“Who brings Florida clothes for a northern winter trip?”
“You didn’t turn the heat on in the truck, did you?”
“Nope. I wanted the visit down memory lane to be authentic.”
“What a load.”
“You realize this is an anniversary, Joy?”
“Twenty years.” I nudged him with my elbow. “Think we’re flexible enough to do this?”
“Are you kidding? When you told me you were coming to visit, and wanted to ride in the truck, all I could think about was what I wanted to do with you. I’ve been exercising.”
I chuckled. “I remember our first time. You were bigger than I ever imagined. Length and width.”
Bubba opened the truck door and I climbed in. It was cold as he drove to our high school make-out spot. I snuggled up next to him. This truck had been our get away, our place of sexual discovery. I was transported back in time. He parked and I shivered from the temperature and the excitement.
“Bubba, your truck, this place, they hold great memories.”
“I know. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it.”
“I didn’t know if you would give me the time of day.”
“Really, why?” He put his arm around the back of the bench seat and tugged on a strand of hair.
“I treated you like dirt, left without saying good bye, and haven’t really stayed in touch.”
“Hey, everyone knew you weren’t meant to stay.” It was nice to hear him confirm it. “Your momma keeps me posted on the adventures of your life.”
“You make it seem glamorous.”
“Well, compared to hunting, fishing, and field work, it is.”
I laughed. “I couldn’t get away fast enough.”
“Anybody who knew you could see your exit coming a mile away.”
“Bubba, there were things I treasured here with you.”
“You and I had a lot of firsts.”
Bubba rested his calloused hand on my bare thigh, touching familiar territory. The warmth seared me like the first time he touched me. I had to tell him.
“Bubba, you were the first and still the best oral sex, I have ever received.”
“Well, I’m glad that you appreciate my talents. Maybe I’ve improved with age.”
“Is that possible?” I turned and lay down on the seat. I dropped my knees out to the sides as I shifted the material of my skirt.
“Lordy, girl. You are all fancy now, hairless. You aren’t trying to give me a heart attack, are you?”
I shook my head. Bubba pushed me back towards the door as he slid those rough hands under my bare ass and pulled me to his mouth. The past and the present toyed with me and both were hot as hell. Bubba pressed his thumbs into that space by my tendon, which only he knew. Hovering over me, he blew softly on my sex before he dipped his tongue in.
“Hmmm. You still taste like peaches, Joy.”
I wiggled. “You are the only guy to ever say that.”
“You drip like a ripe peach, too.”
“Are you going to keep describing or get back to tasting?”
“Impatient as always, I see.”
Bubba traced my sex with his tongue and pulled my clit between his lips. His tongue danced on it. I wanted to levitate, but his hands kept me where he wanted me.
“You’ve got some new moves, I see.”
“You inspire me.” Bubba used his thumb on my clit, as he tongue drew down into my center. He pushed it, in and out, teasing me of things to come. “Do you still trust me, Joy?”
“You may be the only man I trust.”
“I’m going to make you feel good.”
I am wetter than the first night we tried this. How is this possible twenty years later?
“Let me see your breasts.”
As I pushed up my shirt and unfastened the front clasp of my bra, I felt him spreading my wetness further down my perineum and over my asshole. What exactly did he have planned?
“It’s all good, Joy. I thought we’d share another first together. Let me see you pinch your nipples.”
I clasped each breast in my hands and rolled my nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
“You still do that with such conviction.”
“My nipples are as sensitive as ever.”
“I was counting on that, don’t stop.”
As I lay there working my hands, Bubba kissed my bare skin and then sucked my flesh into his mouth. While his mouth and tongue explored, his thumb went on an adventure inside my wetness. I could feel the lubrication running out of me. He used his forefinger to spread it up and down my rosette. I clawed my nipples as he sucked me and pushed his thumb in and out of me. My panting filled the truck cab.
“Bubba, you’ve got me there. I’m coming.”
His effort intensified like a Florida hurricane. As the orgasm opened me wide, he inserted a finger into my asshole while he pressed his thumb into my vagina. Filled full in two places and with his mouth working my clit, my orgasm could have shattered the windshield. Sheer pleasure. Bubba had done it again. How could I have left this?
I looked up into that handsome face covered in my juices, smiling at me.
“You never disappoint, Joy.”
“What do you want, Bubba?”
“I want you on your knees holding on to the gun rack.”
He tugged his jeans down and that long and wide erection emerged from his pants. I knelt on the bench seat facing the gun rack. My nipples were hard and cold.
“You going to hold on tight?”
He wrapped one arm around my body and squeezed a breast. I gasped. It was like I had buttons on my body that only Bubba knew how to trigger. Pushed up behind me, his erection rocked into the wetness.
“We have chemistry.”
“We were always so good together.”
“Come on. Give it to me, Bubba.”
“I love it when you think you are ordering me around.” He squeezed my ass and shoved his cock in me. He drilled me like it was the first and only time. “Oh, yes, you know the spot. Don’t stop.”
I pushed back as much as he pressed forward and the pace quickened. Brash and hard, we fucked. When that orgasm crashed through me, I held on to the rack. My breasts rode the seam on the back of the seat as I stared at the deer decal.
The irony wasn’t lost on me. I was looking back at the best sex of my life while hanging on to a gun rack, like a deer in the headlights and hoping like crazy I’d get to do it again.
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