The jet black Z3 was eating up shoreline like a ravenous hawk, but Hayden decided to pull off the highway. Cutting his speed and easing onto one of the winding side roads, he stole another glance at Diva. She had the passenger's seat reclined half way while she stared at the roadside in silence. She was close enough to reach out and touch, but the rest of her was somewhere far away from there.
The top was down and the summer breeze was blowing back long strands of Mediterranean black hair against the headrest. The conspicuous mounds of her breasts, unfettered under a clinging, low cut aqua tank top, quivered with the vibration of the car. Hayden had nothing but wild guesses as to what she was thinking. A year ago, his chances would have been better, but she was a different entity now, pensive in a way he'd never seen.
He felt a pang of regret as he downloaded another mental snapshot to his emotional hard drive. The only time they'd spent together up to now had been while Hayden and her older sister were still making ill-fated wedding plans, but it had been the kind of time they kept to themselves. Simple meetings for coffee or lunch, but meetings no one knew about. Time they owned that had nothing to do with anyone else. Accidental looks and touches meaning everything they could never say.
Then there were the parties where Diva got wasted on too much of everything and ended up calling Hayden to go out and take her home from strange houses on obscure streets. Once, he'd had to go out and bail her out of jail.
It wasn't as if Diva's family had never been aware of her feral streak, but the messy details Hayden had witnessed remained between Diva and him alone.
When she looked over and caught him watching, he gave her a quick smile and turned his eyes back on the road.
"Hayden? I have to pee," she said. "Bad."
"It might be a few kilometers before there's..."
"I can't wait that long." She was perfectly calm, her tone contradicting the urgency of her words. "Any old vineyard'll do."
Hayden eased up on the gas and gradually floated to a stop on the shoulder beside a small vineyard. He was relieved for the break from driving, and got out to stretch his legs. He walked to the rear of the car and leaned against it, chancing a peek over his shoulder to watch Diva step cautiously between rows of grapes.
She looked like she belonged there, as if she were inspecting the progress of the vines.
Then a sudden image came to Hayden's mind of Diva standing in the middle of a stained wooden vat, dressed just as she was, making wine the old fashioned way. Her head was tossed back, eyes closed and her face was full of selfless joy as she squashed grapes under her bare feet. Her supple legs spattered with red juice as high as her thighs. He saw her break out in unrestrained laughter as she danced the grapes into pulp.
"Hayden?" she jarred him from his daydream. "I need help.
He frowned and walked to the end of the row where she stood several paces in. She was holding her unzipped shorts up on her hips, looking at him with a plaintive pout.
"I can't keep my balance," she said. "And I don't want to fall in the dirt."
"You're kidding, right?" he asked, noticing the black panties peeking out of her open shorts.
"Of course not. Please?"
As he approached her, he answered her smug grin with a questioning look.
"Just let me hold your hands while I squat," she said sweetly, as if she were asking him to pass the sugar. Then she quickly pushed her shorts and panties to her ankles.
Hayden swallowed a mouthful of air when he caught a flash of her shaved pussy. She grabbed his hands and squatted. He felt his pulse leap as he scanned the tops of her lush breasts and realized how close her face was to the front of his pants.
Diva closed her eyes and exhaled a long, loud sigh of relief as the tiny torrent of pee broke out. Hayden barely knew what hit him. A rush of hot tingles lit up his groin while his head swam through a haze of nagging desire. He made the mistake of looking down to meet Diva's penetrating eyes. She'd always had a way of pinning him with a gaze that was sweet and demanding at the same time, but it never unsettled him the way it did now.
She grinned impishly and sighed again as she finished peeing.
"All set? We should get back on the road," he said in a measured tone.
"Well," she drawled slowly, "there's just one more thing. Do you still have those napkins from the last place we stopped?"
He let go of one hand and reached into the rear pocket of his linen trousers, pulling out a fresh paper napkin. She held his gaze as she took it and pushed it down to pat herself between her hunkered thighs. Then she grabbed his free hand again and pulled herself back to her feet.
Hayden waited for her to pull up her panties and shorts, but as he hesitated to turn away, she pinned him with a look that managed to come off as vacant and conniving at the same time. She seemed totally unconcerned with standing in someone's vineyard with her shorts and panties around her ankles while she held onto his hands.
He knew she wouldn't miss the sweat breaking out on his palms. He felt his pulse light up his cock while his throat went dry.
"So what do you think?" she broke the laden silence.
He started to say something about the quaint beauty of the vineyard, but she cut him off.
"No," she crooned. "My pussy. I mean, I know you were looking at how I shaved."
