She holds the secret to universal beauty, foremost in her hazel-blue eyes, her shoulder-length sandy-blonde hair frames a picture of the only image he craves to be emblazened in his mind forever, her slender petitte body curves forward in a stance that can quick-freeze time in a flash of a second...a sparkling stare, that cute cheerleader smile, her lips wide, not to full, just a touch of the right color and, they quiver when she becomes aroused, she can't hold back the excitement of knowing she's about to experience a memorable fathomless kiss...
His long awaited quest is over...does he remember what she feels like?...his body is bursting with a flaming desire held in check too long. The dream that became his constant companion and good luck charm through the horrors of hell, is about to be realized. His eyes never even have to search, he somehow senses she's standing right there, the replica of his vision...and then, there she is...the smile on his face radiating the recognition of her unconditional love and compassion...he never new she had the same vision until this very moment...her lowcut jeans are snuggingly holding the most precious jewel ever conceived, she knows how he loves to be teased, she wore his favorite cut off t-shirt, no bra and her bare midriff radiates an unspoken challenge...the energy pulsating from her heaven sent body surrounds him like a whirlwind then draws him to her...he stops inches short of her image and time stands still, for a moment, for an eternity...he drops his duffel bags, their hands reach out for each other and as their fingers intertwine their eyes close holding back the tears of joy...he delicately pulls her into his world, feels the outline of her body melt into his tense frame, her body relaxes with total surrender, their hands fold around her waist to the small of her back, their favorite dance position...her breasts control his every desire as she squirms in remembrance of there last kiss...their eyes open, a moment of blurred dancing images clearing as they quickly blink in unison, their smiles come closer together until that delicate precious touch of their lips blends into one thought, one image, one body, her hips instinctively roll forward as his movements match hers perfectly...the cacophony of sound bouncing off the terminal walls suddenly vanishes...nothing exists 'cept the oneness of two hearts pounding in rhythmic harmony signaling the ecstacy about to unfold...
Every night it's the same dream, every day the same emptiness, she was so special, or so he thought...was it a fools nightmare, a gullable gesture, a broken promise...do people say what they mean, mean what they think, destroy with a pen, a stare, a blink...get it together before the hour is to late and the curtain is drawn, before daylight becomes the dark of the moon, too soon...God, how he misses her...is it possible she misses him...who is she anyway, just a dream, but he held her in his arms, that was real, wasn't it...
Each night he fears the thought of sleep, yet longing to be with her. He collaspes with exhaustion, then, there she is...and the vision becomes real as he steps into the scene, the emptiness vanishes, he can't wait to carry her across the parking lot and as she folds her body into his, the thrill he feels when her breasts press across his chest is immeasurable, their lips seal a future destiny...
Hurray for roadster pick ups...she loves sitting on the bench seat with her left leg over his right so she can spread her wealth of sex, begging his hand to reach for the gold. She was so quick to slip out of her jeans, she came prepared to be ravaged. His hand reflexively goes on the offensive as his middle and index fingers enter her pulsating treasure. She's already a fountain of bliss and in two strokes she's grabbing for anything to hang onto. Her head flips back and forth in time with her screams of out 'n out ravenous pleasure. She grabs his arm yanking him to thrust hard and fast, she lifts her body slightly as he collects four fingers together, her body plunges straight down and she goes balistic as his upward movements penetrate the depths of her desire. Her body folds into his arm and staggeringly quivers with insatiable joy and fulfillment.
She knows what's laying up against his stomach and she also knows it's throbbingly about to burst. As he licks her essence from his hand and fingers she unbuckles his trousers, pulls off his shirt and he springs out before her awaiting mouth and as soon as she grabs his shaft and fits his crown in her mouth his body convulses into a stiffening ecstatic moan, his foot hits the accelerator uncontrollably and the jerking motion forces him into the depths of her jaws while gushing spurts of hot buttery nectar blast down her thoat and he feels her tongue-swirling, gullping swallows keeping up with every bursting eruption. He has to pull over as they melt into an embrace filled with emotion and bliss...
"Take me home Rod, let's get lost in passionate love together...forever..."
At the Department of Motor Vehicles no one can find a trace of ownership to an abandoned hotrod roadster pick up with a cut off t-shirt hanging over the shift lever knob...a Triumph motorcycle logo clearly visible and the inscription, "Like A Rollin' Stone"...
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