She was doing it again. Smirking, with shy, suggestive glances through her autumn eyes. Lifting a hand off the steering wheel, a smooth finger slipping into her mouth and slowly slipped out, coat with salvia.
"Mhmm."
I couldn't tell which one of us audibly moaned. Silently thanking God I wasn't driving, as I'd just nearly experienced a petit mort from her demonstration, I adjusted my straining grey denims and politely cleared my throat.
Eri and I were long-distance friends and collaborative writers. We had known each other for months, meeting through our blogs, but this was technically our first time meeting in person. I'd flown to Texas from Virginia to explore some opportunities, Eri being one of them.
Issuing a side glance at her, I took in her features; at 5'6'' and 114 lbs, she was tiny, compared to my 5'8'', 160 lbs. Her tan, multiracial skin contrasted with my own dark features. Her light chocolate hair fell to just above her rear and she wore little make-up on her face. The hot Texas sun beat through her sun roof, bronzing her unsleeved arms.
"Eri, would you mind pulling over? I am..." I paused to consider my wording and forced out "...terribly thirsty," I asked, although well aware that there probably wasn't a single gas station, rest stop or vending machine in a 20 mile radius of the heavily forested area we were driving through.
"Are you sure August? My house isn't more than another 15 or 20 minutes from here and you can drink all you'd like there," a smirk evident in her voice. "Beside, I don't see anywhere you could possibly get anything to drink out here," she said, trailing off toward the end and pretending the glance around as she slipped her hand from her mouth down to her tan, succulent thighs that were accented by thin, black running shorts. The salvia from her finger left a trail along her thighs and she whispered a quick "Oops" as she began to rub it away. The action caused a painful throbbing in two parts of my body and I sucked in some breath.
"No, I'm sure there's a place not too far," I replied, despite the fact that I'd never been to Texas and we hadn't seen a single sign of modernity since she picked me up from the airport.
"I don't know Aug-" she began in the same mocking, smirking manner as before.
"Pull over Eri," I said, already reaching for my seatbelt, only dimly aware that, despite her "being unsure," she had been gradually slowing down since just before I'd asked her to.
"I wouldn't do that just yet, mister." With a slight sideways glance, I noticed her grinning, but still looking straight ahead. I almost made to respond, until she made a sharp swerve toward the left, onto a narrow dirt road and, after a few, bumpy, slightly disconcerting minutes into a small, remote clearing, where she slid into a slight 180 and parked. Slightly impressed, I rolled my eyes and did a quick glance around as the cloud of dirt she'd accrued floated and settled.
With her normal supercilious grin, Eri looked at me and opened her mocking mouth to make some undoubtedly witty comment, but I cut her off, quickly kissing her soft lips and placed my left hand around her mouth. She rebuffed slightly and pouted, but there was a smile in her eyes as she leaned the seat back, providing me with an ample amount of room. Skillfully stretching my upper-body over the console and dimly aware of her nibbling on my left hand, I tugged her tiny shorts down and was greeted by her smooth, glistening sex.
Arching an eyebrow up at her, a silent "No panties?" passed through the air, to be answered by a playful giggle. A heavy, lusty and feminine aroma filled my nostrils and weighted upon my face, almost tickling my skin. I kiss her lower lips, delighting in the unfamiliar, rum-like taste that shot through my mouth and coursed its way through my body.
Delicious. Delicious and...
I paused, mentally, but not physically.
