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The Long Drive

By: Kitty Ninetails



"Long drive" Kitty chuckled to herself. Her beautiful brown eyes watched the road, scanning the road trying not to fall asleep. Kitty didn't sleep that much the night before, she has way too much on her mind. For the first time in a long time it wasn't about work. It was about the beautiful one she met the night before. Kitty took a glance at her odometer; she chuckled as the trip meter crossed over to the three hundredth mile. She sighed, "Only three hundred more to go." 

Kitty began to daydream about the one she met that last night. Kitty was sitting in the hotel bar watching the people as she sipped her Diet Soda. Kitty was usually a very quiet girl. She had little self-confidence and was pretty lonely. Her long brown hair rested at her mid back. Her brown eyes looking on, her ears perked listening to the conversations around her with mild interest. She noticed that bartender smiling at her; she of course smiled back as polite as ever. The tender sat in front of her behind the bar and began talking to kitty. Kitty soon made friends with the beautiful bartender and began to notice how much she turned her on. 

Kitty remembered many things about the tender. The way her perfume smelled like lavender then was her green eyes seemed to shine in the light of the bar. The way her pert breast shown through the white material of her work shirt was outstanding. Her gentle laugh and giggle, as she seemed to laugh at every silly statement that Kitty had made. The two were becoming fast friends; maybe if kitty had a little more time in that town they may have been more. 

Kitty and the bartender laughed and flirted the entire night about many things. First about men, or in Kitty's case the lack there of. The tender joked about her former boyfriend and how small he was in the penis department. She made kitty laugh a lot, kitty could tell that she was a great person. The two talked most of the night about little things until Kitty mentioned to her about the long drives that she must endure for her seemingly dead-end job. 

The two laughed about their jobs, the tender was only working part time to get through college, Kitty was older than the tender by a few years. The tender smiled to Kitty, "doesn't it get lonely on the road?" the tender said in a soft sweet voice. Kitty simply nodded and sighed, yes it does get lonely for her; she has not even had a relationship in about three years. 

Kitty changed her drink of choice from Diet Soda to Diet Soda with rum. After a few of those, kitty became a bit loose lipped; she was to the point where she would probably say just about anything. Kitty wasn't a big drinker and it didn't take much.

The subject of masturbation came up. "I bet you do it a lot don't you? I mean being on the road so much doesn't leave time for many relationships." The bartender inquired in a bit of a seductive voice. The purring sound that the bartender made as she asked made Kitty blush very deep red. Kitty wasn't sure how to respond to the inquiry so she giggled and replied, "I do it on occasion when the mood strikes me sweetie". Kitty left it at that. 

The bartender noticed the blush her green eyes seemed to light up at the thought of making Kitty blush and get excited. The bartender leaned over and whispered into kitty's ear, "You know there is nothing like masturbating on the open road, touching yourself while you drive the car faster and faster, hoping that no one passes by and sees your hands working on your pussy." She said in the soft whisper. Kitty could smell her perfume she could feel her own loins quiver just a bit at the statement the bartender made. Kitty's jaw dropped, her eyes went wide, and she blushed an even darker crimson than before. 

The tender laughed at her reaction and gently caressed Kitty's cheek, "You know that I could make you cum in a matter of moments while you drive, " the bartender said again in a seductive whisper. Causing Kitty to writhe with excitement at the words of the other woman. The tender leaned in and gently kissed kitty, her lips on hers moving with soft embrace, the bartender broke the kiss and smiled to her, "How about I make you cum right now?" she said in that same whispering purr.

Kitty's heart skipped a beat. She went pale at the thought, her flower gushing with excitement at just the thought of the beautiful tender being intimate with her. The tender looked at the clock and sighed, "On second thought, I have to close things up. Here is my number, the next time you are in town give me a call and I will fulfill my promise" the tender said sorrowfully. 

Kitty kissed her again and gave her a very generous tip. They hugged goodnight and...

~HONK HONK~ Kitty jolted back to reality, she began to once again pay attention to the road. The drive seemed to be taking forever. The words of the bartender rang in her ears as she drove. "There is nothing like masturbating while driving," The voice echoing in her skull as she heard the sweet seductive purr of the beautiful Tender.

