The man slid his hand higher on her thigh, kneading the silky flesh of her leg, inching almost imperceptibly toward her pussy.

For a moment, Joanne didn't notice, being intent on finding the dirt road. She blinked. "Don't touch," she sighed, placing her hand over his, her palm sweaty with excitement. "I might crack up the car." She kept her hand on his, making sure he didn't move.

She spotted the dirt road and turned off, praying the detective wasn't stupid and would be able to follow. She drove for about a mile and pulled off into a small clearing. She took his hand off her leg.

"There it is." She climbed out of the car and quickly ran to the top of the knoll, looking down at the small stream flowing lazily down below.

He came up behind her, encircling her lush body with his arms and rubbing his cock into her soft ass. "You are a delicious hunk of female flesh."

Joanne pushed back against him, shivering with delight at his passion and the hard cock pressing against her soft bottom. "Mmmmmmm. You don't waste any time."

"With a woman like you, there shouldn't be any time wasted," he said, his hands coming up from around her wispy waist to cup her large pliant tits.

Joanne stood shaking at his bold exploring hands. "I don't even know your name."

"It's Grant Miles." His hand slipped inside her silky dress, cupping a bare tit, the nipple burning into his palm. "What's yours?"

"It's Joanne," she moaned, her legs growing weak from the hot erotic fondling of her tits and his throbbing cock against her ass. She turned into his arms, crushing her body into his. "Kiss me, Grant."

His lips covered hers in an instant, his tongue exploring the eager wetness of her gently sucking mouth. His hands roved over her back, down to her soft tender ass. He cupped the firm ass cheeks and kneaded the flesh, his cock aching in his pants.