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that came to just below his ears. She couldn’t believe how such an unkempt mop could heighten her attraction to him, but it did. Her gaze went to his full lips. Man, she would love to run a fingertip across them.
“Like what you see?” he taunted.
She cleared her throat and stared down at her hands. How could she possibly respond to such a question?
Laying his fingers under her chin, he lifted her head and turned it toward him. “Wanna take them for a test run?”
Melanie was shocked, but at the same time she was intrigued. This man was offering to kiss her without even knowing her name. Although, it would be an adventure. In the grand scheme of things, kissing a man other than her husband wasn’t much of a sin. Was it?
Forcing herself to speak, she said, “You don’t even know my name. And I don’t know yours.”
“No names. What do you want to do to my lips?”
“Just touch them,” she replied numbly.
He took her hand and laid a finger on his soft lips. She sighed. This was a sensual, not sexual act. She slid her finger from corner to corner. There wasn’t a bit of dryness on them. His finger followed suit on her lips, languidly sliding from one side of her mouth to the other.
His head inched toward hers, he gave her a gentle kiss, and she inhaled sharply at the sensations that coursed through her. With that simple moment, her body nearly burst with lust. He cupped the back of her head with his hand and drew her closer as he shifted in the passenger seat. His lips met hers again, inflaming her loins even further. How could this be possible? Even Jake didn’t excite her like this. Maybe it was just because it was dangerous to be doing this on the side of the road in broad daylight.
When she gave in to the feelings, his kiss changed. Now his lips devoured hers as though he would never get to taste them again. His hand slid under her knit shirt and to her bra. His fingers followed the fabric to the back and unhooked her brassiere. Now her breasts were freed, and he embraced her right mound, gently pinching the nipple.
Oh, the feelings of excitement this stranger created in her!
His right hand moved, spreading her legs and gliding up her denim-covered left thigh. It didn’t come to a rest until he wedged his hand between her buttocks and the car seat. The heel of his hand stopped against her clothed womanhood. The pressure made her yearn for more. She couldn’t not grind against it. The sensations increased. This man was doing everything for her. She needed to do something for him.
Melanie reached for him and searched with her hand until she found the bulge in his jeans. She rubbed him, and he groaned into her mouth. She rubbed a little harder.
His lips ground such heat into her that she succumbed to his will and let him do whatever he wanted, which included unzipping her jeans and working his hand into them. He rubbed her through her panties for several seconds, eventually inserting his fingers between them and her naked flesh.
She writhed on the seat. His finger slipped into her hot, moist womanhood. When he withdrew it, he located her clitoris and rubbed it lightly, drawing forth more sensations than she thought she had. Then it happened; her body couldn’t take the excitement anymore. She let her orgasm flow over her with a slight groan of pleasure.
With a start, Melanie opened her eyes. The motorcycle was no longer in sight, but a tow truck was coming down the highway. In a way, she was disappointed that it had just been a dream.
***
After a quick chef’s salad at a nearby restaurant, Melanie walked back to the motel. On the way, motorcycles roared past her again. The bikers had the same emblem on the backs of their jackets as the biker from earlier that day. Was that man among them?
Several motorcycles pulled into the motel where she was staying.
Rounding the corner to her room, she noticed that two
“Like what you see?” he taunted.
She cleared her throat and stared down at her hands. How could she possibly respond to such a question?
Laying his fingers under her chin, he lifted her head and turned it toward him. “Wanna take them for a test run?”
Melanie was shocked, but at the same time she was intrigued. This man was offering to kiss her without even knowing her name. Although, it would be an adventure. In the grand scheme of things, kissing a man other than her husband wasn’t much of a sin. Was it?
Forcing herself to speak, she said, “You don’t even know my name. And I don’t know yours.”
“No names. What do you want to do to my lips?”
“Just touch them,” she replied numbly.
He took her hand and laid a finger on his soft lips. She sighed. This was a sensual, not sexual act. She slid her finger from corner to corner. There wasn’t a bit of dryness on them. His finger followed suit on her lips, languidly sliding from one side of her mouth to the other.
His head inched toward hers, he gave her a gentle kiss, and she inhaled sharply at the sensations that coursed through her. With that simple moment, her body nearly burst with lust. He cupped the back of her head with his hand and drew her closer as he shifted in the passenger seat. His lips met hers again, inflaming her loins even further. How could this be possible? Even Jake didn’t excite her like this. Maybe it was just because it was dangerous to be doing this on the side of the road in broad daylight.
When she gave in to the feelings, his kiss changed. Now his lips devoured hers as though he would never get to taste them again. His hand slid under her knit shirt and to her bra. His fingers followed the fabric to the back and unhooked her brassiere. Now her breasts were freed, and he embraced her right mound, gently pinching the nipple.
Oh, the feelings of excitement this stranger created in her!
His right hand moved, spreading her legs and gliding up her denim-covered left thigh. It didn’t come to a rest until he wedged his hand between her buttocks and the car seat. The heel of his hand stopped against her clothed womanhood. The pressure made her yearn for more. She couldn’t not grind against it. The sensations increased. This man was doing everything for her. She needed to do something for him.
Melanie reached for him and searched with her hand until she found the bulge in his jeans. She rubbed him, and he groaned into her mouth. She rubbed a little harder.
His lips ground such heat into her that she succumbed to his will and let him do whatever he wanted, which included unzipping her jeans and working his hand into them. He rubbed her through her panties for several seconds, eventually inserting his fingers between them and her naked flesh.
She writhed on the seat. His finger slipped into her hot, moist womanhood. When he withdrew it, he located her clitoris and rubbed it lightly, drawing forth more sensations than she thought she had. Then it happened; her body couldn’t take the excitement anymore. She let her orgasm flow over her with a slight groan of pleasure.
With a start, Melanie opened her eyes. The motorcycle was no longer in sight, but a tow truck was coming down the highway. In a way, she was disappointed that it had just been a dream.
***
After a quick chef’s salad at a nearby restaurant, Melanie walked back to the motel. On the way, motorcycles roared past her again. The bikers had the same emblem on the backs of their jackets as the biker from earlier that day. Was that man among them?
Several motorcycles pulled into the motel where she was staying.
Rounding the corner to her room, she noticed that two
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