Stardust Desert Lust

There was a moment where neither of us moved. The air between us felt thick with obvious desire. His eyes met mine and I knew it was my final chance, one last opportunity to back out. Then he stepped forward, shattering the mist of suppressed need between us, and I knew that chance was gone.

His body was pressed to mine and his arms around me and the tree. A small gasp escaped my lips but he captured it with his own, pressing his lips to mine. It wasn't a soft, tentative first kiss. No. It was hot, hungry, eager. His tongue pushed past my lips and I met it with my own. Any thoughts of regret or hesitance fled my mind as I rested my arms around his waist, pulling him closer as we kissed.

The kiss broke momentarily for us to catch a breath, but only just long enough before it began again. I lifted a leg to wrap around his hip, pulling him into me, sandwiched between his body and the tree, I just wanted to be closer.
 
Her hands around my belt drew our hips together and the contact hastened my hardening. When she lifted her thigh up, I ran my hand along it, up around the curve of her ass and up under her shirt to find the flesh above her waist. She was hot to the touch and smooth as silk. My fingers continued up, pressing into her soft skin, up over her ribcage and along the wire of her bra.

"I can't help myself," I whispered. "You're so sexy."

I nipped at her lips a few times before diving back in to taste her tongue again, muffling her breath as I did so. The weight of her breast settled into my palm as I cupped it causing me to quietly moan into her mouth in anticipation. My cock was full and thick and with her leg raised and her groin exposed I ground up against her as I tugged at her nipple through the fabric of her bra. Her shirt tussled about as my hand worked beneath.
 
His hand slid over the back of my thigh, my ass, and then around and under my shirt. I melted into his touch, moaning into the kiss as his hand found and covered my right breast. He didn't waste any time finding my sensitive nipple through my bra, teasing and tugging it.

I felt his erection pressed between my legs, thick and hard and I couldn't resist rocking against it. We kissed hotly, hungrily as our bodies moved instinctively. I broke the kiss with a moan, dragging my lips along his jawline, down over his neck, kissing and nibbling.

My hands slid under his shirt, sliding up his back, scratching lightly along his flesh as he ground into me. My own shirt had slid upward from his ministrations, the rough bark of the tree scraping up my own back. I barely felt it, I just wanted more.

At this point, I didn't know if we'd even make it back to the hotel. And I didn't care.
 
It was all happening so fast. At a hundred miles an hour we hurtled towards a head on collision of lust and neither of us had any thought of hitting the brakes. Her mouth on slid along my jaw and I felt her hot wild breath in my ear. Her nails traced my back, beginning to scratch that itch of want that could only finish inside her.

It was not the most comfortable of positions for either of us but the impromptu nature of our hasty coupling was far too hot to break off. I had to figure out the logistics of this. The heat of her arousal below called to me. I let her leg down and tugged at her waistline. It unfastened with a pop. I worked down the fly and slipped my hand into the damp heat of her mound but there wasn't quite enough room for full access. With her leaning back against the tree I shoved my tongue back into her mouth as I took her by the hips and started pulling her jeans down. I probably should have coxed them all the way down but I was a bit impatient. Once they got halfway down her thighs my fingers dug into her soft ass as I pulled her hot crotch up against mine. My hard length under my own jeans rubbed up against her damp panties, hoping to strike her clit in the lustful chaos.
 
Thankfully, he didn't waste any time unzipping my pants pushing his hand into them. I was desperate for his touch. I was granted only a brief brush of his fingers over my smooth, wet lips before he retreated to gain better access. After he'd managed to work my pants down to my thighs, I was shoved back against the tree, his crotch pressing into mine.

I moaned at the feel of the solid, thick bulge of his erection pressing against my aching pussy. With my pants still up, I couldn't open my legs much but his grinding against my mound was creating exquisite sensations.

I grabbed the hem of the back of his shirt, pulling upward, breaking the kiss only long enough to pull it over his head. I let it drop to the ground, my hands spreading over his broad chest and abs.

