* Wild red hair. She was an impetuous, impulsive free spirit, a high strung thoroughbred. Buttoned down and bottled up, he was big on planning ahead. ...hey stared at each other across the table, her hands resting on the red and white checkered table cloth. A candle flickered in a dark green bottle with wicker around the base. She was exhausted from the constant jousting. The chips were down, the hand dealt. She closed her eyes and folded. Music My fingers were blistered. I was drenched in sweat. It'd stopped raining by now and theevening was warm, dark and damp, just right for an out-of-doors fuck orsuck!As I got out, I decided to take the bull by the horns and be a little morebrazen.I slowly walked up to the first car and casually looked inside. Sittingthere was a guy in the semi-darkness, his hand over his obviously openfly. He took a glancing look at me as I turned round and made my way backdown the line, passing my own car and moving onto the one parked behindme. This guy was more. My first climax came when he pulled back and grazed his teeth over the hardened nub. He kept nibbling on it as I shook and moaned, only pulling away once my climax ended."I know you like making comparisons to my other girlfriends, so let me tell you that you have the most amazing nipples I have ever seen. They are bigger and more sensitive than any girl I have ever been with." I couldn't help but glow at his compliment.I guess the spirits had to give me something to make up for short-changing. Ass perched on the oak counter top with legs crossed and hanging down in front of her, the short skirt she wore was clinging in all the right places, exposing the smooth creamy color of her legs. And that shade of blue on her breasts was... fuuuuck. That blouse was made of sin.As she went to turn a page, she brought a finger to her mouth to lick it, her pink tongue flicking against the tip quickly before she reached back to turn it.That was a terrible habit, I knew—to lick your fingers before.