The air was warm, and sticky, and sweet. It was the kind of summer day where the sun seemed to soak its rays into everything. I could feel the color filling into my face as the relentless heat beat down upon my skin.
Tiny beads of sweat formed across my forehead as I deftly swept my hair up, off of my neck, holding it at the crown of my head. My eyes periodically drifted over to his face, like a child watching to see if their parent is going to catch them in some devious act.
As I kept pace with his long strides, I could see that there was virtually nothing for miles. Only several tall, oak trees speckled generously along either side of the dirt road.
"You have no idea where you're going, do you?" I asked as I mechanically scanned over his tense expression, trying my best to gauge how to approach him. I smiled sheepishly as I let my hair fall to my shoulders again. He didn't answer.
A semi-nervous giggle permeated the silence between us, while I shifted my gaze down to my feet. He had a way of making me feel like I had a thousand and one things to say, and no singular way to express them. I lamented to myself for giggling in front of him. How childish. It was hot, and we were lost and in desperate need of roadside assistance. My car's tiny radiator had succumbed to the heat, leaving us stranded along the roadside.
His heavy feet came crunching to a halt under the gravel of the deserted road. It took me several paces to notice that he had fallen behind. I stopped, looking over my shoulder and locking eyes with his purposeful gaze. He stood under a lone tree with his hands shoved in his pockets. He exuded a quiet confidence that was foreign to me and almost arrogant in nature. I truly despised him for it.
"Come here." His voice beckoned, and as if like magic, a stunning breeze swept through the air, rustling the leaves and the hem of my dress with an emphasis that matched his command.
Hypnotized by his demanding presence, I obeyed.
As I neared him again, my breaths intensified. He studied me closely, never removing his gaze. As I stood in front of him, I struggled to keep my eyes locked with his, and nervously began twirling a strand of hair around my finger.
His lips parted as he drove his index finger up my arm, moving the thin strap of my dress down my shoulder with swift motion. I kept my eyes fixed on his. I set my shoulders back in accordance with his action, protruding my chest out as my bare breasts clung for dear life to the fabric that remained.
He planted his lips on my neck, which had been slightly dampened by sweat. He nipped at my skin, biting and marking me while his arm snaked around the small of my back, drawing me closer to him.
My eyes closed as I felt a wetness forming between my thighs. He groaned as his hand migrated down my backside, finding a handful of supple flesh, and squeezing it over the cotton material of my dress.
Several thoughts raced through my head at once as I felt his heavy breath against my skin. Reluctance permeated through me as I pressed my palms against his chest. I managed to push him off with an ungraceful ease that sent me stumbling a few steps backwards.
He stared me down with an expression that almost read as amusement while he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I--I just don't think we should be doing this right now..." My voice trailed off in an almost inaudible fashion.
"And why not?" he belted with a contrasting authority, almost as if it wasn't a question at all. I stared at him flatly, irritated by his now apparent and self-absorbed audacity.
"Because I'm hot and we're stranded in the middle of no where, how about that?" I scoffed, feeling my frustration flare. I placed my hands on my hips, cocking one leg to the side.
A grin spread smoothly onto his face like melted butter. He stared at me, tilting his head to the side and folding his arms over his chest. Did he really find this amusing?
"Nope." I said, shaking my head at him. "I'm not doing this with you right now..." I declared as I turned around and began to head in the opposite direction.
Another big gust of wind propelled through the air. It made the back of my dress flutter upwards, briefly exposing my bare ass. The wind continuously whipped at me, sending my hair all over my head as I struggled to yank the bottom of my dress down. As the air settled, I smoothed down my hair and skirt while I peered back at him, sternly. He just stared back at me, that same arrogant smirk stuck on his face. My face flushed pink with embarrassment while my eyes began to fill with rage. How could he just stand there and be so irritating?
Before I could fix my lips to lay him out, he charged towards me. I felt my feet lift up off the ground, as he hoisted me over his broad shoulders, without breaking a single stride.
What the fuck.
"Put me down, NOW!" I demanded. He chuckled quietly as he carried me back over to that lone tree. With one arm secured around my thighs, he flipped up my skirt, once again exposing my ass. He gave it a quick peck before delivering a heavy slap that cracked through the air with more sharpness than any whip could muster. I grimaced, feeling his steps quicken before he set me down and flipped me around so that I was facing the tree.
"What are you doing!?" I protested.
