She liked what she saw, I could tell that straight away.
Her breath hitched ever so slightly, and her nipples pebbled under the thin cotton of the dress she was wearing. My eyes feasted on them and my mouth watered.
No bra.
I was sure of it.
Maybe I had been wrong about hippy chicks, maybe they weren’t so bad after all.
I was a big fan of no bras. Especially on girls who had a figure like hers.
“Surely that’s pretty obvious?” Sarcasm rolled from her and my smile dropped. Pretty face and amazing tits or not, I wasn’t some chump she could talk to like a piece of shit.
“But if it’s not, then I was talking about you.” She winked and went back to her drinking, her eyes finally abandoning their slow appraisal of my body.
She had balls; I would give her that.
“You have a smart mouth.”
“Thank you.” She raised the bottle in mock salute.
Jesus, did nothing faze this girl? She was in the middle of nowhere, and I wasn’t exactly an upstanding citizen. Even without the cut on my back, I looked dangerous. Any woman with her head screwed on would have been scooting away and making some excuse to lock herself inside her little hippy truck.
Not this one though.
That coupled with the killer body was making my dick harder than it had been in years.
My eyes fixed on her mouth. “I could think of better things you could be doing with that mouth than giving me sass.”
This time she did blush. And my grin widened.
“Sorry, my mouth is busy tonight,” she quipped back, sucking on the bottle.
I watched as her throat moved. She drank from the bottle like she was guzzling water. She didn’t even hesitate, and her eyes didn’t water.
I was betting she would take a cock down the back of her throat well. And I was planning on finding out.
As much as I wanted to get home, sometimes a man needs to play the part of a knight in shining armour. Especially when it comes to saving hot little hippies who drink bourbon straight from the bottle.
“You’re staring at my tits again.”
Shaking myself, I laughed. Caught red handed, but I couldn’t bring myself to be ashamed of it. She liked my eyes on her, and I enjoyed the view. It was a win-win situation,
“They are great tits.”
“Thank you, I know.” She preened for a second, thrusting out her chest a little.
Oh, this girl was trouble with a capital T. She was setting off every alarm I had, not that it would stop me. Sure, I could finish the ride home and sink balls deep into any number of women the moment I was off my bike. But where was the fun in that beyond the obvious?
Where was the chase?
“So, you broke down huh?”
For a moment she looked bewildered by my total change in direction, and then the sarcastic smile was back on her face.
“Nope, just thought I would stop right here and drink myself into a stupor, hoping some old has-been would stop and stare at my tits.”
“Oh, Sunflower, that mouth of yours will get you into trouble.”
