The jet black Z3 was eating up shoreline like a ravenous hawk, but Hayden decided to pull off the highway. Cutting his speed and easing onto one of the winding side roads, he stole another glance at Diva. She had the passenger's seat reclined half way while she stared at the roadside in silence. She was close enough to reach out and touch, but the rest of her was somewhere far away from there.
The top was down and the summer breeze was blowing back long strands of Mediterranean black hair against the headrest. The conspicuous mounds of her breasts, unfettered under a clinging, low cut aqua tank top, quivered with the vibration of the car. Hayden had nothing but wild guesses as to what she was thinking. A year ago, his chances would have been better, but she was a different entity now, pensive in a way he'd never seen.
He felt a pang of regret as he downloaded another mental snapshot to his emotional hard drive. The only time they'd spent together up to now had been while Hayden and her older sister were still making ill-fated wedding plans, but it had been the kind of time they kept to themselves. Simple meetings for coffee or lunch, but meetings no one knew about. Time they owned that had nothing to do with anyone else. Accidental looks and touches meaning everything they could never say.
Then there were the parties where Diva got wasted on too much of everything and ended up calling Hayden to go out and take her home from strange houses on obscure streets. Once, he'd had to go out and bail her out of jail.
It wasn't as if Diva's family had never been aware of her feral streak, but the messy details Hayden had witnessed remained between Diva and him alone.
When she looked over and caught him watching, he gave her a quick smile and turned his eyes back on the road.
"Hayden? I have to pee," she said. "Bad."
"It might be a few kilometers before there's..."
"I can't wait that long." She was perfectly calm, her tone contradicting the urgency of her words. "Any old vineyard'll do."
Hayden eased up on the gas and gradually floated to a stop on the shoulder beside a small vineyard. He was relieved for the break from driving, and got out to stretch his legs. He walked to the rear of the car and leaned against it, chancing a peek over his shoulder to watch Diva step cautiously between rows of grapes.
She looked like she belonged there, as if she were inspecting the progress of the vines.
Then a sudden image came to Hayden's mind of Diva standing in the middle of a stained wooden vat, dressed just as she was, making wine the old fashioned way. Her head was tossed back, eyes closed and her face was full of selfless joy as she squashed grapes under her bare feet. Her supple legs spattered with red juice as high as her thighs. He saw her break out in unrestrained laughter as she danced the grapes into pulp.
"Hayden?" she jarred him from his daydream. "I need help.
He frowned and walked to the end of the row where she stood several paces in. She was holding her unzipped shorts up on her hips, looking at him with a plaintive pout.
"I can't keep my balance," she said. "And I don't want to fall in the dirt."
"You're kidding, right?" he asked, noticing the black panties peeking out of her open shorts.
"Of course not. Please?"
As he approached her, he answered her smug grin with a questioning look.
"Just let me hold your hands while I squat," she said sweetly, as if she were asking him to pass the sugar. Then she quickly pushed her shorts and panties to her ankles.
Hayden swallowed a mouthful of air when he caught a flash of her shaved pussy. She grabbed his hands and squatted. He felt his pulse leap as he scanned the tops of her lush breasts and realized how close her face was to the front of his pants.
Diva closed her eyes and exhaled a long, loud sigh of relief as the tiny torrent of pee broke out. Hayden barely knew what hit him. A rush of hot tingles lit up his groin while his head swam through a haze of nagging desire. He made the mistake of looking down to meet Diva's penetrating eyes. She'd always had a way of pinning him with a gaze that was sweet and demanding at the same time, but it never unsettled him the way it did now.
She grinned impishly and sighed again as she finished peeing.
"All set? We should get back on the road," he said in a measured tone.
"Well," she drawled slowly, "there's just one more thing. Do you still have those napkins from the last place we stopped?"
He let go of one hand and reached into the rear pocket of his linen trousers, pulling out a fresh paper napkin. She held his gaze as she took it and pushed it down to pat herself between her hunkered thighs. Then she grabbed his free hand again and pulled herself back to her feet.
