It was all too obvious, too timely.

But I stopped. I haven’t taken a killer since I was in college. I always thought that a pretty girl standing on the side of the street with her thumb in the breeze had to have a boyfriend of 250 pounds in the bushes, ready to command my car to knife point.

I can see from a distance you’re cute, your long brown hair whistling on your face in the wind. As I drive closer, I can see your skinoffs faded, cut so little that your ass cheeks are pissing invitingly.

Wear a pale yellow t-shirt, the veteran of many washes, faded to the color of the tapioca. Your breasts, not cluttered by a bra, poke proud nipples erected to all who pass. Even at a distance I see the dark circles through the thin shirt.

You’re smiling.

I’m standing next to you and I’m going down the window.

“Where are you going? "

“It doesn’t matter. Can you take me? "

I swallow. “Of course, jump in.” It slips into the passenger seat and I am suddenly aware of your smell; the smell of sun and sweat on your buttery skin. I realize you’re closer to me than you really need. I swallow again.

“What’s your name? "

“Lisa.” You don’t ask mine. Outside the corner of my eye I can see your breasts jiggling slightly as we go. Take my look and smile slightly. I look far, embarrassed.

“You don’t usually answer people, do you?” It’s a statement, not a question. I look back, more directly this time, and I see that you’ve always turned slightly towards me, and you’ve etched almost imperceptibly closer. I feel my mouth is slightly dry. I can’t help but look at your breasts.

I’m starting to imagine… Things like that don’t happen! There’s always a catch. I feel a slight sweat on the upper lip. I’ll roll the window. We pass for a moment in silence.

Cross your legs and move slightly closer. The left hand is in the seat next to the thigh. With another side look I can see that the top button on your cutoff is canceled. Was that before? I realize you look at me. See what I’m thinking?

If I die, I’m sure my erection will explode through my pants. So I sit very still and drive carefully and slowly. Suddenly I realize I’m just going 20 miles an hour. It seems that we are barely moving; the fields to each side of us crawl.

There is a wide point ahead, next to a wide stretch of tall grass.

“Can we stop a bit?” you ask.

“If you like it,” I answer, of course you can hear my heart beat.

We stop and you are out of the car, jumping through the high grass of the field laughing and turning around, your sparkling eyes. I follow you with caution. Come back to me, breathless, your scent of sun is almost overwhelming me. Looking at you in the grass I’m almost overwhelmed by desire and I can think of anything except you.

You’re very close to me, looking at me. The smile impish almost disappears while you’re very close to me, looking for my face. I caressed my cheek with my palm and I gently bend to kiss your lips soft and full. Suddenly your arms are around me, your wide open mouth, the tongue protruding. Your body presses insistently against me, your hands move up and down your back, caressing the ass and shoulders of my thighs. I’m sure my body will explode.

Suddenly you stop. Get away from me. Your cheeks are slightly reddened, and you’re breathing heavily through separate lips. Your solid breasts strive against the t-shirt, straight nipples that challenge me. Cross your arms and slowly reach the bottom of your shirt and pull over your head.

Your breasts, now free in the warm sun, invite me. I feel my breath, half sob, really, while I look at you there. You come back to me and take my head in both hands, drawing my mouth first to one breast, then the other. Avid to run the tongue over the nipples, feeling them hardened to the touch. Get your head stronger, like you want me to divorce you. I’m aware of the salty-sweet taste of sweat. Your breasts fill my mouth.

Suddenly, in panting, you push me away. Your cloudy eyes with desire and desire, your hands move to the top of your cutoffs. Slowly you lower the zipper, and fall your shorts to the ground. Keep your eyes on mine, get out of them, and stand in front of me, naked. The legs slightly separated, move the right hand over the dark pube and caress the tumulus. You approach me once again and put your hands on my shoulders, pressing on my knees in the tall grass.

Your dark tumulus, very close now, fills my vision and smell of you, warm and dark and moss, clouds my senses.

