A BMW & a Pair of Green Panties

When he came around a few minutes--or was it hours--later, he pulled away from Red and leaned against the beemer to catch his breath. The two of them were wrapped up in each other, lips locked somewhere behind a curtain of gloriously red hair. Watching them, he felt his cock twitch. He debated on whether or not to stuff his cock back into his pants and chance the zipper. Ultimately, he decided against it.

He jerked his thumb toward his truck, even though they weren't paying attention. "I'm, um, just going to, ah, go now, then."

She lifted her head and smiled at him. "Call me tonight, if you're free. I'd like to do it again, someplace a little more private. I'd like to see what you can do when you have room to. . . ." She shut her eyes and moaned a little, "express yourself."

He grinned. "You got it, Red."