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declined with a quick hug. She walked out the door and headed to her truck, wondering if indeed the masked man would show, and how long was she supposed to wait.
It was a warm, moonless night, and the few lights gave off a yellow dingy glow. Cassie got in her truck and sat, thinking. She turned on the radio and looked at the clock. Eleven thirty. Cheven’s would be hopping at this time. Maybe she should go there, see Rick. Of course in her current state she might jump him, and that wouldn’t be smart. She darted her eyes to the clock. Only three minutes had passed.
Without the music, the heat, and the sight of cut male flesh, her body began to cool, and her arousal to dissipate. And she began to second-guess her decision. She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, glanced at the clock again. Six minutes. She sighed, reached up to turn the key when a knock on her passenger window made her jump.
Son of a bitch was there. Dressed in jeans, Tshirt, and still wearing his mask. Of course without it, she might not have known him.
She unlocked the door electronically from her side of the vehicle and he slipped onto the bench seat.
For a moment they stared at each other, Cassie full of nerves, the masked man full of intense arousal. He slowly reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small, square, flat object and laid it deliberately on the dash. A condom.
Cassie gulped. “Here?”
The man looked around the dim parking lot, then pointed to a darkened area on the far side of the building, a one-car garage of sorts.
“Isn’t that someone’s spot?”
The man nodded. “Owner’s. Already left.”
Cassie drew in a deep breath, started the truck and pulled into the spot, turned the key off. “I… haven’t…this…” she stammered, not looking at the man.
He scooted over and turned to rest one knee on the seat and cupped her face. His eyes were a deep, clear green. His gaze was predatory. His head came down and Cassie pushed her fingertips against his lips. “No kissing.”
The man made a disapproving sound, but angled his head to kiss her temples, her eyes, then lower to her neck. His tongue came out to trace her throat and she felt her womb contract. She sighed in pleasure, hands reaching to grasp his shoulders.
He twisted her on the seat and pulled, gripping her hips until she slid a leg over his lap and straddled him. She felt his fingers dig into her jeans as he yanked her hard against his body. The thick ridge of his erection pressed into her already swollen clit and she whimpered.
Her hands tunneled into his thick dark hair and encountered the mask tie. She paused, curious to see his features, yet darkly aroused by the anonymity. She clutched the top of his head instead, and arched back as his fingers traveled up over her ribcage and gently cupped her breasts. Wanting flesh on flesh, she reached for the hem of his shirt and dragged it up. Within seconds both tops were flung off and hot eyes raked her lace-clad breasts. He trailed one warm finger over the top edge before he gently pushed her back to lean down and run his tongue over the newly exposed skin.
She shivered when she felt her bra clasp released, sighed in pleasure as it too was tossed aside and the material replaced with hungry lips. The man groaned as he took a hard nipple into his moist mouth, suckled the pulp flesh, and flicked his tongue over the puckered bud. Each swirl, every rasp of his teeth against her heated flesh sent a zing of electricity to her core. Her pussy contracted in agony, weeping to be filled.
Cassie ran a hand over his strong shoulders, across his lean chest and found flat nipples. She brushed her thumb over one and felt him shudder beneath her hands. Then she was swung around and laid gently on the bench seat, one knee bent up, her other leg flung over the edge.
She watched as he took her breasts in both hands and kneaded the flesh. He moved down her body, kissing the softness between her breasts, down
It was a warm, moonless night, and the few lights gave off a yellow dingy glow. Cassie got in her truck and sat, thinking. She turned on the radio and looked at the clock. Eleven thirty. Cheven’s would be hopping at this time. Maybe she should go there, see Rick. Of course in her current state she might jump him, and that wouldn’t be smart. She darted her eyes to the clock. Only three minutes had passed.
Without the music, the heat, and the sight of cut male flesh, her body began to cool, and her arousal to dissipate. And she began to second-guess her decision. She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, glanced at the clock again. Six minutes. She sighed, reached up to turn the key when a knock on her passenger window made her jump.
Son of a bitch was there. Dressed in jeans, Tshirt, and still wearing his mask. Of course without it, she might not have known him.
She unlocked the door electronically from her side of the vehicle and he slipped onto the bench seat.
For a moment they stared at each other, Cassie full of nerves, the masked man full of intense arousal. He slowly reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small, square, flat object and laid it deliberately on the dash. A condom.
Cassie gulped. “Here?”
The man looked around the dim parking lot, then pointed to a darkened area on the far side of the building, a one-car garage of sorts.
“Isn’t that someone’s spot?”
The man nodded. “Owner’s. Already left.”
Cassie drew in a deep breath, started the truck and pulled into the spot, turned the key off. “I… haven’t…this…” she stammered, not looking at the man.
He scooted over and turned to rest one knee on the seat and cupped her face. His eyes were a deep, clear green. His gaze was predatory. His head came down and Cassie pushed her fingertips against his lips. “No kissing.”
The man made a disapproving sound, but angled his head to kiss her temples, her eyes, then lower to her neck. His tongue came out to trace her throat and she felt her womb contract. She sighed in pleasure, hands reaching to grasp his shoulders.
He twisted her on the seat and pulled, gripping her hips until she slid a leg over his lap and straddled him. She felt his fingers dig into her jeans as he yanked her hard against his body. The thick ridge of his erection pressed into her already swollen clit and she whimpered.
Her hands tunneled into his thick dark hair and encountered the mask tie. She paused, curious to see his features, yet darkly aroused by the anonymity. She clutched the top of his head instead, and arched back as his fingers traveled up over her ribcage and gently cupped her breasts. Wanting flesh on flesh, she reached for the hem of his shirt and dragged it up. Within seconds both tops were flung off and hot eyes raked her lace-clad breasts. He trailed one warm finger over the top edge before he gently pushed her back to lean down and run his tongue over the newly exposed skin.
She shivered when she felt her bra clasp released, sighed in pleasure as it too was tossed aside and the material replaced with hungry lips. The man groaned as he took a hard nipple into his moist mouth, suckled the pulp flesh, and flicked his tongue over the puckered bud. Each swirl, every rasp of his teeth against her heated flesh sent a zing of electricity to her core. Her pussy contracted in agony, weeping to be filled.
Cassie ran a hand over his strong shoulders, across his lean chest and found flat nipples. She brushed her thumb over one and felt him shudder beneath her hands. Then she was swung around and laid gently on the bench seat, one knee bent up, her other leg flung over the edge.
She watched as he took her breasts in both hands and kneaded the flesh. He moved down her body, kissing the softness between her breasts, down
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