0 comments/ 18083 views/ 0 favorites Hot August Night By: irishlass101 I’d been invited to this party and against my better judgment, I decided to go. Too many celebrities and way too many reporters looking for a story. My name is Peyton, and I’m a fashion reporter. Okay, so maybe it’s not Pulitzer stuff, but it’s a good living, and I get to meet everyone…. But I digress. This story is about a party…. Peyton did a last minute check of herself. Nice short leather skirt, blue peasant blouse and black boots, blonde curls streaming down her back. She was tired of being conservative, and decided to wear something bold from a new young designer. After all, the outfit was a freebie… Smiling at her reflection, she picked up her bag and headed out the door. Her friend Lucy met her at the door. The house was already filled with other reporters and some of Hollywood’s stars and wannabes. Peyton headed for the bar and got a glass of wine. “Can you water this down a bit for me? Just some seltzer, I need to keep my wits about me for a while.” She took the drink and settled into a barstool. She scanned the room, looking for familiar faces. Hands waved to her, and she waved back. No one worth talking to, not this early anyway. Turning back to the bar, she didn’t see who had approached. She nearly choked on her wine when she heard that deep Aussie voice. “A beer, mate.” Peyton looked up. There he stood, Heath Ledger. Four months before, she had interviewed him for a fashion shoot. Peyton still had copies of the original pics in her bedroom. “Heath, hi, how are you?” Heath looked over to her. His mind raced to remember her, damn; this was one hot chick, why didn’t he remember her? “ “Well, hey, how are you???” He stammered, trying to cover. Peyton smiled. “You don’t remember me, right?” Heath grinned sheepishly. “Please help me?” She nodded. “My names Peyton McGregor. I interviewed you for California Fashion a couple months ago.” Heath shook his head, “Yes, yes, now I remember! But you look so different, I would’ve remembered these curls!” He reached out and twirled a curl between his long fingers. Despite the closeness of the room, Peyton shivered at his touch. “Yeah, well, I had my hair up that day. Professional and all.” Think what you want, but she lusted after him ever since she met him. The interview had been done “on the run” just a quick luncheon thing, and they hadn’t kept up. Heath kept wondering to himself why he hadn’t gotten this beauty’s number at least. But he recalled that the interview was fast and he had left immediately for another film shoot. But he did remember that she was quite attractive and intelligent. “Peyton, hey, let’s find someplace here where we can talk and catch up.” They took their drinks and headed out to the deck. The evening was cool, the stars bright, and the moon hanging just perfectly over the ocean. Her friend Lucy had benches placed randomly in the sand, and right at this moment no one was occupying them. Peyton pulled off her boots, Heath kicked off his sandals and they headed down to a seat. They chatted, catching up, and finished their drinks. Heath had slipped his arm around her at some point, neither of them realizing exactly when. Peyton sighed and leaned against Heath’s shoulder. The breeze from the ocean was gentle, the moonlight just right. She could feel Heath’s fingers sliding through her curls, softly pulling her face to his. Stroking over her jaw, then her lips, he finally bent his head down and kissed her. They embraced for quite a while, just exploring each other’s mouths, their tongues dancing as though this was the millionth time, not the first. Peyton could feel her panties getting damp. She just wanted to throw Heath down in the sand and rip his clothes off. Her nipples were hard as rocks, and if the huge bulge in his jeans was any indication, Heath was just as happy about this as she was. He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged. “Damn, girlie. You are something else!” Peyton grinned at him. “I hope that’s a good thing, Heath.” He could only nod. “You bet it is.” He kissed her again, pressing up against her. She nudged his bulge with her thigh, and he groaned into her mouth. His hands moved over her back, finally slipping over her breast, stroking and fondling the growing nipple. Peyton ground harder into him, her hands exploring his tight bottom. She thought she was going to explode, what was he waiting for?? Heath wanted to rip her clothes off at this point. But, he didn’t want her to think he was a jerk, either. He slid his hand along her thigh, under her skirt, just to the edge of her panties. They were damp, and he could feel his cock jump as he touched them. She pushed against his fingers, going crazy with desire. Peyton felt his lips over her neck, her ears. He whispered to her, “are you sure?” In reply, Peyton took his crotch in her hand and lightly squeezed. She took his face in her other hand and looked him in the eye. “Heath, do you want me? I mean, do you really want me? Cos I tell you, I really want you, right here, right now. I’ve wanted you since the last time I saw you.” Heath could only nod. “Yeah, I want you, but I want more than just this. I’m not into one night