Oklahoma State
They say you can run all you want, but you'll never outrun your past. I was putting that theory to the test alongside a rural road, after a memorable morning.
I had awoken alone after a passionate night with my good friend Dedi's lady friend, and ran into him during my morning ablutions when he dropped a surprise on me.
"I volunteered to go back overseas." He said using the toilet next to me.
"Fallujah?" I asked.
"I made that city my bitch a long time ago, and if ISIS... ISIL, or whatever they call themselves think otherwise, they will have to answer to me." Dedi replied.
His words still rang in my ears as I continued my run early morning run beside a farm. What truly bothered me was what Mirabelle had said over breakfast.
"Goodness, when Dedi described you to me, I had thought you'd be much darker!" She said with a smile followed by a laugh.
Being Dutch-Carib in background, I don't always get American humour, and this was a classic example. My flesh colour is similar to a cup of tea with enough milk added to make it cool enough to drink. I stood to excuse myself.
"I hope I didn't offend you?" Mirabelle asked in her Texan drawl.
I however had already left the room.
I ran through a cross road and over a culvert, the urge to clear it before moving on was very strong, but after a deep breath I suppressed the urge. Two tours in Afghanistan with the Dutch army had me thinking twice about all culverts.
A large black Escalade approached from in front, and seemed to be slowing down. I assumed that the platinum blonde in the ball cap was going to ask for directions, however she sped off when the whine of a police siren started to grow louder, soon I could see the blue and red strobe light.
The large police SUV caught up to me, and kept my pace as the window rolled down.
"What are you running from?" Asked a Spanish accented woman's voice.
"My list of sins is long." I replied turning my head to peer inside the SUV.
The driver of the SUV looked almost comical, her long light brown hair was worn loose under her brown Stetson hat. She was dressed in the dark brown and tan uniform of her trade, and her brown eyes looked almost hazel to me as she looked my sweaty body up and down.
"Where are you staying?" She asked.
"Over at Dedi's." I replied.
"Those mother fuckers!" Cried out the woman. "The sheriff is going to be pissed when he hears that people are calling a black-out on a guest of his!"
She spoke so fast I could barely make out her words.
"Get in!" The uniformed woman barked as she stopped then opened the door for me.
She picked up a cell phone and started yelling in Spanish into it, I couldn't keep up with what she was saying, but the word 'mother fuckers' was clearly heard often. I knew I neither under arrest, nor detained; I could have closed the door and finish my run, but I always found myself attracted to passionate women, so I climbed in.
Before I could get my seat belt on, she had tossed the SUV into gear and was speeding down the rural road, still swearing into her phone. Ignoring all that, I tried to strike up some conversation.
"So... have you worked here long?" I asked.
Still holding the phone she replied, "No, I couldn't work here with all these redneck mother fuckers! I'm here on a secondment."
I want to say I was confused, but with her driving habits I was more concerned with arriving at our destination alive. I gave her my name, and held out my hand.
Setting her phone on the dashboard, she shook my hand, her fingers were soft and her nails well manicured with white tips.
"That's Dutch isn't it?" She said referring to my name, I nodded an affirmative.
"My name is Maria Lara Rodriguez Enojado Vasquez." She stated.
I tried to commit it to memory without success.
"I prefer to go by Vasquez." Vasquez said in clarification as she picked up the phone.
"How long are you in town for?" She then barked out.
I didn't reply, as I was uncertain to whom she was speaking to, when she repeated the question again more loudly I replied.
"Uh, just for tonight." I said.
"OK," She said making a sharp turn. "We don't have much time."
"Time for what?" I asked, but she didn't reply.
When the SUV halted we were parked next to a large river, at what appeared to be a park, however with the fog rolling in, I couldn't see far.
"Wait here, I'll be right back." She stated opening her door.
"Do you need a hand?" I offered unsure what she was up too.
"No, I just need to pee." Vasquez said.
"I can stand overwatch." I suggested.
"You Dutch men are sick!" She said with a laugh as she began to close the door. "The fog will do just fine."
She was correct, I followed her in the mirror and after three metres she was gone! I sat there trying to gather my thoughts when she knocked on my window.
