1. Adrenalin


    Date: 8/22/2015, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: Wilful, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    her window at the oncoming cars, I took the opportunity to sneak a peek at her legs. The hem of her shorts had risen high up her thighs. Her creamy skin almost glowed in the sunlight, and her toned muscles flexed tantalisingly with the pressure she held on the clutch. Of course, she caught me again. My face burned as she glared at me over the top of her sunglasses. The corners of her mouth pulled back in a bemused smirk. She snorted, then shook her head. “So… um…what do you think about that trawler?” I swallowed, trying to change the subject. “I think it’d make a pretty good dive site.” “Yeah, it’s not bad,” she said, pulling out onto the single-lane highway. “I’m a bit worried about all those nets and cables though. They’re a real snagging hazard. We’ll talk to the salvage guys and see what they think.” The reality was that it would probably be easier, and therefore cheaper, to raise the trawler entirely. Not only would the kilometres of nets and lines need to be recovered if the wreck was to be left in place, but all its fuel would need to be pumped out as well before it contaminated the Marine Park. That was a much more delicate operation than just floating the vessel onto a barge and hauling it away. We continued chatting about the wreck and the arduous paperwork we had ahead of us that afternoon as we drove north, the Landcruiser lurching from one sweeping bend to the next. Sunlight splashed on the windscreen through the snarled limbs of eucalypts beside the road. Wild ...
    scrub blurred past too, along with the sporadic coastal buildings in various states of repair. “Can we stop at Berny’s for lunch?” I pleaded like a little boy as we rumbled into Batehaven. George shot me a quick smile and heaved us right at the next set of traffic lights, catching the last of the amber arrow. It was still the school holidays, and the parking around the shops was a nightmare. We both scanned the area for possibilities. Finally eyeing a dumpy family returning to their car across the road from Berny’s, she flicked on her indicator to claim the space. While George’s attention was on the holiday makers bundling themselves into their light-blue Nissan Pintara, mine once again fell to her shapely thighs. “Seriously, Dude, what is with you today?” Her entire face was screwed up in a what-the-fuck expression. “You’re perving way more than usual.” “I stammered, my heart thumping in time with the clip-clop of the indicators. “I don’t know what…‘usual’? What do you mean?” Then, eventually finding something approaching wit, I tentatively offered, “I just have a new-found appreciation for life.” “Yeah, right,” she laughed, easing the car into the empty space. “You’re hopeless.” We climbed out of the car and made our way across the park to the traffic lights. I did my best to avoid eye contact with her as we walked over the grass. But I should have known she wasn’t going to let me off the hook that easily. “I tell you what, why don’t you head over there,” she cocked her head ...