Charlette was being naughty.  Again.<br/><br/>So spank her, Old Man.  Not sure who’d enjoy that more, you or her.<br/><br/>The rain was still coming down.  And judging by the sound of the falling drops all over his car, it had increased in intensity.  All that falling water had turned the once semi-clear windows and windshield into nothing but pure distortion.  Of course, it was still possible to see outside, but the view on offer was unclear at best.  No cars were near them, and the few that remained were a good stone’s throw away.<br/><br/>And then the kisses on his neck began, followed by earlobe violation.<br/><br/>Think she’s trying to tell you something, Old Man.<br/><br/>Gee, no shit, Paul thought sarcastically.<br/><br/>Presently speaking, any thoughts of a hike were dashed, thanks to the rain’s continuance.  That idea of a mini nap was also stymied, courtesy of Charlette being on top of him.  While she persisted with her booty-wiggling, Paul noticed how her hiking shorts weren’t of the snug variety.  This made it easier for his hands to slide up each leg, where butt-cheek cradling could commence.  By the feel of it, Charlette was wearing undies, so his hands remained there as he fondled her ass, while also enjoying the smoothness of her panties.