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the turn-row. We came to a stop about a hundred yards
from the main road.
    This time, he didn’t pull me over the
console. He carefully chose a CD from his glove compartment and
slid it inside the player. It was a Dave Koz CD. He opened up his
door and when he reached my side of truck, he discovered I had
already crawled into the back seat of the cab. He didn’t waste any
time joining me.
    As the soft saxophone music played, he
pulled my legs over his lap and cradled me in his arms; which was
quickly becoming my favorite place in the entire universe. And here
it came—ahhhh—the kiss. We nestled into one another and began our
lingual dance. There was a comforting sense of familiarity between
our bodies. There was no space between us and every nook and curve
fit together seamlessly.
    I lightly tugged on his hair as he
kissed me deeply. His immense, manly hands moved over my body. He
began to kiss me with more urgency as our bodies writhed in the
leather seats. My head was turned to the side; still locked onto
his lips, while my body was turned away from his. He pressed his
excitement against my backside, grinding his hardness against me,
as his hand slid under my shirt. His touch caressed my belly and
slipped under my bra. Our breathing was rapid and sharp.
    Then he turned my body toward his and
pulled my long leg over his hip. He reached up; slowly and
methodically unbuttoning my blouse, then reaching behind to unclasp
my bra.
    He sat up in the seat, pulling me up to
straddle his lap. I leaned back and grabbed his black hat from the
front seat. I allowed my blouse to fall from my shoulders and
slipped out of my bra, straightened up and looked seductively into
his eyes as I felt his passion growing and pulsing through the
fabric of our jeans.
    We rocked against each other as he
reached up and massaged my naked breasts. I reached forward;
unsnapped his shirt and slowly raked my fingernail tips against the
neatly trimmed, dark hair on his chest that ran down the middle of
his muscular belly.
    He groaned and in a deep, guttural
tone, he looked up at me and said, “You’re about the sexiest damn
thing I’ve ever seen.”
    I leaned forward and began kissing him
again; but more tenderly this time. I pressed my chest against his.
The skin contact was electrifying and dizzying.
    He grabbed my hands and held them
behind my back. Leaning forward, he began to tease my left nipple
with his mouth, and then moved his attention to the right. He
alternated sucking and lightly flicking them with his tongue. I
felt a pulsating, fiery volt shooting along the V from my nipples
to my clit, which had begun to throb.
    I don’t know if it was out of
reciprocity or curiosity, but could no longer resist the urge to
slide my hand lower. I pulled a hand loose from his grip and
reached down. My palm and fingers rubbed the outline of his manhood
straining against the taught denim. He moaned and pressed against
my hand.
    Oh, my God. That part of him was most
definitely in proportion with his height. The size of his hands had
not given any false indication. There was absolutely nothing about
him that could be considered a disappointment. In fact, I was
rather pleased with what I had just discovered. Once again, we
found each other smiling as we kissed.
    Just as our desire was about to reach
the point of no return, he put his hands on my hips and said
softly, “Hey, beautiful. This isn’t the time or place for this to
happen. I have something much more special in mind for you. I want
you so badly, but I want it to be perfect for us. I think too much
of you for our first time together to be in the back seat of a
truck. I want it to be the most unforgettable time of our
lives.”
    We reassembled our disarrayed clothing.
I climbed back into the front seat as he got out and took the
driver’s seat. He looked over and realized I was still wearing his
hat.
    “ Sister, you’re gonna drive
me crazy,” he sighed while shaking his head.
    “ Well, Mister,