September was half over and I was having an existential crisis. The days that I could lay out back on the deck in a bikini were dwindling quickly and I was standing in my closet trying to decide between a revealing pink thong bikini or a cute floral print brief with side ties.
“Just pick one, Bonnie,” I mumbled to myself, “before the sun’s gone down.”
Floral print, then. Not like I was trying to impress anyone. I just wanted to lie out on the chaise and soak up the sun while reading the latest John Green book for the third time. I changed, checking my ass out in the mirror before slipping my sunglasses on top of my head, pretty sure that my suit had shrunk a little since I’d worn it last. At least I didn’t remember my camel lips being quite so obvious last time I’d had it on, blushing a little at how obviously on display my nipples were.
“Someone’s going to get a show,” I giggled as I filled a saucepan full of ice and plunked a couple of La Fins and a bottle opener in it and grabbed my kindle.
It really was a perfect day. A few wisps of clouds floating lazily above the tree line, the silhouette of mountains in the distance, a cool breeze picking up and then dying down just as quickly as I popped the cap and took a small swallow of beer before finding my place in my book.
I’m not sure how long I was out there. Long enough to finish off both beers and get a nice little buzz going. Long enough to finish several chapters and put down my kindle so I could just enjoy the view. Long enough for David, my boss, to find and join me.
“You look content.” I gazed over at him as he sat down on one of the deck chairs, his eyes nowhere near my face. I’d made the right choice of suits, apparently.
“Very content.”
“Then you’re going to hate me. I need to run some errands in town.”
I rolled my eyes at him, and let out a soft groan. Despite them being hidden behind my dark lenses, I knew he was aware by the way he grinned.
“Come on. It won’t take long. Just throw on a t-shirt and some shorts. Leaving in five minutes.”
“I hate you,” I mumbled, making sure it was loud enough for him to hear.
“I know.”
I took my time, knowing that it would bug him. Hated waiting, so both Anya and I always made a habit of being late, just to annoy him. Fifteen minutes later I was climbing into the Wrangler with a short-sleeve cotton shirt, still unbuttoned, a short grin skirt, and a pair of red Converse sneakers, my glasses and another beer in one hand, a brush in the other.
“You get lost?” he asked, eyeing the beer as I set it in the cupholder and started brushing my blond locks.
I stuck my tongue out and giggled in reply as he turned the key in the Jeep’s ignition.
“Brat.”
The drive to town was nice. One of the best things about living off the beaten path was the scenery. At least during the warm months. It was still pretty in winter but driving through snow meant paying attention to the road and not the landscape quite as much. When I say off the beaten path, I mean it. Even though I only sipped at my brew, it was empty before we got there, giving me enough time to be buzzed. And full of mischief.
“It’s a nice day. Don’t think I need these,” I giggled, slouching down in my seat, untying the ties, and wiggling out of my briefs, which ended up on David’s lap.
“Minx,” he muttered, glancing over, clearly enjoying the sight of my now swollen nipples as they tented my top before I pulled my shirt closed and buttoned several buttons and hid them from him.
“Keep your eyes on the road,” I laughed, pointing as a squirrel dashed across the asphalt in a panic, then yelled as he rolled down his window and tossed my bottoms out.
“What did you do that for?”
“Didn’t think you wanted them anymore,” he deadpanned, keeping his eyes on the road and ignoring me as I glared at him with a bright hot intensity. The nerve.
“You owe me a new swimsuit,” I finally said, turning away and staring out the window for a few minutes before settling back in my seat again, sucking my lip between my teeth and turning my gaze on his profile as I raised my ass and slowly slid my skirt up until it was bunched around my waist, exposing my pussy, catching him watching me from the corner of his eyes. I could almost sense his pulse race as I turned slightly towards him, spread my thighs, and drew my finger between my fold until it was coated with my creamy pussy juice.
“Like what you see?”
“What do you think?”
“I think you have a hard-on and want to fuck me.”
David laughed, apparently not inclined to disagree with me. Not that he said so. Instead, he did something totally unexpected.
“Take off your skirt. All the way off.”
Blushing, I stopped what I was doing, which was absently running my fingers over my smooth mound and occasionally over my glistening slit.
“Why?”
“Don’t ask questions. You want to be a slut, you’re going to be treated like one.”
Not really having a ready reply, I twisted my skirt around so that the zipper was in front, slowly undid it and then pulled it down over my legs and left it lying on the floor of the Jeep. Glancing over at him, my cheeks burning with a healthy dose of humiliation, I stepped out of it and kicked it aside.
“What are you, Bonnie?” he quizzed, already knowing what I’d answer.
“A slut.”
“And whose slut are you?”
“Yours, Sir,” I whispered, my blush growing even deeper.
“Why don’t you play with yourself for me, slut. And maybe, if you ask nicely when we get into town I’ll leave you at the bar while I run errands. Probably plenty of guys there who’d take advantage of a half-naked slut like you.”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. He already knew my secret. Just the thought of being dropped off and used by whoever wanted was turning me on as I teased my clit and ran my fingers up and down my dripping wet slit. I was so wet that a little puddle of cream was already forming on the seat.
“Probably take you two at a time. Why wait their turn? Most of them will be getting sloppy seconds anyway. When was the last time you’ve been DPed, slut?”
I turned my face, not wanting him to see the look in my eyes, even though I was wearing my sunglasses, sure that he’d be able to see the hunger on my face at the thought.
“A while. Sir.”
“A while?”
“Last summer,” I whispered, moaning softly as I stopped teasing myself and started playing harder, wanting to cum before we reached town. It was one thing to cum in front of David. It was another to cum in front of a stranger or, even worse, someone I knew. I had about ten or fifteen minutes.
“You liked it, didn’t you??”
“Yes,” I admitted. Not just liked it. Loved it. And I’d been craving it ever since.
“What’s your favourite hole to get fucked in, slut?”
Closing my eyes, I concentrated on my clit while slipping a finger into my tight wet pussy, ignoring his question.
“I said, what’s your favourite hole, slut?”
“My ass,” I managed, moaning as I said it and picturing being ass fucked while bent over the bar. I was getting closer. So close that the car was beginning to smell like pussy and you could hear the squelch as my fingers sawed in and out of my fuck hole. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I needed to cum and soon.
“What about if I just pulled over here and bent you over the hood of the Wrangler and took your sweet little tush? Would you like that?”
I opened my mouth to answer, but it was too late. The build-up inside me has reached a zenith. All I could do was let out a long shuddering moan as the flood gates released and I came, soaking my fingers and the seat under me.
Afterward, I just sat there, breathing hard, unaware of my surroundings or anything, really. When we came to a stop I was surprised, wondering if maybe he really was going to bend me over the bonnet and ass fuck me.
Instead, he just laughed, shaking his head as he handed me a wipe.
“Get your skirt back on, Bonnie. And wipe your fingers off. Unless you want to walk around in public like that.”
Blushing, I looked out the side window, wiping my fingers off on my thighs and thought about it while he waited impatiently, suddenly realizing that I really needed to pee…