Kitty's left hand was resting on her lap over her black skirt. Her right hand on the steering wheel keeping the car steady. The thought kept crossing her mind, but she tried to shake it off. She tried to concentrate on driving but there was no use. She was turned on by the thought and was losing her will to keep her hands off to the lust she had in her body to try something new. 

Her thoughts moved to the bartender once again, the way she smelled, the way she laughed and spoke to her, her beautiful long red hair, her beautiful kissable lips.

Kitty moved her hand under her skirt, she had lost control. Her thoughts belonged about that bartender, her beautiful voice plagued her, and 'hoping that no one passes by and sees your hands working on your pussy' Kitty bit her lip at the voice she was lost in it. 

Her left hand moved under her already soaked panties. Her right hand holding the steering wheel tightly, her left hand moving in soft circles under her panties. Kitty's eyes half closed in passion, dreaming of the bartender. Kitty let out a soft moan. She couldn't hold back. 

Her body begging to be touched, her flower needing to be entered. Kitty spread her legs a bit and traced the index finger of her left hand up and down her wet slit. Her eyes darted on the road trying to pay attention. She entered herself, and let out a loud moan of pleasure. She began moving her finger in and out of her love tunnel. Her hips moving slightly, the thought of the bartender making love to her entered her mind. 

Faster and faster she fingered her needing flower. Her right hand grasped the steering wheel tightly as she approached orgasm. She moved her middle finger to join her index. Faster and faster she pumped the fingers in and out of her needing hole. She screamed in pleasure as she finally came. 

Her opening tightened around her fingers, her juices flooding out of her as she experienced this orgasm. When her orgasm subsided she looked down at her speedometer, she laughed kind of in a daze, "eighty eight, slow it down girl." She did as she told herself and slowed back to the speed limit. 

After another few miles Kitty noticed a rest stop sign. It was a good idea she though to stop at the rest stop she was still a little woozy from her after glow and needed to stretch her legs. She pulled into the rest area as the sun began to set. 

She was in a hurry because she was afraid of being alone, in a rest stop after dark. She slid out of her car and walked to the rest room. She noticed a beautiful girl smiling at her as she left her car. Kitty took the time to glance at her. The beauty was about five foot four or so, blonde hair and then nicest breasts that kitty has seen in a while. She smiled back and proceeded. 

After she was finished in the rest room She went to wash her hands and noticed the girl again. The girl approached her and smiled; "nice show" the girl said still looking at her. Kitty turned pale, she looked back at the woman, "Excuse Me?" Kitty said in question. The girl laughed, "you know it feels so much better when someone else does that for you dear" the girl said seductively. Kitty didn't know what to do. She smiled and turned to walk out. The girl grabbed her arm. 

"Let me show you doll" the girl said roughly, before she pressed her lips firmly against Kitty's. Kitty pulled away and just stared at the woman. The woman chuckled, "your choice doll, you don't know what you are missing" the girl stated rather harshly then she began to walk away. 

Kitty spoke up, trying to say something to keep her there, "I am Kitty it is nice to meet you" was about all she could come up with. Kitty had a way with words indeed. She felt quite stupid at what she said. Her face became red with the embarrassment of sounding like a total fool.

The girl turned to her and smiled, "call me mystery, most people do," the girl replied with a smirk and a sultry voice. The girl walked back up to kitty and kissed her again. This time Kitty was much more responsive. Her lips moved against the woman's with the gentle passion of a lonely woman, she wanted this. Her soft lips opened as she felt the girls tongue snaking its way into her mouth. She moaned into the kiss and felt that she was going to orgasm right there.

She felt the woman pull her closer. She felt the warmth of the woman's body against her own. Her breasts against the woman's made her want to scream. The taste of the woman's mouth was unimaginable. The wetness she felt in her already soaked cotton panties now making the scene even more erotic. The kiss was finally broken, kitty was out of breath, taken by the woman and the whole erotic scene. 

