["The first kiss tells the person whether you're likeable or loveable."]
Julian and Dana kept kissing all through dinner and out of the parking lot. Many perverse fantasies had already been played out online, and now a face-to-face with the best results. He stood six-two, broad shoulders and chest with long legs and a smile in the brown eyes under his black hair. She was golden tanned with wavy blonde-streaked hair, a firm, fine figure and the desires of her perky breast jutting past the silk of her blouse. Julian had admired her ass, noticing there existed no panty line, and perhaps no panties. This made him throb in his silk boxers, the rutting cock moving like a python in the underbrush.
"Did you bring a rental?"
"No", she replied, "I hoped that I wouldn't need it."
Julian smiled, saying, "That's not all springing eternal right now."
Another kiss, tongues gently lapping at one another, and hands creeping back and forth, and Julian and Dana piled into the cab of his pick-up truck, necking like teenagers on a first date. She let her heels hit the floor, savoring the taste of his neck on her taste buds and seeing his powerful arm encircle her desperately. He slick, smooth hands went over his slacks, roaming along the thigh and tracing a line towards the groin. She noticed the thickened wool rising in a tent, making the beautiful young woman's eyes widening with need.
"Shit Jules, I've gotta put this in my mouth!"
Julian glided over her back and down along her ass, his thick fingers tracing the round, warm ass. They dove under the hem, raising the skirt gently, the air-conditioning letting the fine hair of her smooth derriere rise, the electricity coursing through her thighs.
"No panties", he replied. "Thank you."
Dana pulled away from his kiss, looking in his eyes: "For what?"
His fingers crept further along the fissure of her buttocks, his nail pulling the beads of sexy sweat of anticipation from her ass. "Not even a thong..."
"Why keep it from you...or myself?" She giggled, and then groaned as his kisses slathered her neck with bites and pecks, tantalizing her more as she rubbed her body against his side. The truck sat idling, music playing and Julian and Dana all over each other. His cock ballooned to an uncomfortable curve, the stiffness restrained by the wool pants of his suit. "Do you want to watch?"
"No. I want to participate."
Deft fingers slid over the inner thigh, Dana breathing heavily. She could smell the musk emanating from her body. Honey slipped past the hidden treasure of her sex, and Julian loved that even more. His fingers swam in her warmth, her desire, and her juices.
His neck craned over hers', the fast hands creating small circles on her breast. The firm, full nipples responded more than with the anticipation than the air conditioning. His fingers popped open one button, exposing more cleavage, their ripe swollen shape making the artist hunger for the woman who traveled so far to meet him.
Dana looked in his eyes: "Privacy. Now!"
["Using a little tongue makes you noticeable."]
The truck roared out of the parking lot and onto the adjacent highway, traveling at top speed. They didn't care about the person they almost broad sided, or the cop too busy for pursuit with a traffic stop ten feet from where they blew by him at 90 miles per hour. All that mattered was sating the passions they had dwelled on for so many months via their stories.