"Let's go to Sabino Canyon and fuck," Vicky said. She was sitting on the sofa, legs crossed, sipping some iced tea. "To celebrate Earth Day."
It was March, hot already in Tucson, mid-80s. Vicky sat there in shorts, her tanned legs smooth as marble, looking at Tommy with a raised eyebrow.
"It's closed," Tommy replied. He was fixing some lunch. Salads with garlic and tomatoes, a touch of a chili vinaigrette. "Mountain lion, remember?"
"So."
"So that means there are no trams," Tommy said, bringing the two bowls of salad to the kitchen table. "Lunch is ready."
Vicky got up from the couch, Tommy watching her out of the corner of his eye, knowing that wasn't the end of it. Knowing Vicky, once she had her mind set on sex, wasn't going to let it go. Especially after she had decided to have sex in a public place or, in this case, state owned land.
"So we hike it by foot. We don't need a tram. We're going up there to fuck, remember?"
How could he forget? Ever since he had started dating Vicky, six months already, the sex had been varied, intense, and very often, public.
"What about the mountain lion?"
"What about it?"
"Could be dangerous," Tommy said, regretting it the moment it left his mouth.
Vicky raised another eyebrow. "When do we leave?"
*
She was giving him a blow job. She liked to stick his cock so far down her throat she would come up gagging. She liked to have him hold the back of her head, tell her, "Just a few more seconds," before he'd let go and she could come up for air, turned on with that fucking look in her eyes like she was drunk with lust, desire. Then she was forced down again, he could actually feel the head of his cock buried against the back of her throat.
"You like me to suck your cock like this, don't you?" she'd ask, looking up at him, sliding her saliva covered hand over his cock, licking his balls. Tommy simply grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock back into her mouth.
She liked him to be rough. He figured that one out the first time they had sex. Their second date, in a movie theater up at the Foothills mall, watching The Departed, sitting way up at the top, she had reached into his pants and pulled his cock out. She stroked him with her right hand and leaned into his arm, rubbing her breasts into his shoulder, whispering in his ear she wanted to suck his cock, "right here in the movie theater." She slid down out of her seat and took his cock in her warm mouth. His hands instinctively fell into her hair, the heat of the moment making him a little more aggressive than normal, but she was responding to it, getting into it. He grabbed a handful of hair, actually pulled it, testing his limits, but there didn't seem to be any limits with Vicky. The harder he pulled the harder she sucked, until he couldn't help himself and came in her mouth.
Later, minutes, he had his hand down her pants and felt, for the first time, her warm pussy. He had always liked the feel of a woman's pussy. There was nothing like it. The fleshy softness, the hair, the lips, all designed by God or nature to lure him and his fellow compatriots to desire it, want it, need it, die for it.
Vicky's pussy was warm and wet, telling Tommy she had been turned on by sucking his cock. He slipped a finger inside and she moved her hips up out of the chair, trying to grind against his hand. Tommy moved his finger out and up over her clit, back and forth, in and out, until Vicky clutched his hand and came.
*
He could bring his pistol, a Glock 9mm. Probably wasn't enough to stop a mountain lion, at least with one shot, or two for that matter, but he'd feel safer. How fast are mountain lions anyway, he thought? He was a pretty good shot. He had blown the shit out of some gallon milk containers filled with water, out in the desert, from fifty yards or more. Plenty of time to down a charging mountain lion. Did they charge?
Tommy knew he was just rationalizing the whole deal. He really wanted to take Vicky up to Sabino Canyon and fuck her under the warm sun. Have her sit up on a boulder, legs spread, her hands on the back of his neck shoving his face into her pussy, telling him to stick his tongue inside her, lick her ass. Jesus, he'd shoot a elephant for that.
"We could cut up through Bear Canyon Trail," Tommy said, a forkful of salad awaiting to be eaten. "Get into the canyon that way. It's a long hike, but probably unrestricted."
She placed a hand on his, "I knew you wanted to fuck me up there, didn't you?"
"The thought crossed my mind."
"I can tell," Vicky said, placing the same hand on his erection. "Just thinking about me up there, naked, sucking your cock or you licking my pussy, is making you hard, isn't it?"
Tommy was speechless, all his blood rushing to his cock, fast enough to make him feel heady, faint, dizzy with a hunger to devour her right there on the kitchen table. Chili vinaigrette salads be damned. Tommy glanced over towards the patio; maybe even open the drapes and let the world watch them have sex.
"You want to fuck me right now, don't you?" Vicky said, her eyes following Tommy's to the patio. "Were you thinking about opening the drapes and fucking me on the kitchen table, you bad boy?"
