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Sunday story time
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Sunday story time It has been a while, i have been side tracked with life but damn i think you all deserve a hot little story today. Here you go. It was unbelievably hot in the back of the moving truck. Why anyone decides to move in the summer heat is beyond me. I firmly believe that all moving should be done in the fall. Like everyone should just declare September the month of moving and that is the only time trucks get rented and furniture gets loaded. The rest of the year people just have to suck it up and stay where they are and pretend to be happy with their living arrangements. Anyways the heat was stupidly unbearable. Take an aluminum cube and throw in some heavy furniture and leave out in the blazing sun. Add to that the fact that air didn’t move and you get a recipe for disaster. Now add to it all the underlying<b> sexual tension </font></b>between us and you understand where this might lead. I know that she didn’t mean to drive my arm into the doorframe as hard as she did. I really do. My fingers however are not as understanding as I am however and they continued to shriek at me to get her back. My eyes however were really enjoying what the sweat inducing heat was doing to her tank top. It was wet and gave a tantalizing peak at her cleavage. Suddenly my hand didn’t hurt so much anymore. I had watched her bend and sweat and curse throughout the move. When friends didn’t show up to help her she cursed them. She cursed the heat, she cursed my dumb ass when I moved wrong and was generally quite pissy when it came to her mood. Tempers were short and the heat didn’t help. I can’t tell you how many times I looked skyward for help from the elder gods. Maybe they would send a rain cloud but even they were against me. Instead I was in the back of the truck with a moving Nazi of sorts and I was getting fed up. The fact that her skin kept getting more and more revealed throughout the day was just adding to my frustration. The fact that she was ignoring my advice when it came to moving even though it was clear that she would have saved time and sweat and energy was really pushing my buttons too. Finally bent over an end table and trying to pull something free I had enough. I made my way back to the roll up door and gently pulled it down not quite locking it. With her head down low she didn’t sense the change in lighting. I moved forward and put my hand on her lower back. With the other I put it squarely between her legs and started to massage her. A gasp and a little scream rewarded my effort. She initially moved away but was soon moving back against my hand. I think she needed this as much as I did. My arms were covered in sweat and soon I had enough and just removed her shorts from her hips leaving her own skin tantalizingly in front of me. There was no time for romance or gentleness now. I was rock hard and moving on instinct. The truck smelled deeply of her desire and pushing my own shorts down I shuffled forward cock in hand and sank into her. It was like being in a furnace inside a furnace. If I wasn’t sweating earlier I would have been just encountering something so hot and wet. Furiously I sawed back and forth and fucked her for all I was worth. Too much frustration had built up and this was an effort to release some of that tension. My hands slipped over her hips and pulled her back against me. Over and over again I filled her and she took it all and thrust back against me. Sweat flew from our bodies and started to puddle in places. It wasn’t long and soon I was in my final strokes. I felt my groin catch fire and I was spraying the inside of her with long hot jets of me. When I came to my senses I found myself leaning against the inside of the truck. She had simply rolled over onto her back and was staring at me. I couldn’t tell if the gaze was disappointment or anger or what. I certainly didn’t expect her to whisper. “It’s about fucking time. Now let’s go shower like civilized perverts.” |
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dont forget sweaty too.
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