thinking, “Now then, I hope you aren't going to drive down a deserted lane and have your wicked way with me?”
He was startled by her reply, “I don't know the area very well or you might have been in luck, Mr!”
Without prior warning Olivia veered off the road and turned down a dark lane, drove past a big school and came to a halt beneath some trees.
She turned to look at him, laughing as she said, “ Actually I think this lane leads to nowhere or it might be leading somewhere, neither of us are on a curfew, so perhaps we can begin our adventure now?”
What on earth was she talking about? Doug was lost for words, this was not the Olivia he knew, perhaps this was her twin sister?
It was very dark under the tall trees.
Olivia turned the volume down making a bizarre statement about cows not liking soul music, only classical.
They sat staring out of the window, not looking at each other as they discussed the events at the club.
In a rash moment Doug turned to look at Olivia and told her how beautiful she looked, “ It's not just the way you look tonight, it is everything about you. I have never met a woman like you before and I have met a lot of women.”
Olivia looked at him; there it was, that wicked grin.
She leaned across and kissed him on the cheek, thanking him for the marvellous time and the compliment.
Olivia sat back in her seat and their eyes met, as their lips slowly parted and they came together.
At last, the longed for kiss. Her lips were so soft and moist, their lips moved in unison and when he gently probed her mouth with his tongue, she responded. Their tongues danced together as he pulled her into his arms and held her close. He could feel her large breasts pushing against him.
As the kissing continued the tension left Olivia and before long they were climbing into the back seat.
No words were spoken, the kisses were sending messages, loud and clear. Doug did not want to scare her off, so worked his magic very slowly. He held her head in his hands, he stroked her hair, her face.
Doug could feel the mounting passion stirring in his loins. He tested the water by slowly bringing his hand up to cup her left breast.
Half expecting to be pushed away he was pleasantly surprised by the response to his touch.
He felt her nipple stand to attention, almost screaming at him to be touched, nibbled and squeezed. This was some sexy woman!
In a moment of madness they stopped and got out of the car to empty their bladders, there was no awkwardness, just the familiarity of friendship that allowed such a personal act to take place.
Doug was waiting in the car when Olivia jumped in beside him. There was that wicked grin again.
It ran across her eyes and she kissed him quickly before nibbling his ear.
Out of the blue came words unexpected, “ Would you like to make love?”'
Olivia held a pair of red lacy knickers up and playfully continued, “We know where this was all leading to and you could have spent the next half hour trying to get them off, so I saved you time and trouble”.
Doug was lost for words, completely stunned by the woman at his side. Surely this was a wind up, this was Olivia's twin and for the first time in his life he did not know what to do next.
Doug became unaware of how his body contorted to fit into the small space between the seats of the little car.
All he felt was Olivia beneath him, his manhood deep inside her. Her legs were wide apart, feet firmly placed on the car window as she pushed herself up to meet his thrusting spear, slipping in and out to the rhythm of his breathing.
One last deep thrust and he felt like a million birds took flight.
His mind swept away on the tide of orgasm.
Doug lay on top of Olivia, her body moulded perfectly into his, the only thing between them was the black dress that was up around her waist.
The moonlight caught her tanned belly and buttocks as she slid from beneath him.
Doug sat slumped across the back seat not believing what just
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