“Hey!” I yelled again, “You ok?” I didn’t get a response. “This should be some drive home.” I mumbled to myself as I started the engine. Xxnx “I want you now.” She gasped as she tried to pull me on top of her. “Sorry, I don’t have a blow drier.” I said, immediately feeling a little silly. I stoked up the fire and cleaned up the dishes from the coffee table. Her pubic hair was blonde like the hair on her head and trimmed in a neat “V” shape just above her sex. Our bodies pressed together, writhing together, dancing to the music of lust and hunger. I caught myself looking at her when she started shivering again. I lay still, not wanting to move, the involuntary throbbing of my stiff rod against her finger, the only movement.
