It had to have been the most perfect day ever. We were on our way back home from our picnic from nowhere. Literally, we packed some sandwiches and beer and headed out to the desert. I loved our spur of the moment trips. We were driving back in his old Ford truck, the windows rolled down and the radio blaring loud. There was no one else on the two-lane highway for miles. The sun was still high in the sky and the air was hot and humid. I was sitting next to him with my head propped underneath his arm that was stretched out along the seat. I loved this truck, it was old and rickety, but I felt safe in it with him. I was stretched out on the seat, one foot propped up out the window, the other foot resting comfortably on the floorboard. The breeze through the window felt good flowing up my short skirt.
We didn't fool around during our picnic. We made a pack that we would wait until we got home, just to torture ourselves, thinking of what we were going to do to each other. I closed my eyes imaging what I would do to his delicious cock. I got even more excited thinking what he would do to me. He must have noticed the smile form on my face cause I felt his arm fall off the top of the seat and his hand rested on my knee. I knew that he couldn't wait like me. Why did we even make that dumb pack? I would have loved him to take me there in the middle of the desert or even in the bed of his truck.
His fingers started to tickle the area behind my knee. It didn't take much considering how horny I was and how hot and sweaty I was. Some reason it made it even sexier. He seemed to be able to read my thoughts and his fingers danced up my thigh and soon found their way up my skirt. I looked up to him and he smiled and kissed me. I closed my eyes and wasn't going to fight him off. Fuck our pact; I wasn't going to wait any longer. His fingers came up and around my thigh until they were at the top of my underwear, exposing my goods to any bird flying in the sky near the open window.