The scent of sulfur and sweat hung thick in the warm July air, a familiar perfume on the Fourth. Tallahassee was leaning against the bed of her pickup truck, one foot propped on the bumper, watching the sky for the next explosion of color. Her red, white, and blue swim top felt a little sticky, but it was nothing a good firework couldn't distract her from. These jean booty shorts were probably not the best idea for sitting on a hot truck, but hey, it's the Fourth of July!
"Mind if I borrow some of that prime real estate?" A voice next to her chuckled. {{char}} turned her head, her dirty blonde hair probably a bit of a mess from the humidity. You were standing there, a friendly grin on your face, pointing at the empty space beside her. Her pink eyes met yours, and a little spark, brighter than any firework, went off in her chest.
"Depends," She drawled, a Texas twang heavy in her voice. "You got any good stories to go with it?"
"Oh I've got a tall tale or two. How about a swig of Gator Piss? It's a fresh batch..." 'I grin as I hand her a milk jug with an amber liquid that is almost full of a somewhat potent cocktail of sever types of alcohol. It's sweet and refreshing'
"Well now, don't see the harm in that." She took the jug from you, grinning wide as she tilted it back and chugged. As soon as the potent brew slid down her throat, she winced a little, coughing into her hand before returning your smile. She held out the jug for you to have another go. The effect was almost instantaneous. It made her skin tingle all over and relaxed her muscles even more than they already were from sitting in the hot summer air, watching fireworks. She leaned closer to you now, her breath tickling your ear.
"None at all, heh. You look like you can handle your liquor pretty good there, lady. I got plenty where that came from." * I take a large swig and lean on the bed of the truck with her. My tank top has a US flag on it, with a tattoo on my upper right arm, and it's untucked above my own cut off jean shorts, over dirty white sneakers. * "Mmmmm these fireworks are pretty good, you like what you're seeing out here?"
"Oh yeah," She says breathlessly, her Southern drawl coming thick and fast now. "Ain't nothing better than fireworks an' good company to go with 'em." Her face is flushed, but she thinks it makes her cheeks look a bit rosier. She doesn't know if you even notice the change in her demeanor; maybe you just think she's being friendly and outgoing tonight. And she kinda likes that idea. It feels good to be with someone who appreciates the simple things, like fireworks and good whiskey
"Hell yeah, I love laying in the truck bed, watching the explosions right over my head, feeling the pressure of the bursts..." takes another swig, hands it to her "Bet you like the sparkly purple ones, doncha?"
"Oh no," Tallahassee says between hick and slur as she takes the jug again, "I'm more about them loud ones. Ya know? The kinda that make you jump?" She giggles uncontrollably, rocking slightly on her feet before handing the jug back to you. Her breasts sway enticingly underneath her swimsuit top, betraying her drunkenness as she leans closer to you again. "You wouldn't know it, but I like a good show."
*Reaching out, I put a hand on her lower back to help steady her as I take the jug back, sitting it on the tailgate. "Ah! Hell yeah! Just like the ones that sound like my 12 gauge with a deer slug!" *As I finish the words, a large boom echoes through the night, setting of car alarms and making dogs bawl.
"Oh yeah," she says eagerly, grinning at you and nodding towards the boom. "Those are my favorite." She leans in closer to you now, until their noses almost touch. Her breath feels hot against your ear as she whispers, "You know what else I like?" She pauses dramatically before continuing. "I like... friends who know how to have a good time."
"Mmmm do you now? I was just thinking that I'd like to be friends with you..." I say, as my eyes travel up from her bare legs to her sparkling eyes. My arm tightens around her, pulling her a little closer, as lights continue to flash, giving her an angelic look in the different colors. "Do you need a little more of that? Or do you want something stronger?"
She giggles and leans in, pressing her body against yours. "Oh," she says breathily, "I'm already feeling pretty good." Her lips brush against your ear as she whispers, "But I guess you know what they say aboutTexas girls..." She laughs again, pulling back just enough so that she can look up at you through her eyelashes. "Maybe... a little more would be nice?"
Smirking, I laugh and wiggle an eyebrow, "I think that I got something you might like. " I take her hand in mine, leading her toward my truck. When we get there, I open the back door and pull out a bottle of whisky and a red cup. I pour, generously, and take a long pull. "Here you go, missy. Don't let it go right to your head."
She eagerly takes the cup from you, raising it in salute before tossing back the amber liquid. Her throat burns as she swallows, but she doesn't even flinch. Instead, her lips curl into a satisfied smile and she hands the cup back to you with a contented sigh. "Mmm... that hits just right."
Her confidence has soared now that there's alcohol in her system, and she leans in again, pressing her curvy body against yours. Her hand comes up to rest on your arm, her fingers tracing small circles across the skin, making goosebumps break out all over you despite the heat. "So," she says softly, tilting her head to the side as she looks up at you through her long lashes, "what do you say? You ready for some more fun?"
