Lets go to my truck

He grabbed her throat and leaned down close. "Go get into my truck." He hissed softly to her. She didn't want James to catch her like this, and something deep down didn't want to say no. Trembling she grabbed her shirt and bra and headed out to his truck.

She hopped into the passenger seat of Mike’s truck as he started it up. She belted up and turned towards Mike a bit, her mind still in the gutter. She imagined like one of the stories she had read. She imagined herself in the back of this truck, on her back, legs spread into the air…

As she sat up she felt his hand reach around her shoulders and slide into her hair. She leaned more to him and he pulled her the rest of the way to kiss her again. They were making out now, hard and lusty. She felt his hands on her face and neck.

Then one of his hands slide down her neck and shoulder, slowly traveling down her arm.

His lips where hot and his tongue forceful. He was a good kisser, not better so much, but different then James. She moaned as the made out, the wetness between her legs growing all the time. She felt his hand cup one of her tits. Sara was rather proud of her tits, she had large ones, 36DDs! His groping was a bit rougher then James ever was, but it felt so good. Her legs opened, offering herself to him more, but his hand stayed on her tit, his lips still on hers.

Then his hand left her tit and traveled up he shoulder and then down her arm. He took hold of her wrist and with almost no resistance he pulled her hand over to his lap, and for the first time she felt a hard cock that was not James’. Her hand closed around it through his shorts, rubbing it, feeling it throb under her hand. She moaned as he did.

Then he broke their kiss and hissed. “Take it out.” Sara whines softly, but she felt her hand moving to his zipper and lowering it. He was biting and kissing her neck as she moved her hand into his boxers, feeling his hot cock in her hand, her first strange hard cock since she met James. She moaned as she pulled his cock free of his shorts. He was a bit smaller then James, but at that moment it didn’t matter. She was soaked and her head was swimming.

He pulled back from her again and she trembled. Something deep down told her that if she didn’t do something very soon, if she didn’t stop this before he spoke, he would get anything he wanted….