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Super-Hot Stop
By Janine


Dupree crouched down behind Corinna, her red heels shifting in the gravel at the side of the road as she placed her hands on the blonde's ankles and slowly began to trail them up her denim clad thighs.

Corinna shifted her hands on the hood of the car as Dupree's hands glided over her legs, searching and caressing at the same time. Her jeans were tight, Corinna didn't know what the brunette expected to find hidden in them, but as Dupree's hands teased the inside of her thighs she decided that the brunette must just be one of those people that believed the journey was more important than the destination.

Dupree stood up slowly and then pressed herself tightly against Corinna's ass her hands moving to the blonde's hips before sliding around to the front of her body, brushing over the tops of her thighs, searching around her waist and then around to her lower back, before slipping back around to the front of her body and brushing over her pelvis.

Corinna breathed in deeply as she felt the brunette's hand brush over her crotch, a gasp escaping her a moment later as the brunette cupped her and pushed up firmly drawing Corinna's ass more firmly against her own pelvis.

"You're not a cop," Corinna breathed out a moment later as Dupree allowed her hands to drift away from her pelvis and up to her stomach which she stroked lightly, still pretending that this was search as her hands migrated up to Corinna's breasts.

"That's a fact," Dupree breathed out softly, her lips tantalizingly close to Corinna's ear.

"Bou-nty hunter?" Corinna asked a moment later her voice hitching slightly as Dupree's hands cupped her breasts.

"Fugitive recovery specialist," Dupree breathed out.

"Potato, Potatoe," Corinna responded softly forcing herself to take deep, calming breaths as Dupree continued to touch her. She could feel her body beginning to respond to the brunette's searching touch, and she didn't want to tip her hand.

"No," Dupree breathed out softly. "Tomato," she said squeezing Corinna's breasts through her thin tank top. "Tomatoe," she continued her thumbs grazing over the blonde's rapidly hardening nipples.

Corinna released as shuddering breath.

So much for playing it cool.

"It's a shame we had to met like this," Dupree said softly, her lips grazing against Corinna's earlobe, before she sucked it into her mouth briefly and pulled back.

"It doesn't have to be," Corinna responded, her voice rougher than usual. "The pleasure could be all yours."

Dupree sighed into her ear. "You are lovely," she said finally her hands moving back down to Corinna's waist. "But momma needs to pay the rent and phone bill."

"What if I could make it worth your while to let me go?" Corinna asked, one of her hands moving from the hood of Dupree's car to her waist, holding the brunette's hand in place.

"Oh, I'm sure you could," Dupree breathed out appreciatively, her free hand running up Corinna's side. "But like Destiny's Child once asked, 'can you pay my bills? Can you pay my telephone bills? Do you pay my automo' bills?'"

Corinna smirked. "Actually, I can," she responded pushing off of the hood feeling Dupree's breasts against her back for a moment before the brunette stepped back putting some space between their bodies. "When you stopped me, I told you I was in a hurry. Lemme tell you why …"

The End

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