9 weeks

This is what happens when you’re deprived for 9 (and a half ?) weeks and you accidently stumble on sites like this one (hello Dita).  And you’re just 24 hours away.  Your imagination starts to implode.  It does.  So I apologise.  Friends.  Family.  Read no further if value your sanity.  Bad erotica to follow.  The shame.

Eish.

She was face down over the bonnet of the car. Legs spread wide.  Hands tied behind her back.  Her shirt was ripped open, bra pulled down and her nipples hard against the cold metal of the car.  Her black skirt was pulled up over her arse to her waist and her panties pulled half down. Her face was sideways, her breathing ragged.  She could just see him leaning against the truck, slowly smoking the end of a Gauloise, watching her with his dark eyes.  His gaze travelled down the curve of her thigh and the line of her leg and the arch of her foot in its strappy heel.  He smiled at the glimpse of red painted toes.  He pushed away from the truck and flicked the cigarette away.

“Don’t move,” he growled.

He walked over to her and put his hands on her arse, stroking the soft flesh with rough hands.  Gripping the lace edge of her knickers he slowly pulled them down.  Her breath caught and her eyes blazed.  He chuckled.  She was angry with him, but she was wet too.  His feet shoved her legs wider as trailed his fingers back up her leg and slid one into the hot, slick velvet of her cunt.  She moaned and moved involuntarily against him.  Her nipples ached.  She turned her head to look at him behind him.  He looked at her, a smile still at the corner of his mouth, and slipped his finger along her clit and rubbed her with an almost cruel slowness.  She turned back and put her flaming cheek back against the cool metal, feeling the unbearable build of pleasure pulse through her.

“Please, please,” she whispered.

His hand left her.  He waited a moment, then unzipped himself and in one smooth move thrust himself deep inside her.  She cried out and threw her head back, arching back into him. He fucked her hard, hands gripping her hips until she shuddered and bucked in release.  He thrust again and lost control and felt his orgasm shake him.  Taking deep breaths and stroking her arse, he lent forward to kiss her neck and said, laughing,

“Now, aren’t you glad I picked you up from the airport?”