The stranger glanced around. "I can use that ride now."
"Anytime and anywhere," she crooned, walked to her car, her ass swinging promiscuously.
She waited in her car, lifting her dress, exposing her milky thighs. She swallowed her heart back in place as he opened the door and climbed in beside her.
"Let's go," he said, not missing her attempt to flash her shapely legs. "I'm yours for the rest of the day, if you like. I can pick up my car around dinner time."
Joanne started the motor and pulled back into the flow of traffic, enjoying his dark eyes ogling her legs. She passed by the parked car of the detective, wanting to blow the horn. "I'd like that very much," she purred, her voice like velvet. "I know just the place we can spend the morning." She gunned the motor, roaring down the highway, Darin Jenkins, her husband's detective, right behind her.
"I'm looking forward to it," he said, placing his hand on her bare knee. "I hope it's quiet and not too crowded."
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, overjoyed at his caressing hand on her knee. "It's quiet and there's no one else around for miles." Except, she thought to herself, a very inquisitive private eye.
She pulled off the highway, using her signals, not wanting to chance losing her tail. She drove, keeping her eyes alert for the dirt road that led to the quiet spot she first discovered by accident a few months ago when she had made a wrong turn.
The man slid his hand higher on her thigh, kneading the silky flesh of her leg, inching almost imperceptibly toward her pussy.
For a moment, Joanne didn't notice, being intent on finding the dirt road. She blinked. "Don't touch," she sighed, placing her hand over his, her palm sweaty with excitement. "I might crack up the car." She kept her hand on his, making sure he didn't move.
She spotted the dirt road and turned off, praying the detective wasn't stupid and would be able to follow. She drove for about a mile and pulled off into a small clearing. She took his hand off her leg.
"There it is." She climbed out of the car and quickly ran to the top of the knoll, looking down at the small stream flowing lazily down below.
He came up behind her, encircling her lush body with his arms and rubbing his cock into her soft ass. "You are a delicious hunk of female flesh."
Joanne pushed back against him, shivering with delight at his passion and the hard cock pressing against her soft bottom. "Mmmmmmm. You don't waste any time."
"With a woman like you, there shouldn't be any time wasted," he said, his hands coming up from around her wispy waist to cup her large pliant tits.
Joanne stood shaking at his bold exploring hands. "I don't even know your name."
"It's Grant Miles." His hand slipped inside her silky dress, cupping a bare tit, the nipple burning into his palm. "What's yours?"
"It's Joanne," she moaned, her legs growing weak from the hot erotic fondling of her tits and his throbbing cock against her ass. She turned into his arms, crushing her body into his. "Kiss me, Grant."
His lips covered hers in an instant, his tongue exploring the eager wetness of her gently sucking mouth. His hands roved over her back, down to her soft tender ass. He cupped the firm ass cheeks and kneaded the flesh, his cock aching in his pants.
"Oh, Grant," she sighed, coming out of his arms. "You're getting me all hot and mushy inside." Her tits heaved, one hanging out from Grant's playing. Her eyes darted around, trying to spot any signs of the detective. She caught a glimpse of something moving behind a tree some distance away and caught the reflection of, what she assumed to be, the glare of a telephoto camera lens. Get all the pictures you want, honey, she sighed to herself.
Grant leered at the beautiful housewife that just walked into his life. He gulped, ogling her exposed tit and defiant stance as she stood a few feet away, the sun at her back, her long red hair framing her exquisitely featured face.
"Want me to strip?" she cooed, rocking on her heels, the passion bubbling in her loins.
"Whatever you want," Grant said, not believing this passionate woman would actually strip out in the open.
"You don't believe me, do you?" she asked, seeing the doubt in his dark penetrating eyes. She didn't wait for an answer. Her hands smoothed down over her hips and she used her palms, bringing the dress slowly and erotically up her legs, exposing her thighs inch by tantalizing inch.
Joanne felt Grant's eyes on her and the eyes of the camera turning her on, making her body tremble. She stopped the hem of her sexy dress at the beginning of her pussy. "Do you believe me now?" she asked, her voice quaking.
"I'll believe it when it's off," he said, dying to see the lush white skin of her naked body.
Joanne sucked in her breath and slipped the dress over her hips and up over her tits, pulling it off and standing naked on the grassy mound, her hot creamy body exposed to both men – Grant whom she was planning on devouring and the sneaky detective with his snooping camera.
"Do I please you?" she asked, her large tits jutting from her chest with no hint of sag, her slim waist flaring put into full curved-out hips, then tapering down to a pair, of long slender legs.
"You'd please even the most picky admirer." He took a step toward her, but she held up her hand to stop him.
"Let me come to you." She turned briefly, wanting the detective with his camera to have a good clear shot of her facing him. In her mind, she could hear the quick rapid clicking of the shutter as the man snapped picture after picture with his motor-driven Pentax. She turned to Grant, walking seductively toward him, the warm summer breeze sending hot chills up and down her naked body.
She stopped in front of him, her eyes green emeralds, glistening with passion. "Touch my pussy, Grant. Feel how hot and juicy it is."
Grant reached down between her parted legs, stroking his fingers through the wetness of her cunt slit, hot sticky juice clinging to his fingers. He pulled out his hand and saw the filmy white cream.
"I told you," she purred, like a kitten. "My pussy is soaked and aching for your hard cock." She reached down and grabbed his prick in her delicate hand. "I'll bet it's a giant cock too."
Joanne had Grant reeling. He grabbed her, his hands groping and squeezing her body in frantic grabs on her tits, hips, arms and legs. He couldn't get enough.
"Don't hurt me," she sighed breathlessly, getting hotter by the second. She took her hand away from his pants and stepped back. "Do you want to fuck me?"
"Yes," he rasped, needing to fuck this hot bitch before he lost his mind. He grabbed his pants, tugging, wanting to free his prick.
"No," she moaned, placing her sweaty hand on his. "Let me do it." She dropped to her knees in the grass, her tits jiggling as she crawled the short distance to his bulging groin. She was eye level with his crotch, her mouth only inches away.
Grant couldn't believe his good fortune. What started out as a pain-in-the-ass day with his car breaking down, looked like one of the better days of his life. He watched her pull the zipper down with her long delicate fingers, her nails bright with red fiery polish.
"I'm so nervous, Grant," she purred, his zipper down. "I can't wait to see how gorgeous your prick is." She groped inside his pants, latching onto his thick veiny shaft. "Oh, Christ! I found it!"
"Take it out," he groaned, his cock twitching in her sweaty grip. "Take the God damn thing out!"
"I am! I am!" she moaned, tormenting herself for a moment longer while fondling his dick inside his pants. "Don't be so impatient!"
Unable to deny herself the sight of his prick any longer, she yanked it out and gasped. "Ooooaaaahhh! It's sooo big and beautiful!" She looked up at him, her face flushed with excitement. "I'll bet it'll fit nice and tight in my pussy."