<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Clint2_zpseedf516a.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Clint "Cowboy" Forge</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>En route to The Rusty Spur Saloon<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- April 15th 2006 10:30pm<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Blair<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Clint was driving fast and the travel time had been cut to a little under an hour, but they still had more than enough time of open highway for him to work Blaire up! He felt her hands on his, trying to impede his advances but she was not putting up that great of a struggle. Clint took his time, his rough finger pads caressing the inside of her smooth thighs. If he wasn't careful he would end up turned on with a nice bulge to sport. Zipper chafe was the worst thing ever!<br/><br/>"Are you sure you want me to stop?" He asked as his finger tips brushed against the thin crotch of her g-string. When he discovered the wet little patch he pressed his fingers pads into it, wiggling a single tip between the outer folds of her pussy before he began to rub the area in slow firm circles. "No...that will come later..." Clint promised, twisting her words when she told him not to be a dick. Once he was sure the little wet spot had grown, he slipped his finger tips up the crotch of her g-string before slipping then under the flimsy layer. He knew her pussy well, his fingers immediately began to rub the folds at the peak of her slit, coaxing and urging her clit out.<br/><br/>He stole glances her way, trying to keep most his attention on the road. It was hard to focus when he was loving every protest and wine she made. Blaire deserved to be teased, to know what it felt like to be left sexually frustrated and worked up. Did it make for amazing sex later? Yes, but those long hours seemed to move slower then the last ten minutes in church when he was a kid. "Fuck you are so wet...should we just pull over?" Clint asked but had no true intention of doing do, it was all part of his plan to torment her. Later that night they could fuck each other into a coma!