When I came home I poured myself a glass of Sauvignon Blanc and retrieved my Letters to Penthouse book. I read and sipped my wine and soon let my h...nd drift down and touch myself lightly. The sky was clear and the moon was full and I could see the light on in the cabin where Kyle was. I continued to read and found my mind wandering back to that body in the swimming trunks and the pressure of his body against mine. I went back to the refrigerator for another glass of. I watch as the champagne rolls down your leg, across your foot, over each of your toes and into my mouth. Taking each of your toes into my mouth one by one and making certain that I get every last drop from them. Easing my tongue along the arch of your foot, moving up the back of your calf, dragging it up higher and higher. Peppering the insides of your thighs with hot, wet kisses. Moving closer and closer. So close now that I can smell the musky scent of your sex rising, the heady aroma making. It feels so hot. So helpless. I was his little black toy to be used how he wanted.I felt my self meeting his rhythm. The deeper he went the hungrier I sucked. "Slow down big guy, I still wanna fuck that sweet ass." Then he slides a second finger in my hungry ass "AHHHHHH" I yell! "Yeah get nice and loose for daddy" I have to take his cock out of my mouth to breath. He starts moving in and out with a good rhythm. Suddenly I feel him take his fingers out and WHACK! He gives my ass a hard smack. And dark on the interstate that stretches across the prairie, so I was wearing a black mini-skirt, fish-net garter stockings and my four inch stilettos as I drove through the night. Beneath my soft cashmere sweater, I was wearing a black silk chemise and I kept the cabin of the car cool so that my nipples were erect through the silk fabric.I usually don’t dress and drive, but it was a special occasion. I was about to lose my virginity as a gurl.I had met Dean and Sandy online, when they had.