He called me. Asked me if we could talk. I was surprised seeing as how he hadn't called me in months, but I wasn't going to turn down a change to look into those eyes. He had the most amazing eyes. And an attitude I couldn't refuse. I had been hot for him for so long. Too long. He always turned me on. The smile, the rugged back woods attitude, the way he dressed. Everything.
"What you doin?" his hucky voice almost demanded through the phone.
"Nuthin," I replied. "Must be a cold day in hell." I was genuinely surprised he'd called.
"Comin out?"
"Why?" I asked.
"Talk. I donno," He replied vaguely.
"Yah, I'll be home."
"I'll pick you up at 12," He said.
He was always so secretive when it came to being seen with any females in the passenger seat of his car. Small town rumors spread quickly, and he was never the brunt of the gossip.
"Yeah ok," I said. I wondered silently what was going on in his mind.
"Bye." He hung up. As quickly as he called he let me go. Wondering what the hell was going on.
He pulled in the driveway. I had been waiting, freshly showered and I smelled delicious. I knew I did. Down the steps, into the passenger seat. His car smelled like cinnamon.
"Hi", I said. "So why the phone call?"
"Like you wanna know."
There was that attitude. That cocky, smart-assed attitude that turned me on so much!
"Ok. Where are we going?" I asked. I knew. The same place we always went to talk. I didn't want to talk. I had other plans. He knew it. He could read it all over my face.
"Don't know. Beach?"
"Like always", I mocked. But I loved the beach I loved it when he took me there. Just us. No one else around.
The drive to the beach was long. About twenty minutes before we pulled into the parking spot that had a perfect view of the crashing waves. He turned his music down, country playing of course. Tim McGraw belting an upbeat tune. I didn't care what was on the radio.
"So why tonight?" I asked looking at the clock on his cd player. 12:30am. "What's on your mind?"
He didn't say anything.
It had been five years since anything this akward had taken place. Five years ago, when I was the ripe young age of 15, he had kissed me. Just once. On the mouth. Enough to make me squirm. He knew since then he had me in the palm of his hand. I tried to play hard to get, but just the thought of him between my legs made me so hot it drove me insane.
"Well?" I asked.
"Well what?" was the reply.
"Justin. Why did you bring me all the way down here tonight? Whats going on?"
He looked at me. A piercing look. Like daggars. Not saying a word, he hugged me. Leaned across the seats and wrapped his strong arms around my shoulder, pulling my face into his neck. I could smell his aftershave. It was spicy and sweet. The wetness between my legs growing so hot, I shifted, bringing one knee up on the seat, spreading my legs.
"You're a stubborn bitch. You know that?" He said, breaking the hug.
I didnt have time to reply before he planted his lips hard down on mine. I kissed back. Running my tongue along his lips. His hands wandering across my covered stomach and playing with the bottom hem of my shirt. Lifting it just enough to slip his hands onto my stomach and up to my bra covered tits. He squeezed. Moaning I kissed him deeper, playing with his tonge in his mouth. Sucking it into my mouth, he moaned and squeezed my tits tighter in his hands. I ran my hands down his chest, his sweater bunching in my hands. Down to his belt, I pulled it open in one swift jerk and ripped open his button fly. His rock hard cock was sticking out of the fly of his boxers. A small glisten of precum was already formed on the tip. I rubbed my finger through the cum and played with it, feeling the hot stickiness, my mouth watering for the taste.
It was so weird but such a turn on. The guy I lusted for was here. With me. I knew he thought I was hot. My mere 100 pound petit frame, big brown eyes and confidently cropped hair made most guys turn their heads, but never in my wildest dreams had I thought that Justin would secretly plan such a rendezvouz. I knew he had to have planned it. He had to have known he was going to try something with me. He knew I would respond. My flirty, almost hard-to-get attitude I displayed when he was around was a dead give away.
He hands wandered to the button of my snugly fit jeans. Popping it open and slowly sliding down my zipper, he tugged on a belt loop. His eyes met mine.
"You gonna take those off?" he asked slyly.
"Should I make you work for it?" I asked cockily.
"You've been making me work for this for five years. Get em off." He pointed to the floor of the car.
Slipping off my summer sandals, I slowly slid my jeans down my well toned thighs leaving on only my skimpy pink thong.
Laying back in his seat, he patted his lap. Struggling, I slid over the emergency break to his awaiting lap. Laying on my side against his hip, he started tugging at the crotch of my wet thong rubbing my clit through the thin material.
"Couldn't those have come off with the jeans?" He whined. Looking at me with what seemed like dispair in his eyes.
"You didn't ask," I said, grinning, slipping the thong down my legs and sliding them off my ankles, tossing them to the floor on the passenger side with my discarded jeans.
Without another word, he started rubbing my slit, making me moan. Rubbing between my lips, slowly and gently sliding his finger in my wet, dipping pussy. I kissed him hard. Shoving my tongue into his mouth as he plunged one finger into my cunt. Making me arch my back and spread my legs further urging him to fuck me with his fingers.
"Horny little thing aren't ya?" his husky voice sliced the air like a knife.
I wrapped my hand around his wrist locking his finger inside my pussy.
"Fuck me," I said. "I want your cock so bad."
He grabbed my ass and laid me on top of him, my dripping ass pressed against his rock hard cock.
"Ride." He commanded.
I moaned and slid his cock, half covered by his boxers, between the cheeks of my ass. Pressing my hips down, he moaned loud kissing my neck and shoulders, grabbing my tits through my shirt using them to try and guide my ass to slide up and down.
Lifting up my ass, I slid my hands under me and pulled his pants and boxers down, releasing his dick, making it spring up hard towards my pussy. He pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my sheer black lace bra.
Enough was enough. He knew I wanted his cock in my hot, wet cunt, and he wanted it just as bad. I held onto the base and guided it to my pussy, rubbing it back and forth between my lips, making him moan at the hot wetness coming from inside, his hands pulling at my tits desperately, ripping the delicate material down exposing my pebbled nipples, pinching and pulling, rolling them between his fingers.
Finding my wet love hole, I slowly inched it in, wiggling my ass as I let it slip inside, making his hands leave my tits and go straight for my clit. Rubbing it hard, making me slide him in until he was buried completely in my dripping cunt.
"My God!" He gasped, as I started to rock slowly back and forth, causing his cock to hit the walls of my cunt.
"You like that?" I asked, almost immitating his rugged attitude.
With that, he grabbed my hips and started to pull me down hard on his cock, thrusting it hard into me, making me moan and throw my head back, my cunt dripping juice down his balls, running to his asshole. My tits bouncing with each thrust, my hands gripping the steering wheel in front of me, giving me leverage to bounce on the cock I could feel growing inside me.
"I'm gonna cum! Oh god Justin fuck me hard! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!" I yelled, throwing my head back, riding his cock hard and fast.