stands.” “Good, that makes two of us. But, right now….” Peyton stood up and pulled Heath to his feet. She began unbuttoning his shirt, then kissing down over his chest. She licked over each nipple, watching his face as he responded to her teasing. His cock was straining at the fabric of his jeans. He stroked through her hair, pulling her close and moaning. He pulled her top up from the back and stripped it off over her head. Taking the blanket that was on the bench, he spread it on a secluded area of sand. Heath sat down on the blanket. Peyton stood in front of him, framed in the moonlight. She could hear the music from the party drifting down over the sand. Heath shifted uncomfortably, patting the blanket next to him. “Not just yet, luv. I’m having a spontaneous moment…” Peyton began to sway her hips to the beat of the music. She danced for a few minutes, stroking up and down her arms seductively. Turning her back, she unfastened her bra. Heath groaned when she leaned over, her skirt riding up over her silky panties. He could see how damp she was. He slid his jeans off, his erection causing quite a stir in his boxer/briefs. He was really enjoying this, and couldn’t wait to get his hands on her! Peyton turned around as the song ended. Heath could see her nipples were so hard, and her breasts were gorgeous! She took them in her hands and teased him more, running her thumbs over the hard nubs. Heath closed his eyes and gave his throbbing cock a quick squeeze. “What are you doing to me, woman? Get your sweet arse down here!” She stepped just slightly out of his reach. This was so much fun! She reached around and unfastened her skirt, dropping it to the ground. She ran her hands over her butt, wiggling it a few times, laughing all the while. “Is this what you want, Heath??” She batted her eyelashes dramatically. Heath got to his knees and grabbed her wrist. He pulled her down to the blanket, pinning her under him. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him wildly. His cock was throbbing. He ripped her panties from her and tossed them into the ocean. She pulled his shorts from him, his manhood springing into view. Sitting up, she immediately took his cock into her mouth, all the way, down to his belly. He gasped aloud, not expecting that. She began teasing him with her tongue, stroking the shaft when her mouth wasn’t around him. He could only lay back on the blanket. She continued to tease, feeling his cock getting harder. She grinned up at him. “You like?” As her tongue swept around the tip. “Like? Please, oh, come on!” Peyton sucked just the tip. “Tell me, Heath, tell me what you want, come on, you can tell me…” Heath wrapped his fingers in her hair. “Suck me, that’s what I want. Then, after you suck me, I’m gonna lay you down and lick every inch of you, over and over. Then I’m gonna slide this into you and make you cum ‘til you beg me to stop.” Peyton could feel the wetness spreading under her with every word. She began to suck Heath in earnest, pulling him even deeper into her throat. She kept sucking ‘til he came, a rolling eruption of his juice that she swallowed. He called her name out loudly as he came. He immediately pulled her to his lap, kissing her, tasting himself on her lips. His fingers squeezed and rolled her achingly hard nipples. His fingers slid over her cleanly shaven lips, tickling over each one, then sliding his finger between to stroke over her hard, sensitive clit. Heath held her tightly against him on his lap, his mouth and tongue over her lips, neck and throat. He slid his finger into her wetness, stroking in and out, over her clit, then back in. She moaned and babbled in his ear. He could feel her tight wetness squeezing his finger. Keeping his hand busy, he gently slid her to her back. He licked each nipple, sucking it to incredible hardness. His teeth grazed over each one, nipping gently. Sliding his lips down over her belly, he dipped his tongue into her belly button. Placing her legs over his shoulders, he pulled her lips apart, and began to tease her clit with the tip of his tongue. She writhed under him as she pulled his face deeper into her. “Heath, I can’t take this anymore, please, PLEASE!” Heath grinned. “How do you like it, this endless teasing?? Come on, tell me…” He licked over her again. “Please, Heath, I want you…” “Want me to what?” “Dammit, I want you to lick my clit, and I want your big cock in me!!” All she could see between her thighs was Heath’s big smile and his curls in the moonlight. “Your wish is my command…” With that, Heath began to lap at her clit, rolling his tongue around it, then sucking gently. He slid first one, then two fingers into her. Her pussy was hot and very tight. His cock, once again hard, was throbbing as he thought of burying it into her! Peyton moaned and pulled at his hair. She could feel this building, and Heath could tell she was almost there. She exploded around his fingers and tongue, spilling her sweet nectar for him. She finally had to beg him to stop. Without missing a beat, Heath climbed atop her and slid just the head of his cock between her swollen lips. She kissed him hard, licking her sweetness from him. She wrapped her thighs around his waist, and he thrust into