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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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