The Wild One The Wild One It was impossible to predict her. Laura seems to
love that fact about herself; actually, I think she thrives on it. So when I
boarded the light-rail commuter train at the downtown station-on Laura's
instructions-I had no idea what to expect...because Laura was not there. It
was just me and a hundred other commuters; Tired looking business types ragged
out from yet another day at the office. Once we were out of the city, the
train began emptying. Well dressed bodies jammed shoulder to shoulder to get
out the sliding doors. At one stop, there was such a exodus of bodies that I
didn't see Laura get on the train. There she was, though, coming into my car,
already having spotted me. Laura wore a knee length skirt and white blouse,
buttoned to her throat. She pretended not to know me as the train gathered
speed, moving further from the city, to where rolling meadows were
interspersed with housing devolopments. At the next to last stop, everyone in
our compartment exited except Laura, A well dressed man in his early forties,
and me. The stranger sat a few seats to my right; he was a banker type, his
suit pants stitched in conservative cuffs, a copy of the Wall street Journal
across his lap. Keeping her silence, not even making eye contact, Laura sat
opposite us. She crossed her legs tightly, a certain mischief to the way her
black skirt raised to expose an inviting portion of thigh. Her curled,
chestnut hair was pulled back off her face. Her eye makeup was a subtle milk
chocolate that gave depth to her irises. She forced the skirt up her legs,
just about showing it all. Knees wide apart, ankles close together, she rubbed
excited pressure through her panties. Her sighs were audible now; full of
pleasure. "Mmmm, I want it. I want it." Laura's tongue searched across her
lips. Gasping,"Mmmm," Looking at the banker, freezing him. "In my mouth... I
want cock in my mouth" I nodded the banker toward Laura as if it was his
option. Self concious, checking to see if the few passengers in the other cars
might notice, He took about ten seconds to decline. Laura pouted at the
rejection and pulled hard on the front of her panties, tugging them below the
skirt hem. Her hand was on bare pussy now, exposing glimpses of fluff. "On my
tongue." She looked at me, urging, "Come on, YOU can do it.", as she knelt on
the floor. The train was gliding fast and smooth over the tracks, so I stood
in front of laura, my back to the other cars to block any other passengers
view,and opened my pants wit mty free hand, letting my erection shoot urgently
into view. She wrapped moist, hot lips around me sucking passionatly, gushing
warm salivia over my dick. I sensed the Banker staring at us-the conspicuous
voyeur- and a swirl of excitement overcame me: to think that we were actually
doing this; That Laura was sucking my dick out in plain view. Her salivia ran
warmly over my balls. Her motions were full, Hungry, and passionate until my
semen erupted in her mouth. I gripped the support pole strongly, holding on
for balanceas ecstacy spewed from my loins. It was all I could do to keep from
falling, Only vaguely aware of the sound of Laura swallowing my ejaculate. It
was a while before I saw Laura again, but when I did, I saw all of her.... At
once. It was a late fall evening, pretty warm for that time of year, os it
wasn't that big a deal when Laura turned a corner driving her friends '65
Mustang with the top down. The car's headlights cut a path of white throught
the otherwise moonless night, brakes sqeaking a little as Laura came to a hard
stop at the curb.

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 "Hey Sailor." Laura said playfully. The girl was not only
topless, but bottomless as well, wearing nothing but a pair of running shoes.
Her nipples were chilled into tight erections. Whomever owned the Mustang had
souped up the engine; it had no trouble hitting 100 on a single lane straight
away. Laura held the wheel like a pro, air rushingthrough the open compartment
like a tornado, whipping her shoulder length hair like an untamed mane. Her
sneakers feet worked the accelerator and brake as if this was NASCAR. I was
going to say something dumb such as, Maybe you should slow down before you get
us killed, but the siren from the cop car now chasing us cut me off. "Oh
SHIT!" I looked over my shoulder to see the single twisting blue light. I
looked in the backseat and shouted "where are your clothes?" "Don't have any
babe." Laura smiled, as if that was that, no sense worrying about what
couldn't be helped. "Thats the whole idea." She hit the brakes hard, swerved
onto the shoulder, throwing up gravel and dust. Surprised, the cop flew by us,
slammed his brakes, and lost the tail end of his cruiser for a second, before
doing a controlled 180 and coming back for us, His hi beams and searchlights
in our faces. But Laura got out of the car and stood naked in the light of the
cop car. She actually posed next to the Mustang, cupped her breasts in both
hands and did a little dance. The cop came on the bullhorn and ordered me out
of the car. Taking a deep breath, I got out with my arms up, I stood a few
feet off to Laura's right, whispering that she was crazy. She said,"But you
like that don't you?" the she strutted toward the cop, dancing in his
headlights, bending over with her back toward him, spreading her legs. Laura's
gyrations got the cop out of his car. "Get her the hell home" the cop warned
me. Laura was smiling victoriously as I walked her around to the passenger
door."Christ sake, what the fuck're you trying to do to us?" I muttered. "Turn
you on" she replied, slipping a hand between her legs. "Turn me on..." After
the cop left us, I made a right into the first cornfield I found, parked the
mustang between tall rows of dried crops, and killed the engine. Laura sighed
"I think there's a blanket in the trunk" The night was now ubelivable quiet,
the ground warm and fertile. Laura lay facedown on the blanket, the humus
beneath it yielding to her weight like a firm mattress. Legs parted, she
played with the seam of her pussy while I got my pants down. Grasping her
hips, I rubbed my erection against the back of her thighs, feeling my member
getting sticky as beads of semen smeared between us. Her scene with the cop
had spun all sense from my brain: All that was left was the undeniable desire
her zanies instilled in me. Her vaginia was slick with excitement as I entered
her. Laura kept both hands on her pussy, doing her clit while I stroked back
and forth. She cried out shrilly, endlessly, knowing, in the middle of the
field, that no one would hear, no one would see. I wrapped a hand around her
mouth, trying to quite her, but she fought free, twisting her head vigorously,
hips moving beneath me. Laura cried out for me not to stop, to keep fucking
her; she wanted it faster, all the way in and out. My cock strained
incredibly. It was rock-hard, throbbing, pushing in and out with the hungry
thrusts that climaxed deep withing her. Laura screamed the whole way through
it, getting off on the penetration of my dick and the pressure of her fingers. 

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