One Swinging Summer Read Free

follows, and we watch as he sucks on her nipple. He soon has both breasts out, and is holding one in each hand, his mouth giving equal time to both. He breaks just long enough to look up at her, and we hear him say, clear as day, "Damn you have nice tits," and he goes right back to work.
    He pulls a tad bit away from her, looks again at her tits, and we watch as his tongue then draws circles around her hard nipple. She leans farther back on the truck, arching her back. As his mouth is still tasting and sucking, his hands slide down over her ass. He gives her ass a squeeze or two, and his hands travel lower down her thighs. As his hands come back up to grab her ass again, we notice that he has dragged her skirt up her thighs, and her skirt is soon around her waist. He presses between her legs and I think they are going to do it right here, standing up between the truck and a car.
    But no, he backs up from her again. I can see space between them for just a second. His mouth leaves her tits, and his hands slide up from her ass to sit around her waist. They look at each other for a breath, and in one quick movement she kicks off her shoes as he grabs her tighter around her waist and boosts her up so that she is sitting on the hood of the truck, skirt still jacked up and twisted around her, breasts still bared to the world, bouncing a bit from the abrupt landing.
    All I can think at this moment is, "God I hope one of them owns that truck."
    Before I can form another thought, he has pressed close to her again, her sitting on the hood with her legs wrapped around his waist and his mouth is again sucking and pulling on her nipples. She leans back onto her elbows on the hood of the truck, brings her feet up, one on each side of him, and plants her feet on the car behind him. He accommodates her obvious invitation, and his head dips down between her legs and his hands slide under her hips.
    At this point I actually laugh, and say, "Are they really..?"
    And my golf cart companion just says, "Yep, they are."
    As we watch in awe, another small group exits the bar and heads toward the parking lot. I guess our busy couple hears them because we watch as he quickly helps her down from the truck. She adjusts her clothing, slides back into her shoes, and once again, arm in arm, they make their way farther back into the parking lot toward their own cars.
    The comfortable silence we had been enjoying became really uncomfortable, really quickly. Just as I'm thinking that this is worse than watching a movie at home as a teenager and having your dad walk in exactly in the middle of the only sex scene in the whole thing, and that I may possibly melt into an embarrassed puddle right here under the golf cart, Charming says, "Wow, dancing AND a show, it's your lucky night."
    That breaks the ice a bit, and I giggle. Or more like snort, as it catches me off guard while I'm hyperventilating.
    "What was that? Did you snort?" Charming asks laughingly. And loudly.
    "I did no such thing," I shot back. I'm so glad we are sitting in a shadow, and I hope he can't see how red my face has gotten between watching that couple and then snorting. Could this get more embarrassing?
    "You did. You snorted. They gave you the performance of their lives, laid it all out there for you, right there on the hood of that truck, and you snorted. Tough crowd."
    I look over at him, mortified and amused. He is grinning, his eyes dancing with laughter. He is enjoying this. My embarrassment is entertaining him to no end.
    It is catching actually, and I start laughing too. He leans toward me and elbows me in my side, like we had been friends for years, and says, "I thought I was going to have to call the fire department out here, douse them with a big hose like they do dogs in the backyard."
    "Who does that?" I asked him, humiliated for the couple. "I mean right out in the open like that, that was crazy."
    "Yeah, but you've got to admit, it was hot."
    "Hot?" I repeated incredulously. We