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A ONE NIGHT STAND: THE BEAT GOES ON

... "Sure, Dave." is her ready reply. She opens a beer and sucks on the bottle as she watches his reflection turned on her in the rear view mirror. She passes it to him and he licks around the top before he guzzles a swallow. The low slung black machine climbs the mountain highway in the warm desert rain. They wind around curves and soon are headed back the direction they came. Dave pulls into a favorite parking spot overlooking the town far below that they have recently vacated. He turns the key and the patter of rain is all that disturbs the night. "Well, Barb, you wanted a crack at me. Now you have your chance." he whispers in a low voice. He slouches down in the seat nursing his beer and waits for her first move. She moves a little closer and brushes a spear of blond hair from his eyes. "I've been waiting this chance since first I set eyes on you." she says as she breathes on his neck. Johnny swigs away at his beer and he watches Marsha's disappear. He has only met her tonight but he feels real lucky, whether she likes it or not. Marsha drops her empty on the floor and turns to John. "You going to drink that or hatch it?" She lights a cigarette. Barb lets her fingers roam down Dave's neck. His hand he places on her thigh. She leans towards him and her ruby red lips find his in the dim light. Their lips meet and quiver so lightly against each other, then Dave's tongue flicks out to trace her mouth round. So quick is the movement that though she bites quickly, she cannot catch ...

... it and he chuckles down deep in his throat. His hands come up and unbutton the front of her blouse. She kisses him once more, but with some ardor. Johnny has let Marsha drink what's left of his beer but holds on to the bottle as she sucks it down. His other hand encircles her shoulders and he patiently watches her finish her cigarette. "Marsha, you’re such a pretty gal, I would just like to kiss you." he says. Marsha thinks that over and tries to remember the last time a man asked first. She smiles a small secretive smile and says, "Why not!" His lips cover hers and he draws her close but keeps it gentle to lull her guard. She relaxes against him and asks what he does and he tells her lies like she knew he would. Meanwhile Dave and Barb are not talking, just acting and he has drawn a breast to admire and caress. Their lips touch again as his fingers circle the nipple, scurrying to a and fro over the mound. They circle and come closer and closer to the rigid nipple, the focus of his attentions. And now a gentle brush from one finger touches the center and a sharp intake of breath is heard. He lifts the bra freeing the twin and works on it with his other hand. Gently, so gently he maneuvers his fingers and as he finally touches the nipple she issues a low moan. Her tongue reaches into his mouth and scours the walls with movement. Her hands seek access by his leather coat and she finds his lap and can't stop there. She rubs and massages the hard long erection through layers of ...