The girl moved her to a stall, and began to kiss her again, this time even deeper, even more lustful than before. Kitty ached for the woman's touch deep within her loins. She felt the woman's hand gently move up her leg to her inner thigh. She didn't break the kiss as she moved her hand to Kitty's soft flower and moved her even more soaked panties to the side. Her tongue moving with Kitty's in her mouth, her hand found its way to kitty's clit and began moving in soft circles, causing kitty to whimper a bit into the kiss. 

Kitty moved her hips in passion, lost in the lust in her heart and the warmth of her flower. She felt the woman enter her. The woman's fingers were a dream, they penetrated kitty deeply, harshly, kitty was not making love, as she was use to, kitty was being fucked. Kitty felt her flower wrap tightly around the woman's fingers. Her soft pussy was aching begging for the woman's finger to take it; kitty's hips began to buck with passion. 

The woman finally broke the kiss and smiled to her, "I want you to let it go Doll, cum for me" the woman said out of breath as she thrust her fingers into Kitty harder, moving them in and out of her aching hole with such force and lust that Kitty's face became flushed and moved her hips faster. The woman leaned in to Kitty's neck. The woman smiled at the reaction and bit kitty's neck as she worked for Kitty's orgasm. This was too much for Kitty; the feeling of pleasure mixed with pain of the biting sent her into the heat of orgasm. Kitty let out loud moan as she came, her body trembling, her hips bucking wanting more and more of the woman's fingers. Her juices flooded the woman's hand as she came harder than she ever did in her life. The woman broke the bite and removed her fingers from Kitty's soaked flower. 

The woman stuck them in her soft pink mouth and smiled, "see I told you, Much better than doing it yourself doll." The woman chuckled softly and then left the stall. Kitty regained composure and went to find the woman, but she was already gone. Kitty never saw her again, but never forgot what it was like to feel the woman's fingers deep inside her. Kitty got back into her car and drove home, then relived the incident again alone in her bed.

Yes a long drive indeed.

The Long Drive



So this morning I was trying to go back to bed when my thoughts wandered off in a wicked fantasy. 

I thought about going for a long drive with you to the middle of nowhere to look at the stars without the city lights interfering. We drove down a grid road until we couldn't see the light of the cars from the highway and stopped the car.

We pulled out a blanket so that we had something to sit on more comfortably while we just chilled looking at the stars. It was so clear that even the little stars were twinkling. I was starting to get a little cold so you put your arm around me to warm me up. You started to rub my back and if I were a cat, I'd have purred. I love having my back rubbed, actually I love having anything rubbed. You moved your hand down and concentrated on my lower back. I was starting to warm up but I didn't want to move. I felt like a puddle.

You moved behind me and started to rub higher. You rubbed my shoulders and my arms, every once in awhile your hands would brush against my breasts and a small moan escaped my lips. I heard you laugh at the noise. You continued to rub leaning down and kissing my neck before whispering in my ear. You ask if I want you to keep doing what you are doing. I nodded, not really wanting to take the effort of saying anything. I love feeling like a puddle.

You moved your hands slowly down my sides before you started to work your way back up. This time your hands worked their way to the front gently cupping and massaging my breasts. You leaned down and whispered that there was something in the way. You started to unbutton my shirt starting at the bottom and working your way up. I wished you would hurry up. The suspense was killing me. You reached the top button and opened my shirt. I don't know if it was the cold air or the arousal but my nipples were so hard.

I moved up to my knees and turned to straddle you. Reaching up to the front closure of my bra, I opened it letting my breasts spill out, the cold air making my nipples even harder. I put my hands behind your neck pulling your mouth down to mine.  I kiss you firmly, brushing my tongue against yours.

Your thumbs brush against my nipples as you take my breasts in your hands. Your hands continue massaging my breasts as I start to squirm in your lap. You start to play with my nipples, occasionally squeezing them. I shift my balance backwards, pulling you on top of me as I lay down on the ground.  I wrap my legs around you so I can feel your hardness press against my pussy. 

