With her exposed that way, it seemed like pure physics that her hand went down to her own opening and filled it. Something like the law of gravity. Nature abhors a vacuum, especially when it's as gorgeous as that one.
A shudder rolled through Lucy as she joined in the pleasure I was feeling, moaning along with me. Although with her mouth full of cock, I did the moaning for both of us.
Lucy has gotten off on seeing me enjoy her ministrations. Now, seeing her enjoy herself, I was too aroused to have any more stamina. I exploded and she sucked harder than ever. Before, she'd wanted all of my cock. Now she wanted all of what I spurted, losing none of it to the fact that her mouth wasn't big enough to hold it all.
She got all of it. Then she got more, licking me clean until there wasn't enough to occupy her and she gave in to the draw of my body. Crawling up until she was halfway on my chest before she collapsed down to me, like she was giving in to how much she wanted to touch me, touch me all she could.
One hand returned to my cock; she needed to touch that too. But Lucy didn't try to get anymore stiffness out of it. Just fondled it, reminding herself of its joys, while she kissed the perspiration on my pecs. I'm not the most muscular guy–I think what she really appreciated was how much she'd made me sweat in the middle of a cool night.
She was as peaceful as a woman exhausted, savoring being able to feel me after so long having to hold herself aloof, but it wasn't long until her idle perusal of my member had it responding, hardening enough for her to do something with it. And then she sprang up like there wasn't any contentment in her at all, just a need for more that came roaring back the moment it could.
She drew her legs up to my sides and straddled me, using both hands to get her cheongsam out of the way and show me the twitching readiness of her before I experienced it. As hard as I was, I got harder. Her nostrils flared at the strong musk of me filling the air and she had to have it, I saw it in her, there was no doing without it for Lucy.
Slowly, holding back just enough to convince me she wasn't the wild slut that looked back at me when I met her eyes, she sank down onto my stony length. And with me buried inside of her, she abandoned the pretense of being anything but a whore and reached down to her clit as she had before. She rocked her hips back and forth, totally given over to her lust. Wanting only to please herself after all her patience.
Her nipples were hard enough to make up for how soft the rest of her was, two inches spiking out of her heaving C-cups. I reached up and drew the cheongsam’s thin fabric between her breasts so I could touch the bare skin of her breasts. Her hands stayed down at her groin. I could see from the flush in her cheeks that she enjoyed touching herself more with me joining in.
I lifted the cheongsam up off her head and down her arms. She kept masturbating; I had to pull her arms out of the way to get the cheongsam free of her. After that, though, I couldn't bear to touch her. I put my hands back behind my head to let her get herself off. I think she knew how she wanted to spoil herself; I was just what she was feeding to her need.
Her slender fingers washed down over my cock, admiring it, delighting in how much of it there was to ravish herself with. Her thumbs stayed on her clit, reaping pleasure on top of the satisfaction she took in possessing me. Her arousal was enough to release her tongue, let it run wild with all her kindling urges.
She babbled to me about how turned on she had been: driving around with me, knowing from the way I carried myself that I’d be able to please her. She'd gotten even more turned on thinking of the women I had already been with, that I was leaving behind in favor of her. She'd even imagined me fucking her daughter—that was the last fantasy she'd had before the anticipation was too much. She had to come see me.
And all the time she spoke, her body undulated with the eroticism of what she was saying. Breasts jiggling, sweaty skin gleaming with new coursings of her body, womanhood strangling flesh that couldn't be compacted, no matter how tight she was.
There was only so much I could take; I just tried to stay hard while she got herself off, indulging her body with me. When her orgasm charged through her, taking Lucy to a new plateau of happiness, there was no more resisting her.
I joined in the overwhelming release of her finish, bucking with all I had to let out of me, and I burst until I felt my own seed filling her, washing back onto the girth of my endowment.
Lucy slipped off the last tangling of her cheongsam and fell back onto my chest. Her hands off my prick this time, like she didn't want to tempt herself with indulging in me again.
“I wanted to ask you something, Roy.”
“You sure have a way of getting me to talk.”
“How'd you get so many bruises? They look recent.”
“Worrying about me already?”
“I just want to know you're not trouble. At least, not more trouble than you're worth.”
“I got into a little fight.”
“A little fight? What's a big one to you, the Battle of the Bulge?”
“No one died.”
“You don't want to talk about it, do you?”
“You don't want to hear about me kicking someone's ass.”
“Did you kick his ass?”
“No. But I didn't start it, either.”
“So you were just unlucky?”
“Yeah. Is that better or worse than being trouble?”
“I suppose it depends. Being good at being trouble trumps being bad at being unlucky.”
“And if I'm good at being unlucky? What's that look like?”
“Losing your ride… and getting picked up by me.”
“And your daughter.”
“Yes. And Lia.”
After that, it was over. I could tell. It took a few minutes, but Lucy finally gave herself what she wanted and sat up. Her smile was sad, but it was still satisfied. Or maybe that should be the other way around. I stroked her arm to remind her of how much we'd touched and how it hadn't lost any of its appeal. Not for me, in any case.
“I better get back to my room.”
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”
Her smile lost some of its wariness and she just looked good, not like she was worried about anything. “How am I going to spend another day with you in my backseat, knowing how good it is to let you lay me?”
I helped her pull the cheongsam back into place. “Once that sun comes up, you'll want to be as far from here as possible.”
“As long as I'm taking you with me.”
“If you want more of what I've got, I'll give it to you.”
She tied up her cheongsam and was presentable once more… and more tempting than ever. Maybe it was just knowing that if I wanted to, I could've had her again, another hour of her, and plenty I had yet to do to addict her to me. But I pulsed, feeling my balls between my thighs and knowing they were anything but empty.
But then, if she was going to drive me as far from this desert as I wanted to go, she needed her rest.
“Tomorrow night.” She kissed me goodnight. “Maybe you can drive and I'll reward you for being such a good chauffeur by getting you your own motel room.”
“I don't know. I've been having a pretty good time sleeping in the car.”
She opened the door at her end of the backseat and let herself out. After she closed the door, she kissed the window. Leaving an imprint of her lips on all the fog we'd made.
“See you in the morning, Roy.”
“It is the morning, Lucy.”
“And I'm seeing you, aren't I?”
We could go on forever, trading cutesy bullshit like that, but Lucy was old enough to know when to call it a night, just like I was. She moved quick and in a minute she was back in the motel, just a memory again. A memory and an anticipation.
I shimmied back down from how far I'd climbed up the window and pulled my pants over myself again. Then I rolled down the window beside my head enough to let out some of my and Lucy's air, letting in some that wasn't so… us. Aside from the seedy feeling in my underwear, it could've been all that happened was a dream.