The sun, burning into the desert, had an orange glow that shone on the clouds. Their Jeep sped across the open sand as if racing time with their time-share cabin in the distance. This was their sanctum of desires, the one place where phone-calls, interruptions and life's turbulence couldn't bother them.

The desert heat was intense even at the dawning of the day. Stephanie, or Stevie to her friends, arched back and let the rushing wind, blast against her flesh. Overcome with the fever of her anticipated passions she pulled her skirt up and let the dry wind search out the moistness within her.

Don swerved in the road as he noticed her leaning back and that she wasn't wearing any underwear and the smooth hair across her pubis blew in the racing wind and her pussy seemed to open to it's force. She licked her fingertip, wetting it with her tongue as she closed her eyes and envisioned sliding something else into her wet mouth. The way she slid the tip of her finger along the edge of her mouth and let her tongue wet it made Don adjust his pants as they tightened.

His attention was on the road but became distracted as she loosened her blouse and undid the top few buttons, letting the bursts of wind make the fabric flutter against her breasts. The wind made the lapels of her blouse stroke her chest. Don's hands were jealous. He reached over and slid his hand inside her blouse and grasped her breast and gently felt it mold to his hand and the hardened nipple poked through the space between his fingers and she moaned as he squeezed the tips between them.

Stevie grasped his hand and extended his middle finger and slid it between her red lipstick covered lips, sucking on the length of it as her other hand encompassed her lower labia lips. Her eyes rolled back and she guided his hand down to between her thighs and put her foot on the dashboard and lowered back closing her eyes, raising her arms above her head and pulling her hair from its barrette.

Don was trying hard to watch the road but the wetness his hand felt warmed his body and aroused him so. Her hips rose and fell to his probing finger and the muscles of her legs seemed to tighten as if they were making love. The line of her body sloped like a sunrise needing only to be admired. In the instant of her peaking. Don couldn't contain his desires.

As the car skidded onto the shoulder of the highway, Stevie shockingly opened her eyes and glared at him. Don fumbled with his pants and Stevie's hands touched his and steadied them as she undid his pants and pulled them down. She could see how excited he was and her own desires were almost released. As she shuffled around the stick shift she rose above him and grabbed the roll bar above the jeep and grasped the seat adjustment and lowered him back and as he leaned backwards the fullness of her pussy slid down the length of his shaft. Even though they were in full view of the few passing cars they were oblivious to everything around them except the beauty of their sex.

Don's hands reached up her torso to her breasts. Her blouse opened to the breeze of wind and her breasts were full and tingling to his small tugs and groping as she tightened her inner vaginal walls around his throbbing cock. Stevie seemed both confused and aroused as she started shaking as she forced Don deeper into her almost hammering against him with force, feeling the need to have him deeper inside. She grabbed the roll bar and leaned back feeling the tension of his hard-on strain from the tension of the grind. Don kissed her breast as she leaned forward and it swayed before his mouth. She touched his face with her hands then whimpered and grabbed his chest. She bit her lip and closed her eyes tight trying to squeeze him inside of her and the pull of her muscles as she rose off of him, made her juice flow down to between his legs as he bucked trying to contain himself from her grip. Stevie looked up and took a handful of his shirt in her hand as she pulled away from his chest. With her breasts freed from her shirt and a burst of air from a passing truck rushing over her, she came. The total abandon made her cry out and Don lay there oozing from his own orgasm pulsing within her.

Stevie giggled and her eyes saw flashing lights and focused on a figure walking towards her. The policeman was adjusting his belt and whistling as he strolled towards the Jeep. As Stevie tried to button herself up she smiled and slid over to her seat. Don lay there smiling with his dick leaning against his leg and a glimmering stream of fluid across his thigh.

"Uh, sir, could you please put that away", the policeman sternly said holding back the laughter, "Some may consider that a weapon".