Hayden waited for her to pull up her panties and shorts, but as he hesitated to turn away, she pinned him with a look that managed to come off as vacant and conniving at the same time. She seemed totally unconcerned with standing in someone's vineyard with her shorts and panties around her ankles while she held onto his hands.
He knew she wouldn't miss the sweat breaking out on his palms. He felt his pulse light up his cock while his throat went dry.
"So what do you think?" she broke the laden silence.
He started to say something about the quaint beauty of the vineyard, but she cut him off.
"No," she crooned. "My pussy. I mean, I know you were looking at how I shaved."
"Kind of hard to avoid under the circumstances."
She snickered. "Well? Do you think it's pretty?"
"Jesus, Diva, what kind of question is that?"
"Kind of obvious, don't you think?"
"Not to mention totally inappropriate." His cock began to thicken with contradiction. "For christsakes, I practically married your sister."
"I know, but that was eons ago and the key word is practically. Besides, we both know why you didn't. And why you invited me on this trip. So just tell me. I mean, like, do you like women who shave? Do you like your pussy smooth? Do you like ... me? Just be honest and I'll never ask again, I promise."
A change passed through her eyes and pleasing her was suddenly the only thing that mattered. Appropriate could go to hell. Why else would he invite his ex-fiancé's sister on a summer trip across Europe? With sweaty palms and neck, and a cock threatening to swell to distracting proportions, all Hayden could think about was the look of pure happiness in his daydream of her dancing on grapes to make wine.
"Okay," he finally agreed. "Just this once ... I'll tell you the whole truth and nothing but."
She looked at him, waiting. Impassive.
"The second you walked through customs in Paris, it felt like my blood was going backwards. It was like ... I don't know ... discovering something extraordinary no one else ever saw before. You were the Diva I was never supposed to fall in love with but did anyway ... despite all your crazy fuck-ups. You were always like this fairytale princess who locks her soul in the guard tower so she can take little side trips to Hell and tease the devil without tarnishing it. But something's really different about you now. Like your darkness isn't so deep ... but wider ... and I keep trying to reach through it and find you and make you realize what a horrible disaster it would be to ever let you go."
Her eyes grew moist and narrowed. "Maybe the princess ends up fucking the devil and comes back stained."
He leaned close to her ear, half whispering as if he didn't want the grapes to overhear.
"Just now when you dropped your panties in the dirt and showed me your pussy the world stopped spinning. I've never seen anything more beautiful or desirable, and if you were anyone else ... fuck ... every second of being away from you this past year feels like a spike in my heart, and I want you to know I have never in my life felt exactly this way about anyone ever ... not even ... back then. But no matter how tight you hold my hands and wiggle your ass while you piss in the dirt, you're still a thousand miles away. And yeah ... I like it shaved ... I like it any way you want to serve it up. But make no mistake, baby girl ... your pussy ... perfect as it is ... it's just one more tree in the forest you and I are lost in."
Diva went halfway slack and she leaned against Hayden's broad, unyielding body, still clutching his hands. She sighed against his chest and they fell silent until she looked up at his face again. Her emerald flecked eyes suddenly lit up.
"Do you want to know where the softest part of me is?" she asked seriously. Then she drew his hand between her thighs. She didn't press his fingers against her pussy lips as he expected, but just against that little hollow of tender skin right beside. "Right there," she sighed. "That's the softest part of me. I want you to like it. To like me."
"Jesus, Diva," he groaned in hopeless frustration. His cock swelled and pushed insistently against his briefs. He pressed his finger against the warm, damp skin she wanted him to know was so soft. Then he let his finger brush once across her warm, pliant pussy lips. "You didn't fuck the devil," told her softly. "You are the devil."
She snickered, arching her hips as he pulled his finger away. "Are you just figuring that out now?"
"No. Now pull your fucking panties back on. We've got a long way to go."
A truck suddenly groaned into sight further up the road, and Hayden turned to go back to the car. Diva bent over to pull up her panties and shorts and followed.
.... There is more of this story ...