Some fun before getting back on the road

The man, who had still not said his name, smiled as he ran his eyes over Charlotte's shapely body. He leered at her large breasts, and lingered at her barely concealed vulva. Her captor seemed to be considering what to do for a long moment before stepping back to the edge of the van.

Charlotte inhaled sharply as the man reached out and pulled her bound wrists from the hook in the ceiling of the van. Still holding her arm tightly in his fist, the man leaned in close to Charlotte's face. His face was wide with a strong chin, but it was clean shaven, even so late at night. His breath smelled fresh as if he had specially prepared himself for going out. His dark green eyes peered into hers as he stated in a dangerous tone, "Don't think about running. It will be much worse for you if you do."

Before she could react, Charlotte's captor pulled her out of the van and placed her bare feet on the rough gravel road. He spun the small woman around and easily pushed her to bend over the bumper into the back of the van. She supported her torso on her forearms, her heavy breasts nearly brushing against the vehicle. She knew that her position placed her bald and dripping groin on full display for the man behind her. Did he appreciate the time she had taken to have herself waxed? If he did, he gave no indication of it.

Then she felt it. There was an inquisitive prod at her genitals. It was almost gentle at first, but soon grew less restrained. Charlotte could feel her copious oils sliding down her thighs. She wanted what was coming, and she could not deny it.

Something long and thin slid past the folds of her labia. She felt it wriggle around inside her for a moment, and then it withdrew. A slurping sound came from behind her followed by a satisfied moan. "My my," the nameless man behind her exclaimed. "You really do taste delicious. So musky, yet so sweet. I really hit the jackpot."

Charlotte blushed at the compliment. She knew, however, that he was right. Numerous evenings of jilling herself had including with the woman sucking on her coated fingers. The scent and taste of her lubricant was always a huge turn on for her. Having this stranger taste and then comment on it was embarrassing. It also made her involuntarily produce another large glob of the fluid.

A moment later the man took both of his hands from Charlotte's body. She heard a rustling noise from behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, her captor seemed to be unfastening his belt. Charlotte's breath caught in her throat. He was going to do it. He was really going to **** her. A moment more and his cock would be buried in her aching pussy. She was scared. This was what she had come out seeking, wasn't it? Was it really what she wanted?

She could run. The man was not holding her. In a moment his pants would be around his ankles. She could head off into the woods at the side of the road. She could get away. But she would give up on the awful craving that she yearned for do much.