Page 20 of The River in Spring
Right when I’m about to get a glimpse of the twin treasures, the van behind me honks its frustration. Shit! A glance at the speedometer confirms the stats. I’m only going thirty. Now I’m the mountain climber blocking their ascent. I add one descriptive word. Thehornymountain climber.
Dove starts chuckling, and it’s contagious. The blouse returns to its rightful place, covering her breasts.
“Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. Let’s just get to your house in one piece.”
I make the turn onto the property and from the rearview mirror I see the family continue their happy journey. If little cartoon birds were surrounding the van tweeting an accompaniment I would not be surprised. And something more. For the first time I feel the call of that kind of joy. Maybe it does exist.
No more fucking around. Get to it, man. I start removing my sweater. Holding the steering wheel with my knees, I maneuver one arm free and then the other. Over my head. It gets tossed in the back. At first, I have an audience. Until I move to the buttons on my shirt. Then I am joined in the unveiling. Dove kicks off her shoes then unbuttons and unzips the jeans. What? You’ll play? Oh yeah! This woman gets more inside my head with every new thing learned.
When my shirt falls to the seat, she runs fingers over my chest. It’s fucking exhilarating. The feel of a delicate hand brushing my nipples is like a feast to the starving man. I reach between her legs. My middle finger traces the seam, up and back. Up and back.
“I can’t wait to kiss those lips.”
She lifts and pushes down the denim, revealing a delicate white lace triangle that covers what I want to see. She is out of the pants and watching my face as she does it. There’s some happy little tune accompanying the reveal. I cannot speak. Excitement has rendered me mute. My heart is about to explode. 911 emergency.
Her seat gets reclined, and one silky leg lifts and a foot settles on the dashboard. She runs a finger over her slit, to tease. Mission accomplished. Then she pulls back the panties. The bush is gone, and in its place the most gorgeous smooth pussy awaits my touch. I have never been with a woman so free. Oh God. Her eyes lower and then lift to mine.
“Want to kiss them now?”
In the history of rhetorical questions, that is number one. I stop the car where it is, alongside the field of grass and riotous wildflowers. I can see the corner of the house, but it might as well be miles away in another county. Shutting the motor off, I unbuckle the seatbelt, and head for heaven. I take in the clean scent of her, before my tongue finds the softness and fingers part the way. A pink, wet, welcoming thing of beauty awaits the lustful attention I have to give. Glistening juices are beginning to show.
“Your sweet pussy.”
That’s all I can get out before going back in.
“Ohhh. Lick me,” she sighs, head resting against the seat.
I do as asked. As demanded by every impulse. My will to please her is great. Want her to want me in equal measure. Taste number one. The pink clit is poking out of the hood. Undeniably the center of the Universe. The tiny marble that sits on the throne demands my attention. Even though we just met a minute ago. I worship her with my mouth, tongue, and lips and absorb the sounds made by her pleasure. A moan that will never be forgotten. An intake of breath. So real and raw.
When our eyes meet she grabs a fistful of my hair. “Show me your cock.”
The words spill out of luscious lips. Then, she giggles. It’s a command I follow, raising my hips and pulling down my jeans and boxer briefs all in one. A grateful dick escapes the bondage of my pants and lifts in her honor. Luckily, I do not come empty-handed. Fingers encircle me and just the touch alone is so exciting a bead of cum appears as evidence. There’s surprise on her face.
“That’s what you do to me.”
Licking it off, she shows me the proof.
“Nectar of the gods.”
“That’s it. Get out of the car,” I command.
We’re laughing at our impatience. Ineedto fuck her. Sheneedsto fuck me. Here on a grassy bed, against the hard metal of the car or in the backseat. Before we combust. Or I prematurely ejaculate and she spontaneously orgasms. It could happen.
Exiting the car I trip. My shoes are still on and my pants are halfway down my legs. Why the fuck did I wear these fucking shoes? With laces! Idiot!
Her laughter rises as she comes around to my side and sees my predicament. The girl wears only a blouse. And hoop earrings. I begin to quickly disrobe, and she does too. The first look at her breasts is breathtaking. Pink areolas, prominent nipples ready for sucking, and champagne glass sized orbs. Perfection. I’m like a baby finding the only source of nourishment for the first time. Give it to me.
She rises on painted toes and does an impromptu dance as I get my shoes and pants off. The swing of blonde hair follows her with every turn. The Fucking Fairy of Spring performing a ritual. Turning her back to me, she wiggles a high, round, awesome ass in my direction.
I think of grabbing the blanket in the trunk. Not going to happen. The second I’m out of the last remaining article of clothing, I turn and take her in my arms. The kisses are on another level. A hot, wet, deep place known only to those who have felt burning passion. Standing skin against skin butt naked in the sun, with Montana’s big sky above us, feels like what forever means. It just keeps getting better. The smell of her skin. The taste of the kiss. How she moves and looks. She surrounds me.
Her fingers thread in mine.
Looking into her eyes, I say, “Want to get some grass stains on that beautiful ass?”
We move onto the field and find a level spot for nature’s bed. It’s perfect. Soft and firm at the same time. The scent of flowers and green grass. She is underneath me, arms over her head. My grip around her wrist tightens. Every one of my senses charge. I lean in and kiss her slow. Then, my lips against hers, I say, “Fuck me.”
How could I deny this feeling? It is in my heart and in my mind. The strange part is she inspires me to keep thinking about it. In this moment I am the opposite of The Invisible Man. I want her to see it all. This is a connection I’ve never felt before, and it’s making me want more.
