Her breasts were large and round, with heavy undersides. As he’d been able to tell, her nipples were very large, with wide aureole, and pink. As he’d also suspected, the only reason he’d been able to see them outlined against her shirt was because she had nothing on underneath the garment. She’d planned this ahead of time.
“I know.” She laughed. “I’m a loose woman. We only just met tonight, but you saved my life. That . . . excited me.”
“I don’t think you’re loose,” he said.
“Well,” she said, “I can be.”
She lifted one foot, pulled off the boot, then did the same with the other. As she leaned forward her large breasts swayed. Next she undid her pants and slid them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them away. No underwear there, either, and she had a heavy bush a deeper red than the hair on her head.
Maybe she was loose, but he didn’t care.
“My God,” he said, “you’re beautiful.”
“Now you,” she said.
He took the New Line from his belt and set it on the table, within easy reach.
But that wasn’t all that was within easy reach. Clint put his hands out, but Nadine backed away a few steps, causing a nice jiggle as she did.
“Nuh-uh,” she said. “Your clothes, first.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Clint hopped on one foot and then the other as he took off his boots with some difficulty, but once that was the done the rest of his clothes came off swiftly.
As he straightened and stood in front of her naked, her eyes went to his crotch. His cock was almost at full mast, turning red.
“Oh God,” she said. “Ever since you pulled your gun on those two men I’ve been so excited by you.”
He wondered if that was true, or if the excitement had come before, a result of being threatened. Some women reacted that way in those situations.
She came closer to him now, reached out and loosely took his hard penis in one hand. Slowly, she began to stroke it. Her neck was still dappled with perspiration, so he leaned forward and licked it. She shuddered.
Her smell was now more than perspiration. The scent coming up from between her legs was sharp, and exciting.
She rubbed him with one hand, sliding the other beneath his sack. She found a very sensitive place and ran her fingertip along it, making him catch his breath.
“Just stand still,” she said, and started to go down to her knees.
“Wait!” he said. While the gallery floors were hard wood, back there the floor was packed dirt. He grabbed his shirt and spread it so she could kneel on it.
“Such a gentleman,” she said, kneeling.
“Such a slut,” he said, and she laughed before taking him into her mouth.
He looked down at the top of her head, her shoulders covered with freckles, as she worked him in and out. She wet his cock thoroughly, and the sound of her sucking him filled the room. She moaned, ran her hands up the sides of his thighs, around to his butt, which she gripped tightly, digging her nails in.
She released him from her mouth, but continued to lick him, moaning as she did so, keeping him good and wet.
When he didn’t think he could take it anymore he reached down and slipped his hands beneath her arms. The hair in her pits scraped against his palms, which he liked. He lifted her to her feet and kissed her, a long, deep, wet kiss that seemed to go on forever. She groaned into his mouth, mashing her breasts against his chest as they wrapped their arms around each other. When they parted, the sweat on both of their bodies made a wet sound.
“How strong is this table?” he asked.
“Strong enough,” she whispered.
“Good.”
He lifted her up and put her on the table in a seated position, with her legs hanging over the side. He kissed her mouth, then her neck, then her shoulders and breasts, all the while still licking off her sweat. He stopped at her nipples, large and hard, and sucked on them for a while, as she let her head fall back and moaned.
He pushed her so that she was lying on her back, her legs still dangling. He continued to kiss her, moving down over her belly to the red hair between her legs. Her scent was strong there, inflaming him so that he dug through the forest of hair with his tongue until he found her wetness. She gasped, jerked as if each touch of his tongue sent an electric shock through her. He put his hands on her knees to spread her even more, and pressed his face to her. He invaded her with his tongue and lips, wetting his face with her slick juices as she continued to groan and writhe.
Then her body tensed, her back arched, as if she had actually been struck by a bolt of lightning.
As waves of pleasure coursed through her body he pushed her further up onto the table so that her legs were no longer dangling, and then climbed up to join her. The table groaned, but held.
He spread her legs again, knelt between them and rubbed his hard penis over her, first her thighs, then her belly, finally poking with it at the moist hair that hid her slick pussy. He pushed through and the head of his cock encountered no resistance as he entered her.
She gasped again, this time bringing her legs up to wrap around him.
“Oh God,” she said, “yes.”
“I told you,” he whispered to her, “call me Clint.”
She giggled, but as he started to move in her she gasped again, biting her lip. And then he was pounding in and out of her, truly testing the resolve of the table.
Her hair had come loose and was now framing her lovely face. The cords in her beautiful neck stood out as she fought to match his thrusts, lifting her butt up off the table to meet him.
They began to rock the table, so that the legs leaped off the floor, but it continued to hold. Their bodies became even slicker with sweat, but as their ardor deepened, their passion heightened, until suddenly Clint was arching his back as he exploded inside of her, and they both let out long, guttural moans . . .