Summer, Autumn, Adelaide Ch. 02

"How jealous would that guard be right now?" I asked with bated breath.

"Many a man has want'd a piece'o this, but few have gott'n that chance. Guys'd get erect durin' yoga when I did downw'd facin' dawg. At Auburn, I was rank'd the hottest gal by all the fuh-bawl stars. And I'm sure ya realize how many salacious comments I get on my socials."

Adelaide was revving me up. She truly was a seduction artist. But instead of paint, she used desire as her medium. She would play with your expectations one moment then make you realize a higher peak of pleasure than you thought was possible the next. I would never meet someone as skilled as her in my lifetime, but that was also what made this moment special. In the coming twilight of her sexual appeal, I was helping her get her last hurrah.

"And yet, yer the one whose hard dick I'm sittin' on."

I could feel my penis was at full mast. I was lodged deep in her vagina by this point, and all I could do was feel up her tight body. Images of all her teasing throughout the night flooded my mind as I grew harder. From her grinding against me while following the rhythm of the music, to her butt in my face when she reached for her purse, to the hand job she gave me just moments ago, it was all colliding to make for one hell of a conclusion to the night.

Adelaide rode me so hard that I felt the car rock back and forth with each bounce. We were sweaty, and the temperature was rising. It started to feel humid, like the tropics, as our bodies bumped and grooved together. I could even feel her pussy getting wetter. It was a faint feeling due to the condom, but one that told me just how aroused this rendezvous was making her.

"I may be an ass man, but I would love to see you topless."

She crossed her arms together and pulled her top over her head. Her matching red lace Victoria's Secret bra shimmered in the moonlight as she threw her shirt in the back with the rest of our clothing. My hands started to glide along her golden skin, up her toned abs, before stopping just shy of her bra. Adelaide reached around back and undid her bra, letting it fall directly over my face as she continued to ride me. I tossed the bra off my face behind me to reveal an otherworldly sight. Adelaide Walker's grade-A tits were just above me now. As my hands began to feel them up, I was certain they were at least DD cups.

"That better, honey?"

All I could do was nod as I was overwhelmed by the sights and sensations of this moment. Before I knew it, Adelaide was moaning louder than the radio. "I'm cummin', I'm cummin'!"

Her bouncing slowed down until it stopped altogether. She then let out a huge sigh of relief. She really did climax before me. Adelaide rolled off me and slithered down to the floor in front of me. She ripped the condom from my cock and yanked my dick like no tomorrow. Before long, I was spurting all over her face without warning. She shut her eyes before anything got in them, but after a fountain of jizz came out, I finally had my relief too.

The Southern Belle's face is covered in my fluid. I am taken aback by the fact she did not just let me unload on her face but did it without asking if I wanted to. Adelaide grabbed some napkins from the central console before plopping down in the driver's seat. She wiped her face off with plenty of wipes.

"Thank you," I panted.

"No, thank you, darlin'. Ya scratched an itch fer me." She was equally breathless.

After getting redressed and pulling out of the garage, we were on our merry way. Words seemed meaningless after the pure carnal connection we shared, and there was an understanding that silence was preferred as we coasted through the neon streets. The raw intimacy we shared had left us both in speechless bliss, lost in our own thoughts. It was as if we were both trying to process what had just happened, struggling to come to terms with the fact that we had just crossed a boundary that we could never return from.

Adelaide suddenly pulled into a gas station, breaking the silence with the sound of the car engine as she stopped at the pump. I watched as she stepped out of the car, her body still glowing from the after-effects of our tryst. I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the sheer power of her seduction, how effortlessly she had taken me to the brink of ecstasy and beyond. This was when I took off the hat and vest I borrowed for the evening, and Adelaide discarded the napkins and condom.

As I watched her pump gas, I could not help but notice the lipstick stain on my cheek in the sideview mirror. It was a small reminder of the intense passion we had shared, a visible sign of the bond that now existed between us.

Adelaide leaned over the car door, her eyes locked on mine. "Ya know, sugah. Ya still got my lipstick on yer cheek?" Her voice was low and husky, tinged with a hint of mischief.

I reached up to wipe it off, but Adelaide stopped me. "Leave it. Let it be a reminder of tonight."

And with those words, we both knew that we had entered a new realm of possibility, both thrilling and dangerous, and we were both eager to explore it to its fullest. As we pulled away from the gas station, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for what lay ahead.

"Ya know, Thanksgiving is only a few weeks away, and the Anderson-Walker clan can always make room fer one more?" Adelaide gently proposed.

"My father typically works that day, so we celebrate ours the day after." I could hear myself entertaining what I knew was a bad idea.

"That's perfect then." Adelaide sounded more excited than I was as she pulled onto our street.

After I got out, I stopped in front of the driver's window, "Thank you for tonight, Addie."

"Don't mention it, darlin'."

With that, we went our separate ways, but at least this time, there was a firm date in sight for when I might see her again. That might not help the suspense, but it did ease my worries.