Heat Waves (7 page)

“Wait here,” she demanded as she stepped out
of the car and slammed the door shut behind her.

Cole went to open his mouth and ask her where
she was going, but rapidly closed it when she shook her head
ever-so-gently. “I’ll be right back.”

He watched as her pert little bottom wobbled,
before his eyes headed south down her shapely long legs, watching
the muscles flex as she ran off in the direction of the fair.
Fuck me; I’ve never wanted a woman so badly! For fuck sake,
Cole, get a hold of yourself
. He growled inwardly, and
readjusted the bulge in his pants.

By the time she returned to the car, Cole had
managed to gain some sort of control over his growing need to fuck
this girl, however, he wasn’t sure how long he could suppress his
urges.

“Here, put these on,” she ordered, as she
threw a Jack Daniels T-shirt, a pair of ripped jeans, and converse
trainers at him.

“Where did you...” he stopped and grunted in
frustration. This whole no questions asked deal was harder than
he’d anticipated. However, he couldn’t deny it was strangely
exhilarating, not knowing what was going to happen next.

“Just put them on, I promise I won’t look.”
She winked before turning her back to him and pulled a compact
mirror out of her pocket to reapply her lipstick.

Cole noticed the tilt in her mirror as he
unbuttoned his shirt and rolled down his trousers. He remained
seated, half naked, wearing only his tight black briefs, allowing
Vicki that small moment to spy on him. To let the image of his
defined body imprint into her brain, confident in the fact that she
would like his body and the way his muscles popped. He gave her a
small glimpse of the tattoo carved across his chest, proving to her
that there was a rebel dying to break free from beneath the
expensive suits, shiny shoes and mundane life.

He was pretty sure he heard a quiet gasp
escape her lips, and he grinned to himself in triumph. He pulled on
the jeans, slipped on the converses, and pulled the T-shirt over
his head, messing up his hair in the process, and then walked into
the fairground with Vicki by his side.

Time flies when you are having fun, and as
the fun rolled, the electricity grew between them. They would find
any excuse to touch each other, those little glances at one
another, as their filthy minds thought wickedly sinful things. He
couldn’t hold it back any longer; the hunger to kiss her was too
powerful. So when the cart of the ghost train disappeared into the
darkness of the tunnel, he placed one hand on the side of her face,
forcing her head toward his, and pressed his lips down firmly on
hers.

She opened her mouth to let him in, and
entangled her fingers into his hair. He felt the heat rise between
them as she allowed his tongue to invade her mouth, caressing and
massaging it so passionately that he figuratively saw the fireworks
of lust burst all around them. She tasted like cherry from the
lollypop she had been sucking on only a few moments ago. Cole had
never seen anything so fucking provocative, as he’d observed her
devour that lolly, wishing that it was his cock she was wrapping
her lips around instead of that cherry stick.

They went on the Bumper cars, waltzer, and
they went in the love tunnel just for a laugh and they chuckled the
whole way round. They played their chances at winning a cuddly toy
or even a goldfish, which was somewhat entertaining, but that was
only the beginning. Cole and Vicki headed for the high-rise
rollercoaster, where Vicki made a point of sitting at the back of
the train. As the train climbed the steep slope, Vicki placed her
hand on Coles groin and began to rub against rough fabric of his
jeans. The warmth of her hand pressing against his semi hard penis
developed a flushing sensation to rest of his body, and he quickly
sucked in a breath.

His fingers curled firmly around the cold
steel of the cart’s safety bar, when he felt Vicki’s hand push past
the waist band of his jeans and underneath the elastic of his
briefs. She enveloped his now fully erect cock in her palm,
dragging his manhood out of its fabric prison, and began to milk
him just as the cart plummeted at a death-defying speed.

Cole gasped from the pleasurable feeling she
was creating and the tummy-churning thrill of the rollercoaster’s
sudden drop. His breathing was coming fast and hard, as he would be
if her hand didn’t let up on the intense repetitive strokes along
his shaft. It hadn’t occurred to Cole how close the cart in front
was, until the head’s of the couple before him twitched from the
sound of his erotic moans escaping his mouth.

