Aspiring actress learns new way to play an old game.
It's hot and I notice that neither is wearing a shirt. Ah, if only I could get away with doing the same thing! There's empty cola cans, chip bags, and t-shirts with school logos casually tossed in back. Students on summer break.
I accept the offer and the passenger hops out to let me climb in. He's nice and tall, well-built black guy with the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. I'm offered a cold drink and readily accept. I feel as if I'll die of thirst, this is just what I needed. We introduce ourselves, the drivers' name is Doug and his friend is Evan. We offer brief explanations as to what we're doing out on this lonely stretch of back highway. They tell me that they're heading for Mexico, for a couple months, ready to party, do odd jobs and soak up the local-color before returning to school at the end of summer.
Conversation slowly ebbs and I crawl into the back to stretch out. The heat from the day lingers past sunset, but the air from the windows does help cool my skin a bit. I'm still awfully sweaty and would love to tear this soaked t-shirt off my body. I sleep a little, the hum of the engine lulls me. I feel the few beads of sweat trickle down my side to my back. I can't get comfortable...it's too hot...so, I throw out my pride and take off my t-shirt...leaving me in my skimpy lace bra. I feel better already with the air flowing across my stomach and chest.
I hear a rustling and see Evan climbing into the back. He's yawning and appears as if he'll drop off as soon as he lays down. He stretches out beside me, crumpling a t-shirt to use as a pillow. He turns to me and asks if I mind if he stretch out. I tell him that I didn't mind at all, after all, I was the guest in this van. We lay side-by-side in silence, the humidity swirling in the wind around us. Taking out my water bottle, I wet a cotton scarf and wipe it across my neck...the water drips down my chest and into my bra. I wet the scarf again and let the water run down my arms in an effort to cool myself further.
I remove my old tennis shoes and pull off my jeans. It's just too hot to worry about being proper. Laying back, I stretch out and relax, closing my eyes and letting the heat just rise from my body. I must have dozed a little the next thing I feel is the damp scarf being wiped across my stomach. Evan's sitting up, wets the scarf again and strokes my legs with the cool rag. He soaks the scarf with the last of the water and squeezes it out over my midriff and down to my crotch. My cotton thong is now drenched and clinging wetly to me. Evan sits me up, reaches around behind me and unfastens my bra, slipping if off my shoulders and tossing it aside. The damp cloth still in his hand is passed across my exposed breasts. God, that feels so good. So cool and hot at the same time.
Evan sits in front of me and I get on my knees, kneeling ... he brings his face to my breast and tastes my nipples, slow and sweet, his beautiful lips teasing my nipples to erection. Tongue making tiny circles around each one, using his hand to cup and tickle the other breast. My own hands reach his chest and caress his nipples, they rise instantly. Raising his head our lips meet in an urgent seeking kiss, mouths open and tongues tasting each other. Lips crushed together, his hot breath on my cheek. I wrap my arms around him and straddle his lap, grinding my mound against his hard cock, we continue to kiss passionately. His hands guide my hips, pulling my thong down, I lean back, sitting and he pulls it off over my feet. He rises to his knees and undoes his jeans and slips them off as well. Pushing me back, he takes my ass in each hand and lifts my pussy to his face.
First his lips nip and pinch my clit, then his tongues teases, barely touching.