Wriggling my hips, I managed to get my pants to the ground, slipping out of them. My legs parted as i pulled him closer by his belt loops. Our hips ground together and I gasped as his length came in direct contact with my swollen clit, giving me just the right amount of pressure.

"Ah fuck..." I breathed, breaking the kiss and burying my face into his neck as my body rocked into his.
 
We were electric. She yanked at my shirt and soon it was on the ground somewhere in the dark. Then she stepped out of her jeans and pulled me into her by the waist leaving us both half-dressed in our hasty desire. We kissed, hot and sloppy with open mouths and my hands moved back up the flesh of her flank, past her ribs and around her back. With a quick flick her bra came loose and her tits fell free. My palms came around to massage them, warm soft and more than just handfuls. They were fabulous, and everything that I thought they might have been when I first imagined them under that loose clothing in the afternoon. My mouth nipped its way along her jaw and down her neck as I pushed her top up enough to lean down and get my lips around her areola. I rubbed my tongue over her nipple a couple of times and then took it gently in my teeth. While my left arm wrapped around her hot body to brace her, my right hand supported her breast, cupping it upwards. My face indulged in its heavenly flesh.
 
I had never felt such intense desire before. Every kiss, nibble and touch drove me crazy. He deftly unhooked my bra and it fell loose around my tits. It was soon pushed out of the way though as his hands came up to cup them. My hard nipples pressed against his palms and my head fell back against the tree as he massaged my heavy breasts.

"Oh God..." I moaned softly as his lips closed around one sensitive bud, flicking it with his tongue before taking it gently between his teeth. As he suckled and nipped, creating such divine sensations, a flood of liquid heat gushed between my legs.

My hands came down between us, desperately working at the button of his pants. Finally, I unhooked them and pulled the zipper down over the hard bulge. I slipped a hand into them, pushing under his boxers until I found the rock hard, silky smooth flesh. My fingers wrapped around it, grasping firmly. I shuddered at the though of it filling me. I stroked slowly from base to tip while he continued his talented mouth and tongue on my nipples.
 
I could feel the night air on my balls as she worked open my fly and began fondling me. I narrowed my stance so that my jeans and boxers could slip down more easily but Samantha kept pulling my hips close by the belt loops. I gave my hips a shimmy until the cool air found my buttocks and thighs.

I lifted her thigh around my waist again and my hot cock pressed and smeared against her wet bush. We kissed, open-mouthed and licking and I braced her ass to press hard against her, rubbing the underside of my prick back and forth over her mons hoping to hit the most sensitive parts. I moaned with the pleasure and the anticipation of entry. her wetness was already slickening the underside of my shaft.

Spreading my feet as far apart as my jeans would allow, I gave her body a rough heft, to get her entrance below my glans. After a couple of tries, the tip found the hole and caught traction. I eased her down and pushed my pelvis up.

"Ohh yeahhh," I whispered with a moan as she sank down onto me. I was in her with nothing between us.
 
I gasped and clung to his shoulders when I felt his hot, hard cock rub against my wet lips. His strong arms pushed me upward, my legs wrapping around his waist until finally, I felt the head of his hardness press against my opening.

"Oh my God..." I breathed as he started to push into me, stretching me deliciously until I was fully impaled on his thick shaft. My legs locked behind his hips, pulling him even deeper, my vaginal walls gripping him tightly.

I looked down into his eyes, leaning my head down to kiss him hotly, my hips beginning to move of their own accord, rocking on him as he moved inside me. "Fuck...you feel incredible."
 
The look in her eyes was pure want. I probably had the same look only more authoritative. I was in command. She couldn't resist me. I couldn't resist her either, but I had no reason to. She did. Samantha had a ring on her finger. That only made it sexier for me.

