Two months after our Red Sea vacation fling, the Egyptian heat still scorched our nights. Tonight, post-boring party, champagne buzzing in our veins, I craved it again. ‘Strip,’ I growled in the car. Ruby’s eyes flashed—fear, lust. She peeled off everything. Her goddess body glowed under passing headlights, skin prickling, nipples hardening in the chill air. Heart hammering, pussy already slick.
I veered onto a dark forest path, killed the engine. Pulled her close. Lips crushed hers, fingers diving into her dripping heat. She shuddered, gasped. ‘Get out. Into the woods. Naked.’ ‘You’re insane!’ But her cunt spasmed, betraying her. She stepped out, barefoot, cursing—’Ow! Shit!’—vanishing into shadows. I waited, cock throbbing. Then blasted the headlights. There she was: pale, trembling beauty, eyes wide with terror-lust behind trees.
The Fever
She crept back, magnificent. I snapped pics. Didn’t see the car stop. Two cops approached. ‘Evening. National Police. Private path?’ Ruby froze, spotted them, shrieked ‘Oh God!’ and dove inside, clutching clothes. I played dumb: ‘She needed to pee.’ Inspector Leclerc smirked. ‘Exhibitionist nympho, eh?’ Ruby denied, but her flush screamed yes. They ordered us out. ‘Fouille the car.’ Ruby half-dressed, then stripped again on command. Hands on hood, legs spread wide. Skin fever-hot, heart pounding visible in her throat.
Leclerc groped her tits—’Natural beauties.’ She quivered, nipples like diamonds. Threatened station, press. I egged it: ‘Obey, love.’ She bent, ass up, blonde bush glistening, pussy weeping nectar. He fetched latex gloves. I fingered her ass first, slick with her juices. Then him—deep, probing. She moaned, bucking back.
Her rage melted to fire. Kissed me fierce, my fingers making her gush. Sergeant Varnier jerked off watching from the car. Ruby came hard, thighs slick, eyes locked on his fist-pumping cock. ‘Slut,’ I whispered. She grinned, complicit.
The Blaze
On the hood now, legs splayed, cunt pulsing. She demanded condoms: ‘Equip up, boys.’ First time she led. Leclerc gloved, plunged in. Two minutes, he exploded. Varnier next—huge, relentless. She wrapped legs around him, screaming ‘Yessss!’ They fucked her senseless—hood to backseat. She milked him dry.
Cops laughed off: ‘Don’t linger.’ Door shut, I pounced. Fucked her raw on the seat—acrobatic, sweat-slick frenzy. Three hours of Kama Sutra in tight space. Hearts synced in savage rhythm.
Finally driving, her head on my shoulder, skin still flushed. ‘And tomorrow?’ ‘Whatever we crave.’ She kissed me deep—trust, invitation. Our bond unbreakable, hungrier.