Lying back naked on the old pick-up’s bench seat, its hot leather clinging to my nakedness. Discarded clothing on the floor. Breathing heavily. Heart-beat pounding. Trepidation mixed with anticipation. Eyes opened wide, my head craned and espying the monster that will soon impale me.
The moment of truth. Soft skin of legs opened by strong, callused hands. Unveiling the prize he seeks. Lips glistening with the moisture of expectation. Desire rising rapidly as he strokes the monster to its fullness.
Sexual energy surges with the expectation. The wait…
The quick thrust, the brief gasp, then unforgettable fullness…