her. They both moaned loudly. Kissing deeply, their bodies so close they couldn’t tell where one left off and the other began, they made love under the moon. Heath could feel as Peyton’s orgasm approached, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. They came together, each calling the other’s name loudly. Heath collapsed on top of her. They held each other in the night, faintly hearing the party in the background. He finally slid off her, and got to his knees. Standing up, he silently reached for her. They ran down to the ocean, naked, feeling the cool breeze. They frolicked in the surf for a few minutes, holding and kissing each other. They made their way back to the blanket, sat down and held each other as the sky began to slowly lighten. Heath kissed her gently. “This was the best party I ever went to. Hope your schedule’s free for the next few months…” Peyton nodded. Anything for Heath. So, that’s my story. It’s been six months, and Heath and I have kept this sometimes long distance relationship going. It’s just as sweet now as the first night. Oh, and I have quite a collection of pics, but that’s another story….. Hot August Night "Oh, fuck!" Amy sighed for the final time as she sank into the water. Tricia and Doug laughed. She turned toward Doug and clung onto him like a wet shirt. "I didn't know you started liking anal sex," Tricia said. "I don't. I had a fling with this temp guy at work before I met Greg and this guy would lick me there. I thought it was fucking incredible. Greg would never do it though. I practically begged him but he wouldn't do it." "That bastard," Tricia spat. "Jeez, you're still hard," Amy said when her hand grasped Doug's boner. "God, I think you guys wore me out on that last one. I'm ready to take a nap. I don't know if I'm up for any more fucking right now." "Too bad, babe," replied Tricia as she slid her hands up to Amy's shoulders and gently laid her shoulders on the water. "You're single again. Time to start sowing some wild oats." "That's right. And I got pretty worked up here," Doug joined in. "I'm ready to do some serious fucking." "And you could use a nice fat cock like this after putting up with a drunken pencil-dick for so long," Amy's legs were still loosely encircling Doug's torso. Tricia reached and took Doug's cock at the base while he slid Amy's hips down. Tricia pressed his warm throbbing boner against her clit. Amy stretched her arms out and relaxed. As worn out as she was, the tingling sensation in her clit was telling her she still had a little energy left for another round. "Oh fuck, you're right." Amy opened her legs up enough so that Tricia could guide Doug's cock into her slippery pussy. Doug had his hands on Amy's hips, waiting for the feel of his head parting her velvety lips. When he knew that Tricia's hand had directed him at her opening, he slowly pulled Amy down on him. She gasped out loud when the length of his cock was buried in her pussy. It had been awhile since a cock as thick as Doug's had stretched the walls of her pussy. Amy was suspended again, held aloft by the cool dark water. Tricia's hands were on Amy's shoulder blades as she bent over to kiss her on the lips. Doug had her loosely by the waist. He was gently pulling her hips down on his dick, and when she was impaled on his root he would let go and her lower body would rise to the surface. His cock would slowly leave her drifting pussy and the cool water that rushed in where she once was sent electric pulses through his body. He'd grasp her hips again just as the head of his cock was near her entrance and thrust them down on his cock only to have it warmed again by the heat of her pussy. The motion of their two bodies made ripples that slapped the side of the dock. Amy had her head resting in the crook of Tricia's shoulder and had and had reached around with an arm to stroke Tricia's dark hair. Tricia's hands were kneading Amy's soft wet breasts. No one spoke. Time was as suspended as Amy was between Tricia and Doug. The only sounds in the still night were the breeze on the leaves and the rhythmic slap-slap of the ripples hitting the dock from their thrusting. Tricia was the first to notice gentle ripples turning into little waves and their striking on the dock getting louder. Doug was increasing the pace and had Amy's tiny waist firmly in place as he slid his cock in and out of Amy's pussy with a little more force. Amy responded to the increase in tempo by reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck. She held on tight as Doug's hands made her way down her back to the cleft of her ass cheeks. He spread them apart as his pounding increased. She ground her tight pussy onto his dick each time he drove his length into her. She let out a shaky breath when Tricia's hardened nipples pressed into her back and Amy felt Tricia's breath on her neck as she gave her a shower of kisses on her neck and nibbled her ear lobe. Amy felt another hand tracing a line down her spine to her ass cheeks. She whimpered when Tricia's teasing fingers circled around her anal ring. Her other arm reached around to Doug as she squeezed the three of them together. The air was still and the three of them were silent except for their shuddered