[The storm ends up in smoke. Literally gone up. Erotic Beginnings for Tim will surely have this story joining the ranks of the Missing Chapters sought to excite.]
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Fanny's phone rang from the bottom of her purse.
Joss' number came up. She let it go into voice mail.
“Don't stop Tim.” She bleated in his ear.
Instantly he stiffened inside her. She guided his other hand up to her breast.
“Fanny you feel... so wonderful...so tight...so wet...so incredibly...” Accenting each SO with a thrust, Tim found himself lost in her pleasure. Amazed at her dominion.
“Don't talk...just keep doing that.”
Fanny let herself feel again. Let herself reign. It had been years. She pushed his hand down to stroke her swollen lust.
The cab windows opaque with steam, shamelessly alone in their storm, the pair fed on each other. Renewing her forgotten passion. Igniting his. Fanny let lost years burn with every thrust.
A pair of headlights from nowhere made the inside of the truck roof glow. The county ambulance rushed by them silently. The red and yellow lights swirling. The siren from atop the water tower screamed into rotation afraid of the looming threat, on and on it went.
Until it stopped.
Nothing. Eerily, the storm had exhausted its bounty.
Everything went quiet, except their pulsating hearts, pounding in their ears. Satiated, the couple lay, drained of sense.
Tim slid over releasing her from his weight. The anxious heat unbearable, he rolled down the window to get some prospective. Wasn't he suppose to have a smoke or something.
Fanny reached down, somewhere under the seat lay her discarded panties. Carefully she folded them, tucking them into her purse next to the phone. Her boars head brush smoothed away the dishevelment and the red lip gloss painted her back to perfection.
“Well Tim.” She reached for her phone, her eyes ablaze.
“Yes, Mrs. Johnson.” Tim remembered Mr. Johnson’s leer and the smell of his hand rolled cigarette. He opened the glove compartment looking for the old leather pouch. A black leather string held the lighter safe inside the flap along with twenty or so, neat white sticks.
Before she could stop him the lighter flicked open.
He drew in a long confident breath and held it while she spoke.
“Well Tim,” Fanny noticing the callers number. “Ice cream and Goats. It was a wonderful meeting don't you think?” She leaned in to inhale from his lips. This study of hers, had just emulsified.
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