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Nothing
by AJ
Heard
I am standing at a dessert crossroads
Dust swirling around my sandaled feet
Calf length skirt flaring out with the wind
It is warm but still I get goosebumps
Along my bare arms
Silver necklace glinting in the sun
Where it disappears
Into the cleft between my breasts
A shiver causing my nipples to peak
Straining against the slippery silk of my shirt
Looking either way I can see into forever
Nothing only the long stretch of road in 4 directions
To the feet of the distant mountains
Hot sun overhead
I feel a slow trickle of sweat slip down my back
Looking down the road again
I see a cloud of dust
Approaching fast like the monster in the movies
First he's there, then here
And the next thing you know he's right in front of you
And you've no where to go
It is blue steel in color two door
Stopped no more that a yard away
He steps out of the car standing looking at me
Inspecting me as if I'm bought and paid for
Stepping forward he slides an arm around my waist
Twining his hand in my hair
He touches my lips with his
Pulling my head back
Trailing hot wet kisses down the side of my neck
All the way to the end of the silver chain
Then licking his way back up to my mouth
A deep kiss tongues so entwined
Don't know where he leaves off and I begin
Biting my lips as turning me we lean against the car
Rough hand sliding up my hem
Pulling my panties aside
He begins to explore
My flesh suddenly growing wet encourages him
Fingers hone in on sensitive bud
Teasing, tweaking gently, pulling
My hips start to move restlessly
Nipples hard , aching for attention
Leaving my mouth, he moves to my breasts
Hot and wet, suckling through the silk
I am moaning and writhing
Wet milky essence glides slowly down my leg
His mouth stays on me
His hands go to his belt undoing his jeans
Penis Hot Marble and velvet springs forth
His hands go to my thighs pushing them apart
My panties ripped and fluttering to the ground
A flag of capitulation
Pulling my hips forward
Unerringly thrusting home
I cry out arching up meeting thrust for thrust
His hands pinning me to the hot metal
Stopping suddenly
Taking me by the shoulder he's turning me around
My stomach against heated steel
I feel every inch as he thrusts into me from behind
Pulling out to the tip and plunging in again and again
As I start to shake I sense his climax approaching
Losing all sense of contact
My own overtakes me in sheets of sensations
Leaving me gasping face down
Sprawled on the hood of the car like a broken doll
Coming to my senses I realize he in entering the car
And as I stand with the echoes of my release
Still ringing inside me
I watch him recede into the distance
Back into the nothing he came out of
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