My college girlfriend Nicole had arrived at my house to visit for a few days during summer break, her pink Jansport backpack stuffed with enough clothes to last the weekend. She lived with her mother in a farmhouse in the next town over from where we both attended school, while I was home for the summer break, four hours away in the two-story, century-old house that was my childhood home. It had been almost six weeks since we had seen each other, and she was as beautiful as ever; her dark hair pulled into a high ponytail that swung when she moved, wearing a bright red t-shirt with the school logo and denim shorts that hugged the curve of her cute bubble butt that I missed so much.
She jumped into my arms with a squeal of delight, her petite body colliding against mine, her thighs wrapping around my waist as I caught her weight. I breathed in the familiar scent of her strawberry shampoo, my hands instinctively moving to squeeze her ass before I caught myself and just placed them at the small of her back. We held the embrace a beat too long before reluctantly pulling apart, acutely aware of my father clearing his throat and my mother’s thin lips pressing together in silent disapproval from the doorway.
My parents trapped us in the living room for their standard interrogation. Dad hunched forward in his recliner while Mom’s lips formed a smile that didn’t touch her eyes. “How is work going? Your mother doing well? Are you looking forward to getting back to classes?” The same types of questions they ask every time they see her. When they finally paused for breath, I jumped in and announced we had plans, just to get us out of the house.
We escaped to my dirty red Ford Escort, the faded paint chipped along the hood, and headed out of the small Iowa town where I grew up. The two-lane country road stretched before us, endless rows of knee-high field corn and soybeans swaying on either side in the summer breeze, the car’s AC struggling to cool the cabin.
I glanced over at Nicole, her pale skin catching the faint orange glow of the sun as it dipped below the horizon. “So, what would you like to do tonight?” I inquired, then started throwing out suggestions, “We could catch a movie or go bowling or…”
“Fuck,” she interrupted me mid-sentence with her simple, one-word answer.
My palms instantly went slick against the steering wheel, blood flowing to my groin. My mind started racing on how to make that happen. Going back to my overly religious parents’ house, where they frown upon us even kissing, was out of the question. I thought about a motel, then mentally tallied up the bills in my wallet: a ten, a five, and a few singles. Even if I counted the change in my pocket, it would be less than twenty bucks. My ATM card was essentially worthless, as I knew my account balance was in the low single digits after filling up the car with gas. Going over to one of my friends’ houses wasn’t going to work because their parents would be there, and what possible excuse could we give for needing to be alone in a bedroom?
As my brain was flashing through scenarios, I heard fabric rustling in the passenger seat and turned to see Nicole yanking her t-shirt over her head, her ponytail catching momentarily before springing free. She reached behind her back, her fingers deftly working at the clasp of her white bra, the one with tiny pink flowers.
“What are you doing?” I asked, dumbfounded, slightly swerving on the empty road.
“Kinda hard to fuck with clothes on,” she responded with a half-smile, her tone indicating that my question was beyond stupid. She slid the straps of her bra off her shoulders and tossed it into the back seat with her top, revealing her perfect, palm-sized, perky breasts with their small, round, light pink areola. Her nipples stiffened from excitement, transforming from soft buds to taut peaks that I just wanted to suck. She kicked off her scuffed sneakers, lifted her hips from the seat, and shimmied out of her shorts and white cotton panties, her movements causing the car to sway slightly. She threw her shorts and panties into the backseat along with her other clothes and sat there naked with a huge grin on her face.
A pulse of adrenaline shot through me, and for a moment, the car’s speedometer crept over the limit. The Escort’s shocks groaned as we hit a dip, Nicole’s breasts jiggling delightfully with the jostle.
My turn came next. Have you ever heard the expression, ‘where there’s a will, there’s a way’? Nicole and I engaged in a chaotic choreography of getting me out of my clothes while I white-knuckled the steering wheel, fighting to keep the car on the pavement. When I lifted my hips to let her tug my jeans down past my knees, the car swerved dangerously close to the gravel-lined ditch, tires kicking up dust that swirled in our wake. My faded blue t-shirt caught on my chin and ears, temporarily blinding me in cotton darkness, eliciting a string of panicked curses that dissolved into breathless, reckless laughter between us. Minutes later, we were both nude, racing down the lonely road, the cracked vinyl seats sticking to our skin.
Nicole crawled over the stick shift and climbed onto my lap, her knees digging into the worn upholstery on either side of my thighs. She reached between us, her tiny fingers wrapping around my erection, guiding it to her slick opening. She sank down, inch by agonizing inch, her warmth enveloping me completely. “Holy shit,” I gasped, craning my neck awkwardly to the left to see around her body, gripping the wheel at ten and two. She braced herself, clutching the headrest behind me, and began to rise and fall in a rhythm that made the driver’s seat creak, her ponytail swinging side to side with each bounce. I thought this was insane. We were barreling down the asphalt, the speedometer needle hovering around 40 as headlights from cars whizzing by in the other direction briefly illuminated her naked body.