You break the kiss. You start kissing and nibbling a trail as you work your way down to my breast. You trace the outside of my areola with the tip of your tongue before taking my nipple into your mouth. Your hand is still massaging my other breast. Your tongue circles around my nipple making it feel harder. You squeeze my nipple with your fingers while you gently bite the other one scraping it as it fell out of your mouth. My back arched trying to get closer to the sensation.

Unwrapping my legs, I used them to guide you into switching places. I kiss your mouth running my hands down your arms.  I reach your hands, which are resting on the small of my back, and move them above your head pinning them to the ground. I break the kiss and kneel between your legs. I am so wet that I am squirming as I fumble with the button on your zipper. I finally get it undone and move the zipper down so I can see your underwear beneath your pants. I start to move your pants and underwear down until your cock springs free. I run my hand down the length of your cock enjoying the feel of it in my hand. I reach the base of your cock, circling it with my fingers. I start to move it back up while I take your balls in my other hand. I gently massage your balls as I start moving my hand back down, this time following the path with my tongue.

I leave my hand gripping the base of your cock as I follow the path I'd made back up to trace the ridge in your cock with my tongue. I take the head in my mouth. I move my head down taking more of your cock in my mouth. I suck harder as I start to move your cock out of my mouth. I repeat the motion until I feel your hands on the back of my head adjusting the speed.

Each time you guide my head down further, so my mouth takes more of your cock. You move your hands and I raise my mouth from your cock. I trail my tongue down your cock and gently massage your balls with my tongue.  I take each of your balls in my mouth and continue to massage them with my tongue. I suck harder before I allow each one to drop from my mouth.

I slide my tongue back up your cock as I move to take your head back in my mouth. I move my head back up and down your cock. The feel of your cock sliding in and out of my mouth made me so wet. I take your cock out of my mouth and raise myself on my knees so I can work my pants and underwear off. 

I straddle your cock guiding it until I feel it slide into my wet pussy.  I move slowly at first allowing time to adjust to your size. I start to move up and down faster and harder until I feel my pussy start to tighten around your cock. You put your hands on my ass and lift me off your cock. You lay me on my back and position yourself between my legs.  You lift my legs until they are on your shoulders before guiding your cock back into my pussy.

I was so wet that you were able to start pounding my pussy until it started to tighten again. This time you kept driving your cock into me as my pussy came all over your cock. You drove in one final time before tensing up and you splattered your cum inside me. 

You pulled your cock out of me, watching as our cum dripped out.  As you stood to pull your pants back up I knelt in front of you. I gently took your cock in my mouth enjoying the taste of our cum. I slowly licked your balls making sure that you were clean before getting dressed myself. 

As I put my clothes back on, you folded up the blanket and put it back in the car. We got back in the car and drove back to the city. We listened to music and just relaxed as we drove back to the city



The Long Drive



They'd been driving for several hours. The journey was wearying them both, and the frustrations were starting to show. Jill was at the wheel, careful, but wishing the journey was over, and for a warm bath. Adam was getting grumpier and the turns of the road went on. They started to bicker.

"I just don't see why you have to drive like such a grandma," he stated.

"Listen Adam, if you mean by 'driving like a grandma' you mean taking turns carefully and not killing us, I guess I'm guilty as charged," Jill returned.

"It's not about not being careful, we're on a deserted road in the middle of nowhere, you can speed up a little bit."

"God, you're such a pain in the arse sometimes. You don't want to drive, but you'll sure as hell whinge about how I do it."

As the words left her mouth she felt a surge of lust. Fucking Adam, every time he annoyed her she wanted him. It was strange how her body worked. She looked over at him, sulking. His muscles tightening and relaxing.

"I'm not having a go, I'm just saying, I don't want to be in this bloody car any longer than is strictly necessary," he said, trying to appear calm and reasonable.

"Well I'm sorry not crashing interferes with your fucking time schedule."

"Well so am I," he said belligerent.

"OK that's it."

Jill pulled over to the side of the road, under the shelter of some pine trees.

"I'm not doing this stupid fight anymore, we're going to fuck and then we're going to keep on driving," she said.

"Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack. Get your cock out." 