breaths as they orgasmed. Tricia could feel Amy's cunt muscles tremble and clamp down on Doug's cock as her arms and legs gripped him like a vice. Doug felt Amy's pussy clench around his cock to the point where he almost felt like he couldn't pull it out of her even if he wanted to as he blasted load after load of his cum deep inside her. Tricia, Doug, and Amy clung to each other for a few moments before they melted into the lake. "That was incredible," Amy murmured. "Trish, I'm sorry you didn't come." "I'm not worried about it. This was all about you anyway. Besides, we have a few days left. I'm going to get some, don't worry." "Hey look, there's a mist on the water," Doug said as he straightened up and looked around. "Shit, it must be late. I'm ready to go to bed," Tricia said. Amy slowly dragged herself onto the floating dock to retrieve her bikini. "I can't use my legs," she groaned as she pulled herself up. "Thanks guys. I haven't had a fuck like that in a long time." She stood at a corner of the dock and raised her arms. "I'm king of the world!" she giggled before she bent down and picked up her clothes. She slipped back into the water as the other two made their way to their swimsuits. They all walked up to Tricia and Doug's cabin naked. "Too bad our bed isn't bigger or you could sleep with us Amy," Doug said as they entered the tiny cabin. "I was thinking about that too," Tricia replied as she placed a blanket and pillow on the couch for Amy. "Well Am, if you hear our bed squeaking feel free to c'mon over," she laughed. Tricia, Amy and Doug kissed each other before they turned out the lights and quickly fell asleep. Hot August Night It was a very warm August night following a very hot August day in Portland Oregon. I was laying half dressed on my bed on the second floor of my house with all the doors and windows open. The fan was blowing sweltering air around. I had a date that night with Justine, a woman I had been dating for a short time and who I felt very comfortable around. I should have been getting ready but it was too hot to be very motivated. I lay there sweating in pajama pants right up until the moment she walked into my bedroom. She was dressed up in a tight white crocheted minidress that came down to just below her behind. I was surprised and it must have registered on my face because she grinned. "You like it, don't you." She said and twirled around taking off the thin shawl that covered her shoulders. Thin straps and a lot of cleavage. It was unlike her to be so openly revealing. "Come on! You're not even dressed yet!" She chided, making 'get up, get up' motions with her hands. "I think I wanna get undressed now!" I said laughing but with genuine appreciation. "I think you're the reason it's so hot tonight!" This was just as out of character for me as skimpy dresses were for what I knew of Justine. She tilted her head down slightly and grinned at me in a way that was severely cute. Suddenly my midsection was all wobbly. "UP!" she commanded, standing straight and squaring her shoulders back. My heart jumped a beat because this caused her dress to ride up and expose her just a peek of her panties. This made me feel guilty. I dry swallowed, noticed my penis was reacting and so sat up to hide it in the folds of my jammies. This also meant I couldn't see under her dress. I reached my arms out, inviting her to come roll with me. "All the way!" She said waving both her hands as if she were trying to levitate me. I breathed deeply of the hot air and managed to get to my knees feigning the difficulty of it all. "It's too hot to move!" I said as she "upped" me some more. The whole game was turning me on and I bent over slightly to hide my half erection. I stepped off my futon toward her. "I'm up." I said as we embraced, our foreheads touching. I felt her hand on my penis and it jolted me. "I know," she said. My heart flip-flopped and my erection sprang up as she gently stroked it through my jams. She did this for a moment and both of our breathing got heavy and moist then suddenly, she slapped both her palms on my naked chest. "Okay! Come on, get dressed!" She beamed at me brightly and her eyes twinkled sharply. She looked wicked. "Hurry up!" Then she stepped back several paces and just looked at me. I had what I was going to wear picked out and laid across the back of a chair. I walked over and grabbed them with her eyes still on me. I faltered with my thumbs in the waistband of my jammies. "come on" She prompted still looking directly at me with her chin tucked down. I turned slightly away from her and pulled my pants to my ankles and stepped out of them. She whistled. My cock pulsed. I liked her new lecherousness. I pulled on my shorts feeling very aware of how obvious my erection was and turned back towards her. While pulling on my undershirt, she "Mmmmed" at me. I swallowed with eyes wide. "Show it to me again." She said. It was already trying to poke out of the fly of my shorts. Her smile was crooked and she showed teeth when I let my cock pop out again. She licked her lips coyly. "Okay, now get dressed." She said and turned away. Fully dressed and fully hard, I went to the door where she was standing and put my hands around her