Kissing was not really Holly's thing, but having a guy take the steering wheel from her felt so good, so she eagerly kissed him back, her hands now exploring his hard body. Her eyes couldn't see, but she could feel the faint trace of a scar on the side of his body... Maybe a childhood mishap, or some near scrape with the children of the corn. Holly didn't pay another second of attention to it as they kissed, her tongue tasting the big man's mouth. After a minute she broke it off, remembering exactly why she doesn't kiss.<br/><br/>Holly smiled and easily shrugged off her tank-top, showing off her bra. It was a pretty simple piece; She had been expecting to be stuck in a car for a day or two, and didn't feel the need to wear her more expensive pieces of lingerie during that time.<br/><br/>Though she had been sexually active for a few years now, it just occurred to Holly that she had never... Fucked outdoors, before. Beds, of course, and couches, and in her wilder moments a table or in the shower, but never under the open sun, and definitely not in the middle of a hayfield. She sat down on a haybale and began to unlace her tennis shoes, looking up at him. "Well, are you going to take those off?" She asks, obviously referencing his pants.