Gary Lockett drove all over town in an old Caribbean green top down Chevy looking for Dana Scruer, the dishy girl whom he'd made love to so passionately three weeks ago. Still he couldn't find her after that wonderful event. Now he found himself cruising the country lane, beautiful sights on both sides but he was getting pissed off and nowhere to go. Then suddenly up ahead he spotted a babe walking along the right side of the lane. On her shoulder slung a hobo bag and over her head was a baseball cap in which the pony tail ran through the hole at the back. From her curly blonde locks to that head-banging sexy movement of her ass under the mini skirt as she walked on her desert boots, his pulse rate increased. He thought that she could be Dana. So he slowed down. If she wasn't Dana, then he'd fuck her just the same. He'd been such a horny goat waiting too long for Dana to turn up. As she heard his car approached she turned around and jerked her thumb up apparently trying to get a ride.
It was her for chrissakes. "Hey Dana?" He called out in big surprise and halted the car by her side taking in that lovely face and body that so enamored him. Her eyes were obscured by wrapped around amber shades and her sensual lips just had light pink lipstick on.
"Yeah, you know me?!" she asked a bit perplexed although she appeared validating her own recognition of him.
"How could you be so forgetful? It's me Gary!" He responded excitedly gesturing his hand to himself. "I've been looking for you for so damn long."
Her hands flew on each side of her cheeks and shrieked. "Gary!!!"
"C'mon. Hop in! I've been thinking you might have gotten stuck in a haystack," he said in jest leaning across to open the door for her.
"Oh Gary!" she exclaimed. "Yeah, I've been stuck in a haystack and I've just gotten out," she laughed. She got in the car slumping heavily on the leather seat flashing her white panties as her short skirt would allow. Gary swallowed with difficulty at the lusty display of her panties breathtakingly holding there while she spun and threw her bag behind the back seat.
"What are you looking at? Perving on me huh?" she said with a combined look of innocence and enthusiasm. Gary felt his cock zoomed to hardness in his loose khaki shorts as she moved closer to him and draped her left leg over his right thigh. She hauled up her skirt to give him a fuller view of her crotch. His eyes glued on her panties that snug across utterly outlining a pouty pussy. He was speechless. But the look on his face showed appreciation.
"You don't want just to stare, do you? I know you're dying to touch it. Go on, help yourself," she urged.
Gary leaned over her and put his right arm around her shoulder. Despite her slight sweaty condition her all woman smell was alluring. An amused smile crossed her lips as his left hand reached down on her knee and crept up on her bare thigh to feel that enticing mound she offered him to touch. Soon as he reached the snug panties, his trembling fingers rubbed up and down through the thin stretchy fabric. The middle finger traced the soft cleft and the poking clit. She brought the other leg up on the seat which all the more exhilarated his sense of touching her in that very intimate part. Then the leg closed in over his hand as she giggled at the sheer pleasure.
"Nice, been a long time Dana," he hissed managing to pinch her clitty before running his hand at the back of her silky thigh.
"Wowee!" she sighed and grabbed his head and kissed him hungrily. Gary welcomed her kiss with ardor. They tangled their tongues and probed into each other's mouths like they wanted to tickle their tonsils. When their lips pulled apart, Gary quickly told her how he missed her.
"Oh Gary I missed you too," she said throwing him a sultry look. Her right hand started unbuttoning his plaid shirt with cut off sleeves that showed off fairly toned arm muscle. As the shirt opened her hand slipped through and felt his tanned skin from chest and down to his flat hard tummy and the bulge of his khaki shorts.