Tommy felt he could never keep up with Vicky. He was just along for the ride, however long it would last. She was too wild, too daring, too everything for him. But it had been six months and her interest, was not waning. If anything, it was peaking, increasing.
Tommy swept his arm across the kitchen table, sending the bowls of salad flying, lettuce, tomatoes, chili vinaigrette everywhere. Vicky's eyes, filled with genuine surprise-Tommy had caught her totally off guard-were also filled with a kind of lustfulness. Like someone had finally shocked her.
Tommy threw Vicky on top of the table, unbuttoned her shorts and slid her shorts and panties off in one quick motion. The look on her face still full of surprise, lust, passion. As she lay there on the kitchen table, her pussy exposed, Tommy threw off his shirt and ripped the cord on the drapes, flooding the room with sunshine.
He was beyond speech, beyond a rational human being, fueled by lust, as he took Vicky's legs and pushed her knees back towards her head, leaving her pussy wide open. Tommy ran his tongue up her ass, licking her ass, running his tongue around the puckered hole. He loved licking her asshole, Vicky always the adventurous one, never one to pass up something new, (except anal sex, stud!) had showed her appreciation by telling him as much. "I love your tongue on my asshole. It feels so good."
Tommy moved slowly forward, letting his tongue slid inside her pussy, tasting the saltiness of her sex, the heady aroma filling his nostrils, turning him on even more-like that was possible. Vicky pulled her shirt up exposing her breasts, pinching the nipples, rolling them between her fingers, pulling them towards her own mouth and flicking the nipples with her tongue.
Tommy ran his tongue up and over Vicky's clit. She grabbed the back of his head and pressed him into her sex. She liked it rough that way, having him pressed down hard on her clit as he moved his tongue up and down, back and forth, sideways, until she told him to put his fingers inside her, put a finger in her ass. He'd pump his fingers in and out, press his tongue down hard on her clit, grinding it, she'd be saying, "Oh, yeah, I'm gonna cum, baby! I'm gonna cum all over your mouth. I want you to lick it up." Then she'd shudder and let her legs spread wide open.
But this time he took control. He grabbed her hand from behind his neck and roughly tossed it aside. She gasped. Then he slid her across the table so her head hung off the far edge. "Grab your knees," Tommy commanded. Vicky, dutifully, did as she was told. Tommy removed his pants and went around to the other end of the table, where Vicky's head lay over the edge. She was just about to say something when he slid his cock into her mouth and buried his face back into her pussy.
Vicky reached around, took hold of Tommy's ass and pushed his hips, driving his cock deep into her throat. Tommy moved his tongue up and down her slit, taking time to lick her ass again. Vicky pushed him in even further, Tommy feeling the back of her throat, the tips of her fingers dangerously close to his own asshole, knowing that a fraction of an inch more and he'd cum.
Vicky, sensing this, moved her hands to his hips and started to pump his cock in and out of her mouth. Tommy slid a finger in her ass and his thumb in her pussy. The angle of his thumb pressing against her G-spot, her weakness, and brought his tongue hard against her clit. It was a race to see who could make the other cum first.
Tommy knew he didn't have much time. If he didn't get her within the first few strokes, he knew she would regain her senses, bring her fingers to his ass and then it would be all over. Literally.
But he had lucked out and Vicky hesitated as he ground his tongue over her clit. He buried his thumb as far as it would go and pressed against her G-spot, the muffled moan from her cock-filled mouth. The race was almost over until he looked up.
*
So they decided, both of them, Sunday, April 22, Earth Day, to hike up into Sabino Canyon, via Bear Creek Trail, and fuck their brains out near Seven falls.
"The waterfalls will be a nice backdrop to your cock sliding in and out of my pussy, don't you think?" Vicky asked.
"Perfect," Tommy replied. But in the back of his mind, not too far back, the thought of the mountain lion lurked, shriveling, for the time being, any more ideas of bravado.
Over the next week, in between working and taking as much ribbing from Vicky over worrying about the mountain lion as he could stand, Tommy cleaned and oiled his Glock. He had even taken it down to the Tucson Gun Club on Tanque Verde and polished up on his aim. Tommy stood in the small cubicle imaging Vicky was on her knees, the gritty sand pitting into her knees, the hot sun burning the back of his neck, his cock, slick with Vicky's own juices, pumping in and out of her mouth, when, suddenly, without warning, without provocation, the lithe, muscular blur of the dun-colored mountain lion would come charging like a cheetah on the Serengeti. Tommy, calm as a warm breeze, picked up the Glock and fired. He missed the bulls-eye by at least six inches. In fact he didn't get within any of the concentric circles signifying a lethal shot.