You pull your head towards you and I’m immersed in your body. You stretched my legs to tie my head, to force my pussy in my face. I die the tongue above the clitoris, feeling it protrude and harden. Address my language and manage it around the base of your clitoris, pressing hard, and feel your body vibrate in response. Coming down, I’ll put your tongue down, now dripping with your juices. You’re breathing in sobs now, still forcing my mouth against you, constantly moving your hips to bring my mouth into closer contact with your body.

Your juices now cover my face; the taste of you is overwhelmed. Your legs spread more and more, so I put the first two, then three, then four fingers deep into your wet pussy. It moans in response, a deep animal sound in the throat.

Take my face in your hands and your lips are everywhere on my face licking your love juices from me, kissing me deeply and demandingly. I wonder how long you can continue.

Then your hands are grabbing my shirt, pulling it out of my pants; you accept the buttons then, impatient, tear off the open shirt, sending flying buttons. Undress my belt and detox the top button of my pants, roughly separating the zipper. My dick jumps out, already wet. Push your pants and shorts on your knees and kneel in front of me. Your face and your breasts are reddened with your desire, your smoky eyes.

Put your hand on my bare chest and squeeze me to the ground. Take off my shoes and pants. I sit on my back in the long grass, my dick wiping obliquely towards the sky. I’m naked, too, except my ruined shirt.

Your urgency seems to have been subjected now, while you’re next to me, you jumped on a elbow. Put the flat palm on my chest and I see the hand jumping slightly with my heartbeat. Slowly move your hand to caresss your cheek once, then down my chest, to my belly, then down my erect cock. Playing, hitting your pubic hair, then hitting the inside of my thighs. My fucking logs and trumpets. My heart is beating, but I lie on my back passively, waiting to see what you will do.

I want to take you approximately and get into you, possess you completely. But I lie there docilely in the grass, waiting to see what you will do. I wonder if you have any strength left.

Put your fingers on the eyelids, close them and kiss me softly on my lips. You move to my chest, kissing, licking and cutting away. Lick and cut the nipples, first one, then the other. My dick stirs impatiently.

I feel your tongue in my navel, then your hand on my right dick. You grab my tree with surprising firmness. Gently cover my testicles in your two hands, as if testing the weight. You hit them and release them. Lift the right leg first, then the left, separating them and kneeling with each other.

With my eyes still closed, I can feel your calm breathing, then feel your breath warm on my dick, and then feel your mouth warm and wet slip over your head. You don’t move for a moment, but I feel the least caress about your tongue against my member’s tip. I wonder how long I can endure this teaser without coming.

Slowly you bring me more than I in your hot mouth until I’m completely surrounded by you. I can feel the delicate flick of your tongue while pulling back, and the shaving light of your teeth against the tree. Slowly and deliberately it continues, first taking only the head of my cock in the mouth, sometimes sucking, sometimes teasing with the tip of the tongue, then slowly slipping the whole length of the tree in the mouth and down the throat, the tongue occupied all the time.

Now I’m tight, almost ready to come, when you stop. One drop of fluid emerges at my dick tip and freezes there. You smile and break it with your tongue. My world is lazy with pleasure.

Raise your knees and tear my chest. As I look up, your breasts fill my vision. I’m aware of your wet pussy on my naked breast. I’ll reach you and take your breasts, one in every hand. Gently pinch and roll your nipples, feeling them respond. You squirt while you pinch me on my chest and I feel the slippery of your pussy.

I’ll hold your ass cheeks with your hands and I’ll pull you towards my mouth until your hot and dripping pussy is a few inches away from my mouth. I’ll take your body to me until my mouth sucks greedy to your clitoris.

Suddenly, pull away. I’m trying to get you back to me, but you turned around, showing your ass sweet and steady to me. I stroke your buttocks, and while I spread my legs to suck your clitoris once again, I feel your mouth warm on my cock. There is an urgency that has not been present before, as if our time together has almost expired. Your mouth is occupied by my dick, sucking, licking, nipping. I suck and lick your clitoris, putting three and four fingers deep into your hot pussy. I’ll take your ass off, then I’ll put a finger on it.