There was tension brewing inside of him, and
with the bumps and dips of the ride adding to the insensitivity,
Cole was almost ready to explore. Just at that very moment, the
pressure around his cock gave way, and when he turned his head
towards Vicki, he found her licking her lips and smirking just as
the cart rolled into the station. A frenzied panic set in, and Cole
struggled to tuck his rigid cock back into the confinements of his
jeans.

Cole felt the warm blow of Vicki’s breath at
his ear, and he caught a waft of her scent, which he inhaled
sharply. She smelt like strawberries, which made his mouth
salivate.

“Catch me if you can,” she whispered with a
mischievous tone laced in her voice, and jumped out of the cart the
second the bar popped up.

Boy, was she fast for someone in such tall
shoes, and, ok, she had a bit of a head start due to the wrestling
Cole had with his erection and its reluctance to go back into his
jeans. However, she was easy to spot in the crowd, with that
beautiful red hair of hers, and as he pushed his way past the
people, he saw that menacing grin in the distance and those eyes
sparkling back at him as she disappeared into the mirror maze. This
woman was amazing, he knew nothing about her, but, unlike all the
other unknown women he took to bed, this one he
wanted
to
know.

He reached the paying booth and was greeted
by a scruffy young man reading a comic.

“Excuse me, other than the redhead that just
went through, is there anyone else in this maze?” Cole panted,
still a little out of breath from chasing after Vicki.

“No sir. Just the redhead.”

“Can you keep it that way until I say so?”
asked Cole as he slipped ten twenty pound notes through the gap
beneath the glass panel. The young man’s eyes went wide with shock;
he nodded, turned the sign round in his booth to closed, and pulled
down the blind.

It was dark, with limited spot lights for
illumination. The heat inside was sticky and close, there was
excitement crackling through the space about him. The further he
travelled, twisting and turning within the maze, the heavier and
more intense the air grew. He felt the sweat protruding from his
skin, dotting across his forehead. His heart was pounding,
deafening almost, within his ears. The smell of strawberries blew
briefly past him, and he knew she was nearby, but the only person
he could see was himself reflecting in the mirrors around him. With
every corner he took, the more his breath burned in his throat, and
the fiercer the adrenaline pumping through his vein.

He turned one last bend, but quickly jumped
back, hiding from Vicki’s sight. “You look lost, Victoria?” he
questioned with a hint of amusement in his voice

“No, just waiting for you to come find
me.”

Cole chuckled and stepped around the corner,
locking his eyes with Vicki’s in the reflective glass before her.
He strolled up behind her with only thoughts of lust clouding his
mind, and he pushed his nose into her hair, inhaling on her
mouth-watering scent. He snaked his right hand around her waist,
over her bare belly, and sighed at the feeling of her soft skin
under his fingers. He watched in awe as the hairs on her body
responded to his touch. He brushed her long red locks to one side,
exposing her neck for him to pepper soft, sensual kisses from her
shoulder to her ear lobe. He took his free hand and manoeuvred it
into the gap between her shorts and stomach, and skated south. It
lingered on her pelvis for a few moments, building the suspense,
but when he heard the sweet, erotic tone of her voice moaning in
frustration, he glided his fingers over her throbbing folds and
into her warm, welcoming sex. She gasped at the penetration,
placing one hand on the mirror to steady her stance as Coles finger
mercilessly fucked her to the point where her body started to
judder.

“Are you about to come, Vicki?” he hissed,
with a deep desire congealed to his words.

His cock was so hard that it ached, and the
need to rip her clothes off there and then, to fuck her up against
the misted mirror, was becoming a hard job to domineer.

“Was that a question, Cole?” she mocked
breathlessly, and felt the sweat slickening between her
breasts.

“Yes, Vicki, it was. But I don’t think you’re
in any situation to stop me from asking it. So... are you about to
come?”

“Yes, oh God, yes.” she answered
shamelessly.

His eyes locked with hers once more in the
mirror, watching as the sexual longing claimed her, clamping its
claws tightly round her, and at the very moment, Cole removed his
finger promptly from her soaked pussy.

