My ex called me boring and he was right. So I set off on a journey to prove him wrong.
I used to be adventrous, used to be excited about taking chances and exploring new opportunities. Somewhere along the way I lost that spirit, and I don’t know where it went.
When he broke up with me I had to make a change. I was determined not to fall into a pattern of stable boringness I saw all around me.
Doesn’t sound like much but I changed my hair and I changed my clothing. I took a chance on having fun all by myself. That is what today is all about.
A long drive in a car all by myself. The sun beating down heat on me and me in my bikini because who would care? Who could see?
But he saw everything.
The man in the truck next to me, dark and handsome and intensely watching me. Watching me in my bikini and watching me go further. Watching me the whole time as I put on a show for him, and knowing this isn’t how it ends.
I’m showing him everything, but how far am I willing to go?
Excerpt
I pulled off of the road, my pulse racing a mile a minute as I pulled around to a spot that was just out of the way of everything and just out of the way of him. I stopped my car still and waited and watched my mirror as I saw him pull off as well, and pull up right beside me.
He didn’t cover my car. He didn’t even park close to me. The open road was right there stretched out in front of me and cars would pass by occasionally but infrequently.
We had no privacy here but that didn’t stop me from kicking open my door and leaning back, from pulling my key out of the ignition and tossing it into the passenger seat or from bending back my drivers side seat so it was leaning, slipping my hand back into my bikini bottoms, and watching him through veiled eyes filled with pleasure as he stalked his way over to me.
He was lean and powerful, moving through the space between us and owning it. The closer he came the more I could feel myself building, the hotter the feel of my fingers on my skin and the greater the intensity of the pleasure rocketing through my veins.
I plunged my fingers in and out of my wet and willing sex. I moaned and furrowed my brow as he came close, as he leaned against my car lean and long and watched me finish myself off.
I was close, I was so fucking shudderingly close and the passing of each car and the knowledge that this show was not for him and him alone just drove me closer to the edge of oblivion. I locked eyes with him and saw no kindness there, only a hungry desire and a want for this nameless stranger that he had had the fortune of finding on the road.
The thought that I didn’t know his name, the thought that he was a complete stranger, the knowledge that at any point someone else could pull in and see everything drove me on and on.
As did the idea that the woman I was a mere four days ago would never have done this. She would have never found the courage. This would have been well over the line for her.
But fuck her. Fuck her and my entire boring life. Fuck everything but the pursuit of pleasure and the need of the moment as I tumbled over the edge and my climax rocked me to my core.
I cried out wordlessly and he watched. Patient and still he watched me cum and clench and mewl as the heat burned through my veins and under my skin. I took every single drop of it and took so much more. I took all of it and it left me gasping for more.
He moved so fast then, reaching in and grabbing me by the wrist he pulled me up out of the car with a growl. His grip on me was so tight it almost hurt me, digging into my skin like iron as he wrenched me up and slammed my back against the side of his car.
“Yes,” I moaned, the only word I’d spoken to him yet and the only word we needed.