I wanted to fuck and that was all. It's hard to find a woman who just wants to do that and nothing more, no strings attached so when I reached the club I suspected I'd be soon heading home to entertain myself. It was as I turned to leave that I saw her enter alone.
She was dressed in a black skirt, it barely passed her butt cheeks. Tight, I spotted no imprint of panties beneath. Passing my tongue over my lips I pursed them and watched her as she came towards me not really seeing me, rather walking to let herself be seen.
The top she wore was purple, deep purple and could have been a bra if nothing else. Her breast overflowed in the fabric, begging to be set free, bouncing with each step she took, like chocolate mountains, to be climbed.
Two feet from me I took a breath when I exhaled we were driving together in my car into the country.
It was around one in the morning but neither of us was tired and since neither of us attended church we didn't have to worry about waking early.
Finding a secluded spot off the road, I shut the engine off and we got out. Hand in hand we started to walk.
At the club our conversation was brief and somewhat to the point.
Wide hips and a large rear I watched her as she moved ahead of me. The moon was full and gave perfect illumination for the mood to come.
Still holding her hand I pulled her roughly back towards me spinning her.
She was in my arms. Her body was so soft, so hot as I pushed her back until she was against the tree. We kissed, or I should say I kissed her, ravaging her with rough kisses, my tongue probing the depths of her mouth while my hand slid under her shirt and seized one breast while the other hand snaked down her skirt, over the warm web of pubic hair, between her legs and into her pussy, causing her to arch her back and gasp.
"You wanna fuck?" I growled, before I bit on her earlobe, nibbling on it then sucking on it.
With her head back and her body pushed against me, her pelvis rubbing against mine, she hissed, "Yesssss!"
Lifting her shirt off and casting it aside I did the same with mine. The pants followed quickly. Her skirt was next. I tore at it roughly as if I did intend to rip from her.
She kicked it aside. I pushed her back against the tree, still kissing her, my hands both on her breasts while I rubbed my hard dick against her, teasing her with it, making her want it, yearn for it inside her.
Forsaking her lips, my mouth moved down to her breasts. I took one in my mouth and began to suck hard while I squeezed the other. I sucked it as a child sucks on a pacifier, hard and deep, teasing the nipple with my tongue, teasing it by flicking the stiffened tip across the nipple.
She shivered under me, her hands scratching my back, the nails she wore easily tearing the flesh.