I met her at a bar, she was much older than me, but the kind of old that makes that word irrelevant, she knew who she was, and judging by the way she moved, she knew exactly how to get what she wanted. We were introduced by a colleague, started talking, shared a few drinks and hit it off fast. Soon, we were at her place and enjoyed a beautiful night together. The kind of night that left you sore and smiling.

The next morning, I was addicted, starving, craving for her. We saw each other a few days later, and then a few more times. Each time, exciting, exploring each other, testing our edges, we both wanted more, more hunger, more sexual ecstasy, a deeper satisfaction, the raw and greedy kind.

Then one day, she invited me for a trip. A summer drive to her place down the coast. We drove there in a caravan she bought with her ex. They were about to sell it, so she wanted to be ruined in it, one last time.

The drive down was pure foreplay, she looked incredible behind the wheel, in charge. The sunlight kissed her tender skin, the air conditioning made her tits perk up, even the way her hair flicked over her beautiful lips, every time she opened a window. Pure ecstasy just watching her.

It was a fun sexy escape, late nights looking at the stars. Early morning swims by the beach, holding hands, kissing, touching, trying get the other hornier than the day before. She was such a tease, lazy fingers tracing our bodies, me eating her out while food cooked in the oven. Even the quick resupply runs into town became a thing, teasing in public, stolen touches, whispered filth, keeping each other on edge.

But it was on the drive back when we completely lost control. The air conditioner malfunctioned. Tempers flared, she was angry but her skin was glistening with her sweat, her cheeks flushed with frustration and her sharp angry demeanor, made me want to fuck the brat out of her.

So I did what any rational person would do in this situation, I pulled over at a rest stop, one of those derelict ones, with some scrubby bushes, far from the road, a potholed carpark. I drove in slowly, she kept yelling at me, getting me hyped up and ready.

I barely stopped the engine, when we felt the air thicken, heavy with erotic energy. She climbed onto me like a possessed woman, biting me, grinding my cock, taking control, punishing me. I sensed every move of her body, every thrust that pulsated through her.

Her body under my control, and yet she was trying to ruin me, her fingers raking into my chest for more, biting me, slapping me if I slowed down. Intensity building with time, the deeper she rode me, the more she demanded, her erotic violence, creative positions, intense biting and slapping, control and dominance.

I wanted her so bad, again, and again. Her pussy clenched around me in waves, wet sounds mixing with her moans. When she started shaking and cursing, I flipped her, pinned her down, and fucked her through it until she was clawing the sheets and gasping my name. We didn’t stop. Couldn’t. She came again, harder, soaking us both. I finally let go and filled her, buried deep while she milked every drop.

We didn't realise how time had passed us by, both exhausted, completely drenched, covered in our combined essence. Dirty and wet would not even begin to describe how it felt. And yet, at once, peace, tranquillity, I almost felt like this is where the universe wanted me to be. Just there, wet, with her.

And then she had that mischievous look again, not the sexual kind. Her endearing playfulness that she knew only I could bring out of her. She traced her finger through the sweat across my chest, and flicked it on my face. Her evil laugh, it was such an affront, I picked her up, pinned her down and did the same, and we spent the next hour or so playing with each other, wrestling, tumbling around for dominance. When we realised the time, it was too late to head back. We spent the night there, playing, sharing stories and enjoying our intertwined bodies.

We left for home first thing in the morning. My favourite way to

spend a summer.