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Ann lifted up the 'horse cock' blanket, as she called it, peering underneath. She knew the answer before she looked. But she wanted to look anyway. Turning to me as I drove down the interstate, she smiled.
"So... where are my clothes, baby?" she asked.
I smiled back and said, "I liked the way you looked. If you want them, they're on the floor behind you."
She looked behind her, seeing them neatly stacked like they were ready to be put into a dresser. "You folded them?"
"Yeah. They were just thrown on the seat... I didn't want them to get wrinkled. Why?"
"You folded them! Holy shit! You're making me wet again, baby."
"It's not that big a deal, Anna," I said, unsure why she was portraying it like I was some kind of superhero.
"I'm not making fun, Neil. You're so amazing. You just don't know how rare that is... and
it is
a big deal, at least to me. It also makes you that much more sexy to me!"
"Well, I think you're overreacting just a little, Anna."
"You're still calling me Anna?" she asked, evident in her voice that she really was surprised.
"Of course. It's still Sunday, and you're still naked. You're Anna the rest of the day, which means you're mine," I said. My heart jumped a little when I said it... amazed that I was with such an incredible woman. And that made me realize why something as simple as folding her clothes seemed to not only to be such a huge event to her, but it actually turned her on.
She leaned over and kissed my cheek, her perfect breasts popping out from underneath the blanket. "I'm yours every day, baby. And I couldn't be happier." As she sat back in her seat, she didn't bother to cover up. Instead, she tilted her seat back and lowered the blanket, kicking it to the floor. Putting on her sunglasses, she smiled.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm pretending to sleep. You want me naked; there's no sense covering up."
"So you're --"
"I'm yours, baby. Do whatever you want with me."
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It was a page out of my recent past. Ann seemed to pass out as a final result of my fucking her on the crest of the hillside we were on. Well, I'm not sure she actually passed out. It was more like she was exhausted from the experience, and her body just shut down. She was asleep, her limp frame stuck in an overtly sexual position.
I, on the other hand, was wide-awake with a raging erection and no place to put it. Actually, there was a place to put it. A couple... but that was the problem.
It didn't help that her perfect ass was staring at me, her well used cunt still slick from her orgasms; her labia salaciously split wide as if it was inviting me to dive back in. The lips even appeared to be pulsing with her rapid heartbeat, but that could have just been my imagination. Still, fucking her was never an option. I could have, and she likely wouldn't have cared. But I knew it wasn't right to fuck her while she was out of it, and really, it never crossed my mind. It was what it was. And frankly, while I was hard and horny, I was okay with it. Seeing her in such a peaceful state, I melted a little. She was an angel...
my
angel.
Not only would it have been wrong to do anything sexual with her, it seemed wrong to even wake her. So I didn't. Instead, I just lifted her up and put her in the passenger seat. I thought about dressing her, but my devious mind quickly thought of Tina and our trip on the plane. She'd passed out, literally, and our stewardess Rachel and I couldn't wake her... and she was too limp to get her clothes back on in time. So, we covered her with a blanket, still naked.
I didn't bother to put Ann's shoes on like Rachel did to Tina. Instead, I got her buckled in, and then I rummaged through the glove compartment looking for a map. I knew her address, so all I needed was something to guide me and get me close. There was a map of the county and town she lived in among several others that I ignored. In just a couple of minutes, I felt confident I'd find Chad and Dana's house without a problem. So much so that I put the map away, and I started the car.
I drove back up the dirt access road that had led us down to the windmills, and turned onto the winding road to nowhere that we'd traveled on from the interstate. But instead of backtracking my way to the exit we'd gotten off at, I turned left and continued west, knowing I'd eventually find my way back to I-580. I'd always loved taking roads I'd never been on to see where they'd lead. I had a keen sense of direction, and a pretty good handle on geography, so I never worried about getting lost. Twenty minutes later, we were back on the interstate, long before she finally roused from her orgasm-induced slumber.
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Ann sat up straight in her seat, a look of horror on her face. The shock of what I just told her affected her in a greater way than I could have imagined. All I'd done was confirm what she'd just discovered, and she was upset. Really upset.
"Oh my God... you're serious, aren't you!" she said, her hand covering her mouth.
"Well, yeah. But it's really no big deal. Calm down."
"Neil... I'm so sorry! W... why didn't you say something?"
I let out a little chuckle. "Anna, it's okay. Besides, it's not like you could have done anything about it."
She had been teasing me as we drove toward her home. Well, towards Chad and Dana's home, where she happened to live. She didn't consider it her home, since they owned it and she simply paid them rent for a room to stay in. She'd commented to me that she sometimes felt more like a houseguest, and there was never a sense of real belonging. Every other place she had lived, she shared rent with other people. This was the first time she'd lived with people that owned the house, and that somehow made it different to her.
Her reasoning was understandable. When someone owns a place, and you live there, it's never yours. She felt like she was just there, borrowing space from friends who loved her enough to reach out and offer a place to stay when the circumstances in her life changed once she realized her ex-boyfriend Ray was never going to be 'the one'. She had to move out of the place she had been living, because Ray lived on the next block. She kept running into the girl he chose instead of her, and it was too much for her to deal with.
Chad was a friend of her ex boyfriend. Apparently, he'd been a good friend at one time. But when a line in the sand was drawn, and he had to make what was ultimately a final choice of whether to side with his longtime friend Ray, or with Ann, who was a longtime friend of Dana, he chose Ann.
That spoke volumes. For a guy to throw away a friendship from college because he knew that friend had been a prick to Ann was amazing to me. It spoke not only for his love of Dana, whom I'm sure influenced the decision at least a little, but it also said just how bad the situation was to realize that Ann was the one who got hurt. To take on the extra burden of offering a place to live... I couldn't wait to meet him. Stand up guys like that are not all that common. It made me think of Matt, who'd stood up for me early and often in my battle
with my
ex.
The closer to the house we got, the more she teased me. She was playing with herself, turning her lower body to get me to look at her beautiful tanned pussy as she slowly dipped her fingers inside. She would lick her fingers, or pull at her nipples... not to mention flash any trucker I happened to pass along the way. The more we drove, the bolder she got. And the bolder she got, the more it was driving me wild.
She reached over and played with my cock through my shorts for a moment, and smiled. "I can't believe how hard you get, baby."
"Me either. But I'm sure you have everything to do with that," I said as I tried to concentrate on my driving.
"Yeah, I suppose I do," she giggled. "But still, I love the fact that you seem to get hard all the time for me. Look at you. I just had one of the most intense sexual experiences I've ever had in my life, and you're up and ready to go for me again!"
"It really was amazing, wasn't it," I said, thinking back at how incredibly hot she looked as I fucked her on that mountain.
She smiled. But as she rubbed my cock, her smile turned ever so slightly; until it changed from one of pure happiness, to one mixed with bewilderment. She looked puzzled, and she reached down to her pussy again, dipping her fingers deep inside. But she wasn't doing it to pleasure herself. She was searching, like she'd misplaced her keys or something. Pulling them out, she reached farther beneath her, touching her ass. Then she sat up with a start.
"Neil?"
"Yes, lover?" I said with a song in my voice, inspired by the
Journey's Greatest Hits
cassette she had jamming on her car stereo.
Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin
was playing, and I was thinking about doing all those things again to her.
She was looking at the car seat between her legs, when she quickly looked up at me and said, "I seem to be empty."
Her statement amused me, and I said, "Emotionally?"
"No... physically. Where did you cum? Did you cum on me and clean it up?"
