Just Gettin' Started
"OUTSIDE, NOW," WILL GROWLED in my ear and pulled me by my hand. I tripped after him in my silver stilettos, waving merrily at Amelia, who glanced at me, sized up what we were doing, smiled, and then was immediately yanked by Ryan in the opposite direction.
The expressionless bouncer stamped our hands and we went out to the dimly lit parking lot. He'd seen this routine before. Will didn't say anything outside until we got to the truck, when he pressed me up against the side, one arm on one side of me, the other arm on the other, his entire body melded to mine, and said, "All I could think about in there was how I wished it was you doing the lap dance."
"That could be arranged," I said coyly, and wiggled under him.
His dark chocolate eyes turned molten under the orange, sodium-vapor light. Opening the back door of his truck's cab, he ordered, "In. Now."
I clambered in the back seat of his enormous truck. He climbed in after me, sat down on the bench seat, and shut the door.
Before he could open his mouth again, I purred, drunkenly, "You want a lap dance, cowboy? I'll give you one." And I lifted up the skirt of my dress, way over my hips, and shimmied out of my black lace thong, keeping my shoes on. Then I unzipped my dress a little in the back and pulled the shoulders down, showing him my matching bra.
He didn't say a word, just looked fixedly at me, his breathing shallow.
Naked under my hips, with my dress scrunched up around my waist, I straddled him, and he let out a sigh. I grabbed his black cowboy hat and put it on my head, smiling at him. Then, avoiding his face, I kissed his ear, nibbling his earlobe, listening to his groan, then licked and sucked my way down his neck, as I rotated my hips in his lap, then grinded on him, likely getting all of my wetness on his cock, because of course he was hard, and probably had been so for a long time.
Then I got moving, just like the stripper, shoving my bra-clad breasts in his face, running my nails up his torso, gyrating in his lap.
Will could only take this for so long. "We're doing this here," he said, and I nodded, reaching behind, unhooking, and taking off my bra.
Then he unbuckled his dinner plate belt buckle, unbuttoned his pants, and shoved them down so that his straining, now purple cock, leapt free. Once he was situated, I immediately hovered over him and sank down, his cock filling me up all the way.
"Oh, fuck," we both said.
From this angle, he was so big and I was so wet, that every movement felt pleasurable. Every up, every down, every clench of a muscle, every twinge of his cock, every movement to the side or back and forth was an individual sensation.
Phenomenal.
I reached behind him, holding on to the back of the seat, and moved, slow and exploratory at first, then faster and faster, until I was riding him so hard and so fast, my ample breasts bouncing in his face. Then I exploded in pleasure, my body vibrating, screaming, "Yes, yes, yes!"
He grabbed my shoulders and held me down onto him as he came, pumping his release into me, grunting into my ear.
I collapsed in his arms and sucked on his neck as he played with my hair.
After a moment, we both came down off of our high, and I leaned back and looked at him, finally kissing him, and it was a deep, wet, tongue-driven kiss, in which he fully accepted, and which he eventually took over.
And then we broke apart, and I laughed, I wasn’t sure why. Perhaps because I just had sex in the parking lot of a strip club, without caring if anyone saw. Perhaps because Will coming undone was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen. Perhaps because it was fun. Perhaps because I was starting to care about this guy and I loved turning him on.
Perhaps because I was thinking more about our similarities than our differences.
I lifted myself off of him, and got dressed again, straightening myself out as best as I could. Will pulled up his pants and got himself decent. Then he pulled me into a big hug and said, "Let's go find the others."
We left the truck, holding hands, not frenzied anymore, to see Amelia and Ryan leaving the club. I raised my hand and waved, even though they were right there, then ran over to Amelia.
"Where did you guys go?" I asked in a low voice in her ear. "I thought the guards wouldn't let you do anything inside."
"Ryan paid the guard five hundred dollars for a private room and told him to lock the door and look the other way," she answered, in my ear.
He was good.
I high-fived her. "Our plan worked," I whispered.
"Yeah," she whispered back, "but these guys don't need much encouragement."
We headed back to the truck. I was worried about it smelling like sex. But it ended up being no big deal because, meh, we all smelled like sex. Everyone rode quietly to the ranch and Will played country music on the radio.
He turned into Headlands Ranch, but instead of heading to the compound, he drove down a bouncy dirt road that I'd never been on.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Wanna show them a bluff," he answered.
We got to a large dirt area, overlooking the water, with nothing around us except the ocean and the ranch. In the dark, we could hear the crash and return of the waves. Ryan and Amelia held hands, looking out, and Will draped his arms around my waist, standing behind me, his chin on my shoulder, hat left in the car.
I shivered in the nighttime air.
"C'mon," he said, and walked me back to the truck, leaving me at the truck bed. He went to the cab, opened the back door, rummaged around behind the back seat, and came up with a blanket. Then he spread it out on the back of the truck, helped me and Amelia up, and climbed up, followed by Ryan. We all lay in the back of Will's truck, packed like sardines, Will and I spooning, and facing the opposite direction of Amelia and Ryan, who were spooning, and looked at the infinite stars.
Amelia let out a sigh and breathed, "It is so beautiful here."
After a while, quietly, we piled back in the truck, and Will drove us back to the compound. We said goodnight to Amelia and Ryan, who were in a downstairs guest room, and I trudged up the stairs after Will, my sandals in my hand.
When we got to his room, I paused at the doorway and, taking a step forward, asked, "Are we going to sleep now?"
Will answered from inside the bedroom, "Oh no, darlin'. We're just gettin' started."