waist, our foreheads coming together again and looked into her eyes. She moved her hips forward until her belly was touching my erection and then stood on her tiptoes until she hooked to hem of her tight dress over the part of my pants that was standing out. She moved her hips from side to side grinding against me and she kissed me quickly on the lips. Even through my pants and her panties, I could feel heat and wetness. She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and pulled herself up a little higher. Now the head of my engorged penis was pressing against her opening and it seemed almost as though I could break through all the layers of fabric and slide right into her. She put more of her weight on me and it was painful but good. It felt like I had an inch or more inside her then she was back to grinding against the shaft. I wanted to kiss her really but she was teasing me. She kept pecking my lips and drawing back when I tried to kiss deeper. She bumped me hard with her groin and pushed me away. "Okay, let's go. Movie's starting!" I looked down at the large wetspot on the front of my pants and she laughed. She looked down at her self and hoisted up her dress fully exposing her panties. She rubbed both her hands on her wet crotch. "Looks like my panties are all wet!" She cried. They were clinging tightly to her and I could see the shape of her sex very well. She then sniffed her fingers to my great surprise and rolled her eyes as though she were delirious with the scent. "Well, I can't go around wearing these all night!" In one quick gesture he pulled them down to her ankles, flipped them aside with a toss of her foot and adjusted her dress. I caught one delicious flash of her naked cunt. She had shaved it all. I swallowed again. In the car, she sat low in her seat with her knees high and her legs slightly spread. All through the ride I would sneak glances at her. From my angle at the wheel I could see only part of her cunt lips but knew that if anyone looked through the windshield into my low car, they would get the full view. I also noticed she was braless. I was incredibly turned on to know that on this very warm night, all she was wearing was this loosely knit dress. Near one of her straps, I could see the dark tan of an aureola clearly through the material. As we drove, her dress rode up higher on her hips and she let her legs lay totally open. By the time we arrived at the theater, it looked like she was wearing a knit top and nothing else. Her mound was swollen and her lips glistened with liquid. She was caressing her thighs. I parked and noticed my hands were shaking on the wheel. As soon as the engine was off I leaned over and kissed her deeply, my hand landing on her inner thigh and moving up quickly. She brushed it aside and grinned at me. "Not yet." She breathed and stepped out of the car without adjusting her dress. Only after she had slammed the door did she take care to cover herself again. I looked around to see if anyone had seen. My erection pulsed in my pants. The inside of the Theater lobby was brightly lit and crowded. The AC was cranked up and it cooled my fire somewhat. We got into a long line for our show. Justine was in front of me. I was again shocked when she backed into me and clenched her butt cheeks on the bulge in my pants. There was no cover here save the people in front and behind us. I placed my hands on the front of her pelvis and she put her hands on mine and guided them down to edges of her vulva. My heart was racing and I could feel the sweat beading on my upper lip. Before anything too lewd could happen, we reached the front of the line. Justine pulled her credit card out of her little white evening purse and leaned down on the counter exposing her cleavage to the pimple faced teenager who was behind the box-office glass. His mouth twitched insecurely and she again clenched my hard on with her asscheeks. I don't think the woman behind us could have possible missed the show. She flirted with the boy who took are tickets and gave a little show to the kid at the concessions counter as well. I was in limbo between ravenous horniness and complete mortification. I could not decide whether I wanted to jump her bones or run away and hide. The theater was filling up but she didn't want us to go in until the picture actually started. I waited, holding the box of popcorn in front of my pants. We entered once the theater was completely dark and looked for seats by the light of the screen. She led me by the hand to a row of seats that was empty in a back corner of the room. Not only was our row empty but so were the four rows in front of us. The only other people near us was a couple who was sitting near the aisle. We sat down and she put aside our popcorn and candies and pulled my face to hers. We kissed deeply this time. She was no longer teasing me and her hands fell immediately to my hard on and began stroking me through my pants. I started caressing her thigh with one hand and rubbing her back with the other. I snuck a peek over at the other couple to see if they were noticing us. They didn't seem to so I became more bold and moved a hand under her dress. My other hand moved under her ass and she hiked up her