Maria looked over at the 21-year-old college student in her passenger seat and felt a heat between her legs. Jake, as he was called, had just bought her a drink at the local bar, and Maria could tell what the young man wanted from the minute she made eye contact. She was happy to give it to him, more than happy in fact, and was looking forward to taking out the frustrations of her day on his young, excited body. But she wanted to play with him first. She’d already leaned him over her truck in the dive bar’s parking lot, but now, as she drove him further and further away from where they’d first met, she was trying to decide what to do next.
The sun was almost completely set, but in the faint bits of orange light that remained, Maria could see excitement, lust, and anticipation in the young boy’s eyes. He was breathing short and shallow, staring straight ahead.
“You can look at me baby,” Maria said. “And don’t worry, I’m not taking us too much further. We just need to be somewhere where no one will hear you moan.”