Disbelieving her Adam searched her face, but it only showed impatience.

She unbuckled her seat belt and moved over on top of him. She kissed him, hard, venting her frustrations on his willing mouth. His hands traveled down her back, finding their way under her skirt. He ran his fingers along the edge of her underwear, grasped at her butt. The taste of her in his mouth, her hair getting caught on his stubble, her smell. He wanted her.

She started to unbutton his shirt. Feeling the muscle underneath as she went, then pulling it free, revealing his perfectly sculpted shoulders. She lifted her shirt over her head, and unhooked her bra. The need to have every irritating inch of him inside her made her oblivious to the cramped space. She could feel his erection starting to build against her thigh. She ached with the need to be touched.

He continued exploring the edge of her underwear, fingers slipping on her wetness. She stood up briefly to allow her underwear and skirt to fall to the floor. He gently pinched her nipples taking in the view of her naked body. Her eyes were closed, focusing on the feeling of his hands. He reached up for her face and drew her to him, kissing her more tenderly. Tongue gently reaching inside her mouth.

She pulled back slightly. Looked at him, the muscles on his chest, his face alight with lust. Slowly she undid his belt. She dropped to her knees on the car floor, pulling off the last of his clothes and releasing his erection. She opened up his legs, kissing and gently biting along his inner thigh. She found her way to his balls, gently holding and sucking each one in her mouth. Licking around them, then running her tongue all the way to his tip. His breath caught in his throat as she took all of him into her mouth at once. She stopped at the hilt, using swallowing and sucking to give him more pleasure. She alternated this with teasing the head with her lips, tongue, roof of her mouth. Each time she felt him start to get more excited she pulled back, getting more turned on at his desperation. The unintentional bucking of his hips, the sighs and breaks in his breathing.

Her hand groped into her handbag, finding a condom in its wrapper. She opened it and gently slid it onto him. She arranged herself on top of him, sliding the tip of his penis across her clitoris. Letting him duck inside briefly, before rubbing herself with him again. Eventually she slid him inside her, slowly, feeling the ache between her legs recede. He let her take her time, feeling the warmth of her wrapped around him. Her breasts softly slapping his face. He took a nipple in his mouth and felt a shiver run through all through her body. Gently he ran his hands over her back and legs, raising goosebumps. She responded with faster deeper thrusts. He heard her breathing synchronise with their movement, felt it against his neck as she breathed in his smell. His hands came to rest on her hips, softly guiding her motion, feeling her squeeze him every so often as she shuddered.

As they built up a rhythm, she pulled up off of him. She turned around to face the windscreen, before taking him inside her again. Her breathing quickened, she let soft groans. His fingers found her clitoris and her groans became deeper. He kissed the back of her neck.

"Fuck, that feels so good," she whispered.

He couldn't take it anymore, he wrapped his free hand around her waist. He drove himself into her hard, eliciting a yelp with each thrust. He could feel her body tensing, but letting him do what he wanted. The feeling, the sound of her, it was too much for control. She felt a thrill go through her as he let out the small groan that signified his orgasm. She bucked against him as she felt heat of his cum against her pussy.

"You son of a motherfucker," she breathed as she felt him relax back into his seat.

"It's all right, I'm not done with you yet," he said, smiling softly behind her back. 

He lifted her off him, switching their positions on the car seat in one quick motion. He crouched on the floor, looking up at her. Her flushed face, her nipples wrinkled to hard points. Her breasts moving up and down to the rhythm of her still rapid breathing. He opened up her legs, taking in the glisten that ran out to the top of her thighs. Gently he opened up her labia, and lightly blew on her clitoris. A shiver of pleasure ran up her body, and she gasped as he tweaked a nipple with his free hand. He lapped at the wetness on her thighs with his tongue, tasting her on the soft skin. With one finger he teased her, putting the very tip of his finger inside her, then running up towards her clit, but delving back between her folds before reaching it. Slowly he inched the finger inside her, enjoying her wriggle against the seat. After his cock, the finger felt so small, but when he curled it up and found her g-spot she felt the waves of pleasure start to build again. He pressed on it in an echo of his thrusting. Another two fingers slipped into her easily, giving her new sources of enjoyment. He lowered his lips to her clitoris, kissing it, before running his tongue across it. He paid attention to the changes in her breathing, repeating the movements that elicited the best response. He felt her muscles lift her off the seat, closer into him. She tightened around his fingers with increasing frequency. As he felt her near the edge he placed just the tip of one finger against her anus. He held her through the shudders, large at first, then weakening until they subsided completely. He waited a moment before moving back slightly to look at her. The red blotches on her chest and the smile on her face let him feel accomplished.

