Cara likes flea markets, so when my coworker Mike told me about a big one in upstate New York, I thought it would be a good chance to get away with her.

Three days of digging through other people’s stuff, a road trip, a nice hotel somewhere. It would be fun.

We stopped halfway there and got a hotel room overnight. She was so excited by the prospect of three days of treasure-hunting, she could hardly contain herself. She had two glasses of wine at dinner instead of one, so she had the giggles.

When we got back to our room after a brief walk around the small town, I figured she’d take a hot bath, read some, and go to bed early.

She never fails to surprise me, though.

Instead, she pushed me back on the bed, hopped on top of me, leaned her body down to crush her soft breasts against my chest, and said, “You always think of the perfect things for me. And that, darling, makes me horny. Do you want to fuck me?”

“Is that a real question?” I asked.

My cock was already stirring to life, growing hard inside my jeans. I pushed my hands up under her short blue sundress and found her panties. I tugged them down until her ass was bare. I stroked it at first and then gave it a sharp tap with my palm.

She shivered all over and grinned.

“Have I been bad?”

“Have you?”

“I had two glasses of wine instead of one.”

“Ah,” I said, giving her another smart crack. “That does deserve some discipline.”

She gave me a mock wide-eyed look of surprise even as I moved her. I sat on the edge of the bed, took her wrist, and led her to drape herself across my lap.

I left her panties where they were — rolled down beneath her ripe ass cheeks. I gave her ten good swipes, alternating cheeks and watching my handprints raise up cherry-red on her pale white skin like some kind of magic trick.

She was squirming, sighing, giving little cries.

“I know for a fact, little girl, that if I shove my fingers in that tight pussy of yours it’s going to be drenched, isn’t it?”

She nodded eagerly.

“Such a bad girl,” I said for good measure. Then I pushed two fingers into her cunt and felt it grip me eagerly. Slick and warm and just dying to be filled with dick. My dick.

I spanked her some more, watching her wriggle and squirm. It was luscious, the sight of her full ass ablaze with the marks I gave her. When she was practically humping my leg, I said, “Take your clothes off. Get on the bed.”

She laid on her back, wincing only slightly when her bottom rested on the hotel bedspread. She parted her legs for me, and I traced the juicy red folds of her pussy with my finger.

“Play with yourself,” I said.

I stepped back to undress while watching her finger herself. She stroked her pert little clit with a fingertip as she watched me. When my cock popped free of my boxer briefs, she groaned a little, licked her lips, and shoved two fingers inside her cunt.

I had to shut my eyes for a minute to get control.

I climbed over her, and she wrapped her long legs around my waist. My cock rode the split of her pussy lips. I moved against her, getting some friction going. She hummed under her breath and finally said, “Put it in me, baby.”

My brain went blank, but my body responded. I pulled back and slid my cock through her wetness, pushing deliberately against her clitoris until she whimpered. Then I pushed inside her soft, velvety warmth, feeling it enclose me, rippling and flexing. She was undeniably horny and it felt like she was close to coming.

“Are you right there?” I asked.

She nodded, clutching my biceps as I moved into her. I kissed her and pushed into her deeply. I rocked my hips from side to side to get to the places that always made her writhe beneath me.

I felt her clench her pussy, and my breath rushed out of me.

“Come for me, then. Just come.”

She chewed her lower lip, moved up to meet me, and when I moved faster, she let go. When she came, I marveled at her wetness.

I only made it a few more strokes before I gave in. I pressed my body to hers, holding her close, and gave a final thrust before letting go. We were both soaked and laughing.

“Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings,” she whispered in my ear.

Neither could I.

We left our meager treasures in the car. We hadn’t found a lot, but what we had found was pretty great. A nice piece of vintage furniture, a great piece of jewelry, and some very old, very beautiful books.

We headed straight for the bathroom. Our hotel had a lovely modern shower that was all glass and slate.

“We are so dirty,” Cara said, laughing.

“Yes, we are.”