She was hot around my cock. With one arm bracing her lower back and the other supporting her ass I jammed myself up into her as best I could, grunting with each effort. The angle of penetration was so intense. The rest of her weight was leaning back against the tree. The harder I shoved the more it shook, the boughs and leaves swishing rather loudly. In fact loud enough that it risked us being heard back in the parking lot. I was also thinking that her back might be getting scraped up by the bark although she wasn't complaining or showing any signs of such discomfort. Maybe her skin was protected by her top that was bunched up around her shoulders. I wasn't sure. I wedged myself up in her and held us there for a moment, panting to catch my breath. Half-clothed as we were just made our passion seem seem more desperate.

I wanted to say something, but there were no words, only lust. My heavy breath huffed into her ear. Then I tightened my core and hoisted her off the tree and tight against me. Slowly I knelt down, then supporting her in my lap with one arm, reached back with the other to lie myself down in the dirt. It was still a bit warm from the heat of the day. Pulling her down over me, she was nothing but a silhouette shrouded in a backdrop of stars now. Her face was lost in black, but I could feel the strands of hair that had fallen loose of her tie-up spill gently upon my chest as I pulled her down towards me. Then my hands traced up her ribs to fondle the soft round curves of her dangling breasts, invisible to my eyes but sensed intimately by my touch. I groped indulgently and moaned.

Lifting my hips I shoved upwards, deep into her pussy and held it there. Then I relaxed and did it again. Soon I was grinding into her with a deep slow undulating rhythm. My hips rocked against Samantha's thighs as I fucked her in the desert dust.
 
I didn't know what it was about this man, that he could make me feel such intense lust, such desperate need. But at this point it didn't matter. There wasn't time to analyze what was happening. There was only time to just let it happen. I was clinging to him, my arms around his neck, nails clawing at the expose skin there, eager for more off him.

Vaguely, I sensed the bark of the tree scraping my back, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure I felt, the friction of his thick cock filling me over and over again. I gasped when he pulled us suddenly back from the tree and lowered us to the ground. How we managed not to fall or disengage, I don't know, but I looked down at him now, my thighs straddling his hips.

I groaned loudly when he bucked up into me once, twice. Slowly he began to move and i moved with him. Both of us rocking and grinding together, feeling every sensation. I moved to a straighter sitting position. I looked down at him, lust filling my vision as I rode him.

I took his hands in mine and brought them up my torso to my breasts, aching for his touch there as I rocked against him. My hips started to move faster, leaning back a little to give myself room to bounce a bit, one hand moving down to rub at my swollen clit.
 
I let her ride for a couple of minutes, just relaxing and enjoying her loving pussy. It was still and quiet with no wind in the trees. Only the distant intermittent sounds of the tires of passing cars on the highway pavement. One would swish by and then silence. Then a moment later another, and more silence. In between of course was our ragged breath, her moans and my occasional grunts of pleasure. There was only us.

Her hips girated atop of mine, rolling her clit against me and causing trembles in her core. My hands reached up to play with her tits. I couldn't stop them from groping them indulgently, gathering the soft flesh into my palms, then tugging at the nipples and repeating. After a while it became too much. I needed to feel her against me, her tits on me.

Taking her gently by the elbows I coaxed her down over me, hair spilling, breasts dangling low until they brushed my chest. I squeezed them together, then let then fall again, pooling on me. It nearly left me breathless. Wrapping my arms slowly around her I pulled her down against me, crushing her sexy tits to me. It was so hot. I starting thrusting up into her again, harder and harder with each stroke. Some of her wetness ran down around the edge of my sac. The moist line felt cool as the night air licked at it. I dug my feels in as best I could and fucked upwards into her hot wet slit that squeezed around me.
 
Every little move created exquisite pleasure within me as my clit ground against his pelvis. My head fell back and I moaned aloud when his hands found my tits. God, he knew just how to touch me. Hot bolts of intense pleasure soared from my nipples to my core and I clenched around him as we moved together.

We were both sweating, moaning, gasping for breath. He pulled me down, my chest pressed against his own. In this position, he would do most of the moving. And he did. I cried out as he started to pound into me harder, rocking my body against his. I couldn't resist pressing my lips to his in another hot, intense kiss, muffling the loud moans that escaped me.

