaning as she tightened her arms around him, her hands running down his shoulders and to his lower back, pulling him closer and tighter against her. He aimed for length rather than speed, locking his hips and lifting with every thrust. He bent his head over hers and pushed his tongue into her mouth.
“Edward,” she moaned, her hands squeezing his bottom. “Closer,” she rasped, the heat inside of her groin swirling and building into a stifling pressure.
She drew her knees up toward her body and her thighs opened more. Just when Edward was unsure how much more he could take, his body plunged even further. Her muscles contracted and spasmed and he brought his body closer to hers, rubbing his chest against her nipples.
Anna cried out and her arms tightened as her body arched against him. With more force than he intended, he pumped into her a few more times and unable to hold back, erupted inside of her. He could feel himself pulsate and swell, his hot semen searing through her multiple times, orgasmic shudders ripping through his shoulders down to his thighs. The enormous pressure that had been welling up inside of his groin was like a wave now that was subsiding back to the open sea.
Edward held himself still for a moment, his eyes watching Anna as she reached up with her hand and pushed his damp hair off his forehead again. She was always constantly playing with his hair.
“Are you okay?” He asked her, pulling out, trying to avoid dripping anything on her perfectly clean sheets. She nodded, rolling onto her side and tightening her knees together. He drew the covers over her body and threw his hand over her waist, staring at her.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, his eyes scanning over her features to see if she was upset.
“For what?” Anna was confused.
“I feel like I pressured you,” he confessed. Anna touched his face, her fingers again going over his jaw. She rolled over onto her other side and then backed up to him, pressing her bare back and bottom into his body, spooning. “If you keep wiggling your butt like that, I may pressure you again,” he warned, the heavy breath tickling her ear. She responded by wiggling and backing into him a little harder.
THE LOCKER ROOM
“Hey, good game.” Amanda grinned as Tim’s best friend, Josh walked by.
“Yeah. Sure.” Josh snorted, rolling his eyes. The rest of the hockey players passed them by, patting him on the shoulder as they emptied out of the locker room. “We only lost without scoring at all, to our biggest rival,” Josh gave her a half smile, trying to keep positive.
“Is Tim dead or what?” She asked his best friend, half annoyed.
“I think he just got in the shower late.” Josh told her. “I think he’s the only one left in there…” Josh let his voice trail off, winking at her. Amanda gave him a glance and blushed.
“Thanks,” she mumbled. Two more players came out, and feeling confident there was no one left in the locker room, she pushed open the door. She looked around and disappeared, hurrying down the long hallway to the double doors at the very end. She pulled it open and was immediately caught by the smell.
She parted her lips and tried to breathe through her mouth as much as possible as she searched the room for her boyfriend. She wasn’t sure what the smell was, but it was pretty vulgar.
As she neared the shower area, the steam was settling over the benches causing damp dew. In the corner she saw a padded table and several high benches. She pressed in even further, and saw Tim slinging a backpack over his shoulder, staring at the floor.
“Hey,” she stepped in front of him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “You played a hard game.” She planted a kiss on his cheek.
“We lost Amanda. It wasn’t so terrific.” Tim replied blankly.
“You lost, but it had some killer action,” Amanda grinned. “Besides, we all know that’s why people come to the games anyway.”
Tim stared at her. “No, that’s not what counts. We’re out. We lost. This is it, end of the line,” he bounced on his heels.
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