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Hitchhiking to Ecstasy
Date: 8/26/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories
minutes, control your self. This is nuts. He’s a stranger. I swallowed and took a deep breath—my eyes gazing into his. He cleared his throat as he looked at me. “So what kind of painting do you do?” “Oh what kind,” I repeated, as I tried gathering my wits, shaking away my rising lust for him, “a-a-it’s hard to say,” I stammered, feeling foolish. “I do mostly realistic scenes from the city—real urban, kind of gritty,” I said, getting a little of my composure back. “I have a show coming up in the spring.” “That’s great,” he said, smiling, his eyes twinkling. “Very exciting.” I liked his reaction. It seemed so genuine. What a sweet man. “Yes, it's exciting, but I’ve got a lot to do between now and April to get ready,” I said, my wanting him rising again. “I bet,” he said, nodding, glancing at my breasts. He sipped his tea. I lifted my cup, looking at him over the edge. Our gazes met. We were quiet, but I had that hot tingle between my legs again, and knew he sensed the sexual tension building between us, but also knew he wouldn't do anything. I have to do something. I have to, but what? Suddenly, I stood up over his stretched out legs and looked down at him, our eyes fixed on each other. This was it. My tight jeans pressed against my pussy. I still had my boots on. Without a word, I straddled his legs, stretching my legs over him, then sat down, afraid he would push me away, but felt his cock getting hard as I started grinding against him. He grabbed my hips, holding me firmly ...