She follows

As Sarah watched Jake confidently stride away she felt a confusing mix of emotions. She knew she should be annoyed at the man's arrogance, at his crude insinuation and his assumption that she would simply follow him outside. But the throbbing heat between her legs and tingling thrill buzzing in her stomach made her feel something else entirely. Just like that, the opportunity that she had been fantasising about had presented itself, and with a handsome, rugged guy no less. Even better he was an out of towner like her... no strings!

Casting a quick glance towards the girls to make sure they weren't watching, Sarah quickly scurried after Jake, slipping through the back door and out into the night. Her steps crunched on the gravel as she moved towards the hulking shadow of the big rig where she made out Jake's shillouette, the burning tip of his cigarette drawing her to him like a beacon. As she approached he remained silent, simply swinging open the passenger door and ushering her inside. He gently helped her up, a hand on her rear to support her up the big step, not groping but sending a shiver through Sarah all the same.

Jake quietly closed the door behind Sarah and tossed his smoke away before moving to the driver's side and climbing in. He flicked a switch and several dull lights came on in the doors and on the dash, the red glow giving the space a cosy, if slightly ominous vibe.

Sarah sat in silence, trembling slightly as she wondered what the hell she was doing, but when Jake's big hand wrapped around her wrist, his rough skin causing her own to prickle, and guided her hand to his thigh she let him. His jeans felt soft, well worn and she instinctively stroked the material as if seeking out comfort.

"So..." came Jake's voice, soft and deep, "What do you think?"

Sarah's hand twitched but something about Jake's voice soothed her and after a moment of hesitation, she let her fingers wander into his lap. She felt that warmth again and this time, a far more defined bulge lurking beneath his jeans. Her delicate fingers traced along the shape of his cock which snaked down along his inner thigh, throbbing at her touch.

"It is..." she whispered, the words coming without thought. "Big, I mean."

Jake chuckled softly, sending a giddy flutter through the young woman. He reached into his lap, fingers resting on Sarah's for a moment as he let his member throb, then guided her hand down to his tip as he unzipped his jeans. Sarah's heart raced as one of the barriers between them was broken, her hand immediately slipping into Jakes jeans and under his boxers, her cool fingertips tingling against the soft heat of his shaft. As Sarah explored Jake's throbbing meat she finally looked up at him, her mouth agape in an expression of shocked awe as she struggled to believe this was actually happening. He looked back at her, calm, relaxed and simply nodded.

This, she realised was the point of no return... Sarah's fantasy was literally in her grasp, she just had to take the next step. Just as her thoughts turned to her upstanding, dependable and undeniably good fiance, the thick cock in her hand throbbed and Sarah's pussy pulsed in response.