By AJ Cross

Click here to Read Part I, II, III Cross-Eyed Sideview Mirror first.

(The following is the finalé of a four part series which has run for four consecutive weeks)

He continued kissing me and then, finally, turned me over. He kissed my neck and back and then he propped me up a bit as he began to feast on the lower part of me. I could barely keep my breath as he buried his tongue deep inside of me. After a few minutes of what can only be described as sensational, he whispered into my ear “are you ready”. The question needed no explanation and I just said “yes”. As he pushed it in slowly and steadily, my knees gave out and his strong arms kept me from the ground. He grabbed my waist and hoisted me up and onto my knees. He thrusts were forceful and deep and steady.

His grip upon me was firm and he occasionally would bite down on my neck almost in timing when he would go in the deepest. The sweat began to build on us both and I could feel it dripping from his brow onto my back. He started to push faster and deeper until I could not even feel any other part of my body.

He briefly came out of me and then laid himself down on the floor and, without giving me instructions, I sat upon him and I took over, pretending that he was one of the horses he had been caring for his whole life. The sweat was so much that my hands kept sliding off his broad chest. I leaned down and kissed him as he held my butt in his hands and pushed harder and harder.

Just at the point when, without even touching myself I was going to explode, I heard a hard knock on the window of my car. I opened my eyes and the man in the cowboy hat I had seen in the sideview mirror was standing there. I was taken off guard. Within seconds of first seeing him getting out of his truck, my mind had taken me so far. It all seemed so real to me, yet it all happened in moments in my thoughts.

He gestured for me to roll down the window, so I did and he asked me if I was ok. I told him that the car stalled out and that there were some lights that came on which may be indicating a problem. He told me that there was not going to be a place to stop for a while and offered for me to go with him until the rain stopped.

I turned off the car and grabbed my bag and followed him to his truck. When I got into the passenger side, I could not help but ask him if his name was Luke. He smiled and said no. My name is “Matthew”.

“Objects in mirror are closer than they appear” took on a whole new meaning that night.