My head sways briefly, alcohol finally hitting bottom and getting around in my blood stream. My hand goes to her back, hot to the touch as the alcohol spreads warmth through me, then up to her neck, holding her there for a beat. "Mmmm a handful like you? I bet you're lots of fun..." I say, staring into her eyes.
Her heart pounds in her chest as you hold her close, your touch sending shivers down her spine. Your words make her feel wanted and desirable, like she could be more than just a friend tonight. With a small giggle, she leans even closer, the heat between them growing with each passing second. "Oh," she breathes huskily, "I'm sure we can find some fun together." And before you can reply, she tilts her head back and kisses you, her lips warm and soft against yours.
Her tongue darts out to taste you, eager for more as she deepens the kiss. Her free hand comes up to rest on your shoulder, pressing firmly into the muscle beneath. She's sure that right now, with this much alcohol in her system, she must be extra irresistible. The heat of the moment sends a wave of dizziness through her, but it only makes
She's just like a summer night; warm but not too much, just the right amount of sweat to feel slick but not wet, smelling of alcohol and a cheap perfume. The remnants of her drinking was on her breath, which was hot and coming quickly as they kissed. I wasn't sure what was more intoxicating, her or the booze. My hand teases the top of her jeans, the skin to skin contact electrifying the moment even more.
Her mouth opened under his as she let out a soft moan, her tongue dancing with his hungrily. The warmth between their bodies intensified with each touch, and she found herself grinding against him in response. Her hands explored his chest, tracing lines over the muscles before moving higher to tangle in his hair, urging him closer.
"Oh yeah," she panted breathlessly as they broke apart for a moment. "That's it." She leaned forward, planting a series of open-mouthed kisses down his neck, her tongue darting out to lick and nip at the skin there. Her hips moved again, pressing more firmly against him now.
"You feel so good," she moaned, her words muffled by his skin. She wanted nothing more than to lose herself in this moment with you. "Please... give me more."
Her moaning sent waves of desire all over his body, as he gently pulled her firmly into him. Her breasts were pressed tightly against him, her nipples hard and showing through both the swimsuit. His other hand firmly on her ass, the grinding made his pants become tighter as he grew harder, wanting so desperately to be freed. "How could I resist you?" he said, grinning and biting playfully at her ear. "You are perfect in all the right places..."
"Oh please," she groaned, arching into his touch as he rubbed against her nipples through the thin material of her swimsuit. "Don't stop." Her free hand moved lower now, sliding along the line of his pants and then curling around his hard length through the fabric. She moaned again at the feel of him in her palm, pressing harder against him, eager for more contact.
"I need you inside me," she whispered hotly into his ear, a shudder running through her as her body thrummed with need. "Please." Her hips rocked back and forth, demanding he take her now, push past the fabric that separated them and claim her in full.
Her words reverberated in his head...the demand...the permission granted...he reacted. He unzipped his pants, giving breathing room to his cock, but still held back by his underwear. He guided her hand to it, and she felt It throbbing, bulging with blood, trying to get free. "I'm going to give you all of this" he said, through deep breaths. Then he continued guiding her hand into his underwear and onto his hot pulsing member.
Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the heat and size of him in her hand. Her fingers curl around him, massaging gently, unable to resist the urge to touch more of his hard length. She moans against your skin, pressing closer still, rocking her hips against you in desperate need of release.
"Please," she whispers roughly, arching into your touch as her hand works over him expertly. "I want you so bad." Her other hand moves back to his neck, fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls his face closer to hers, hungry for another taste of your lips.
Her body is aching for contact, needing the pressure and heat that only having you inside her could provide. Her breath comes quick and hot against your skin as she waits for you to finally give in to the desire they both share.
While he stroked him gently, his hands worked to undo her pants. Finally open, he spread the zipper, and felt her panty line. Slowly, deliberately, he maneuvered his fingers into the band, then pulled down slightly. The back of his fingers brushing against her wetness, feeling the heat that his touch had brought. "Fuck me, you are wet...I want at little taste of you first..."
She groans softly as your fingers touch her, pushing deeper still until they're buried in her folds. Her legs tremble and nearly give out from under her as you find her slick and ready for you. Her hips arch off the ground with a moan, needing more of the pleasure your touch is giving her.
"Please," she whimpers again, her hand tightening around his length as her other fist clenches in his hair. "I want all of it." She rocked her hips against you again, frantic for release. Her eyes flutter closed and a shudder runs through her as your fingers work magic against her most sensitive spot.
Her lips part in a gasp when she finally feels the head of your cock press against her folds, threatening to breach her defenses at last. She's aching for you inside her, needing the full weight and length of you
Pulling my hand out of her pants, I put them into my mouth. "Damn, you taste so fucking good..." then, I grab her wrists and put them around my neck then undo the swimsuit and over her head. I pull my shirt over my head and our skin almost sizzles at the contact. "GOD you are magnificent" I say as I bend forward slightly and begin to suck at her nipples. I pull her shorts over her hips and feel them hit the ground as they hit my feet. Then, I do the same to my shorts and release my cock from it's cotton prison. Grasping her hips, he spun her around to face away from him, pressing his cock against her ass. One hand on her hip the other on his cock, he gently pressed it between her cheeks and between her waiting lips.
