Joe takes her home

Joe slowly pulled his hands away from hers, the gentle touch sent a shiver down Wendy's spine, and she felt a pang of longing. Joe's eyes lingered on hers for a moment, the desire and frustration evident in their depths. With a quiet sigh, he turned his attention to the truck's ignition, the soft click of the key turning in the lock breaking the silence. The engine roared to life, and Joe shifted the truck into gear, the movement smooth and practiced. As he began to back away from the secluded spot, the trees seemed to close in around them, their branches creaking softly in the evening breeze.

As the truck began to move, Wendy's gaze drifted back to Joe's face, his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror as he navigated the vehicle out of the secluded spot. The soft glow of the dashboard lights cast a warm ambiance on his features, accentuating the subtle tension in his jaw. Wendy's thoughts lingered on the moment they had just shared, and a pang of guilt washed over her as she realized she had left Joe in a state of arousal. Her eyes inadvertently dropped to his lap, where the faint outline of his hardness was still visible beneath his jeans. As the truck continued to back away from the secluded spot, Wendy's gaze remained fixed on Joe's lap, her mind wandering to the hardness that still lingered beneath his jeans. A sly smile spread across her face, and a mischievous thought crept into her mind. Without breaking eye contact with the rearview mirror, Joe seemed to sense her gaze, his jaw tensing ever so slightly. Wendy's heart skipped a beat as she felt a surge of desire course through her veins. She slid closer to Joe, her movements subtle, yet deliberate. The soft leather of the truck's seat creaked softly as she shifted, the sound barely audible over the gentle hum of the engine.

Wendy's heart raced as she slid closer to Joe, her movements slow and deliberate. The soft leather of the truck's seat creaked softly as she shifted, the sound barely audible over the gentle hum of the engine. She could feel the heat radiating off of Joe's body, and the tension between them was palpable. Her hand slowly reached out, her fingers tracing a path up his thigh, causing him to inhale sharply. She could see the desire in his eyes, the way they darkened as she drew closer.

As her fingers danced up his thigh, Joe's eyes flickered towards her, the desire in their depths burning brighter with every passing moment. The air inside the truck seemed to vibrate with tension, the soft hum of the engine and the creaking of the trees outside fading into the background as Wendy's touch sent shivers down Joe's spine. His jaw clenched, and his hands tightened on the steering wheel, the leather creaking softly beneath his grasp. The truck slowed to a stop, the reverse gear disengaging with a soft click, as Joe's attention was drawn to Wendy's hand, her fingers now tracing the outline of his hardness through the denim.

Wendy's fingers lingered on the zipper of Joe's pants, her heart pounding in her chest as she slowly lowered it. The sound of the metal teeth parting seemed to echo in the small space of the truck, the tension between them building with every passing moment. Joe's breath hitched as she brushed her fingers against the waistband of his boxers, her movements slow and deliberate. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, the hardness beneath the fabric straining against her touch. With a gentle tug, she pulled his boxers down, freeing his hard on from its confines. Wendy couldn't help but admire the sight before her, the way the dashboard lights illuminated the curves and veins of his member. She looked up at him, her eyes full of desire, and bit her lower lip. Joe's breath hitched as she wrapped her fingers around him, slowly stroking him up and down. The truck's cab was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing, the scent of their arousal mingling with the smell of leather and gasoline.

As Wendy's fingers wrapped around Joe's cock, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at its size. It was 7 inches long, with a girth that rivaled the size of a beer can, the thick veins visible beneath the skin pulsing with every beat of his heart. The dashboard lights cast an intimate glow over the scene, illuminating the gentle curve of his shaft and the rounded head, which seemed to be straining towards her touch. Joe's breath caught in his throat as Wendy's fingers began to stroke him, her touch sending shivers down his spine. Wendy's fingers tightened around Joe's shaft as she began to stroke him, the feeling of his hardness in her hands sending waves of pleasure through her body. It was the first cock she had ever seen and touched, and she couldn't help but marvel at the sensation of it.

