THE NEXT MORNING
The car was finally fixed.
We packed our bags quietly, both of us still buzzing from the night before. Every time Bianca bent over to pick something up, my eyes lingered on her fat ass and heavy t**s. She caught me staring once and gave me a knowing, seductive smile that made my c**k twitch.
The drive to the resort was supposed to take six hours.
It took nearly nine.
Because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
At the First Stop – One Hour In
We’d only been driving for an hour when Bianca’s hand slid onto my thigh.
She squeezed gently, then moved higher, palming my growing bulge through my pants.
“Pull over,” she whispered, voice already breathy.
I found the first secluded rest area I could — a small clearing off the mountain road, surrounded by trees. The
