Page 4 of His Curvy Castaway Obsession - A Man Who Knows What He Wants

Wishing I could have the confidence to say sorry, wishing we were more than just two people on the way to some stupid yacht function for the day.

Michael frowns a smile, and I notice his clenched grip on the wheel easing up a little, he even laughs softly to himself as he studies my look in the mirror.

“I’m a bit of everything, I guess. Today I’m roustabout for ‘Mr. Parker’s executive investor party’” he says in a feigned dramatic tone, rolling his own eyes at the end, making me feel better straight away.

“The real question is, what do you do? When you’re not doing this…waitressing, I mean…” he asks.

It’s worse than being asked to wear a swimsuit, which, I remind myself, I have to make sure isn’t part of the deal. It takes me three seconds to realize, remember really, that I have no life. I don’t do anything.

I did start college, but that ended like so many other things…

“I was in college,” I offer, sounding hopeful, like it might end his line of inquiry, but his brows go up, his eyes dart to mine in the mirror. He gives me a very clear ‘more information please’ look.

I take a shaky breath in, shifting in my seat, hoping like hell this guy can’t pick up on how wet I am. I hope I don’t leave a patch on his seat. It’s not nerves, I decide after almost crying out loud once my thighs press my pussy lips together as I shift.

I’m about to explode, right here in this damned truck and he wants me to talk myself up?

The low growling sound he made before is back. Combined with the deep throb of the truck’s motor, I have trouble focusing on not climaxing let alone maintaining a conversation, but Michael’s not bothered. Far from it.

He seems to relish my predicament.

“I started finance…” I manage, letting out a short but obvious sound of my own arousal as we hit a pothole.

Michael’s growl deepens and I notice I’m not the only one in the truck who’s feeling the excitement between us. It’s unmistakable.

I’ve never seen a guy’s… well. I’ve never even actually… It’s enough to say that I’ve flown a solo career so far in my life. And when it comes to sex, or anything like that, I only know what I’ve read in books.

The sight of Michael, being so close to him in the truck and then catching the first sight of his unmistakable bulge, that thickness straining against the thin fabric of his chinos as he gets to full hardness, getting off on me watching him. It makes my eyes widen and I gasp aloud. I can’t help it.

I decide right on the spot, that I’m perfectly incapable of doing anything now, other than staring and gushing moisture from myself.

I’ll probably get fired before I even start, but this is as close to a fantasy as I’ve ever got, so it’s gotta be worth it, just for the sight of his rock hard cock, inches away from me.

My own thin white shirt suddenly feels strained at the front and I notice Michael’s eyes moving to my chest, making me flush harder as I see them flash wider, keener at the sight of my own stiffening nipples which ache terribly all of a sudden. I wonder if his cock feels the same, like a pleasant ache that just wants to be rubbed all better.

His nostrils flare and I can tell he’s smelling me, he smiles with satisfaction and then stifles a laugh as I scramble to wind the window down.

One of us needs some air anyway, and I’ll just die if I have a smelly pussy.

“I think you look nice today…” he says tactfully, changing the subject, relaxing some more and letting his own legs open up as he leans back some. His cock is fully erect now, and my only instinct is to reach out and touch it, but I remind myself where I am, what today is really all about.

Maybe he just has a really big crease in his shorts?

I squeeze myself together again, feeling a definite bead of moisture escaping me as I try to focus, force myself to focus on the day ahead.

“So, how many guests in total?” I ask, making him frown as his hand travels down to his crotch, he wraps a hand fully around it, squeezing himself, making the bulge thicker. I can even see the darkness of the huge round tip through his shorts.

Anyone else, I’d be leaping out of the truck at the first chance. With Michael, it feels like something, or someone up there has finally answered all my prayers. All those lonely nights, tears I cried for not being something I can never be. And here he is… right next to me, practically taking his thing out.

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