The sun beat down hot on the July day. Jack licked his lips; his full concentration on the horseshoe in his hand. In a few rare moments in life, one just knows the future before it happens, and as the horseshoe left Jack's hand, this was one of those.
"Ringer!" His thought exploded from his lips.
Jack watched as the shoe flipped end over end landing perfectly centered on a metal stick protruding from the ground between Diane's legs. The legs this game of horseshoes was all about. He could see her coy smile and her face flush as he won the game. The smile and flushed face made her look so innocent, but Jack knew better. In the seven months they dated, the two enjoyed sex in almost every possible way and place.
Almost.
Jack strolled across the grass separating the pits of sand. "Seems you lost a bet. Time to pay the piper."
Diane rolled her brown eyes back as she leaned her head over on her shoulder. Twirling long black hair with one hand, she shyly bit at the index finger from her other hand. An innocent, angelic tone rolled from her tongue, "A bet. Oh, I forgot. What must I do to pay this debt off? It won't get me in trouble will it?"
Jack smirked with a hint of evil laughter in his throat, "We just going for a little ride in the truck. Payment will be due at the end of the ride."
Diane looked back honestly confused now. He never told her of this fantasy of his, and until time to collect, he planned on keeping it a secret. "Where are we going?" Her voice now filled with excited enthusiasm of a surprise ahead.
"Nowhere if we keep standing around here." With that the pair raced around to the front of the house to the pick-up.
Once in the truck, Diane began her seductive tease to make Jack tell her where they were going before they arrived. Jack turned the key in the ignition watching Diane from the corner of his eye. "You know," she began as she slowly unbuttoned the four buttons that held her top on. "I will keep my end of the bet regardless of you telling me now or when we get there."
Jack tried, but it seemed his wandering eyes glanced in Diane's way out of his control. She let the unattached top slip off her arms and fall to the floor board. "You do know there are laws about seatbelts? I thought you were worried about getting into trouble."
Diane was sitting on her knees in the front seat facing Jack. The satin, white bra unfastened under Diane's deft fingers, and as it fell before her, she cupped her breasts with her hands and asked with pouted lips. "Are you sure you want me to cover up these beautiful tits?"
He could feel blood flowing to his crotch, and he fought the urge to give in then and fuck Diane before ever leaving the driveway. A longtime fantasy, and one which Diane knew nothing about, kept Jack's mouth kept shut of where they were going. "Well, we aren't really going that far. I guess a seatbelt isn't that important. But you are going to have to wait till we get there before finding out where we are going."
As Jack placed the truck in reverse and back into the road, Diane was answering to his challenge of keeping a secret. Leaning across the bench seat, she allowed her breasts to brush against his arm while teasingly whispering in his ear. "Please, tell me where we are going. I'll make it worth your while."
Jack shifted in his seat as Diane's tongue rolled along the back of his ear. Her nipples on her firm breasts were hardening as they brushed back and forth across his muscled bicep. Her hand slowly crept over the seat, up his leg, and across his lap to its destination, a swelling bulge in his jeans. "You're not playing fair."
"I didn't know there were rules. If I can't touch you, can I touch myself?" From the corner of his eye, Jack watched with enthusiastic amazement as Diane moved back swinging her legs from under her. Somehow when her erotic repositioning ended, one foot was behind Jack's head, the other was on the dash in front of the steering wheel, and Diane twirled her pair of cut-off denim shorts and panties with her right hand.
"Hold these." Diane softly tossed her shorts into Jack's lap. His cock pressed against his own jeans as he felt her clothes land on top of it. He found concentrating on the road more difficult as he watched his woman lick at her fingers. Jack saw her eyes focused in on his, using his every reaction to determine her next move. He swallowed to relieve some of the tension building within, and Diane pulled at her nipples with wet fingers.
Jack reached one hand off the wheel toward a silky smooth calf before it. A foot lashed out in protection. The shoe jammed a finger back into the steering wheel. If not for the overload of endorphins flowing in Jack's blood, the strike would have hurt greatly, but instead he just let out a small grunt of pain. "I can't touch you. You can't touch me. Remember you said we had to play fair."
Jack hated when words came back to haunt him, but the site of this beautiful woman spread across the front seat of his truck distracted him from the frustration. Both of Diane's hands moved off her breasts, the nipples now glistening while pointing high into the air. With a slow circular rhythm, her hands eased closer to her shaved treasure.
Jack could feel the saliva building in his mouth from the site. Luckily traffic was slow, and he took his eyes off the road for a full glance of the sexually starved nymph starting to play with herself. Diane's hands lowered between her legs, briefly hiding her bare pussy. Her hands parted, pulling the lips apart and exposing her inner moistness to Jack's widening eyes.
He quickly looked back to the road. His cock pressed against his pants in an attempt to get free. Jack found driving difficult, and Diane starting a conversation made concentration of anything other than lustful thoughts nearly impossible. "When we get to where we are going you are going to put you cock in here aren't you?"
"Yes."
