He gasped as she reached for her purse, then turned and walked back toward him. Her fantastic tits thrust promisingly against the satin blouse. The V of her crotch was even more maddening as she walked, smiling, toward him. He was trembling with excitement by the time she reached him. He put an arm about her waist and ushered her out the door, into the small parking lot.
"I'd better follow you," she said. "That way you won't have to bring me back here for my car."
Mitzi pointed out her car and let him help her in. She lifted her face for him to kiss her as she started the engine. Her lips parted, sucking his tongue inside. She sucked softly, but fully on him as he kissed her. John reached down and laid a hand on her waist as he kissed the girl, letting it steal up and press into a ripe tit.
"Mmmmm," she murmured, kissing more passionately and rubbing the tit about his hand. "Mmmmmm," she cooed, then drew her face back from his kiss. "We'd better get where we can continue that. Where are you staying, in case I lose you on the way?"
He gave her the name of the motel where he had taken a room and turned to walk to his car. She backed her car up, then roared out of the lot, waving to him as she swung out onto the street. He felt again that she was gone, that she had simply played out one last taunt before driving herself home. She probably did this sort of thing several times a week, just to get her kicks. He was so convinced of this that he almost went back into the bar. He almost stopped at another bar. He had actually pulled his car into an all-night restaurant to grab a hamburger. He shrugged his shoulders and drove through the restaurant's parking area and back onto the street. He had gone this far. He might, at least, drive to his motel and see if she did show up.
"What kept you?" Mitzi laughed as he finally parked beside her. "I'd almost given up on you."
She hopped out of the sports car and waited for him to lead her to his door. John's mind was whirling helplessly. She did meet him. She met him for the sole purpose of fucking him. It was impossible to believe. It floored him. A girl this beautiful would never be a casual pick-up. Shit! Mitzi could have any man in Los Angeles. A girl that looked like this could have any damn man in the country. So why the hell was she bouncing along beside him as though anxious to hop in his bed and take his cock into her?
He fumbled for his key, finally found it, and unlocked the door. Mitzi stepped inside and turned, waiting for him to enter and take her in his arms. Her mind was swirling with the excitement of the night. She hadn't done this, hadn't let herself be picked up by a man since she'd met Carl, since she'd gone with Carl to his hotel room that night three years ago. She gasped as John grabbed her roughly, his body pounding against her. She yielded to his impassioned kiss, to his roving hands, to his lunging cock. She sucked back on his mouth and rubbed her pussy frantically against him.
"God!" he panted as he drew back and looked down into her eyes. "Damn! What a woman you are! Ohhhh, what a hell of a piece of woman!"
She smiled as his hands ran beneath her blouse and up over her tits. She twisted about to heighten the sensuous thrill of his touch. Her body was betraying her. She could hardly stand from the erotic excitement of his caress, of his touch. The blond began pulling his shirt from him, her fingers gliding through the thick hair of his chest in taunting, playful fashion while he released her bra and filled his delighted hands with her ripe and throbbing tits.
"Mmmmm," she sighed. "Oooooo, that feels so good! I've been needing this. Damn, but I need more."
She unzipped his fly and reached inside for his pulsing cock. Her hands lifted the warm rod through the fly, out into her erotic caresses. She pumped the rigid prick, then slipped one hand back into the fly and teased his balls.
Mitzi felt his legs tremble as she drove him to deeper passion. He was panting wildly, nostrils flaring in sexual rage as he lifted her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her across the spread and looked down at her. She smiled up at the desire on his face, at the shuddering anticipation of his pocket. She smiled her most inviting smile and slowly pushed her slacks downward.
John Acton swallowed the hot lump that kept forming in his throat. He gasped at the soft beauty waiting below him. She finished removing her slacks and lay back, pulling her blouse and bra the remainder of the way from her shoulders. The artificial lighting gave an even creamier glow to her skin, a more golden sparkle to her hair. He gaped at the soft golden cunt hair which glistened trough the thin panties. His mouth dropped open helplessly as he stood transfixed by the unbelievable beauty of the young woman.
"Hurry up!" she whispered to him. "You going to stand around all night or you plan to get to fucking."
Mitzi felt amusement sweep through her as John jumped at her words. He quickly stripped out of his clothing and turned back toward her. He was a damn fine hunk of man, she admitted as she looked at the broad shoulders, the lean, muscular thighs, the solid arms. Without his clothes on he seemed more like an athlete, more, like a man who did physical work for a living. Her tits shivered in expectation as he dropped onto the bed beside her. He had the body far a good fuck. He sure the hell had the cock for it!
"Mmmmm," she sighed as he caressed her tits. "I've been waiting all night for this."
He leaned down and began kissing her tits as she reached once again for his pulsing pecker. She pumped him firmly, thoroughly as he sucked her nipples into hardened spikes. She played with his prick and fingered his balls while it felt as though he was sucking her whole being through her glowing breasts. He sucked and caressed them, his hands roving passionately over them, beneath them, round them, between them. He pulled them up to get a better mouthful of tit, then mashed them against her chest.
His fingers played over her nipples as she twisted about the bed, lost in the delirious thrill of his foreplay. The man was good. He was damn good! He was as good as Carl had been that first night when he took her to his hotel room. Mitzi was also as horny as she had been the night she met Carl, the night she had rubbed herself against him in the small bar until his cock was clearly outlined against his pants.
"Ohhhhh!" John gasped as she pumped his cock roughly, pulling the skin far back along the glowing shaft. "Uhhhhmmmm! Damn, if you aren't the most delicious tease I ever met."
"Who's teasing?" she laughed breathily. "I'm dead serious. I plan on having a hell of a fuck tonight."
She wrapped her legs around him and rolled him over, then let him roll her back. His cock raged against her, struggling to make it into her pussy while they thrashed about the bed. She heard him panting furiously, gasping for breath in the erotic excitement her actions had generated. He fought against her play, finally pinning her beneath him and forcing his cock into the lips of her cunt.
"That should hold you down," he muttered to her. "I'll nail this pecker into you. Then we'll see how easy it is for you to roll around the bed."
The throbbing prick drove into her cunt, rubbing heavily against her clit until Mitzi was shaking frantically with the raw passion it generated. She caught her breath quickly, her body panting for more of the marvelous length of meat.
"Mmmmmm!" she hissed. "Oooooo, I want more! Feed it to me, sweetheart! Feed me that cock! Oooooo!"
John thrust his cock deeper into her as his hands clawed sensuously at her tits. He felt her arch her back to shove the delicious globes against his caresses. He fingered the lovely flesh, then dropped one hand to caress her shimmering asscheeks. His cock went wild at the touch of her pussy walls around it. She was pulsing and contracting along the steaming shaft, matching his insane lust with a passion of her own. Her legs wrapped about him, clutching him against her, straining to draw him deeper and deeper into her soft cunt.