Indy Layover: Muscle & Desire

The rain hammered against the windshield, blurring the neon lights of Indianapolis into a smeared, pulsating mess. Six hours. Six agonizing hours since I’d last seen him, six months of aching anticipation and feverish thoughts, all culminating in this moment. J was back from Afghanistan, and I was going to make the most of his six-hour layover. I’d meticulously planned this encounter, pulling out every weapon in my arsenal of seduction. My outfit was the first step – a sheer, crimson slip dress, barely clinging to my curves, paired with a delicate lace bralette that offered just enough tease. High-heeled boots, black as midnight, completed the look, adding an extra dose of allure. As I pulled into the airport parking lot, a wave of nervous excitement washed over me. This was it. The moment I’d been dreaming of.

I practically leaped out of the car, eager to run my fingers through his hair, to feel his familiar scent on my skin. He was leaning against the curb, looking impossibly handsome in a worn leather jacket and jeans. The rain plastered his dark hair to his forehead, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity of his gaze. It was the same captivating look that had stolen my heart months ago, a look that still made my pulse quicken. The air crackled with unspoken desire.

“J!” I breathed, my voice a husky whisper. As I rushed towards him, I could feel my body heating with anticipation. When I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close, the scent of sandalwood and something uniquely him filled my senses. His muscles tensed beneath my touch, a delicious reminder of his strength. The kiss that followed was electric, a desperate plea for connection, a longing for the physical intimacy we’d both craved.

“You look incredible,” he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with desire. The words sent a shiver down my spine. It wasn’t just the clothes, although they certainly contributed to the effect. It was the way he looked at me, the way he held me, the way he made me feel – completely, utterly desired.

“I’ve missed you so much,” I confessed, pulling back slightly to meet his eyes. The rain continued to fall, drumming a primal rhythm against the asphalt. It felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of us, lost in the heat of the moment.

“I’ve missed you too,” he replied, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. As we stepped into the car, I felt a surge of power, a sense of control. The keys were practically begging to be handed over. I relinquished them with a playful smirk, letting him take the wheel.

“You drive like a maniac in Afghanistan,” I said, leaning back against the seat, watching him navigate the city streets. “Let’s see if you can handle the highways of Indiana.”

He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. “You’re on. But don’t expect me to slow down.”

As we sped down 271 E, the anticipation grew with every mile. My mind raced, conjuring up images of what awaited us. I wanted to feel his body against mine, to lose myself in the pleasure of his touch. The thought alone made my breath catch in my throat.

Suddenly, an idea struck me, a reckless, exhilarating notion that sent a shiver of excitement through my veins. “Have you ever had road head?” I asked, my voice laced with a mischievous glint.

His eyes widened slightly. “No,” he admitted, a hint of hesitation in his tone.

“Well, you’re in for it then!” I declared, pushing off the seat and straddling his lap. My legs opened, exposing my bare skin to the elements and, more importantly, to his gaze. I began to slowly stroke his stiffening cock, my fingers tracing the ridges and curves with deliberate pleasure. The heat intensified, radiating from his body, sending waves of anticipation through me.

I wore a simple black thong, clinging to my body like a second skin. It was a deliberate choice, designed to heighten the sensation, to make him feel every inch of my body. The rain continued to fall, washing away any trace of inhibitions. I wanted to feel completely uninhibited, lost in the moment, consumed by the raw, primal desire that surged through me.

As I stroked him, I reached over and began to unbutton his jeans, pulling them down slowly and deliberately. The movement was deliberate, slow, and designed to build the tension even further. The sight of his exposed, glistening flesh sent a jolt through my senses. I continued my ministrations, my hands moving with increasing speed and urgency.

The rain intensified, creating a chaotic soundtrack to our encounter. Other drivers honked their horns, their frustration mixing with envy as they witnessed the spectacle unfolding in the back of our car. We didn't care. We were lost in our own world, a world of lust, desire, and unbridled pleasure.

My clit began to throb, demanding attention. I placed my hand on his head, gently stroking it while simultaneously using my other hand to rub his hard shaft. The pleasure was exquisite, a symphony of sensations that left me breathless. My body arched and contorted, responding to his every movement. The rain pounded against the windows, mirroring the rhythm of my pleasure.

Finally, he plunged deep inside me, his cock finding its way into my gaping throat. The sensation was overwhelming, a rush of heat and pleasure that threatened to consume me. I swallowed hard, trying to maintain control, but the pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming. As he thrust deep inside me, I felt a sharp, intense pain as I involuntarily choked, swallowing every drop of his cum. The world spun around me, a blur of rain, lights, and sensation.

I gasped for air, struggling to breathe, but the pleasure continued, unrelenting and insistent. When he finally withdrew, leaving me drenched in his seed, I felt a profound sense of satisfaction. I had surrendered completely to the moment, lost myself in the exquisite pleasure of his touch.

He patted my butt, a playful gesture that sent shivers down my spine. "Raincheck," he murmured, his voice husky with pleasure. "I'll get you later, babe!"

As we pulled back onto 271 E, I leaned against him, exhausted but exhilarated. The rain had slowed to a drizzle, and the neon lights of Indianapolis seemed to shimmer in the wet air. We were just two people, lost in the heat of the moment, united by a shared desire for pleasure and connection. And as I looked into his eyes, I knew that this was just the beginning. The memory of our encounter, the feeling of his touch, would linger long after we had parted ways. The rain continued to fall, washing away the last traces of the encounter, leaving behind only the lingering scent of desire and the promise of another unforgettable night.

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