As thrilling and exciting as this was, it was almost impossible for me to focus. I was constantly worried about getting pulled over by a county sheriff or dying in a fiery car crash. Nicole stopped riding me and sank down with a frustrated sigh, her bare, round ass settling onto my thighs. She ground her hips in tight, deliberate circles, her pussy massaging me with each subtle movement. “This really isn’t working the way I thought it would,” she chuckled breathlessly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, a bead of sweat trickling down her sternum between her breasts. “My quads are on fire, and I keep bumping my head on the roof.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, still looking around her, trying to keep my eyes on the road. “It doesn’t help that all I’m thinking about is not getting into an accident and having the paramedics pry open this crumpled tin can to find us nude, me still inside you and the county sheriff standing there with his flashlight, shaking his head and calling in ‘two naked fuckin’ idiots’ on his radio.”
Nicole’s laugh vibrated through her body and into mine. “Well, we gave it a shot.” She shifted to her left, her nipples dragging across my chest as she pressed her warm body against mine. The movement granted me a full view of the road ahead, its cracked surface stretching endlessly into darkness. She buried her face in the crook of my neck and started nibbling on my earlobe, which always drives me crazy. My cock twitched inside her, drawing a throaty giggle, her breath hot and damp on my skin.
I spotted a perpendicular dirt road cutting through the soybeans ahead, flicked on my turn signal, and veered off onto the rutted farm road. The car’s suspension groaned in protest as we thumped over hardened tractor tracks and weather-carved gullies. Each jolt sent Nicole rising and falling on my lap, her slick inner walls gripping me with every movement, drawing ragged moans from her lips that tickled the sensitive skin below my ear. I drove slowly for nearly a mile, dust billowing behind us in the moonlight. Nothing surrounded us but crops stretching to the horizon, broken only by a weathered farmhouse in the distance with its yellow-lit windows. I could almost picture the family inside, passing bowls of mashed potatoes and a platter of fried chicken, oblivious to our presence. I pulled the car onto a flattened turnout where the dirt had been packed, the tires crunching over scattered gravel. I cut the headlights and twisted the key, silencing the engine’s tired rumble.
“Come on, let’s get out,” I said, giving her ass a playful swat as I pushed open the creaking door.
“But I’m naked,” she protested, hands instinctively covering her boobs.
I just laughed, “Who’s going to see you, the beans?”
She scanned the moonlit emptiness surrounding us and shrugged, then climbed off me with a soft whimper as my slick cock slid out of her. We stood naked on the rutted dirt road beside the car, the June night air, still holding the day’s warmth but with an edge of coolness, caressed every inch of our bare skin. The vast Midwestern sky stretched overhead like spilled ink, deepening from twilight lavender at the horizon to near-black at its zenith, pierced by the first pinprick stars. Fireflies blinked their yellow-green signals in erratic patterns around us, hovering just above the plants, while crickets and katydids rasped their urgent, sawing rhythms from hidden places in the darkness.
I took Nicole’s warm hand in mine and led her to the front of the car, my palms sliding over the smooth curve of her hips before lifting her small frame onto the hood of the Escort, her bare bottom making a soft thump as it met the warm metal. The hood ticked and pinged beneath her, the engine cooling in metallic whispers as I stepped between her parted thighs, leaning in to kiss her. Our mouths met, lips parting, tongues sliding against each other, seeking, twirling, exploring each other’s mouths with carnal need. It was thrilling to be completely naked with Nicole under the vast dome of sky, a delicious feeling of exposure, of being on display for the whole world, even if the whole world was nothing but bean fields, some insects, and a few cows fifty yards away in the dark.
Nicole’s skin looked even paler, almost luminous, in the moonlight, thin blue veins faintly visible along the curve of her breast as I bent my head to suckle her left nipple, her hands threading through my shaggy hair.
My thumb traced the line of the faint birthmark on the side of her stomach while my lips trailed kisses down her soft abdomen. As I spread her thighs apart, venturing lower, Nicole leaned back on her elbows, her heavy-lidded eyes watching me with raw desire, before surrendering completely and lying back onto the warm hood. Her gaze drifted upward to the vast canopy of stars as my mouth found her pussy, her inner lips a glistening rose-pink against alabaster skin, delicate and exposed to the cool night air.
I took my time, slowly lapping at her with the flat of my tongue, then the tip, exploring every ridge, every silken crease, savoring the tangy-sweet nectar that coated my taste buds. Her scent, musky, intimate, intoxicating, filled my nostrils as I breathed her in deeply. I flicked deliberately at her hood, coaxing her small, pearl-like clit to reveal itself. “Yes, right there… fuck… yes,” her voice climbing as the rhythm of my tongue set her rocking gently on the sloped metal. There was a primal exhilaration in hearing her grow louder, her unrestrained moans echoing across the empty fields, knowing the risk that her cries might carry through the stillness to the glowing farmhouse windows in the distance.
