Greyhound Girl - Sex Stories

Greyhound Girl

... stretched across the ridges of his hard abs – or the way his cock pressed against the front of his thin pants; it seemed pretty apparent that he was riding commando this trip, and my quickly-moistening pussy was eagerly acknowledging that fact! He was digging around in his pack for something, which afforded me an opportunity to admire his build (and yes, his bulge) without being observed, but I was careful to have my nose buried in my reading by the time he finished and slid in next to me. In close quarters, the first thing I noticed was that he smelled amazing! It was a clean, extremely masculine scent, whether simply a good soap and warm, sexy man, or a light and expensive cologne I wasn’t certain, but I was very aware of the effect it was having on me. His delicious scent seemed to go straight from my nostrils to my lower belly, and it was like pouring fuel on glowing embers. God! As if the great build, sexy stubble, sparkling, intelligent eyes and lovely bulge weren’t enough! This wasn’t fair! I thought of my boyfriend, Steve, and actually felt guilty for the thoughts I was having about this stranger. I fully expected Steve to pop the question during this visit – we’d talked about it at length – and here I was getting all worked up over someone whose name I didn’t even know! He chose that moment to begin to remedy that situation, turning awkwardly in his seat to extend his right arm, which had been pressed to my left. “Hi, I’m Cooper – I guess if we’re gonna be sleeping ...

... together we should at least know each other’s names.” I felt myself blush anew at his teasing comment, although I knew what he meant, and took his hand; his grip was strong but not overpowering or intimidating, and his hand hard and muscular, like the rest of him. “I’m Charli – Charlene, actually, but everyone calls me Charli. Except my kid sister, who calls me Leney, but don’t you dare call me that!” He laughed, the sound low and rich like his voice. “No, Charli, I won’t. I wouldn’t want you confusing me for your kid sister.” Sure, like there was any chance of that! “I won’t do that, I promise. Anyway, Cooper, you’re much taller – and much better looking.” I don’t know where that came from, it just popped out! And now I was mortified, until he extended a lifeline to pull me out of my awkward moment. “Thank you, Charli; you’re pretty easy on the eyes yourself. Oh, and please call me Coop – only your kid sister would call me Cooper.” I laughed, even though it wasn’t all that funny. Actually, it didn’t make any sense at all since he didn’t know my sister, but I laughed anyway. “She probably would, too, just to piss you off! So, Coop, where are you headed?” “I’m going through to Denver – Grand Junction, actually, but I’m meeting up with the rest of the crew in Denver and we’re all driving out together. How about you?” “Denver – I’m going to Denver too, and then my boyfriend is picking me up. He goes to CU up in Boulder, so we’ll be going there and then doing some sightseeing.” I ...