dress. She rocked back and forth on my hands as we kissed and gripped my cock. She was very wet and my fingers slid freely over clit and between her lips. As I slipped a finger into her she sucked on my lower lip and moaned softly. With one hand she played with her nipples through her dress. "I want you to suck me." She whispered into my ear. "Go down on me." I glanced again over at the apparently unaware couple and slid down between her knees. I was amazed to look at her sex up close. Not a scrap of hair and shiny with wet in the dark room. I breathed in her scent and felt light headed. There was something incredibly sexy about how naked it looked. Brazen and exposed to the world with no foliage to protect her modesty. And then to taste her. She was smooth and fleshy and extremely tantalizing. I burrowed my face between her thighs and guzzled her moisture. Her hands gripped at my hair and she bucked her hips against my face covering me from nose to neck in her liquid. She was being surprisingly quiet except for her breathing which was harsh and quick. The opening music of the movie was loud and impressive and covered her panting. I let the music guide me and as it crescendoed, I felt her climax. I saw her shake and let out a silent scream. She bucked hard against my face bruising my nose and clawing at my ears, shuddering. Then she put both her hands against my forehead and pushed me away. She lay collapsed and twitching in her seat as I slowly rose back into my chair. When her breathing slowed, we kissed long and with great relish. We continued to fondle one another as we attempted to pay at least some attention to the movie. She unzipped me about a third of the way through and started playing with my naked cock. She seemed determined not to let me become anything less that rigid. She teased my earlobe with her tongue and nipped at my neck and whispered dirty things in my ear. As the movie neared the end I was totally wound up and my hands were shaking. Just when I thought I might not be able to stand it any longer she suddenly put her head into my lap and began licking the head of my penis. I gripped the arms of my chair and tried desperately not to moan or yell. Staring fixedly ahead and keeping my eyes on the couple in front of us, terrified that they might turn around. Several times, I felt sure I would just burst and cum in her mouth. If that happened, I didn't know how I would stop myself from bellowing out. Each time she changed the pace or her technique and the impending orgasm would fall off. Quite often she would take me deep into the back of her throat and just when I felt sure I couldn't hold, she would back off and start blowing cool air on it. The effect of this was staggering. I would shudder and it would feel almost like I was having an orgasm but I wouldn't spurt. This left me trembling and jittery for the moments until she took me into her mouth again. This was a kind of torture I had never in my life imagined and a pleasure so strong it was frightening. The movie ended without me exploding and, apparently, without attracting attention from the other moviegoers. Justine put my, still extremely hard, penis back in my pants and zipped up my fly. She patted it and then sat back up straight as the house lights came up. I looked at her in astonishment. I couldn't believe she was just going to leave me in a state like that. I was about to say something when the couple who had been sitting several rows in front of us walked by. They both grinned at us knowingly and then hurried on. "You're killing me." I whispered "I'm going to explode!" "No, you're not." She whispered back, "You just wait a little longer, okay?" She patted my erection again and stood up and squeezed past me. As she did, I got a strong whiff of her sex and then she was hurrying up the aisle and I was left to follow after. We never did eat any of our popcorn or candy. I hoped that she would relieve me once we made it to the parking lot but once we were in the car, she just said, "Take me home." There was a twinkle in her eye that was unmistakable. As we rolled out of the lot and onto the main street she started to lift her dress again. She took my hand and gently pressed it to her vulva. She wanted me to masturbate her while I was driving and so I did. She kept her hand on mine and moved it slowly up and down along her slippery slit. I was glad my car was an automatic and I was glad it was late and that the streets were fairly empty. I let my hand relax so she could do with it what she wanted. Soon it was very slick and she forced two of my fingers slowly into her hole and exhaled slowly. When I had a slow rhythm going moving in and out of her I felt two of her fingers slip in on top of mine. Our hands were moving as one and we caressed each other's fingers inside her. She moved her hand so that when I stroked out she stroked in and vice versa. Sharing her masturbation seemed to create a startling intimacy between us. Her breathing grew heavier and longer and her pelvis rolled around in her seat. She was sitting low and her legs were tensed against the footwell. Her back was braced against her seatback and she lifted her hips and fucked herself with our fingers fast. I was