The rest of the drive passed without incident, and much quicker than it had seemed before. As she pulled into the driveway, Jill was still fantasising of her bath. Only in this fantasy, she was no longer alone.



The Long Drive



Driving down the road, you reach over putting your hand on my thigh and as I look over to show my approval I see your coy smile as you are biting your finger. I focus back on the road. A few seconds later I feel you dig into my thigh with your fingers. As I turn my head to give you the infamous not now look, you just smile and wrap your lips around your finger, sliding it slowly in and out of your mouth. 

"We will be there shortly. Control yourself."

But as you push your finger all the way in your eyes tell me this could be a long few minutes. Turning my attention back to driving we continue down the road and as I make a curve your hand seems follow the same path finding its way to my crotch. Squeezing and rolling me between your fingers your face lights up as you and I both begin to feel the pressure growing against my pants. 

"We are almost there."

Zippppp. You work down the zipper on my pants. 

"If you need to do something with your hands how about you put them on the shifter and I'll let you shift for me."

Leaning over slightly you put one hand on the shifter but the other remains firmly seated in my lap. 

"Ok, when I tell you, then shift it down to the next gear."

I should know something is up from your devious smile. 

"Shift now."

As both of hands readily pull on the sticks they are attached and as one hand completes its task the other is just beginning. You grab my dick now erect and hard and pull it out. 

"Should I shift it like this?" you say so innocently as you push and pull it and then stroke it up and down. 

"Please." I beg. "We will be there soon and then we can do whatever." Both hands firmly grasping the wheel as I try and focus on the road. 

You lean over. Blowing lightly on my ear. Then whisper sternly "I want to fuck you now or I will fuck myself. Your choice." 

As the last word leaves your lips you nibble my ear and then slide your head down in my lap. Stroking up and to make sure it is as firm as can be before you kiss the head. Licking up the edges with your tongue and then slide it into your mouth. 

"I will. Once we get home I will fuck you si..si...silly." The last word barely escapes as you give my cock a good hard suck. 

"Not good enough." 

You sit back up in your seat. Lifting your butt up off the seat so there is no way for me to miss what you will be doing next, you slide your panties off from under your dress.

"Mmmm, they are so wet." You softly whisper as you roll down the window. Then after running them down my cheek and across my lips you toss them out. 

"No more panties." you giggle. 

You slide down in your seat you put your feet up on the dash. 

"No looking!" you command. "You didn't want me and now you can't watch." 

Looking from the road back to you I watch as you stick two fingers in your mouth. You give them a good suck, getting them all wet before sending them underneath your dress and disappearing from sight. 

"Ohhhhh. Mmmmmm. Yeah that's the spot." you moan. Your hand working its way to your favorite spot, your eyes are closed and your hips are rocking back and forth. With each movement another occasional moan slips out. 

Quickly scouring the road ahead, I see an empty parking lot and speed off the road to a secluded spot. Stopping the car quickly, I reach over to grab you. You push me back into my seat. 

"Wait." You sit back up in your seat, reaching across with your fingers no drenched in your juices. "Is this what you want?" as you run your fingers across my lips before pressing them into my mouth. 

After sucking you fingers clean, I attempt to pull you over into my lap again. Once again you push me back. "You didn't answer me." As I try to say yes you press your fingers against my lips. "I still can't hear you." 

With your finger firmly pressed on my lips you start to move across the car to me. With one leg straddling each side of the console you stop. 

