Her Ex's Dad

Unexpectedly, she halted her struggles, as she must have run out of air or energy. “W-why are you—doing this?” she asked breathlessly, as she peered up at me with those angelic green eyes. Her ample chest was heaving with her gasping breaths.

I held her wrists while staring at those full breasts, she was built perfect there too, full and large enough for me to get lost in pursuing—I felt my mouth water as her nipples looked rosy sweet and perfectly erect. I sure didn’t expect her to stop the shrieking onslaught so suddenly and I sure hadn’t anticipate her question either. “I could ask you the same thing.” I let go of her hands.

Covering her nippled glory with her arms as though she felt my heated stare, she huffed, “You mean, why am I defending myself against some madman, who grabbed me up, threw me into a truck—then ripped off my clothes?”

Okay, now, I hadn’t expected that answer at all either. “The message.”

She batted her eyes at me in seeming confusion. “The message?’

I nodded and fought the urge to tug her arms away from her breasts. In fact, I found myself fighting many urges at the moment. “The one you brought to me.”

She narrowed her emerald eyes at me. “Oh, so the message I delivered, told you to throw me into a truck?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

I fought a smile. She sure was sweet to look at and I wondered if she did taste as delicious as she looked—just so dang cute for a fucking spy. She reminded me of some kind of sexy doll or—I shook my head to focus on the conversation again. “As a matter of fact, it did,” I paused. “Well, it told me to get us both into the truck.”

Miss Bare Doll truly looked baffled. “Then, I suppose the note you found here…”

I laughed outright and then answered, “Yeah, it told me to strip us both and throw our clothing out the back within three minutes or pay dire consequences.”

She took a step back her face turning extremely pale. “Why in the hell would someone…? You mean we’re stranded and naked in a truck-trailer, going down the interstate?”

I slowly nodded my head. “Yep. I guess you could put it that way.” I couldn’t stop looking at this enigma of a woman, even though I knew I should be trying to figure a way out of this. I needed to strategize and search the trailer for anything I could use. Instead, I took another long leisurely look at the nude form that stood before me. She looked perfectly filled out with rounded curves and full thighs. Her skin drew my eyes in with an almost magnetic tug. Satiny in appearance and it really could be described as peaches and cream. Yeah, I bet she’s full of sweet cream all right. I then realized I’d been looking for at least an eyeful minute and raised my gaze up. “The order to strip was probably to ensure that we wore no trackers.”

Her eyes rounded. “Trackers?”

Shrugging, I swung my eyes away from that delicious bod of hers. I was chastising myself again. I’d better get myself together, instead of proving to the buyers that I was simply a walking dick with no real brain. My cock and its urges could get me killed in this instance. I kept letting all that sweet satiny looking skin cloud my mind, there was no telling what she might be capable of. I instantly smirked to myself. Then again, I sure would like to find out. I fought hard to ignore the wicked dick manipulated voice in my head. “I’m sure you realize there’s no need to keep acting the part of an innocent bystander.”

“Innocent?—oooh!” She stomped her foot while trying to keep her ample boobs covered with her arms. “I just knew it couldn’t actually be that easy. I should’ve known it was too good to be true!” She walked somewhat haphazardly over the metal floor with an almost zigzagging like pacing. Keeping one arm over her breasts while she attempted to use the other to cover her round lush looking bottom. “I knew better! Pink, red, green? What the hell was I thinking? Should’ve spotted that lying cartoon Cheshire creep for what he was! Oooh! Another con job. Another crazy…” Halting, she stomped her small foot as her sweet ass cheeks bounced.

I puzzled over her rambling. Cheshire? Pink? Well, I couldn’t care what nonsense she might be muttering about. All I could do was enjoy watching her cute meandering with its intermittent peeks at her sweet pink looking behind. Her furious pacing gracing me with all kinds of tasty glimpses. If they picked a female they thought would get to me, they sure knew my tastes well. The madder she got, the harder my dick became. Her expressions were so animated, her face so lovely with a slight sprinkling of light freckles. Looking lower, I could see a cute red bush and well—hell, she was buck ass naked too, so it made looking all the more easier. “So, what’s next?”