The change in angle allowed him to hit my gspot perfectly. That combined with the pressure of my clit grinding on his pelvis was drawing me close to orgasm. My body tensed, my pussy gripping his cock tightly. "Oh...fuck! I'm so close!" I cried out just before the first surge of my orgasm hit. It was one of the most powerful climaxes of my life, cutting my cries off as I came almost soundlessly, spasming around his cock over and over. My nails gripped into his flesh, clawing as I rode out the tumultuous waves of pleasure while he still pounded into me.
 
I'm so close!"

I was close too but didn't want to cum yet. Still the trembles of her body urged me on and I couldn't help myself but to grind up into her clit. She fell silent as she held her breath a moment and then I could sense her orgasm in the grip of her fingers digging into me. Her juices forced out in waves by my stabbing ran down my sac. Now she was so wet I could go at her without cumming.

Taking her in my arms I rolled her over in the dirt. My lips brushing hers in the dark I shoved my tongue deep into her mouth while I reached back with my right arm and propped her hot thigh up, exposing her pussy to my thrusts and started pounding, lifting my ass up and letting gravity bring my pelvis down upon her. The beautiful fleshy sound of my hips smacking into her thighs filled the night air around us. My shaft bore into her, skin against hot wet skin. I broke the kiss to whisper in her ear.

"It feels so good inside you," I told her.
 
I was still riding out my orgasm when he suddenly rolled us over, my back pressing into the soft ground beneath us. God, this man could kiss. My tongue met his in a demanding kiss, my nails clawing at his back as he pushed deep inside me. My legs wrapped around his hips but he pushed my thigh back even further, opening me for a deeper pounding.

"It feels so good inside you." He breathed into my ear and I groaned in agreement. I pushed my hips up to meet him, but he has most of the control now.

"I love how your cock stretches me. You feel incredible!" I managed to gasp out. "I want to feel you explode inside me!" My own juices cover my thighs and his, the sounds of our pounding louder and wetter now. My nails are surely leaving marks as they dig into his flesh, transferring the explosive energy I'm feeling into him.
 
"I want to feel you explode inside me!"

Oh, she had no idea. My core was beginning to spasm and this was reflected in my grunting moans. Our groins ground together, matted in grimy sweat and juice. The scrapes that she was leaving on my back stung from exposure to the air and made me grit my teeth. I drove in deep and held myself there, grinding hard to find the spot that pressed her clit the best. Then I released the pressure with a groan and drove in again.

"Hold me," I gasped into her ear as I slipped an arm beneath her, sliding through the dirt to grasp her by her opposite shoulder for leverage. Then I drove deep and mashed around for that spot again with another groan. My other hand slid up over her breast and pushed her hair back, then I lifted my mouth to hers. "Hold me while I cum," I said, the words shooting out of my mouth in anxious breath just before shoving my tongue into hers. I shoved in deep and ground her clit one more time and my balls began to pump, one hot spurt, then another, then another, then a couple more, then a couple of short ones. I moaned into her mouth as my core shuddered and my cock kept up the pumping reflex for several seconds well after I had finished depositing my load on her cervix.
 
Each time he shoved in and ground against my clit, I gasped. Sensitive from my recent orgasm, he drove me close again each time.

"Hold me while I cum,"
He gasped just before his lips closed over mine, his tongue diving in. I met it with my own in a passionate kiss, wrapping my legs around him and holding him as close as possible.

When he drove in one last time, it sent me over the edge into another deep orgasm that was soon joined and extended by the feeling of his hot cum bursting inside me. Load after load emptied deep inside me, scorching my walls. I could feel it seeping out to join my own juices on my thighs.

After the last spasms had subsided, I relaxed back into the hard ground, legs and arms still wrapped around him. I felt him softening within me, but made no effort to pull away. I shuddered with the aftermath, swallowing hard and looking up at the night sky. The stars still twinkled there, innocently, as if they hadn't just exploded all around me.
 
