Part 5

“Fancy a taste?”

She enquired, opening her thighs just that little bit wider. The pink flower that bloomed there glistened in the now sheeting drizzle. A perfect little clamshell wrapped under a soft coat of fur. The girl watched my slack jawed admiration with distinct satisfaction, as if she'd been preparing this dish for a while. I was drawn in like a moth to flame, dazzled for a moment by my own headlights. The rain was beginning to soak through my jacket by now, but I could barely feel a thing. All there was was this radiant creature, haloed by an aura of electric light. Sat upon a throne of dirty metal stained with diesel and dead bugs, but yet so pristine and perfect all the same.

I lifted her up and settled her on the hood proper, still slightly warm despite the sluicing water. My weathered hands digging into the soft meat of her rear and staying there. I dared not hesitate, not after thinking this ship had been scuppered only to find it was still sailing yet. I buried my face in that crevice, suddenly ashamed not to have shaved. If the stubble prickling her inner thighs bothered her though, she kept it quite to herself. The girl laced her legs round behind my head, pulling me in and locking the trap. For the moment at least, I was her prisoner… punishment for my earlier transgressions. It made little difference to my mind, I was no prissed up fool too full of pride to serve a lady when she required it. If this southern princess wished to keep her thighs clamped around my ears until I drowned in it, then I would still die happier than I'd been in a long, long while.

She tasted sweet with just a trace of sour, the subtle taste of rainwater tangled in with her pubes. I lapped at that bud like a dog in the desert, so long had it been since I'd had such a meal. Her young juices began to flow readily, reminding me of lost loves of my own past. Teenage flings fooled around with at the drive in, when each week some new filly might take a liking to you and drag you off behind a barn or a hedgerow. Back then being a big fella with a reputation for knowing which end was which was very much all you needed… but time gives and takes all blessings. It was truly wonderful, to feel soft hands caressing my scalp once more. To feel those fingers clench and tug, as the results of my efforts began to play out up and down her spine. It was good to hear a young lady's breath catching, and feel her body begin to shudder and spasm. As the shifting walls of rain closed in upon us again, they began to ring with dampened echoes of my companion's moans.

She let this play out for a little while longer, grinding her hips forward against my face. Before suddenly pulling my hair back, and releasing her legs.

“Get it in me! Now!”

She ordered, a kind of manic energy playing across her bedraggled features and dampened hair. She didn’t wait for an answer before sliding off the hood herself and grasping at the fastenings of my belt. I had little time to even think about contraception… before she was lining my raw self up with her clearly ready-and-willing entrance. Shrugging with the sense of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and the surety that she must have some kind of plan in place; I plunged ahead where it was asked of me.

To be inside her at last was a warm and gripping embrace, so far from the wet and windy surrounds. Apparently my tongue had done its job well, as her passage was practically overflowing in welcome. She dragged me back over to the wheel arch once more, giving grounds for our union as those pale, slender legs wrapped around me once more. The girl pulled me down into a kiss: all tangled tongues and bitten lips, till she pushed me back to get some real leverage going. I knew a soul that wanted to be railed fast, rough and hard when I saw one… and by now was in little mood but to oblige. The sodden, horny state of us demanded action over words: To fuck the damp and the dark and our questions of who the other even was, far away. We were just two animals, rutting in the night. That was all that mattered.

As I plunged in ever deeper, to the clamp and sopping clasp of her… Sudden headlights emerged from the blackness ahead. There was no stopping now, we were flinging ourselves together like our lives depended on it. With every thrust I put forward the girl's hips would only answer, her legs squeezing tightly to **** me yet further. The lights came, and surely saw us… for they slowed down to a crawl as they passed. I briefly had a vision of several shocked faces, youths on their way back from one adventure or another. She didn’t seem to care at all: to be caught screwing some old trucker, near naked in a midnight downpour. My wonder only grew.

We ploughed on even harder, with me pushing my old bones to their absolute limits. Slamming myself into this angel of the night with everything I could; everything she desired and deserved. The water from the rain met the sweat from my brow as both were cast away by the bucking of our bodies. I felt her innards clench as a climax approached, and knew my own was in equal runnings. The girl arched her back and pushed off from the truck, veritably levitating as she slammed her hips down onto me. All I could do was hold on and keep pumping as my own pleasures reached their peak. With a groan like far off thunder, I felt the dam's break. I poured spurt after spurt of man cream, right into the depths of her… then felt my knees buckle, collapsing us both into the dirt.

There I lay, with her astride me… my wilting rod still rooted inside as she rode out the aftershocks of another orgasm. Soaked through and now muddy to boot, I felt the adrenaline of the moment fade away. Yet there she still shone, above me: bathed in the glare of my truck. She looked down on me and laughed… a loud, clear peal like sunlight. Laughed and laughed until I joined in and midnight felt like noon. What a ridiculous sight we must have been… but I knew even then: no other memory would ever replace it.