Is he looking at me? Well, yeah, he probably is since I’m the only other person in our small town grocery store this late at night. Besides Mr. Hottie, that is. Tanned, lean muscles, sparkling blue eyes, and a panty melting grin. Yup, he totally grinned at me. Ok, just grab the coconut oil and move on. Next stop eggs. Apparently hot stuff needs eggs too, in fact he seems to need everything I do. Coincidence? Shit, there’s that grin again, he knows I'm checking him out. Leaving now, I don’t think that my over active libido is gonna take much more of this before I do something stupid. Like tear off his shirt to see if he’s tatted anywhere else besides his arms. Or pierced anywhere else, like on his seemingly big suckable…jeez that escalated quickly. Time to go. Best part about shopping this late? Zero lines. I’ll be saved from myself in no time. Aaaand…he’s behind me in line. How do I know? This sexy bastard even smells heavenly. I wonder if he tastes as good as he smells. I wonder if he can smell me too? He’s close enough that he should be able to.

“That'll be $28, miss,” the cashier says, breaking me out of my lusty musings.

Grabbing the card out of my pocket, I go to stick it in the chip reader when a large tanned hand clamps down on my wrist followed by a deep sexy voice declaring, “Add my groceries to the lady’s, and I’ll pay for the whole thing.”

“No, I can’t allow you to do that. I don’t even know your name,” was my pathetic reply.

Turning his full attention on me, he says, “Call me Nate. Now, please allow me to conclude this transaction so that we can get out of here. I’m dying to see if you taste as sweet as you smell.”

“Since you put it that way. I wouldn’t want you to die or anything.”

Lame. I have no idea why this Adonis is into me. I mean, I’m not ugly. I’m tall, and curvy with long blonde hair and green eyes. But I sound like a moron.

In the parking lot he asks, “Have you had dinner? I’m famished.”

“No,” I reply, “and so am I.”

“Well...” he muses, “Between us we have the fixins for a great picnic dinner. Wine, cheese, bread, and coconut oil.”

“Coconut oil?” I snicker. “Is that dessert?”

“More or less,” he replies followed by a naughty grin. After a quick internal battle between my libido and my common sense I tell him I’d love to.

“Do you know any good picnic spots? I’m not from around here,” he says looking sheepish and rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sure,” I grin flirtatiously. “Follow me. I know a great place. Very secluded”

Wink. Dufus! I better bring my best dick sucking game and hope he’ll overlook my sad flirting skills.

I love this field, and the woods that surround it. I’ve had many a fantasy involving this place. Maybe some of them will come true tonight! We leave his car running for light and music. Nate decants the wine and I slice the cheese using a multi-tool he keeps in his car. We eat and talk about the places he’s been. Apparently, he’s making his way across the US. Exciting! More exciting is the look he's giving me as he screws the lid off the oil. If the devil had a sexy younger brother it would be Nate.

“Take your shirt off and lay back. I want dessert.”

I happily comply, ready to get on with the real reason we're here. The air is cool on my skin causing my nipples to pebble almost painfully. Warming the oil between his hands, he straddles my hips and begins a slow languorous massage of my sensitive breasts. Squeezing the flesh, thumbing my taught nipples until I’m writhing beneath him. Awash in pure sensation. I feel like I could come from this alone. Working his way down, he unzips my jeans and yanks them and my panties off roughly. Setting every nerve ending I have on edge.

“I’m still thirsty,” he growls. “Lift your hips and spread your pussy with your fingers. Offer it up to me.”

I do as he says, spreading myself luridly. He takes the cool wine bottle and runs the neck up and down over my slickness. The cold glass is playing havoc with my hot, swollen pussy. He teases my entrance with the mouth of the bottle. I’m a little frightened, but too aroused to care. Suddenly he begins pouring the wine on my pussy and lapping it up, sucking me into his ravenous mouth. Swirling his tongue, teasing my clit. I’m reduced to begging for him to fuck me.

“If that’s what you want baby, here you go.” He brutally shoves the wine bottle into me. Fucking me with the cold glass. It stings! But the pain feels good. So good. I begin fucking myself on the bottle while pinching and twisting my oil slick nipples.

“Look at you. So wanton. Fucking this bottle like some cock desperate whore. Such a dirty girl.”

His words are the end of me. I come with a scream, gripping the bottle with my inner walls and riding out the last ripples of my orgasm. My euphoria nearly kept me from hearing the music being interrupted for a news bulletin, “​we're interrupting our broadcast to bring you the news that an alleged serial killer may have been spotted in this vicinity, while working his way across the U.S. Suspect should be considered highly dangerous. He is approximately 6' tall 190lbs. Dark hair, blue eyes. Preferring to find his victims late at night in convenience stores, gas stations and grocery stores. Suspect’s name is Nathaniel Lane.”

The rest fades into the background as I turn to look at ‘Nate' looming over me. Taking in his lovely face, devilish grin, and cold blue eyes...