As the driver got out,  

suziespleasure 61M/51F
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9/25/2005 7:22 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

As the driver got out,


I could tell by the walk that it was a man coming towards me. He asked if I needed any help as I closed the back of the truck. I told him it was all taken care of but thanks for stopping.
I couldn't see his face, the hood of his raincoat pulled low over his forward and the downward angle which he kept his head was making it impossible to do so.
He asked if perhaps I needed help with anything else. I said no thanks, I was pretty self efficent.
He told me he doubted that was true.
As he dragged me towards his car, I saw it was a conversion van, not a car and as he threw me into the back, the tiger came out of me. I began to fight him and he laughed. He told me he wouldn't hurt me but with my shirt stuck to my chest and the chill of the night, my bodies headlights were on high beams and he was determined to light everything else up inside of me.
He pulled the hood of his rain slicker from his head and his dark hair fell loose. His features were chisled, as if he had been molded by an angelic artist.
He pinned me down and sucked the water from my shirt as he teased my nipples to a burn. My body began to fight against my fight. My body shot trails of fire to my loin with each of his light touches. I closed my eyes against it, knowing I should fight him but he felt so good.
With my body pinned under his, I could do nothing more than move my head side to side as he tried to kiss me. He grabbed my head between his large hands and forced his mouth to mine, kissing me with a hunger that I could both taste and feel. I struggled against my body's wanton lust.
I felt a warmth hit my belly as he raised my wet shirt over my head. He pinned my arms in the shirt by wrapping it around my wrists. As wet as it was, it was an effective rope.
When he moved down to unbutton my 501's, he was able to keep one pant leg on my leg and tied it to something within the van. It was a rope he tied to the other ankle. My legs were spread now, my body naked except for my wet socks and the items of my clothes that bound me.
The wetness between legs was not from the rain. It was because of the dark haired, dark eyed man who was playing my body like a finely tuned fiddle.
He reminded me he had promised not to hurt me right before his head disappeared between my legs. His breath felt hot as he tenderly licked my moist path from my clit to puss. He began to suck my clit with a fevered lust, and his fingers moved in and out of me. The wetness he created flowed down, wetting everything in his path. I cried out with pleasure as I felt his finger slide into my back hole.
He told me he knew I was ready for him now, he had seen me before and had waited for this moment for a long time.
He was out of his pants and inside me in an instant. He pushed his shaft as deep as it wold go and stopped moving, allowing my body to fit around his thickness. When he started to move within me, the stars above my eyes exploded with my orgasim. He joined me and our cries of pleasure filled the van.
He slowly and gently freed me, kissing each spot as he did. He dressed me with as much care as he disrobed me. He opened the side door of the van. The rain had stopped and the moon shone a spotlight on us as he helped me out of the van, walked with me to my truck and opened the drivers door for me.
A muttered a thank you and he told me the next time I needed his help, he'd find me to help me out.
I drove home and climbed into bed. I played with myself, thinking of the events of the evening and before sleep took me, I came again.

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