The walk back to the four wheel drive was fairly easy. The path was far from smooth, but there weren't any arduous inclines along the way. Clara and Jeff talked the entire way. When they reached the vehicle Jeff rested by the back wheel and removed his water bottle from his pack. He drank heartily, as there was no longer a need to conserve his water, while Clara opened the vehicle's rear hatch and threw her own pack in.
Jeff had only just replaced the bottle in his pack when without warning Clara placed her hands around his head and pulled him in for another passionate kiss. Clara had hoped she would be able to make it back to the motel room before she expressed her gratitude to Jeff physically, but her ever-growing desire could be suppressed no longer. Jeff wrapped his arms around Clara, positioning his hands initially on the back of her bare midriff, then sliding them down over the coarse fabric of her tight shorts. Jeff gave Clara's buttocks an unexpected tight squeeze as he pulled her hips against his own, prompting a muffled yelp of approval from his partner.
Their faces, like the rest of their bodies, were covered in dust from crawling through the tight cavern, and as their lips slid against each other mercurially, the dust was swept into the kiss. For Clara, the unique mix of bland, gritty dirt, commingled with Jeff's delicious warm saliva only served to make the kiss feel that much more exciting and spontaneous. After smoothly manoeuvring her arms under Jeff's and around his back, Clara gently began to prompt him to move backwards, towards the Merc, until they were close enough for Clara to reach the back door and open it. As Clara continued to push him back, Jeff stumbled over his own pack. He briskly broke off the kiss, reached down to grab the pack and then chucked it recklessly on the back seat floor of the Merc, spilling half of it's contents, including the lamp, onto the vehicle floor. Jeff knew that he would soon be far too preoccupied to remember where he'd left his pack, and had no intention of leaving the lamp on the mountaintop.
Grasping his well-defined chin between her thumb and index fingers, Clara pulled Jeff's gaze promptly back to her and stole a quick kiss before urging him into the four wheel drive with a gentle push on his chest. Jeff climbed up on to the back seat and moved over one space to allow room for Clara. Clara never once took her eyes off Jeff as she climbed onto the seat beside him with an almost authoritative patience, slowly entering the vehicle and closing the door behind her. She concealed her raging arousal behind a calm, if somewhat mischievous smile, while her eyes gazed at Jeff in such a deeply sensuous manner that he could almost hear them say, "I am going to pleasure you to brink of insanity..."
She leaned over and pressed her lips against Jeff's once again, sending her tongue deep into Jeff's mouth to slide along, around and against his own tongue in a tender, intimate caress. For Jeff, it had barely seemed like that wonderful kiss had begun before he felt her palm once again pushing gently on his chest and her lips pulling away from his. She pushed him down so that he was lying back on the seat. As Jeff layed flat, the enormous bulge in his shorts became very apparent. Clara did not break the silence when she noticed it, she simply smirked. After stopping only briefly to admire the display of Jeff's arousal, Clara leaned over Jeff to again kiss him on the lips. Jeff wrapped his arms around Clara's torso and pulled her closer to him in a passion-fuelled embrace. She kissed him many times, provoking many appreciative moans from him, but after a few moments, Clara was insistently pulling away from Jeff's arms. She looked down on him with that same conniving smirk, as her hands gently trailed over the fabric of his shirt.
All of a sudden, she gripped the left and right sides of the shirt tightly and swiftly ripped them asunder, sending the buttons flying. They clattered as they bounced off of the hard surfaces of the vehicle interior. "Shit!" Jeff exclaimed in surprise, cracking an amused smile after the initial shock had passed. Quickly resuming her calm, deliberate demeanour, Clara again leaned down, this time to plant a soft, tender kiss on the top of Jeff's chest. She slowly made her way down his chest, padding kisses along it, occasionally pressing against it with the tip of her tongue, while her right hand gently coursed back and forth through the chest hairs near his nipple.
"Oh boy!" Jeff sighed as he exhaled a deep breath. As Clara made her titillatingly slow progress down his sternum, Jeff contemplated the gruelling amount of restraint he would soon have to call upon to prolong his climax as long as possible. His sexual instincts had been in standby mode ever since that first amazing kiss in the tomb. Watching Clara's firm ass the entire twenty-minute walk back to the Merc certainly did nothing to calm them. Now, with this onslaught of incredibly sensuous foreplay from Clara, he was all systems go. The pressure his stiff cock was putting against the strong fabric of his shorts was excruciating, and Clara was still fully clothed! Jeff feared that by the time they actually began to make love, he would only be able to withstand a few seconds of Clara's luscious womanhood.
Clara certainly did not make the task any easier as she unzipped Jeff's fly, and slid her left hand inside to gently fondle his rod through his briefs. Many agonisingly enjoyable seconds later, Clara had finally kissed her way to the bottom of Jeff's chest, stopping just above his navel. She smiled as she rose up, removing her hand from his shorts. After making quick work of his belt buckle, Clara slid her fingertips inside the waistline of Jeff's briefs and pulled them, along with his shorts, midway down his thighs in one smooth movement. Free from it's cotton prison, Jeff's rigid maleness immediately sprang to it's full height, almost as if it were doing so solely to grab the attention of the only person who could fulfil it's maddening need. If that was the case, then it's mission was most definitely a success. Clara paused for a couple of seconds as she admired Jeff's erection with a keen look in her eye. Then, with a teasingly slow blink, Clara shifted her amorous gaze back to Jeff's eyes, consuming his attention as her fingers nimbly unlaced her boots just enough for her to slide her feet out.
Next she began to unbuckle her own belt and remove her shorts. Jeff, realising that he had a little time before Clara resumed pleasuring him, sat up and began to awkwardly pull down his own shorts and briefs, which were still holding his thighs together. Clara had obviously only been interested in unleashing Jeff's rod, his mobility was apparently of no concern.
The shorts were still around Jeff's knees when Clara reached over and firmly grabbed their crotch. She pulled the shorts down forcefully, using them to pin Jeff's legs to the seat. Then, as she held his legs fast against the seat, Clara slowly rose up. It was only now that Jeff noticed that she had completely shed her own shorts, leaving only her white cotton panties to hide her snatch. Jeff also noticed that the panties were almost entirely wet and there was a faint smell of female arousal in the air. Jeff smirked as he realised that behind her calm, cool facade, Clara was just as horny as he was.
Clara kneeled over Jeff, straddling his thighs. As she slowly layed down on top of him, she pushed her wet panties against Jeff's hard cock. By the time she had begun to kiss him, it was tightly sandwiched between their two bodies. Clara enticed him further by pressing and releasing her lithe flesh against his rod in rhythmical waves of pressure, whilst her tongue inspired his arousal by dancing playfully along the surfaces in his mouth.
Over and over they kissed, as the pressings of Clara's hips became steadily stronger, more passionate. Jeff moaned happily at the deluge of affection that he'd been swept into, and although Clara remained silent, her composure was clearly starting to deteriorate. Her kisses were becoming hungrier and she was unconsciously running her fingers through Jeff's hair, and even grabbing it at times. Jeff had once again wrapped his arms around Clara. His hands spiralled over her body in wide strokes, rubbing over the back of her shirt and the butt of her panties and sliding over the smooth skin of her lower back in between. As the intense foreplay sent their body temperatures climbing, the dirt on their bodies was absorbed by their sweat, forming a black liquid. Jeff's caresses began to leave black streaks along Clara's wet skin, and dark stains on her shirt and panties.
