unfasten the black A-line garment, but he surprised her. Instead, he slipped her T-shirt out of the waistband of her skirt and raised it to just above her breasts.
Then he did the same thing with her skirt, raising it until it was bunched around her waist. Beneath her clothes, her simple cotton bra and panties were all that stood between his gaze and her bare flesh. The weather being too hot by far for panty hose or stockings, Carrie tended to keep her attire at work simple, just wearing the two layers.
She felt and heard movement behind her. Brian released the clasp that held her bra closed, and her breasts fell free, the warm summer air kissing her nipples, making them even harder than they had been.
She heard a metal clicking kind of sound. Brian said, "We'll buy you new ones, darlin'."
Before Carrie could even wonder what he meant, she felt something thin and cold slide between her hip and her bikini panties on her left side.
One sharp tug was followed by another on her right side, and her sliced, cotton panties were in Brian's hands.
Carrie gasped, but he moved quickly, using his pocket knife to slice the straps of her bra.
"Hold still." He reached in front of her and pulled her T-shirt all the way up. But instead of taking it off her completely he just pulled the neck of it over her head. Her arms were still in the short sleeves of the shirt, but her breasts stood exposed to the world.
She felt him step back, and then he caressed her naked ass. "Mmm, look at that. Now that is fucking beautiful. I love your ass, and I'm going to have it very, very soon. But I need your cunt, first. Spread those sexy legs for me a little, Carrie."
Shaking with lust, Carrie wasted no time doing as she was told. She heard the sound of his zipper, and the tearing of a foil packet.
"Lean over the seat more, oh, yes, just like that. Just let me feel you...oh, Carrie, your pussy is so damn wet for me."
The sensation of his fingers stroking her slit, dipping into her pussy, and spreading her juices on her pussy lips made her arousal sizzle. She couldn't stop herself from flexing her inner muscles, as if she could make her climax come just from that exercise alone.
Brian leaned over her. "I feel you working those sexy muscles of yours, darlin'. Feels like your cunt wants to gobble my cock whole. Are you hungry for it, Carrie? Is your cunt hungry for my cock?"
Carrie knew that anyone driving down the lane right now would get quite the show. Somehow, knowing there was a possibility that could happen just added more thrill into the mix.
Brian moved in closer and rubbed his condom-covered cock over her slit, back and forth, and Carrie moaned.
"Yes, Brian, my cunt is hungry for your cock. Please, babe. Fuck me."
"How do you want me to fuck you, Carrie? Nice and slow and polite-like? Soft, like a gentle rain?"
Carrie knew what he wanted from her, and she gave it to him. "I want you to shove that monster cock of yours into my cunt and fuck me hard and fast and deep. I need you to grab my hair and my hip and pound into me over and over again. I want you to make me scream when I come."
"Fuck, yeah. That's what I wanted to hear." Brian growled and then grunted when he grabbed her hair and her hip and thrust his cock into her in one solid stroke.
"Oh, yes!" Carrie loved all the sensations of being fucked. She loved the heat and the friction and the fullness. She loved the way Brian took her from behind, angling just right so that his cock brushed against her G-spot. She loved the sound of his flesh slapping against her flesh and the scent of sex, a scent that was a combination of their sweat and their juices.
She never knew she could be this woman, a woman who could revel in making love. But she was, and she did.
"Oh, I'm so close, oh yes, yes, Brian, harder!" She used one hand to balance herself against the truck seat, and the other she reached back for him, needing to grab his ass and pull him to her, help him take her.
"You're a hot little piece, aren't you? Mmm, yes, fuck, your cunt feels so damn good wrapped around my cock. Squeeze me, darlin'.