Her need became a living thing between us, desperate and demanding, her pelvis lifting for more contact, thigh muscles quivering on either side of my cheeks, toes curling and uncurling against the night air. “Please put your cock in me,” she whimpered, her voice breaking with that half-sobbing plea that always unraveled something deep within me, that vulnerable surrender that made my erection painfully throb.
I eased myself up and aligned my member, feeling her heat and wetness on the tip. I looked down at her beautiful face; her brows above her large brown eyes were drawn together, her plump lips parted, her breath coming fast in anticipation. I began to penetrate her with one slow push, her tightness a perfect yielding pressure enveloping me. I felt her legs locking behind my lower back, ankles cold against my skin. Nicole sat up, lacing her fingers behind my neck, pulling me towards her, and pressing her forehead to mine, our breath intermingling as I began to fuck her in long, deep strokes.
I gripped the soft flesh of her hips, my fingers sinking in, anchoring her against the car’s hood. My thrusts found a steady rhythm, the slap of flesh on flesh echoing across the open expanse like a primitive drumbeat. I looked down between us, mesmerized by the hypnotic jiggle of her breasts with their pink, pebbled nipples and the shaft of my cock as it effortlessly disappeared into her flushed pink folds, emerged coated in her arousal that caught the silvery moonlight, and then disappeared again. Breathless, she murmured, “I love watching your cock going in and out of me. Don’t stop, please don’t ever stop fucking me.” The tone of her voice, the raw need that revealed her complete surrender, sent a shudder through me. We were out in the open, naked as Adam and Eve, our sweaty bodies merging under the watchful stars, grunting and panting like animals, utterly, gloriously alive.
Nicole slumped forward and nuzzled into the hollow of my neck, her grip on my nape fierce. She made these little hitching noises with every movement, nose pressed to my skin, inhaling and muttering things I could only half-catch: “my pussy is yours,” and “yes, yes, oh god, yes,” and “please, please cum inside me.” She writhed against the slope of the hood, her thighs locked so tight I could feel the tremor of her approaching orgasm. She threw her head back, “Oh Jesus fuck, oh my god.” Her voice cracking on the last word, as her whole body tensed, every muscle drawn taut, her pussy clamping down hard on my shaft.
The sight of her face contorted in pleasure, the sound of her mewling and primal cries, the outdoor prehistoric ecstasy of it all, was too much. I pushed into her silkiness one final time and exploded, my ass cheeks flexing hard, my toes curling against the dry, cracked dirt surface as I felt each pulse emptying me, pumping my seed into her depths. The euphoria of what we just did, fucking out in the open on the hood of the car with the cows and fireflies as witnesses, seemed to crash over both of us at the same instant. We began to laugh, halfway out of breath and reeling, our bodies still joined as we trembled together like the carefree teenagers we were.
Nicole released my neck and lay back, fuck-dazed, on the cooling hood, slender arms stretched out in a crucifix of shamelessness. I just gazed at her in wonder, her smooth legs still wrapped around my waist, keeping me snug inside her, watching her breasts rise and fall in syncopation with her slowing breath.
She tilted her head to look at me, her eyes liquid pools of dark chocolate in the moonlight, and reacted to the expression on my face. “What?” she asked, a little bit of self-consciousness in her voice, teeth catching her bottom lip.
I gave her a small smile, the words I wanted to say, to let her know how I felt about her, how happy she made me, swelling in my throat like a physical ache. “Nothing,” I finally managed, swallowing everything else back down. “I’m just glad you came to visit.” My fingers traced along the side of her breast, down her side, and across the curve of her hip, memorizing her, knowing she’d be gone again in two days. The night air between us seemed to vibrate with everything unsaid. I looked back over my shoulder, breaking the moment with a chuckle, “I think my butt is getting chewed up by mosquitoes.”
“Well, we don’t want that,” she laughed and released her legs from around me. I took her hands and helped her sit up, wrapping my arms around her, feeling the pleasure of skin against skin, and kissed her, deeply, passionately, before reluctantly pulling apart, my softening cock slipping free of her warmth. Nicole hopped down from the hood, her bare feet landing softly on the packed dirt, and we gathered our scattered clothes from the car’s interior.
We dressed in comfortable silence, the kind that comes after intimacy, trading dopey grins as we began tugging on our clothes. Nicole’s ponytail had come loose somewhere during our escapade, and she gathered her dark hair back up, her arms raised in a sexy way that made me want to fuck her all over again. I pulled my faded t-shirt over my head and watched her wipe a thin rivulet of cum off her inner thigh with her underwear.
“I’m not putting these back on,” she announced, holding them up with a mischievous grin before tossing them at me and shimmying into her denim shorts. I caught her panties and brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply, earning a playful smack on the arm. “You’re such a perv,” she teased, but her eyes sparkled with delight.
We climbed back into the Escort, and I reached over, opening the glove box and stuffing my trophy inside, a secret souvenir of our evening. I turned the key, the engine coughing twice before catching, and carefully navigated the rutted farm road back toward the main highway.
“So now do you wanna catch a movie or go bowling?” I asked with a smirk.
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