She turned the water to hot, stripped herself bare, and dropped all her hair in a pile. She stepped inside and stood beneath the spray. When she put her hands back to rinse her hair, her small breasts moved seductively with the motion. Her nipples were hard and pink. I watched the water wind its way down her body and trickle across her pussy.

I took my clothes off and joined her.

“You don’t like your water this hot,” she said, smiling. But she reached for me.

She tugged me under the spray by grabbing ahold of my cock and leading me with that.

I rinsed the dust off me. We stood there under the spray and kissed.

“I’ll soap you and you soap me,” I whispered in her ear. Then I nipped her earlobe hard enough that she squealed.

I soaped her up and shampooed her hair. She returned the favor. When we were done, she grabbed my dick again and squeezed.

“Still hard,” she noted.

“And it will be.”

She gave me a questioning look and I said, “Until I get to drive it inside you and your tight little pussy,” I said. I pushed her against the tile, grabbed her generous ass, and squeezed. Then I licked her lower lip with the tip of my tongue. I did it the same way I’d flick her clit. She knew it, too, because she trembled in my arms.

“You’re going to make me nuts,” she said.

“Let’s go.”

I led her to the bed and pushed her back. I got down on my knees and spread her legs wide. I held her hips down with my hands, knowing it would make her nuts. It did. She tested my strength by moving her hips slightly. I pressed down to stop her.

I touched my tongue to her pussy and licked. She shuddered. It wouldn’t take much, I thought. She was so far gone already.

I parted her lips with my fingers and blew on her clit. I listened to her mumble some nonsense sounds as she tossed her head.

I went back to her with my tongue, tickling her clit with just the tip. When she groaned, I changed to a gentle lap, licking her like an ice cream cone with absolutely no urgency. I took my sweet time and made her suffer.

“Jesus, please — ”

I sucked her clitoris and listened to her sigh. Then I gave her a nice normal rhythm that would get her where she needed to go. Her scent filled my head, and her sweet/salty taste filled my mouth. I drew on her roughly, and with startling force she came, her body growing taut as she grabbed the back of my head and arched up. The orgasm rocked her and I reveled in its force.

I flipped her to her belly and spread her legs in a wide V. Her toes were on the floor, her upper body on the tall bed. I moved in close behind her and dragged my finger through her wetness. Cruelly, I dipped a single finger inside her pussy.

“Do you want it?”

“Fuck. You know I do.”

“Tell me.” I pulled my finger free and pushed it against her back hole.

She shivered.

“I want it,” she said.

“Want what?”

“Your cock. I want your cock in me.”

“Call it a dick,” I said, torturing her. I grinned, but she couldn’t see me.

“Your dick,” she said. “I want your dick.”

That felled me. I moved in closer and slid my cock between her drenched thighs. I thrusted against the soaked skin, so close to where she wanted me, but not really there.

She growled at me like an animal, and I chuckled.

I spread her ass cheeks, looking at her ass just to make her wait.

She pushed back toward me, tempting me. And winning.

I hauled her hips a little higher and pushed my cock into her wet hole. She shoved herself back to take me. Her wet heat engulfed me as I held her slim hips and squeezed. I rocked into her gently at first, but when she drove herself back, demanding more — harder — I gave her what she wanted.

She stood on tiptoes, taking every thrust I gave her. She clenched her pussy tightly around me, and I clenched my jaw. She did it again, pushing herself toward an orgasm.

I fucked her faster and she said, “Jesus, yes!”

And then she came. Her pussy rippled around me, teasing me. I was so close. So very close.

And she knew it. She shoved her ass back, knocking me off-balance.

She turned, dropped to her knees on the thick carpet, and sucked me into her mouth. Her small hand worked me, her tongue caressed me. But when she looked up at me with those big blue eyes, that’s what did me in.

She slowed, driving her mouth down to the base of my cock, her nostrils flaring. And then, staring me in the eye, she went back to my tip and sucked me in again.

I gave her what she wanted. I came.

She gulped me down and then pulled her mouth off my cock.

“So, how’s your getaway so far, baby?” she asked, grinning up at me.

“Too good. I can’t even tell you,” I said, brushing her bangs out of her face.