having trouble paying enough attention to my driving and so I turned onto a side street and slowed way down. She came thrusting her hips up high, far above the relative privacy of the dashboard and the car jounced on its springs. She clutched my hand in hers, our fingers caught inside her frozen with her hips arched high, and slowly she melted back into her seat. She exhaled loud as my fingers and hers slipped out and she snuggled against my shoulder. She took my hand, covered with her juice and gently brought it to my mouth to watch me suck my fingers with interest. We drove for many minutes with my heart pounding hard and my groin aching. It occurred to me that my penis had been continually hard since she had first teased me out of bed two or three hours before. I thought that had to be a new record and made a mental note to call Guinness in the morning to ask. Her hand fell to my crotch and she murmured something. There was a smile in her voice as she started to rub me. Another moment later, she unzipped me and started stroking me softly. Her other hand played with my ear. "Just drive around for a while." She whispered to me. "Let's make this last." I took a random turn onto a dark street. As she fondled me I rubbed her back and played with her hair feeling very close to her at that moment. She moved down so she was lying across my lap and she kissed my penis. I couldn't believe it. My hands tensed on the wheel and I moved the seat back as far as I could and still reach the pedals. I was very afraid we would get into an accident like this and her head would hit the steering wheel. I had almost no concentration for driving and was slowing down to walking speed. If anyone noticed my car, I hoped they would think I was looking for address numbers or something. Justine dragged her lower lip slowly up the top of my shaft and then brought it into her mouth. Gently she pulled on the head with her teeth and put her tongue in the slit. I bucked as if I had been shocked. She giggled and played some more. I bucked again. She had found a spot and she intended to exploit it. By then, I was making little yelping out-of-breath noises and she was grinning. Then she took me deep in her throat and my eyes rolled back in my head. "Oh wow," I moaned and gripped the wheel with all my might. As she started to move her mouth faster I made more noise. The more noise I made, the more she seemed to get into it. Soon her hair was thrashing around in my lap and she had her hand buried between her legs. Her dress had ridden up to the middle of her back and she was kneeling on her seat with her naked ass pointed out the passenger side window and her fingers digging in her slit. I was rocking my hips back and forth on my seat and the car was lurching slightly as my foot touched the gas irregularly. She was playing with my balls and pressing on my perineum and I could feel the kettle beginning to boil. "Better slow down," I stammered through intelligible grunts, my throat constricted and my heart thudding hard. "I'm gonna cum if you don't!" I put my hand on her shoulder to let her know she could back off if she wanted. She didn't slow and her hand was blazing between her legs. "AH!" I cried sounding to my own ears like someone who has just been pushed over a cliff. Sweat popped out between my shoulder blades, my forearms and head. My feet came off the pedals and the car coasted down an empty street as I humped against her mouth and stroking hand. I had one hand on the wheel and my other was gripping her shoulder. I felt almost faint and red and blue whirlwinds swarmed into my vision My breath stuck in my chest and I would swear my heart stopped. I pressed the brake and we came to a wasted halt in the middle of a lightless intersection. On all four corners were the hulking forms of seventies apartment complexes with glowing numbers on iron gates and the dismal yellow light from nylon draped windows. These provided the only light besides my headlights. I reached to the dash with a shaking hand and switched them off. I was afraid someone would notice the car there in the middle of the street. I lay my head against the headrest and looked over to Justine's seat. She was smiling. Her legs folded under her and her hairless vagina still exposed. There were beads of sweat running down her nose and cheeks and her hair was wet and tangled. I just sat there looking into her eyes. What I read there was satisfaction and quite possibly love. I smiled back at her, very tired. I wondered if she had come when I did and I wondered where my cum went or if she had swallowed it. This latter thought made me giddy. I had always fantasized about a woman swallowing my cum but didn't think it would ever happen. Then she leaned toward me and kissed me. Her mouth tasted salty. She drove the rest of the way to her house and I spent the drive looking at her. I felt very affectionate towards her. We held hands and caressed each other, spending a lot of time petting hair and faces. Her legs gleamed a mellow gold in the passing street lamps and I stroked her thigh. My energy level was rising again as thoughts about her bedroom entered my mind. By the time we got to her house I was getting to be quite hard again.