"You'd please even the most picky admirer." He took a step toward her, but she held up her hand to stop him.

"Let me come to you." She turned briefly, wanting the detective with his camera to have a good clear shot of her facing him. In her mind, she could hear the quick rapid clicking of the shutter as the man snapped picture after picture with his motor-driven Pentax. She turned to Grant, walking seductively toward him, the warm summer breeze sending hot chills up and down her naked body.

She stopped in front of him, her eyes green emeralds, glistening with passion. "Touch my pussy, Grant. Feel how hot and juicy it is."

Grant reached down between her parted legs, stroking his fingers through the wetness of her cunt slit, hot sticky juice clinging to his fingers. He pulled out his hand and saw the filmy white cream.

"I told you," she purred, like a kitten. "My pussy is soaked and aching for your hard cock." She reached down and grabbed his prick in her delicate hand. "I'll bet it's a giant cock too."

Joanne had Grant reeling. He grabbed her, his hands groping and squeezing her body in frantic grabs on her tits, hips, arms and legs. He couldn't get enough.

"Don't hurt me," she sighed breathlessly, getting hotter by the second. She took her hand away from his pants and stepped back. "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes," he rasped, needing to fuck this hot bitch before he lost his mind. He grabbed his pants, tugging, wanting to free his prick.

"No," she moaned, placing her sweaty hand on his. "Let me do it." She dropped to her knees in the grass, her tits jiggling as she crawled the short distance to his bulging groin. She was eye level with his crotch, her mouth only inches away.

Grant couldn't believe his good fortune. What started out as a pain-in-the-ass day with his car breaking down, looked like one of the better days of his life. He watched her pull the zipper down with her long delicate fingers, her nails bright with red fiery polish.