He stood there watching as she slowly circled his truck. If he could read her mind he would know her thoughts and desires were even dirtier than his truck. She mindlessly ran her fingers through the layer of dirt. This she could clean, but the thoughts...mmm...the dirty thoughts would remain.
He teasingly squirted her with the hose he held tightly. The water dripping from her hair and down her chest was cooling against the warmth of her skin. Her nipples, hard and sensitive against the white blouse, begging to be noticed.
As she gazed over at him, she watched his hand tighten around the water hose. Knuckles white as he struggled to remain calm. What would those hands feel like against her skin? Would he trace her every curve gently; softly taking in every detail? OR would he run his fingers through her hair? Entwining it firmly in his grasp as he pulls back exposing her neck as his other hand wraps tightly around it. His fingers pushing hungrily into her skin.
They watched each other for only seconds, but it felt like eternity as everything around them slowed. The silence between them was deafening. Their gaze spoke words of passionate, hungry desire. How did they get to this point?
Without warning he shot her with the hose again. This time drenching the front of her shirt. Her round, perky breasts now fully exposed through the white shirt as it clung to her delicate skin. But that was not the only wetness she felt as her pulse quickened. He did not need to say a word. She knew what he was waiting for. The bucket sat at her feet. Soap and suds spilled over the brim, but he had not given her anything to wash the truck with.
A smirk formed upon her lips because she knew two could play this game. She turned her back to him, gently grasped the bottom of his shirt, and slowly...seductively....pulled it above her head. Her breasts now free from their bondage, she bent over....always at the waist. Her perfect ass accentuated by the perfectly cut shorts that allowed for just a sneak of what they hid beneath. She dipped her shirt into the bucket making sure it would be wet and dripping for him to see. An outward symbol of how she felt.
She pressed her body closely to the cold wet steel of the truck leaving impressions of her breast as she began to wash it. Slowly...making sure to touch every spot. Biting her lips as she focused on the task...ever aware of how his eyes followed her. God she wanted to feel his teeth upon her lips.
She was meticulous and slow in the process. Drawing out the anticipation. Working from front to back, top to bottom. Even without her shirt she was sweating. She could feel it form upon her bare skin. What she would give to feel his tongue trace those lines...tasting the salty sweetness of her work. Kissing the dimples at the base of her spine that were just visible when she bent over.
When she had completed her task she stood back to admire her work. Fully aware of his presence behind her. Would she be rewarded for a job well done? As he stood behind her, she could feel his hot breath against her neck. She closed her eyes, listening to the sound of her heart race. Aware of his smell and the goosebumps that now covered her body in anticipation.
His strong arms wrapped around her. Pulling her into him. His fingers tracing the line of her shorts, resting one hand on her navel. With the other, he raised her hand above him, tracing...tickling...from her wrist down. She was too distracted to notice that he too had removed his shirt. Skin to skin they stood there taking in each other.
He turned her around and lifted her gently and sat her on the tailgate. The perfect height to reach her beautiful breasts. She could feel him...his desire...rub across her leg as she parted them...granting him access.
He leaned forward grazing his lips across her next. "Good girl" he breathed into her ear as his fingers firmly gripped her nipple. Pinching. Twisting. Pulling. her head tilted back and lips parted as a moan escaped her. She knew then that she wanted this...she needed this. He would be her release.
She could feel her heart racing. The sensation coursing through her clit. She shifted on the tailgate trying to get closer and grind against him to relieve the pressure building. But it would not be that easy. He pulled away, stopping her pleasure. She knew he would not allow her to climax until the time was right. That was his to give. He allowed her breath to slow slightly before resuming the perfect torture. This time with his tongue...his mouth. God he knew how to use them. He left no inch of skin untouched. She whimpered and moaned with each sensually delicious motion he made.