Washed Out Resolve

With one smooth swift move, he pulled her leggings and thong off of her with authority and strength. His efforts was rewarded with a giggle and playful bite of her lower lip as she cocked her head to one side.

Her mind screamed at her to compose herself. This was not the time. This was just not the time. Flipping over onto her tummy to avoid looking at his silly hiking ensemble, and to avoid liking him more, she tried to hold still. The giggles and hopes for love making was too much. Evelyn felt him looking at her tush. So, adjusting her “Pose” for his viewing pleasure, she threw in a small wiggle of her tush for added measure while suppressing her urge to move her hind quarters back towards him… her mind wanted to continue thinking about going home. That resolve was all but washed out in her waves of pleasure and anticipation as she heard him throw his clothing to the ground.

Evelyn had no idea what was coming next. She was on the edge. It was time Alex showed her how to trust him hanging her over that edge. She watched his body through the mirror. He was not in as much bad shape as she had once thought. Sure, his choice of hiking gear was suspect, but beneath it, what manner of strength had she missed? Her desk jockey had more to offer than she had ever imagined.

All that thinking while Alex took his break allowed Evelyn to get hit with a wave of sadness. This fairytale moment was not hers to have. This was torture. He was wrong for doing this to her. This could not continue. This was madness.

Evelyn propped herself up and sat up quickly with a commanding posture, ignoring the pleasure she was still feeling. She had to take control of the situation. This was not going to end in disappointment for her this time around. If there was going to be any playing around in the bed, she was going to pin him and take from him her due. She was going to ride him like there was no tomorrow and her life depended on squeezing every drop of living juice from him. This was going to happen on her terms.

She watched him watching her silently and way to composed. She parted her legs to send him an invitation. She knew his style. He was ready to plunge in and was just denying her that view. She knew that Alex was going to last a short time and would end with a massive grin on his face. No, not this time around. She was going to have the grin.