Hitch slams the door shut, huffs, and drops her bag. Astor sighs, tired and sweaty after riding all day. He turns to look at Hitch, who is rubbing her face under her glasses, which she removes along with her hat. Her hair is still ruffled from the wind.
Astor, leaning against the door now, starts to speak. Hearing him inhale, Hitch turns around, her face very close to his. She glares at him. Anyone else would think she was mad, but Astor knows what that look really means. He blushes.
Hitch brings her hands up to fidget with Astor's belt. She looks down for a moment, then back up to make intense eye contact.
"Astor," she says, "It's been a long day."
Astor grins up at her. "Wanna relax?"
Hitch nods silently, and kisses Astor. She tastes salty. Astor brings his arms up around Hitch's shoulders, and she presses into him. She begins to undo Astor's belt, and he sighs. He's already wet - she was right, it had been a long day. He slides his hands up under her shirt, holding her hips. Hitch gets Astor's clothes off quickly. Astor sees an opportunity that he can't resist.
"Really can't wait, huh?" He runs his hands up to Hitch's waist.
She glares at him. "It's... been a while," she says, cupping his breasts.
Hitch takes off her own shirt, then grabs Astor by the shoulders to turn him around and push him onto the bed, and then all the way onto his back, his ass hanging off the edge of the bed. Hitch looks at him for a moment, her expression unreadable. She takes off her pants, maintaining eye contact. Astor blushes and grins nervously. Hitch was never shy about eye contact, unlike Astor. He got the feeling she liked making him uncomfortable.
Astor looks down. She's hard, and wet. Astor can feel himself getting wetter. Hitch leans down, her hands on Astor's breasts again. She squeezes gently, and Astor sighs. Hitch bends down to suck Astor's nipple, her other hand still massaging his other breast. Astor moans and puts a hand on the back of her head, gently pushing her into his breast. Hitch sighs and sucks harder. Astor makes a small, embarrassing noise.
Hitch licks Astor's nipple one last time before pulling away. She looks up at him.
"God," she breathes. "You have great tits."
Astor grins and pushes his breasts together. He winks at Hitch. "Wanna fuck 'em?"
Astor imagines Hitch looks tempted. She reaches down to massage Astor's pussy, still making eye contact with him. Astor shivers. He tries not to squirm, but can't help but buck his hips up a few times.
"No," Hitch says, finally. "I want your cunt."
Astor nods up at her eagerly. He looks away, suddenly shy.
"You know... You can do whatever you want with me..." Astor looks back up at Hitch, nervous. He's never said it that blatantly before.
Hitch eyes Astor nonchalantly. "I know," she says.
Astor has to stop to catch his breath. Hitch leans in to kiss Astor, pressing her weight on him fully. A wave of relief washes over Astor. It really has been a while. Hitch's mouth forces Astor's open, and their tongues slide against each other. Astor moans into Hitch's mouth, gripping her shoulders. Hitch inhales sharply. Astor liked that. He wraps his legs around Hitch's waist, hoping that she'll react. She kisses Astor deeper, and he grinds against her cock, getting tired of foreplay.
"Hitch, please..." Astor looks up into Hitch's eyes, pleading.
Hitch nods. She leans back and runs the tip of her cock along Astor's pussy. She looks at him expectantly. Astor tries to buck his hips, but Hitch presses a hand to his stomach, keeping him still.
Astor tilts his head back, trying to arch his spine under Hitch's hand. "Please, Hitch, please... "
Hitch's expression changes slightly, but Astor can't quite read it. She doesn't move.