“Tough! Karmas a bitch!” he growled, and
carved a devilish smirk on that handsome face.

She turned on her heels to face him, and
clasped the hand that was, only moments ago, inside her, within her
own.

“Yes, but unlike you, Cole, I can handle it,”
she noted, and began to suck his fingers clean of her arousal,
which sparked a hiss of gratification from Cole.

She pushed him back against the hot glass and
kissed him, devouring him with such power and passion that it left
his lips tingling and sore when she pulled away and ran out of the
maze.

“Such a tease,” he whispered to himself, and
laughed as he ran after her once again.

By the time he reached the Cadillac, Vicki
was already waiting for him, engine roaring and music blaring.

“Come on, get in.” She nudged her head along
with her words.

When it came to this girl, Cole had no
patience, so he leaped over the side of car, slammed, bottom first,
on the passenger seat, and she drove towards their final
destination.

She drove like a maniac, a woman on a
mission, as though she was racing against time itself. The tune
“Here”
by Syron, boomed so prominently from the speakers
that Cole could barely hear his own thoughts. The feisty wild side
of Vicki was beginning to truly show itself, as Cole watched the
music take control of her. She sang, chuckled and swayed with the
melody that accompanied the reckless driving.

There they sat, looking out on a vast ocean,
stretching for miles beneath the cliff, which the Cadillac was
parked not too far from the edge of. The sun was diminishing into
the sea, casting a fiery red and yellow glow across the water as it
descended. There was a warm, salt-scented breeze blowing about the
vehicle, leaving a refreshed feeling on Cole’s skin, which was
welcomed openly after the sweat box of the maze he recently left
behind.

After removing the seat belt from around his
waist, he watched a roguish-looking Vicki climb into the back seat.
Cole sung his arm over the back rest of his passenger seat and
looked over his shoulder in bewilderment towards Vicki.

“Well... are you joining me?” she asked,
smiling wickedly like a Cheshire cat just before her head
disappeared behind the driver’s seat and down towards the floor.
When she returned, she brought with her an ice box, which she
placed down on the seat beside her, opened the lid, and pulled out
a bottle of Champagne and some strawberries. “For emergencies!” she
chuckled and shrugged her shoulders casually.

Cole pulled his body across the back of the
seat and slumped on to the seat next to Vicki. The sun was glaring
from behind and through her hair, which, when blowing in the
breeze, look like a wave of flames. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds
as they locked firmly with his. Cole took the Champagne from her
hand and twisted the cork until it popped from the neck of the
bottle.

Vicky turned, resting her back against the
cold steel side of the car, to push her long legs out straight,
along the hot leather seat, in the direction of where Cole sat,
impatiently shifting from the wanton desire curling inside him.

“Vicki, I want you to close your eyes,”
demanded Cole.

Her eyes stayed firmly on his for a second,
as though she was deciding whether she should put her trust in him,
but she soon closed her eyes, and willingly gave herself to him.
Cole took the cold bottle of bubbly and moved his large body to
hover over hers, studying her from head to toe, soaking in the
desire of this woman as it plagued his mind. He brought the bottle
to her mouth, and she parted her lips just enough so that he could
pour a portion of the contents into her mouth. She was beginning to
pant, but as Cole tipped the liquid in, she lapped eagerly at
champagne as it fizzed in her mouth and on her lips, allowing a
tiny bit to trickle down her chin.

He placed the bottle down and began to
unbutton her shirt to reveal her heaving breasts, desperate to be
freed from the lace fabric containing them. His placed his fingers
in the hem of her shorts, popped the button, and took a firm grip
of the denim, skimming her shorts down her silky thighs, taking her
panties with them.

He whimpered with great satisfaction as he
eyes came upon her bare, wet pussy. She was ready and waiting for
him to take her fully. Her breathing had gotten louder and he felt
his own mimicking hers.

Vicki placed one long leg over the back of
the seat, to rest on the boot of her car, and the other she planted
on the floor, leaving herself exposed and vulnerable.