Radical

The silence in the cab of the ford bronco was palpable. Every now and again she caught herself peaking over to the drivers seat. She wanted so badly for it to be her lips running along those sharp perfect angles, but instead was her eyes that traced his jawline. She made note of the hints of silver streaking through the reddish brown. She liked the way he kept his beard. Short and clean. It looked good on him. Everything looked good on him.

His flannel jacket hugged his body, the contours of every muscle visible even in the dark. She watched his chest rise and fall with every breath as her eyes danced across his body. Moving down his arms to his hands, effortlessly draped over the steering wheel. She often fantasized about those arms. Wrapping around her and pulling her close. Thoughts of his hands gliding across her tight young body, caressing her gingerly. She couldn't help herself, she was thinking about it now. Holding her breath as the vision played out so vividly in her mind. Goosebumps forming over he skin; she could almost feel his touch.

"What is it?" the low rumble of his voice breaking the silence. Snapping her out of her day dream, she met his eye but stayed silent. She watched his eyes move ever so slightly to her chest, her cleavage hardly hidden by her tight light blue tank top, before returning to the road ahead

"You're staring." he chuckled. His voice like whiskey. Smooth and burning deep inside her. She loved the way his words rolled off his tongue and settled into her.

"oh, uh.." she stumbled. she was almost positive he wouldn't see her, "Nothing!" trying to laugh it off. "Just... zoned out, I guess."

Silence again.

"Thanks for taking me home, by the way" her words were rushed; shaky. She had often thought about what she'd do if she ever had a moment alone with him. Pictured frequently the things he would do to her; the things she would beg him to do. But she never had the faintest clue how to make it happen. Yet here she was; here he was. He made her nervous. She tried to hide it, but it seemed she was failing. And judging by his smirk, she guessed he found it amusing.

The silence fell heavy again as they drove on. There was only 20 short minutes left in the drive between here and her home and she couldn't help but feel she was wasting ever precious second. She looked around the cab, tapping her fingers on the tight denim that hugged her thighs. Trying to come up with any sort of plan.

"why?" he asked, after a few seconds.

"why what?" she asked sheepishly.

"why did you want to ride with me?" his question direct. He knew what she wanted. He could have acted on it at any moment. But he wanted to hear it come out of her mouth.

She didn't hesitate, "I just wanted to make sure you didn't get lost" she replied matter of factly. she wasn't a very good liar and she sensed he knew that, but still she tried to speak with confidence.

" Oh come on!" He laughed. Her insides quivered, a pulsing heart beat just below her belt she tried, but, failed, to ignore. "I've been to your place a hundred times, you really think I don't know the way?" he jabbed.

She held her breath, staring at him, doe eyed. Caught in the headlights and no where to run.

"What's the real reason? Huh? Why'd you insist?" He persisted. He could see right through her. He knew why. And he wanted to hear her say it.

She sat silent for a moment, trying to come up with a good excuse. Or even something witty for that matter, but drew a blank. Reluctantly, mustering up all of her courage she finally blurted out, " Maybe I just wanted to be alone with you?"

"Oh, Nikki, Nikki, Nikki...." her name flowing from his lips making her melt into a hot needy mess. Her pussy throbbing at the thought of how sweet it would sound if he were to shout it out buried deep inside of her. "What do you want with an old man, like me?" he paused. "Besides, ain't you got a boyfriend" he toyed with her in a playful tone.

She was no stranger to the fact that he was more than double her age. A friend of her fathers, none-the-less. But she didn't care in the slightest. The man was sculpted out of the finest marble. Nearly 6'4 and easily 240 pounds of solid muscle. No amount of clothes could hide their definition across his body, and quite frankly she'd rather see him wearing nothing at all. Wanting so desperately to feel his bare skin pushed up against hers. How easily those arms could lift her, pinning her against a wall and devouring her every inch like a ravenous animal. It would be nothing at all for him to toss her around like a ragdoll and use her body however he saw fit. And not one part of her would object to being his plaything.

"Are you kidding!" She shouted, "Have you not seen yourself?!" her mind getting lost in the thought of him on top of her. The words spilling out in a flood. She couldn't help herself; her filter gone as she told him how she fantasized about him. And how she would play with herself late at night, hugging her pillow tight, wishing it was him rubbing her clit, wishing it was his fingers sliding into her. Bringing her over the top and making her cum like no one had ever done before.

That was all he needed to hear.

The more she talked the faster her heart raced. A heat raging between her legs ; her pussy pulsing and throbbing begging for him. "And who gives a shit about my 'boyfriend'?" She added, "He can't seem to keep it up anyways! And look at me! Is it my faut? I don't think...."

But before she could finish her sentence he reached across and grabbed her hand. Dragging it across his lap and squeezing it around his stiff cock. She hadn't noticed him unzip his jeans or pull himself out while she rambled on about her wild fantasies of him or her boyfriend troubles. Her breath caught in her throat, she lost her entire train of thought as she stared wide eyed at his massive cock. Not for a moment had she ever imagined him to be so well endowed. Her small hands barely wrapping around his shaft. She thought of him shoving it into her slow and deep, filling up her tight little pussy, stretching her out like she have never thought possible. How intensely she would cry out from the delicious pain. Slowly he guided her hand up to the tip, pausing as she ran her thumb in circles across the fleshy soft pink skin, and then sliding her hand all the way down his shaft. She made note of the veins that dance along the entire length of him.

She looked up to meet his eyes, still unable to find words, "I don't have any problem getting it up, darlin" he whispered. He placed two fingers under he chin, pulling her face to his and placed a single tender kiss on her lips before returning his hand to hers still gripping on to his throbbing rock hard cock. Slowly sliding her soft hand up to the tip and back down to his base. Squeezing gently with every up stroke. And even more at the head of his cock.

It didn't take her long to get the rhythm right. And with each stroke she became more confident. Twisting her hand and squeezing gently as she slid her hand up and down him over and over. She could hear his breath growing heavy and fast and with each soft deep moan her pace quickened just a little more.

Every now and again she'd hear him say "Fuck", "that's it", and "Just like that, darlin" It seemed to her that he had been wanting this, just as much as she did.

After several minutes she could feel him stiffen even harder. His veins throbbing against her fingertips, and the thought that she was going to make him cum in her hands excited her immensely. He let go of her hand and draped his arm over her shoulders letting his fingers gently grip the base of her neck

"That's it, Nikki," he **** out through labored breaths "You see what your doing to me?"

She closed her eyes. So badly she wanted to tell him to pull off somewhere. As she stroked and squeezed him faster and faster she envisioned pulling her jeans off and climbing on top of him in the drivers seat. Her finger tips gently guiding his cock between her legs. Sliding his head between her lips, already so wet he could slide right in. His hands grabbing her hips and pushing her down over him, stretching out her tight sweet pussy. She could practically feel his cock rubbing across her clit and pushing inside of and she let out a soft moan. He liked to hear her whimper. Her moans pushing him over the edge.

She moaned louder for him. Her breath fast and hard as he let out a deep throaty growl. She could feel the hot sticky liquid begin to cascade down the back of her hand. Pumping faster as she squeezed just a bit tighter at the head of cock. She wanted to make sure she had gotten ever last drop of his cum before loosening her grip and using his own cum to slowly stroke him as he came down from that high.

As they neared her road, he quickly put himself away. Reaching into the back seat he pulled out a cloth for her to wipe her hands clean with before pulling into her drive.

Watching her wiping his cum from her hands, he leaned across the center of the truck and place a gently kiss on her now blushing cheek and whispered, "Next time, that's going inside of you."