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In the restaurant, they were seated at an open window overlooking a citrus orchard below. The mixed songs of birds filled the air, and the sweet smelling orange blossoms were attracting a bevy of buzzing insects. Their palates by now were becoming accustomed once again to spicy dishes, and they both ordered plates of fiery enchiladas.
As they savored their food, Lacee confided to Philip, "eating hot peppers always seems to have an effect on my pussy. I call it my pepper blush," she said, "and both my sets of lips salivate when I eat them."
This intelligence had the expected effect upon Philip, and he felt his shaft straining to escape the confines of his shorts. He knew that Lacee was still without panties, her bare bottom cooling on the plastic chair seat, and he fantasized about the piquant liquid pooling under her. They ate a leisurely lunch, with Lacee occasionally grinning impishly at Philip as she pointedly squirmed in her chair. When they arose to leave, Philip was sure that he could smell a pungent, musky aroma, and inhaling deeply, he followed Lacee back to the truck.
They were now traveling along the Gulf Coast, sea breezes cooling them and ruffling the fronds of legions of coconut palms that lined the beach. Lacee turned to face Philip, drawing her legs up under her and leaning over to nibble on his ear. In his state of mind, it didn't take long before his throbbing organ was peeking out from under his shorts, a phenomenon that Lacee was quick to notice.
She reached over with her wetted index finger, lightly swirling it about the tip of his penis, saying "I think he's hot in there and looking for fresh air."
His taut organ soon responded with droplets of slippery juice. Lacee tugged upward at his shorts, exposing at least half of his ten inches, which she proceeded to massage with her dexterous hand. Fortunately, traffic was lighter now and Philip was able to enjoy Lacee's ministrations, which soon involved both of her skilled hands.
After about five minutes, he could stand it no longer, and breathlessly he begged, "please stop before I waste this load on the truck floor. I know we can find a much more appropriate place for it tonight."
Giving it one last loving stroke, she reluctantly agreed, saying, "I just hope I can wait that long."
- COMMENTS
Rasa_Stormalmost 11 years agoI love the depth of this story and the intelligence of both characters!
Sensual and deep