We lay in the dust, catching our collective breath. I planted tender kisses on her face as we cooled down. Relaxing lazily on top of her I basked in our mutual satisfaction as her body trembled beneath mine. Another car passed by on the highway in the distance.

We were dirty, or at least certainly our backs hands and feet were. The dust stuck to the perspiration of our skin. My fingers tracing through her hair felt it clinging to the fresh sweaty oil in the strands. I began to soften inside her and as my glans retreated towards her entrance I withdrew with a quivering.

"So," I finally broke the sweet silence. "Do we need a shower?"
 
I sat up slowly as he withdrew and pulled away from me. My body was still shuddering and my mind was whirling as I came down from the high. What had just happened? I wasn't the type of person to do this! I didn't cheat! But yet I just had. And I could never take it back. Yet strangely, I didn't want to take it back.

"Yeah...we probably should. But..." I paused and looked toward the motel. "We probably shouldn't risk walking in together covered in dirt." I pulled myself up off the ground, brushing what dirt I could off of me and looked around for my clothes.

"We should probably go our separate ways though. Unless..." I looked up at him, wanting to invite him to my home, to the home I shared with my husband, the man I loved. I shook my head. "This had been amazing, Doug. But I should really get home. Perhaps, I'll see you tomorrow."
 
We were just shadows in the dark out there, at least a hundred yards from the parking lot. I joined her in scrounging around for our discarded garments. My jeans were still around my ankles so I yanked them up and fastened them. Then I got down and started feeling around. The ground was still warm on the spot where we had fucked. Not far from there I found Samantha's pants.

"Here," I said. "These must be yours." I reached out to her in the dark and we almost bumped into each other. I handed her the pants and pecked her on the cheek. "Do you have your panties yet? You should still have your top and bra though."

"We should probably go our separate ways though. Unless..."

"Well," I began with a smirk unseen in the dark. "If you need a shower, you know where to come find me." I paused before whispering. "Room twenty-three." The I patted her bum sweetly and fondly.

"Now where the hell is my shirt?"
 
My mind was racing as we dressed. My top and bra were still mostly on so I straightened them down, taking my pants from Doug. I found my panties a couple feet away, but i didn't put them on. The dirt on them didn't exactly feel inviting. I pull my pants on and shoved the panties into my pocket instead. I didn't know what I was going to do. I couldn't take back what had just happened, but I could make the decision not to do it again, right? Even as I thought that though, i wasn't too confident in my will to do so. Especially with Doug's offer and reminder of his room number. Not that I'd forgotten.

"I think...I should really get home..." I said softly. "Here's your shirt." I handed it to him. The walk back was mostly quiet, as I had a lot on my mind. "Have a good night, Doug." I whispered, giving him one last hug as we reached the back of the hotel. It took all the willpower I possessed to pull away. I don't know how many times I almost turned around to go back, but when I finally did, he was already inside.

I went home that night, but I didn't leave Doug behind completely. I couldn't stop thinking about him and the mind blowing sex we'd just shared. I felt guilty, but I didn't regret it. I took a long shower and later, as I tried to fall asleep, it was fantasies of Doug that kept me awake. I made myself cum 3 times before I was able to sleep.

The next morning, I arrived at the motel for my usual shift. I dressed in my usual work outfit, but made an effort to look better put together. I kept looking out for Doug, but I didn't see him. Stacia arrived on time at 11 am and I began my rounds, cleaning and replacing items. I saved Doug's room for last and bit my lip as I stood outside his room. Finally, I knocked with my usual call of "Housekeeping!" and waited for a response.
 
In the dim light of the parking lot I got a decent look at her, all dirty and disheveled. A couple of my finger prints were smudged on her cheek and neck and her hair was tussled a bit wild. It was a sexy look. Enough to restart my arousal. I really thought she was going to come in with me, seeing as she actually crossed the small parking lot at my side, risking being spotted. But then she just embraced me warmly before pulling herself away.

