The Stars in the Sky

Chapter 18: Just Gettin' Started

"Outside, now," Will growled in my ear, and pulled me by my hand. I tripped after him in my silver stilettos, waving merrily at Amelia, who glanced at me, sized up what we were doing, smiled, and then was immediately distracted by being pulled physically by Ryan in the opposite direction that Will was pulling me.

The expressionless bouncer stamped our hands and we went out to the dimly lit parking lot. I was sure that the bouncer had seen this routine before. Will didn't say anything outside, until we got to the truck, when he pressed me up against the side, one arm on one side of me, the other arm on the other, his entire body melded to mine, and said, "All I could think about in there was how I wished it was you doing the lap dance."

"That could be arranged," I said suggestively, and wiggled under him.

His dark chocolate eyes turned molten under the orange, sodium-vapor light, and he opened the back door of his truck's cab, and rumbled, "In. Now."

I climbed in the back seat of his enormous truck, and he climbed in after me, sat down on the bench seat, and shut the door.

Before he could open his mouth again, I purred, drunkenly, "You want a lap dance, cowboy? I'll give you one." And I lifted up the skirt of my dress, way over my hips, and shimmied out of my underwear, keeping my shoes on. Then I unzipped my dress a little in the back and pulled the shoulders down, showing him my bra.

He didn't say a word, just looked fixedly at me, his breathing shallow.

Naked under my hips, with my dress scrunched up around my waist, I straddled him, and he let out a sigh. I grabbed his black cowboy hat and put it on my head, smiling at him. Then, avoiding his face, I kissed his ear, nibbling his ear lobe, listening to his groan, then licked and sucked my way down his neck, as I rotated my hips in his lap, then grinded on him, likely getting all of my wetness on his hard boy parts, because of course he was hard, and had probably been so for a long time.

Then I went to town, just like the stripper, shoving my bra-clad breasts in his face, running my nails up his torso, gyrating in his lap.

Will could only take this for so long. "We're doing this here," he said, and I nodded, reaching behind, unhooking, and taking off my bra.

Then he unbuckled his dinner plate belt buckle, unbuttoned his pants, and shoved them down so that his straining, now purple cock, leapt free, and once he was situated, I immediately hovered over him and sank down, his cock filling me up all the way.

"Oh, fuck," we both said.

From this angle, he was so big, and I was so wet, that every movement was a pleasure. Every up, every down, every clench of a muscle, twitch of his cock, every movement to the side or back and forth was an individual and unbelievable sensation.

It was phenomenal.

I reached behind him, holding on to the back of the seat, and went to town, slow and exploratory at first, then faster and faster, until I was riding him so hard and so fast, my ample breasts bouncing in his face, and then I exploded in pleasure, my body shaking and quivering, and me screaming, "Yes, yes, yes!"

Then he grabbed my shoulders and held me down onto him as he came, pumping his release into me, grunting into my ear.

And then I collapsed in his arms and sucked on his neck as he played with my hair.

After a moment, we both came down off of our high, and I leaned back and looked at him, finally kissing him, and it was a deep, wet, tongue-driven kiss, in which he fully participated, and which he eventually took over.

And then we broke apart, and I laughed, I was not sure why. Perhaps because I just had sex in the parking lot of a strip club, without caring if anyone saw. Perhaps because Will coming undone was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen. Perhaps because it was fun. Perhaps because I was starting to care about this guy and I loved turning him on.

I lifted myself off of him, and got dressed again, straightening myself out as best as I could. Will pulled up his pants and got himself decent. Then he pulled me into a big hug and said, "Let's go find the others."

We left the truck, holding hands, not frenzied anymore, to see Amelia and Ryan leaving the club. I raised my hand and waved, even though they were right there, then ran over to Amelia.

"Where did you guys go?" I asked in a low voice, in her ear. "I thought the guards wouldn't let you do anything inside."

"Ryan paid the guard $500 for a private room and told him to lock the door and look the other way," she answered, in my ear.

He was good, I'd have to give him that.

I high-fived her. "Our plan worked," I whispered.

"Yeah," she whispered back, "but these guys don't need much encouragement."

We headed back to the truck. I was a little worried about it smelling like sex, but since we all smelled like sex, it was no big deal. Everyone was quiet on the way back, and Will played country music on the radio.

He turned into Headlands Ranch, but instead of heading to the compound, he turned right and drove down a bouncy dirt road that I had never been on.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Want to show them a bluff," he said.

We got to a large dirt area, overlooking the water, with nothing around us except the ocean and the ranch. In the dark, we could hear the crash and return of the waves. Ryan and Amelia held hands, looking out, and Will draped his arms around my waist, standing behind me, his chin on my shoulder, hat left in the car.

I shivered in the nighttime air.

"C'mon," he said, and walked me back to the truck, leaving me at the truck bed. He went to the cab, opened the back door and rummaged around behind the back seat, and came up with a blanket. Then he spread it out on the back of the truck, helped me and Amelia up, and climbed up, followed by Ryan. We all lay in the back of Will's truck, packed like sardines, Will and I spooning, and facing the opposite direction of Amelia and Ryan, who were spooning, and looked at the infinite stars.

Amelia let out a sigh and breathed, "it is so beautiful here."

After a while, quietly, we piled back in the truck, and Will drove us back to the compound. We said goodnight to Amelia and Ryan, who were in a downstairs guest room, and I trudged up the stairs after Will, my sandals in my hand.

When we got to his room, I asked, "Are we going to sleep now?"

Will answered, "Oh no, darlin'. That just took the edge off before. We're just gettin' started."