It was late morning when we woke up. Adam and I laid there in bed, still tangled in the sheets, just smiling at each other. We broke the silence at the same time when we said, "Good morning," which was followed by laughter since we said it at the same time.

We let time stand still as we looked into each other's eyes, smiling. The room was silent as we laid there. Adam broke the silence by saying, "Stay here and get dressed. I'll be back in about an hour and a half. I have a surprise in store for you today."

I smiled at Adam, kissing him as he walked out the door. I watched him through the window as he walked back toward the bar. I assumed he was getting his truck and would stop by his house to change. I didn't blame him, but I couldn't help but let my mind wander.

As I got ready every possibility ran through my mind. While thinking about the day, and if he truly would come back, I realized I didn't even know his number. It was a minor detail, but a detail that would give him a clean break from me if he chose not to continue whatever it was wrong had going on between us. I didn't have to wait long for an answer, for he was knocking just like he said he would.

I opened the door, letting him in with a smile. I was all ready to go and told him how glad I was to see him again. I probably sounded crazy, but I felt crazy for feeling the way I did about him already. It felt like things were moving way too fast, but I couldn't slow it down if I tried.

Adam smiled, cupping my face with his right hand, using his thumb to brush a piece of my curled hair off my face. He kissed me gently before asking, "Do you want to come back to my place tonight? If so, pack your bag up, and I'll check you out. I know the owner. He won't say anything about you checking out early."

My head was spinning around. Sure, last night we had sex, but would me going to his place, and spending the night with this man be moving too fast? I let my heart speak for me, "I don't see why not."

Adam smiled and said, "Great! I'll check out, and you pack your bags. My truck is the bronze F350, you can throw your bags in there. Do you need to return a rental car somewhere?"

"No, I drove my own car here. It's the white Cruze. Can we go drop it off at your place before going out? I'd hate to leave it sitting here all day."

"A Chevy, really? Yes, we can park it at my place, it's sorta on the way anyways."

I laughed and said, "I guess we are on opposite sides of the car debate. I'll be ready in just a few minutes. Thank you by the way, it'll be nice getting out of the hotel."

He grabbed the room keys and said, "Anytime. I felt we would be spending the night together anyways."

We shared a smile, and he left the room. I finished packing and threw my bags in my trunk. I figured, might as well throw them in my car since that'll be where I put them to leave in the morning. As I shut my trunk, I saw Adam walking over to me. 

"You're all checked out. Follow me and you can drop your car off at my place, once there we can head off."

"Alright. Can I have your number in case we get separated somehow?"

"Yes."

He gave me his number, and jumped into his truck. I followed him down the road about three miles. He pulled into a drive, and pointed to an area for me to park.

My mind went on thinking on how dangerous being in the middle of nowhere with this stranger. I still couldn't get over the fact how I have thrown caution to the wind, and took so many risks with this stranger.

I parked, and got into his truck. He pulled out of the drive and headed down the road. We drove about a block before I asked, "So, what are we doing today?"

Adam smiled and said, "I thought you weren't ever going to ask. I packed a picnic, and thought going to the river would be a good place for lunch."

My face probably lit up. I was excited, and thought how romantic this guy was being. I did my best not to label him as a hopeless romantic, but he definitely gave off that vibe. I replied to his statement, "Sounds amazing."

He said, "Glad you like the sound of it. It's a quiet spot, just outside of town. We will be there in about twenty minutes."

"Perfect." 

"So, why don't you tell me more about yourself. What was your childhood like? What made you come to Georgia?"

I wasn't really sure how to respond. Once again, I let my heart speak for me, "Well, you know I came for my ex.

"Let's see, I am thirty-seven, grew up as one of five kids, and became the first in my family to graduate college."

"Ever marry or have kids?"

"No, and no."

"Would you want kids?"

"Yes, with the right person. What about you ever marry or have kids?"

"No, on both."

"Alright. What else would you like to know?"

We pulled off the road. We sat in the park while we finished the conversation we had started. Once we had established more on the other's life, we got out.

He spread a blanket in the bed of his truck and helped me up. We sat there talking and chatting about the little things in life while we ate. After lunch, we continued to just chat, laying on our sides in the bed of his truck.

After about an hour, he leaned in for a kiss. My how I had been longing for another one of his kisses. He pulled my body against his while we kissed. The rain started to sprinkle our bodies, but we didn't care. It felt good in the Georgia heat.

As the rain started to pick up, so did the heat and passion between us. His shirt came off, followed by my dress, then our shoes, and his jeans and boxers. We were completely nude in the bed of his truck in the rain. 

The thunder crashed around us. Our kiss got deeper and even more passionate. His hand slipped between my legs, and two of his fingers rubbed and massaged my clit. 

"Oh," moans escaped my lips as he went to kiss my neck, "you feel so good."

Adam rubbed harder as he continued to place kisses all over my body. My hands ran through his hair and down his back. He felt so good, I was in love with what he was doing to me.

I laid back, and Adam got directly over me. We kissed each other for a few moments, then he asked, "Are you ready?"

I knew exactly what I wanted, and eagerly nodded. He pushed himself inside me and took long, slow strides. His pace quickened gradually. The faster and harder he went, the louder my moans were. He kissed me gently on occasion, but most of the time he had his face nuzzled into my neck, or whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

He caressed my left breast with his hand as he got to his knees. He thrust himself in me a few more times before we came at the same time.

Once he slid himself out of my cunt, he went and licked it clean. He pressed his tongue deep as it could go a couple times, and flicked it across my clit. I tried not to cum too soon, but did after just a couple of minutes. 

We laid on the blanket a minute or two before Adam said, "We should get dress and head back. This looks like it might get severe."

Our clothes had remained mostly dry under the toolbox on his truck. We quickly dressed and ran for the truck to remain as dry as we could. I grabbed his hand as we drove back.

Once back at his place, I asked if I could go shower. My hair had become slimy in the rain from the hair products becoming wet, and wanted to clean it. He pointed towards the bathroom and asked, "Want company?"

I smiled and took a few seconds to think. I said, "Yes. Would you like to come with me?"

Adam quickly agreed. We jumped into the shower, having compromised on the temperature a little since he didn't like the scolding hot water that I preferred. We scrubbed our hair and playfully threw extra suds on the other.

I acted like I had dropped the bar of soap, and went to pick it up. Instead, I let it stay on the floor and took hold of his cock. I stroked it twice before placing it in my mouth. I sucked it deep into my mouth. Adams' fingers pulled my hair back, allowing the warm water to rinse the shampoo out of it. I bobbed up and down his shaft for a few minutes before he came. I swallowed his load the best I could. 

I slid him out of my mouth as I stood up. We shared a long kiss under the water pouring onto us. Once the water turned cold, we exited the shower. We got dressed, and he cooked us dinner. 

We talked even more about life, and what had made us who we were. We sipped on wine and talked just like old friends. I knew in morning I would have to leave, but I also knew I didn't want too.