Eva looked at him as if wondering if he was testing her, then pulled open the vent. The wind blew her thick blonde hair straight back as she unhooked the belt. Without a glance in his direction, she reached under her skirt and jerked her panties down her legs. She slid down and her skirt flew up. She drew in a gasp of air, her feet pushing to get the restricting panties down her legs. She slid down and her skirt flew up. She drew in a gasp of air, her feet pushing to get the restricting panties off, and then opened her knees. John got his first look at his wife's delicious muff.
She's no prude, he thought. He reached over and laid his hand on the fluffy mess of soft hair.
"I like that, John, but you'd better keep both hands on the wheel at this speed," she yelled, lifting herself against his hand.
"A hundred and eighteen," he corrected.
They hit a hairpin curve at that instant. John hit the brakes and jerked the wheel. The car went into a spin, sliding into soft dirt, inches from the tiny barricade separating them from a hundred foot drop, then back onto the asphalt. They spun around three times, the tires screaming in protest, white smoke billowing behind them. On the last spin he hit the gas and the car lurched straight ahead.
"That was a close one!" John said, softly, gripping the wheel so hard his knuckles were bone white.
Eva had her head thrown back, her eyes closed, and she was gasping through clenched teeth. "Oh, John!" she cried, "I'm… I'm wetting myself!"
He looked over. She had slid forward, her ass completely off the seat, and she was pissing. He had never seen a girl pee before, in any situation, and it excited him. He erected immediately.
"Don't hold it back, let it go," he cried.
She let the air out of her lungs and sat up. "I'm done now. My legs are all wet and I made a mess of the car," she said.
"Eva, you're marvelous," he said.
They topped a crest then and saw the hotel. It stood grandly in a fine haze just a couple of miles away. John slowed to seventy-five and banked the vehicle into the long, curved drive. He hit the brakes and slid the last seventy feet to the main entrance.
The doorman stood aghast. John got out calmly, walked around the car, and opened Eva's door. The doorman stared. "Pull down your skirt, dear." John said. He turned to the doorman. "Send our baggage to our rooms and have the car washed out. We spilled a can of beer on that last turn," he said, then taking Eva's hand, "Come along, dear."
The hotel was sumptuous beyond anything Eva had ever imagined. She gawked open-mouthed.
"Close your mouth, dear." John said, and went up to the desk. "John Richardson here. My key, please," he said to the clerk. The clerk, his mouth open, handed John his key. John took Eva's hand and led her to the elevator.
The hotel was sprawling. They had a suite of four rooms on the fourth and top floor. Their suite had a large living room with one wall entirely window, a dining room, a dressing room and bath, and an elegant bedroom with a huge four poster bed and a balcony. The balcony was directly over the swimming pool, which was carved out of a huge shelf of granite almost level with the third floor. A good diver could plunge into the pool directly from their balcony.
Eva took a quick, breathless tour of the suite, her eyes wide with awe. She stopped in the bathroom and stared at the massive, sunken bath tub.
"Maybe I'd better take a bath first thing," she said, turning to her husband, who was standing in the door grinning. "I feel all sticky… you know where."
"No, I want to go to bed first. You can bathe later," he said.
"But John, it's only four o'clock. I'm not sleepy," she giggled.
John stepped into the bathroom and pulled her into his arms. He unzipped the back of her dress while he kissed her hard on the mouth. "I'm going to take off all your clothes and throw you on the bed and fuck you," he said.
Eva pulled free of his grasp. "John! You're awful," she cried, and blushed. She was delighted that she could still blush; a bride was supposed to blush. "You'll have to catch me first," she squealed, and rushed past him and out the door.
He caught her two steps from the bed and yanked her dress down over her shoulders, pinning her arms to her sides. She remembered the same thing had happened with Mose earlier, and felt a thrill. She was wearing the same tiny uplift bra, too.
John buried his face between her bulged-up breasts. They were hot and firm and tasted of sweat. He curled his tongue down into the cups in an effort to get at her nipples.
"Take it off, John, take off my bra," she moaned.
After a minute of fumbling, he released the catch and her tits popped free. His mouth closed over a nipple while his hand moved up under her dress to cup her bare pussy.
Feeling his fingers on her cunt, she remembered that her panties were on the floor in their car, probably in a pool of piss. She blushed again, wondering what they would think at the garage.
He slowly pushed her dress over her hips until it was at her knees, and then pushed her backwards onto the bed. She lay motionless, staring at him.
"I can't open my legs like this," she said.
He grabbed the rumpled skirt and pulled it off and threw it to the floor. "You can now!"
She was completely naked now and slowly opened her legs, trying desperately to look shy and inexperienced. John stared at her luxuriant muff and then at the red, velvety lips slowly spreading as her legs went farther apart. He dropped to the bed beside her and took her in his arms.
"Eva, Eva, you're so beautiful, so sexy and beautiful," he gasped, pressing his mouth to hers. "I've waited so long for this."
"I know," she said softly, her fingers working on the buttons of his shirt.
Her hand went inside his shirt, into the thick hair on his chest. Her other hand rested softly against the bulge in his pants. She wanted to reach in, to feel its hot life in her hand, but she didn't want to appear too forward, too experienced.
He felt her hand resting softly on his cock and the desire hammered at his temples. The need for her, for the use of her body, was stronger than anything he had ever experienced. He knew without ever entering her that she wasn't a virgin, and he was glad; there would be no need to be gentle. He could ram into her cunt and ejaculate with one wild lunge if he felt like it, and he felt like it.
"Take it out," he said curtly, "take it out and feel it."
Eva buried her face against his neck and pulled at his zipper. The blood pounded in her temple, too, then she slipped her hand inside and wrapped around the rigid cock. She drew in a quick breath of air. It was bigger than she thought it would be. With proper exercise, she thought, it will be as big as his father's; it's harder right now. She held his cock firmly there inside his trousers and, in spite of her resolve to play with it innocently, started to slowly masturbate him.
He gasped with pleasure as her delicate hand caressed him. "Pull it out, baby, I need you now!" he cried.
She tugged his cock out. "Take off your pants. I need you, too!" she exclaimed.
"I can't wait that long. This one will have to be for me – your turn will come later."
And then he was on top of her. He found her slit and pushed in, her cunt peeling back his foreskin. Eva moaned and lifted to meet his thrust, eager to get his prick all the way inside her. This one was for her, too, even if he didn't know it. They were all for her.
As he sunk deeper, Mose and his huge cock were forgotten; the cock at hand was the important one. "A prick is a prick is a… and oh, God, I love it so," she mumbled incoherently.
She had his shirt open and he liked the feel of her big, soft tits flattened against his hairy chest, and she was so sweaty, even in this air-conditioned room. He pounded into her savagely, and quickly felt the urge start in his nuts. He stopped, halfway pulled out.