"Get out!" Vasquez commanded.
"Will you need a phone book for this?" I asked.
Vasquez face scrunched up as she made sense of my words, her little nose looked so cute.
"Fuck no!" She stated. "I'm not going to beat you! I'm going to fuck you!"
"If you pull out a strap-on, I'm going to run!" I joked stepping out.
Vasquez laughed with me until we started to kiss, she was much short than me, possibly five-foot-one. Her lips were moist against my own, as I pulled her closer something stabbed into my leg! Looking down we both burst into giggles when it was revealed to be her mag pouch!
When our kiss resumed my hands roamed her body, however her duty-belt and vest kept me from accessing anything sweet. My hands moved to her face, I took her dark brown Stetson and placed it on the seat, before filling my hand with a fistful of her light brown hair.
All this kissing had worked me up into a frenzy! Like a berserker on a Viking battlefield I found myself frustrated and overwhelmed with not bloodlust, but lust for the flesh! My lips remained pressed to hers, but my hands launched towards her duty-belt. In moments I had it unlatched, her curved hips held her belt up as my fingers snaked downwards.
As my fingers danced across her sensitive spots, I noticed that she was freshly shaved. I know that some ladies maintain a bare beaver, but I also know that some ladies do it when the know they'll be able to show it off! I was quite sure which category Vasquez should be placed in.
As I pressed and rotated on her clitoris, Vasquez's legs began to quiver and her grip on my arm tightened. If she hadn't just came, I assumed that she would be shortly.
When her shakes subsided I dipped a finger into her opening, and was rewarded with a very wet pussy! So wet that I wondered if she didn't just cum but instead had squirted!
Lust for the flesh overcame me, stronger than before! I felt like a recently transformed zombie! I could no longer hold back! The SUV door was open, with the window down; I pushed her into it, and pressed myself behind her. Vasquez gripped the door arm rest for support as she kept a vigil for any interlopers.
Although her Latin ass was mighty fine, dry-humping was not enough for me! I pulled her duty trousers down past her hips then moved her hips back, she was now ready to be ravished. I had been erect since I first sat in the SUV, and now with my one-eyed monster set free it was time to set him to his task.
With a hand on her now bare ass I guided my onyx coloured member to her wet entrance. Once there I halted then reached around to her front to twiddle on her clitoris. The sounds she made were pure cavewoman talk for 'stop teasing me and fuck me hard!' but I was not yet ready to give into her demands.
As I teased her joy button her vagina increased in moisture, causing the head of my penis to slide deeper and deeper into her. Her moans of pleasure had ceased almost immediately, and were replaced by the sound of nothing! I could hear the morning breeze swaying through the trees, and birds chirping nearby, however neither of us were breathing at this point.
When I felt my pelvis touch her ass I ceased pushing and stopped dead, my fingers remained in place, ready for my next move. We both took a deep breath, and enjoyed the moment.
I want to say I did this to allow her to adjust to my size, but the truth was I was ready to blow! I felt like I was back in Paris when some stripper went down on me, and I exploded with little encouragement.
Usually taking a breath gives me the Dutch courage I need to start again, but all I felt was Dutch! I tried a different tactic, I started my fingers upon their dance from before, but didn't move an imperial inch of my massive man-log! Vasquez seemed oblivious to my problem, but enjoy the attention she was getting.
Feeling brave, and full of confidence I pulled back leaving only the head inside before ramming with the power of an auto accident back into Vasquez, she grunted in bliss as I repeated the process over and over again.
Still blanketed in fog, no cars came down the hill, but if they had they would have seen me hammering away at Vasquez, both of us with our pants around our ankles.
I was fucking her at a good pace, but I hungered for more! I tried to get up her police tunic, but her tight bulletproof vest stopped my advance deader than the Ardennes Offensive! In a scramble I undid the Velcro and moved both hands upwards. Her bra was in the way, so I lifted it up and over her tits.
Grabbing them with cold hands her nipples suddenly became erect! Her breasts were so very soft, too soft! I stopped my thrust and took a deep breath.
"Are you alright?" Vasquez asked.
"Yeah, I'm ok." I reassured her, "but I'm ready to cum! You're so tight!"
