I sit on your lap in my skirt, my lace panties jerked slightly to the side. You tug up my bra and press your face between my breasts. The soft, dark m...unds warm your cheeks and when I shift ontop of your cock, I hear you grunt. Winter’s cold, but your little girl is on fire. “Slut,” you whisper when I arch my back, pulling my breasts away from your mouth. You latched on when I wasn’t paying attention, when I was too busy grinding my hard clit along the hard length of your cock. Your warm. You walked up to the highway, looking right then left. "I have no idea what is north but I do remember the lights of a farmhouse a few miles south. I'll have to try and make it there. Can't stay here. Too cold," you told yourself. It seemed as though you were walking for hours. You shook. The sleet froze the wet hair to your cheeks. Your toes throbbed with pain at each agonizing step. Your light jacket was soaked. The pockets did little to ease the numbness of your fingers. The cold even hurt. It was a nice night and with football being on the TV decided to take a walk down the local pub to watch it and have a quiet drink so wanders down not too busy but none of the local bunch in so orders a drink and settles down on a bar stool to watch the game.Another guy comes in alone orders a drink and stands at the bar next to me soon both of use being your normal guy's start shouting every now and again at some of the referee's decision which leads us into chatting to each other about the. When the doorbell rang, Eddie handed me some money and and told me that was probably the pizza guy. As I went to stand up with my drink in one hand and the money in the other, Eddie grabbed the strings on my top and pulled it off. I tried to cover up, but only managed to spill my ice cold drink all over my tits. Several of the guys mock offered to wipe me off, But Eddie stood up took the now empty glass from my hand and told me to go answer the door. The pizza guy just froze looking at my now.