During a night of merry drinking with an old friend, the intoxicating conversation stimulates us to confess liaisons. Then, he languidly ambles with me outside. When hugging our byes, like a lonely magnet to a warm fridge, his lips found mine. His pressured passion begins bubbling and bursting lust in our mouths!

So, with a click of the door, we climb in my van, removing each other’s clothes behind ultra-shaded windows. Naked I sit on the back seat, and he stands unbuttoned and unbuckled over me, squeezing in between my knees, like a snake ready to be engulfed by ground…

He commences pushing and pushing himself in whole, then down come his lips to my breast-tip, while I lift my hips in retort to the moan he lets go…

The van shakes as we shift and he turns me around to hold the top of the back seat with him playing me like his bass from behind, and I get hotter, louder, wetter as he climbs his cock deeper inside my ass lifting higher, thrusting and thrusting with rhythmic pumps, until we explode together out onto the van floor.

After a short silent smiling scurry to dress, he walks out my door and asks, “Maybe we can do this again sometime?”

To which I laugh and reply, “I know I wouldn’t mind some more, so when you’re back in town shoot me a line.”

The rest maybe I’ll share one day…sometime…