Desert Heat


At the start of our little road trip, we decided to take the a shorter route, through New Mexico. To our surprise, it ended up being a long drive, straight through Hell. This small road, snaked through the largest desert that I’ve ever seen. I had no idea, how much longer we had to drive through this. I did not fill up at the last truck stop either and kept worriedly glancing at the gauge . The car started to sputter before long and you tossed me a worried look. “Well,” I said, rolling over to the side of the road and throwing my hands up. “Look’s like we’re empty.” “Shit!” you exclaimed, “We’re in the middle of nowhere and I haven’t seen another car in 20 miles.” “If you want, you can stay here and I’ll hike up the road, see what or who I can find.” “Oh Hell no!” you said. “I’m not staying here by myself, in this hole. I’m going with you.” “Alright,” I replied. “Hop out. There’s some bottled water left in the trunk. Let’s get to hoof’n it.” We must have escort avcılar walked for hours, checking every few miles for a cell signal. The water was about gone. “Still no signal,” I said “It must be 115 degrees out here.” “I can’t take much more of this,” you replied. I glanced around. “There looks like a small group of trees next to that ridge. Let’s just stop and rest there. We can move again when the sun starts going down. It’ll be cooler then.” “Yes, please,” you replied.  We made it to the trees. They didn’t create a lot of shade but it was better than being out in the hot, mid-day sun. There was a large rock next to one of the trees. Removing my shirt and placing it on the ground, I noticed that little smile from you. That one you seem to give me, every time I remove my shirt. Did I detect a little lust behind those eyes? Even in this heat?  You sat down, against the rock. This caused me to look down at your shirt. The blouse, was escort bahcesehir unbuttoned, just enough for me to clearly see the swell of your tanned breasts. Little beads of sweat moved across them, like tiny ice skaters. Unconsciously, I licked my lips. Your beautiful legs, now beginning to turn red from the sun, stretched out from the openings of your short, white shorts. They shimmered as well, from the thin coat of sweat and body oils. You seemed to glow, becoming some kind of seductive angel. I blinked my sweat filled eyes. Was this some kind of mirage? I felt, what was left of my energy and blood, rushing to swell the manhood in my shorts.  “Steve? Steve?” you questioned, “Are you OK?” I kept staring at you, for a few seconds, in my trance like state. “Sit down,” you said, with a worried look. “You look weak.” I knelt down, straddling your legs. Still staring at your eyes and breasts, I replied, ” Oh, I’m just fine.” I grabbed your shoulders, beylikdüzü escort in my strong grip and pulled your lips to mine. I devoured your mouth with powerful kisses. At first, you were shocked and tried to pull away but the deeper my kisses became, the more you dropped your guard. Your body relaxed, as the passion crept over your heated flesh.  The desert was doing something to me. I was feeling every muscle in my body, grow, twitching with power. My shaft, burned and throbbed with raw lust. My senses peaked. I could smell all of you, as if I was transforming into some ancient, primitive animal, driven by some sexual need. Even the smallest moan or sound from you, was magnified, like an amplifier, wired straight into the recesses of my brain.  I grabbed the inside collar of your shirt and pulled. The buttons busted free, flying yards away. I did not stop there, I continued shredding it and tossing it aside. You were scared at first, not recognizing me but something inside you enjoyed this. Your sex was dripping and not all from sweat. It was sending powerful, electric signals back to your brain.  I reached, deep between the crease of your heaving breasts and gripped the center of your bra.