I heard you’re in response.

You withdraw from me once again, and you turn, lowering yourself on my dick, burying it at the base. The knees are drawn near the shoulders and the eyes roll back, showing the whites. You move back and forth, stack on my dick that drools me. I grab your breasts, now slippery with sweat, then I shoot your ass cheeks with both hands. As I keep pushing, I collect some juice from your big pussy and spread it on the middle finger of my right hand. I’ll put that slippery finger in your ass.

You’re waving and screaming now, gypsy and bucking wildly, stacked on my throbbing member, as you approach orgasm. I’m surprised I’ve been able to last so long, but I also feel the inevitability of my climax.

Locked together, we writhe on the matte grass, slick with sweat and with scent juice from your vagina. We are breathing like an hour, gasping for breath; you start giving out short screams, getting up in the field as your body reaches orgasm. All the feeling in my body seems to be focused on my dick, thawing with a life of its own.

Then, with an explosion we can almost hear, we come.

I feel the hot spurt sperm from my dick, filling the cave of your vagina. The mixture of our juices pours on the belly, mixing with our sweat and making us slippery.

Pull away and push the body around, presenting your pussy to me. I feel your lips on my dick again, and I put my face in your pussy, licking mixed juices. I feel your mouth and your tongue on my cock, sucking it clean. Soon we find ourselves side by side on our shoulders, head on foot, exhausted. Your hand plays idly with my cock now limping, my fingers revel in your pussy’s juices. Our breath returns to normal.

Unfortunately reality seems to come back.

“How do I reach you?” I ask, I feel a sense of imminent loss.

“I call you,” he replied, without success trying your previous pixie smile. Sit down and join your shirt and your cuts. We dress together, quietly. The sun is lower in the sky, and there is already the light of a cold in the air. I’ll take your hand while we get back in the car, but your hand is lean and fresh in mine. I open the door and you come in.

I arrive, start the engine and drive slowly, wanting the day not to end, somehow knowing that I will never be the same. He sits silently against the passenger door, staring at the windscreen.

“You never told me where you wanted to go,” I offer, my voice that sounds empty in my ears.

“No matter,” he says. “I’ll tell you where to let me go. "

We’re heading into town and you’re handling the bus deposit.

“This will be fine.” I’m starting to protest, but you put your fingers on my lips, giving me the smile I saw for the first time in you, long ago. “We’ll see you again. I promise. "

And you left. I curse not to have your last name, your phone number, your address. I don’t know anything about you, just the secret places of your body where I was able to offer you pleasure. Sometimes I go back to that field where we made love and imagine you’re here with me.

I can still see where the grass has been damped by our bodies, even if it’s beginning to reborn.

I feel your laughs as you jump off the long grass.

I feel your buds and weeps, while your pleasure reaches its peak.

Who are you, Lisa? Is there only in my memory, not having life out of my imagination? Or are you real? You taught me the secret places of your body, where in giving you pleasure I receive ten times, one hundred times. You taught me real intimacy, not just performance, and I didn’t have the chance to thank you.

Standing on the edge of the field, feeling the pale sun on my back, I feel I’m not alone. Slowly I turn around and you stand by me. I feel my breath, it’s like you never left. Wear the same thin yellow shirt and cutoffs, and the same smile.

I can’t think of anything to say.

“All right,” she says. “You don’t have to say anything. I’ll stay here for a while this time. "

Bring both hands into yours, looking deeply into your face. Then the smile came back and took me to the car.

As we drive together, I look at you sitting there, your legs crossed, your ass cheeks peeking out from under your cutoffs. You take me while I look at you and retreat.

Slide next to me and pull my free arm around your back. My fingers brush your breasts and bite you with approval.

“Yes,” you say happily, “I’m definitely out for a while.”