Wendy's hand hesitated for just a moment before she continued her gentle strokes, her fingers moving with a newfound determination. The warmth of his skin against her palm was intoxicating, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan as she began to stroke him with a rhythmic motion. Joe's eyes, still fixed on the road ahead, narrowed slightly, his jaw clenching in an effort to maintain control. The truck's engine hummed softly, a steady backdrop to the charged silence between them. Wendy's breath came in shallow gasps as she quickened her pace, her thumb brushing against the sensitive tip, eliciting a low, guttural groan from Joe. His hand, resting on the gearshift, tightened into a fist, his knuckles white with tension. The air inside the truck was thick with desire, the scent of arousal mingling with the faint tang of leather and gasoline. Wendy's heart pounded in her chest as she leaned closer, her lips brushing against Joe's ear, her voice barely audible as she whispered, "cum for me I want see you cum”

Wendy's fingers tightened around him, her strokes becoming more insistent as she felt his body tense beneath her touch. She reached down with her other hand, her fingers brushing against the base of his cock before she gently cupped his balls. They were warm and tight in her palm, and she could feel the pulse of his arousal as she tugged at them softly. Joe's breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths as he struggled to keep his focus on the road. The truck swayed slightly, but neither of them noticed, lost in the intensity of the moment. Wendy's moans grew louder, her voice a soft whimper as she whispered again, "I want to see you cum, Joe. Let go for me." Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and he could feel the pressure building at the base of his cock, his balls tightening in her hand. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, caught in the throes of their desire.

Joe started to cum as he pulled into her driveway Joe ‘s body tensed, the first spasms of climax rippling through him, he turned the truck into the driveway, the tires crunching softly against the gravel. Wendy's hand tightened around him. The world narrowed to the sensation of her touch and the pressure building at the base of his cock. With a low, guttural groan, he came, the warmth spilling over her fingers as she continued to stroke him gently, her eyes fixed on his face. The truck rolled to a stop just shy of the garage, the engine sputtering into silence. Joe's chest heaved, his breath ragged as he moans with pleasure. The driveway was dimly lit, the only sound the distant hum of crickets and their synchronized, uneven breathing. Wendy's eyes widened in surprise as she felt the first surge of warmth spill over her fingers, the amount more than she had anticipated. She gasped softly, her breath catching in her throat as the liquid continued to flow, coating her hand and trickling down the shaft of Joe's cock. Her strokes slowed, her fingers trembling slightly as she struggled to keep up with the relentless flow. The warmth seeped into her skin, a sticky reminder of their intimate moment. Joe's body relaxed, his muscles easing as the last spasms of pleasure faded, leaving him breathless and spent. The air inside the truck was heavy with the scent of sex, mingling with the faint tang of leather and gasoline. Wendy's heart still raced, her pulse pounding in her ears as she slowly withdrew her hand, her fingers glistening in the dim light. She glanced down, her cheeks flushing as she realized the extent of the mess, but a small, satisfied smile played on her lips. The driveway remained quiet, the only movement the faint rise and fall of their chests as they both struggled to catch their breath.

Wendy's curiosity got the better of her as she glanced down at her glistening fingers. Without a word, she brought her hand to her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste the sticky liquid. The salty flavor surprised her, but it wasn't unpleasant. She licked her fingers clean, her eyes never leaving Joe's face. Joe watched her, a mix of surprise and arousal in his eyes. "You didn't have to do that," he whispered, his voice still shaky from his climax. Wendy smiled softly, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I wanted to," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. The air in the truck was still thick with tension as they sat there, the only sound their uneven breathing.

Just then, the porch light flickered off and on, the familiar signal from her parents calling her inside. Wendy's heart skipped a beat as she froze, her hand still glistening in the dim light. Her eyes darted towards the house, the sudden interruption breaking the intimate spell that had enveloped them. Joe noticed her tension and followed her gaze, his expression softening as he realized what the flickering light meant. "You should go," he whispered, his voice tinged with ****. Wendy nodded silently, her cheeks flushing as she quickly wiped her hand on her jeans, the sticky texture lingering against her skin. The air in the truck seemed to cool as reality intruded, and with a quiet sigh, she reached for the door handle, the metal cold against her palm. As she stepped out into the night, the gravel crunched softly under her feet, a stark contrast to the heavy silence that had filled the truck moments before. Joe watched her go, his eyes reflecting a mix of understanding and unspoken thoughts, the faint sound of her footsteps fading as she hurried towards the house. The porch light flickered once more, and then stayed on, casting long shadows behind her as she disappeared from view.