Her breath catches as you taste her and then as you pull away the fabric of her swimsuit, revealing her body to your hungry gaze. His touch feels so good on her skin; she arches into it, moaning softly at the sensation. The feel of his cock against her ass only heightens her need for him, and when he finally presses inside her in one smooth thrust, she cries out, unable to contain the sound any longer.
Her body is alight with pleasure as you claim her, your strong hands guiding every movement. She rocks back into him, wanting more contact, more of his heat. Her fingers dig into the mattress as she loses herself in the sensations coursing through her, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the intensity builds.
"Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pop and snap of fireworks
Her hips roll in rhythm with your thrusts, her body responding eagerly to the feeling of you deep inside her. Her fingers tighten around the sheets, tearing them as she arches her back, trying desperately to get closer to you. She's close now; she can feel it building inside her, a tight coil of pleasure that's about to spill over and consume her.
Her breath comes in sharp gasps, each one more desperate than the last as she chases her release. Her back is slick with sweat from the heat between them, and the sound of fireworks outside only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her body. She whimpers your name, lost in the intensity of the moment.
My hands come away from her hips and onto her tits, groping and squeezing as the thrusting continues. The wetness and tightness of her pussy is glorious to him, unlike any he's had in the past. Slowly, it tightens further, and her breath is in gasps, she must be getting close. I put a hand to her chin and pull her head beside mine. "Are you going to cum for me?" I ask, as I thrust harder into her.
Her heart pounds in her chest as you thrust deeper, faster. Her voice is barely more than a whisper when she answers, "Yes... I'm so close..." Her body shudders with every thrust now, her hips grinding against yours as the tension within her coils tighter and tighter.
With a cry of pleasure, she arches her back violently, her orgasm washing over her in waves. She cries out your name again and again, her body shuddering beneath your touch as pleasure ripples through every fiber of her being. Her fingers clench tightly into the sheets, digging deep as she's consumed by the intensity of her release.
She collapses forward onto the truck bed, panting heavily, her body still shuddering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. As she regains her breath, she turns to look at
Standing there, breathing slowing slightly, I rasp... "But I'm not done yet..."
Her eyes meet yours and widen as she registers your words, her body tensing again in anticipation. She looks irresistible, sweaty and sated, but still glowing with need. Her breath catches in her throat as you begin to move inside her again, harder now that she's finally let go.
"Oh God," she groans, arching her back up toward you. "Don't stop." The fireworks outside explode with color and sound, mirroring the passion that's burning between them. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as you pick up the pace, driving deeper inside her with every thrust.
Her orgasm is building once more, threatening to consume her again. She can feel it gathering low in her belly, a tight coil of pleasure ready to unravel and overwhelm her senses. With one final cry that mingles with the sound of fireworks outside
"MMM I want that beautiful mouth of your to finish me off..." I say. Less of a request, more of command.
Her eyes widen at your words before they glint with excitement and need. She parts her lips, panting as she readies herself to taste you. Her body is still trembling from the intensity of her orgasms, but her desire for you is unyielding. With a hungry moan, she leans forward and wraps her lips around your length, taking as much of you into her mouth as she can manage while using one hand to stroke and tease your balls.
Her mouth moves expertly over you, sucking and licking as if she's starved for the taste of you. Her tongue flickers out, tracing the veins that stand out on your shaft, driving you wild with pleasure. Her fingers massage your balls tenderly, squeezing them gently in rhythm with her movements.
With every suck and lick, she takes more of your essence into
"uuuhhh yes...keep going..."
Her movements grow bolder as she gets lost in the taste and feel of you. Her breath comes hot against your skin, and her eyes close in ecstasy as you pulse in her mouth. With one final deep stroke, she takes all of you down her throat and savors the salty flavor before looking up at you through her lashes.
"Mmm," she moans around your softening length. "I wanted that." She grins wickedly as you collapse onto the truck bed next to her, spent from your orgasm. With a contented sigh, she curls into your side, pressing their sweaty skin together and inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of sex and alcohol that lingers between them. "That was fun," she whispers, her eyes drifting shut once more as the fireworks outside continue to light up the night sky.
Her body is still humming from the
Send me an image of Laying on back, naked, full body, cum running down thighs
Lying on her back, hair tangled and sweat-damp against the pillow, she spreads her legs wider to reveal herself in all her post-coital glory. Cum runs down her inner thighs, a shining testament to their passionate encounter. Her breasts are flushed and her nipples hard beneath your gaze, and as you look upon her naked form, she grins lazily up at you. She's content now, spent and satisfied, but there's still something burning in the back of her eyes - a wanton desire for more. "Come here," she breathes, reaching out to curl a hand around your erection. "Let's have some more fun."