Hit the Wall

He headed to a local burger joint that had a burger toppings bar that I loved. They made the best burgers, juicy and perfectly cooked. And they had all sorts of stuff that you could get on your burger. I usually stuck with my favorite combo of mushrooms, cheddar cheese, banana peppers, and steak sauce. This time around I thought it would be best to skip the peppers with all the butterflies in my stomach right now. Which got me another look from Jackson as he sat down across from me in the booth once we were done ordering at the window. I swear, I couldn’t put anything past him since he paid so much attention to my likes and dislikes.

I waited until we were eating before moving I excused myself to use the bathroom. “I’ll be back in a second.” Jackson just nodded and watched me as I walked away.

As I washed my hands, I stared at my reflection in the mirror and gave myself a quick pep talk since nobody else was around.

“You can do this. Hell, you have to do this. There’s no backing down now. You heard Jackson when he said that sometimes you just have to take what’s coming to you. Go out there and do exactly that.”

I pulled my panties out of my purse and tucked them into the palm of my hand before striding out of the bathroom and back to Jackson. I sat down in the booth next to him this time. The plates had been cleared while I was gone.

“You want dessert?” he asked. “I wasn’t sure so I didn’t go up and order anything yet.”

“Well,” I drawled out before leaning into him so I could whisper in his ear, “I kind of had an idea about dessert.”

“Yeah?” he whispered back as he nuzzled my cheek. “What kind of idea?”

I slipped the panties into his hand, which was resting on my leg, as my answer and waited for him to realize what I’d done. He looked down at my panties and back up at me with a shocked look on his face.

“Did you go and slip these off for me?” he asked in a hushed tone.

“Nope,” I answered. He heaved a deep sigh at my response, so I filled him in on the details. “I couldn’t have slipped them off just now because I put them in there tonight before I left. I haven’t been wearing any panties at all.”

As soon as I said that, he gave me a look filled with so much desire that I could hardly breathe. He jumped out of the booth, pulling me behind him. He rushed me to the truck and helped me inside. I felt his hand on my ass, checking for panty lines as he helped me in, too. He hurried around to the driver’s side and revved the engine before speeding out of the parking lot. He still hadn’t said a single word.

We drove in silence, and I wasn’t even sure where we were headed until I recognized the signs. We were nearing the lake. He was taking me back to the cabin. As we got closer, he reached his hand out to trail his fingertips on my thigh, slowly inching my skirt up. Since I was bare, my legs instinctively closed.

“Spread ‘em,” Jackson growled.

“What?” I gasped.

“I’m calling in my prize from batting practice tonight. You’re it, Kaylie. The best fucking one I can think of. The only prize I want. Now spread those beautiful legs for me and show me that pretty pussy that you’re going to give me tonight.”

“But, Jackson, someone could see,” I argued, torn between wanting desperately to part my legs and my fear of someone seeing me.

“Nobody’s going to see you but me, Kaylie. We’re far enough out of town that there shouldn’t be any traffic, and I promise to pull your skirt back down if I see anyone around. Please, sweetheart. Show me how daring you were to come out tonight totally bare just for me.”

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and slowly parted my legs. I felt Jackson’s fingers slide down the length of my leg and slowly inch the skirt up my thigh. There was a cool rush of air that warned me how high the skirt had gone before I heard Jackson.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “I can’t believe you really did it. My brave girl.”

He gently pulled my leg towards him so he could trace the inside seam of my thigh. And then I felt the lightest of touches over my pussy lips. I’d gotten a Brazilian wax earlier in the week, so the skin was super smooth and very sensitive. I gasped and my hips inched up a little in the seat trying to get closer to his fingers.

“Shit, Kaylie. You really are bare. You’re killing me here. Thank fuck the cabin is close by and nobody is there. Or else I’d be fighting with myself not to take you for the first time in my truck.”

“Jackson,” I whimpered.

“Shhh, it’s okay. We’re almost there, sweetheart. Just a couple more minutes,” he reassured me as he continued to trail his fingers over me.