For Alex, walking out to the car was difficult, to say the least. It wasnât so much the fact that she wasnât wearing panties that bothered her â what girl hadnât done something like that before? Nor was it the slight breeze that seemed to be blowing up her skirt. No, that kind of felt nice. Nor, for that matter, was it the smooth, hairless skin that the breeze found underneath her skirt. That made her feel sexy, in a really naughty kind of way.
No, what really had her bothered was the quick dart of Jasonâs tongue between her legs, the equally quick removal of said tongue, and the very hard, very swollen, very unhappy clit it had left behind.
Thereâs no way Iâm letting him get away with that, she thought to herself with a sly smile.
Jason held the passengerâs door open for Alex. Rather than slip into the seat, she decided to try something, something that would just maybe wipe that smug little smile right off of his face.
As she stepped past Jason, she dropped her bag onto the passengerâs seat and turned around. Standing there, in the space between the open door and the side of the car, she turned and looked at her man.
With speed that startled even her, Alex grabbed Jason by the lapels, spun him around, and nearly threw him up against the side of the Explorer. She pinned him there, with her body pressed against his, and kissed him.
Now, there are kisses and then there are kisses. This one was one for the record books, or at least some really good porn movie. It wasnât romantic, it was sweet. It was an open mouthed, tongue tickling the back of his throat, all out âtake me now and fuck me until I scream!!!â kind of kiss.
It took a second for Jason to respond. When he did, he started to kiss her back just as insistently. His hands came down to the back of her head, finally resting on her shoulders. When he tried to flip them around, so that it was he pinning her to the car, Alex responded again in a blur.
Removing her hands from Jasonâs lapels, Alex took both of his hands in hers and slammed them against the truck with more force than she had originally intended. She felt him wince slightly at the impact.
Oh well, heâs a big boy. Heâll get over it, she thought to herself.
Jason struggled a bit, trying to get free, but Alex had leverage on her side and he wasnât going anywhere until she let him.
Pressing her body into his, she began grinding his crotch with hers. She wasnât surprised in the least to find Little Jason standing completely at attention, begging for some attention of his own.
Breaking the kiss, she held her face not even an inch from his, making sure he could hear her erratic panting, feel her hot breath on his cheek. She knew he could feel her shaking as well, struggling to control the surge of hormones rushing through her.
When she had regained some semblance of control, Alex snaked one of her hands between them, past Jasonâs stomach, past the buttons on his shirt, past the buckle of his belt, until she found what it is she was looking for.
As her nimble little fingers took hold of his zipper, Alex leaned forward and whispered into Jasonâs ear.
âDonât. Move.â
Still pressed against him, Alex lowered Jasonâs zipper and slid her hand inside. Grabbing his erection, which by now was pulsing with his heartbeat, Alex wrapper her hand around it and gave it a firm squeeze as she pulled it out of his fly. She stared directly into his eyes, her face so close that their noses were touching, and began to rhythmically squeeze him.
Jason struggled to keep his eyes open, to stare right back into Alexâs eyes, but the pleasure was too great. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, intent on enjoying what was going on down below.