Satisfied that the lot was empty, she glanced toward the street. From her high vantage point, she could see Burke's four-wheel pickup nosed into the bushes down the street.
She looked down at him again and smiled back happily. She didn't know why she felt so excited and tingly. Was it Burke Hammond who made her heart flutter and her pussy twitch damply, or was it the forbidden act of sneaking out – to see a boy?
She didn't care any more. She gave a final push and swung a trim leg up and over, feeling her pussy spread wide. With her front to the wall, she began lowering herself. She felt his hands on her thighs, strong and firm, as he helped her down.
Her breasts scraped along the wall, and the nipples burned inside the thin cups. His hands shifted to her asscheeks, and she gasped with the sensation as her weight bore against his open, cupping palms.
A thumb went between her thighs as she wriggled down the wall. It slipped into her deep, soft asscrack and then lodged right under her crotch.
"Ohhhhh, Burke…" she gasped.
"I've got you, Monica – come on, let go, I've got you," he puffed, planting his feet firmly, resting the side of his face against her firm buttock.
Monica glanced down her front. She saw his thumb sticking out from between her thighs like a short prick. She felt the way it pushed the material of her bikini right into the sweet, slippery gap between her pussy lips.
The sensation was unbelievable. She felt her whole belly surge with warmth and squirming. She felt as if she could just squeeze her thighs together tightly around his thumb and wriggle her ass in his hands until something wonderful happened.
She slid down the wall. Her halter caught on a small protrusion of stucco, and she felt it lifting away from the bottoms of her tits.
When the sand gave way under Burke's foot, she came down quickly. His hands slid up over her hips, pulling her bottoms terribly tight around her asscheeks and pussy lips. The halter lifted off her tits and made them spill free, and then his hands were cupping them tightly as they staggered together to keep from falling over.
"It's okay, I've got you now!" he cried softly.
"Gee, I must have slipped or something, Monica, I'm sorry."
She felt his hands against her tits. She felt her naked back against his naked chest. She felt her buttocks snuggled against the front of his body.
"Ohhhhhh, Burke…" she moaned quietly, tipping her head back to look at him.
He was grinning innocently. Her moan made the grin go away. His lips quivered. She felt the beat of his heart suddenly as he looked down over her shoulder and saw where his hands were, how they were filled with her firm, naked tits.
His fingers flexed, squeezing the flesh reflexively. "Monica…" he gasped. "Oh, Monica."
They both looked down. One nipple spiked redly between his fingers and throbbed. She felt a quick thickening through the bulk of his cutoffs and her bikini bottoms, and it swelled into the deep crack of her taut ass.
"Monica…" he gasped again.
"Burke – you're holding… you've got your hands over my tits!" Monica gasped.
"I sure do," he said stupidly.
"Ohhhhhhh, don't… let me go, Burke! Ohhhh…"
He gasped heatedly against the back of her neck and the side of her face, and she could feel him tremble as much as she was, his fingers still squeezing and kneading her heated flesh gently.
"Ohhhhhh, Monica – they feel so good! So firm and full! God, how I've wanted to hold you against me like this, you don't know!"
"Burke, stop – you mustn't! I – ohhhhh, stop squeezing them, Burke, you don't know what you're doing to me!"