I went inside and got undressed. In the mirror I was all dusty. My hair was sticking up at the back and I looked like I'd been out plowing a field all day. As I showered, all the dirt swirled off me and down the drain. I added a beer to the orgasm and the shower that I'd had and felt content, chilling on the bed with a Bruce Lee movie, half expecting a knock on the door after a change in her mind. She never did show. What was her deal? Did she cheat on her husband with random guys that come through town often? And without protection no less. And where was this Mr Hawkins? Did he have any idea how sexy his wife was, hot fleshy curves and full of spontaneous passion? In the end I relented that their marriage was not my business, nor my problem.

The next morning I slept in before wandering out to find some brunch. The weather was the same as the day before so I opted for grey t-shirt and shorts. They weren't kidding. This town all but shut down on Tuesdays. The diner was open and it was half full. It was a classic truck stop type of place serving ham and eggs and such. I ordered the omelette special and extra potatoes.

"You're the guy with the fancy car?" asked the waitress with a shy smile. In this place she wasn't a server, she was a waitress in that throwback type of sense, wrapped in a blue apron that covered most of her tank top and shorts. Thin and not too tall, her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wore thick mascara. She was probably about 21-ish and had a red broken heart tattoo on her right shoulder. Her little gold name tag read 'Brittany'.

"Yeah, I guess," I replied warmly.

"Just passing through?" she inquired. Her accent was definitely local.

"Yep," I nodded. She gave me a lingering grin as she walked to the other end of the counter to top up someone else's coffee. At the table near the window an older grey couple craned their necks my way, curtailing as they saw me catch them looking. It appeared as though I was a bit of gossip going around. Something exotic in their sleepy little alcove carved into this corner of the world.

When I got back to the motel I could see Samantha entering someone else's room with a cart of supplies. She didn't seem to notice me as I let myself in. There wasn't much on TV at that time of day but I found a baseball game and put it on while I cracked another beer and propped myself up comfortably on the bed. The Reds went down in order in the bottom of the fifth when I heard her knock.

"Housekeeping!"

"It's open," I called back.
 
I hesitated a moment and took a deep breath. Exhaling slowly, I pushed open the door. Doug was sitting on his bed, beer in hand, watching tv. Looking hotter than I remembered.

"Hey..." I said softly, closing the door behind me. "I just need to get your used towels and replace 'em."

Jack had placed everything neatly in the basket we had in every room for just that purpose. It was a sign of a frequent, respectful traveler. Most people just threw everything on the floor, or bed, or over the shower stall. I emptied the basket and set about putting out more coffee packets, linens, and finally towels and washcloths in the bathroom.

I should have just left, like he was any other guest in any other room. But he wasn't. And I didn't. "So are you having a good day today?" I asked, standing near the end of his bed, trying to calm my pounding heart.
 
Samantha shut the bright sunlight out as she clicked the door closed behind her, but it still glowed through the dark flowery curtains.

"So are you having a good day today?"

It was such a bland question, merely an excuse to make conversation. Her nerves were obvious, as if she had come back for round two but was unsure if she should cave to her hot desires. She stood there just as pretty and curvy as the night before, and I detected a slight tremble in her voice. I found it sweet and smiled back warmly. New Mexico was neglecting what they had, a desert gem. I turned down the volume on the TV and stood from the bed.

"I'm having the best day that one can have in your little town," I shrugged before making my way to the little kitchenette and took two of the provided paper cups. "Would you like a glass of cognac?"
 
I watched Doug get up and walk over to the kitchenette. Even just the way he moved was sexy. Everything about him drove me crazy. I knew I should just walk away, remove myself from further temptation and forget about him. But I didn't. I knew I couldn't.

"Would you like a glass of cognac?" He asked, pulling out the paper cups.

"I'm sure there's something that says I'm not supposed to drink on the job, but...fuck it, I own the place." I laughed and nodded. "Sure."
 
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