"Now what were you saying I should do with the stick shift." Not allowing me to answer you lower yourself down slowly. "Mmmm. Oh god yes!" As you slide your wet pussy over the gear shift knob. "You are so right" you moan. 

Your work your way up and down slowly time and time again. Your hand slides from my lips to my cock. You begin stroke it up a down matching your own movement. "Awwww." The with a deep breath and a sigh. You ask one more time. "Now ...mmm..do you want to fuuucck...oh god...me?" 

"Yes, yes, yesssss!" I exclaim

You pull yourself up and off the gear shift leaving it drenched in your juices. Sliding the rest of the way over, getting on your knees, you straddle my lap. Then as you had done on the previous stick you slide down. 

"Mmmmmm." We say in unison.

You are so wet as you slide down the shaft. Two slow movements up and down to make sure I am deep inside. Opening you blouse you expose your nipples. 

"No licking or kissing. I just want you to pinch them." you command. 

Reaching up I grab each nipple lightly pinching and rolling it in my fingers. 

"No! Like you mean it."

Pinching harder you let out a loud moan. "Fuck yes." 

Like turning on a car, pinching your nipples set your hips ablaze and you begin bouncing up and down. In and out. Picking up speed the more I pinch. 

"Oh fuck! Fuck me please. Oh god."

One hand on my shoulder the other disappearing again under your skirt. 

"Oh you feel so good." 

Up and down my cock throbbing inside you. Pinching and pulling on your nipples speeds you up and slows you down as you match my pressure. 

Your hand rubbing at your clit as you continue to bob up and down on my rock hard cock. Your body begins to tremble. Rubbing and rocking your hips faster and faster. 

I give your nipples one last pinch. The throbbing inside you turns to spasms as I begin to explode. Pushing backwards still sliding up and down, you dig into my shoulders. 

"Oohhhhh goddddddddd!" 

And as the last of me fills you up, you push back in a final orgasmic moment against the wheel...moaning loudly as your body erupts with ecstasy.



The Long Drive to the Beach House



Elaine and I drove the long drive to her parent's house at the beach nearly every weekend that summer. Elaine would recline her seat enough so she could comfortably put a foot out the window to feel the breeze between her toes and hike up her skirt so other parts could get cool. I was to be on the lookout for big, high trucks that might require her to cover up but rarely did anything larger than a pickup pass by. Elaine dozed and I watched the road, or the silky mound that her white panties covered so tightly.

Elaine and I had fucked on our first date. Since then we couldn't get enough of each other, but, unfortunately, didn't get enough opportunities. Just before we met she had moved back home after her roommate left the city. She could barely afford her apartment alone. The fact that she was living at home certainly restricted our activities and I had roommates who always seemed to be in the way. We looked forward to moments we could be alone together and this weekend at the beach was one of those moments. We both knew what was going to happen when we got to the beach.

After a few hours of two-lane country roads, my imagination began showing me a series of pornographic videos in which Elaine and I starred over and over again. I kept looking at the tight silkiness of her panty-clad pussy as she slept and the movies in my mind ran faster and faster. I decided I couldn't endure waiting. Elaine's pussy had to be touched. My hand went to her crotch and my fingers skated over the cloth-covered mound. 

Her face turned slowly towards me and she smiled. She was thinking about it too.

"You know, I think you are being a little fresh, don't you? How would you like it if I did that to you. I'll bet you wouldn't like it one little bit." 

Laughing, she turned towards me on the seat, and her hand went to my crotch and began to knead my cock into an aching hard-on that had to be pulled out of confinement. Elaine loved making me hard. She was good at it. She liked to see me excited. One of the things I liked about her was the way she laughed at me after she had made me so hot I couldn't see straight. 

I didn't need to say anything. In a short period of time with Elaine's encouragement, my swollen penis was freed from its confinement and in her hands. Her hands were expert. She stroked it softly at first, but she was not always gentle. Sometimes she squeezed my cock, pulled on it and, when a clear drop of slipperiness could be coaxed out, twisted its head. She talked to me in a quiet, levelheaded tone.

"Mmmmm…You feel so good. You have such a nice cock. I love looking at it. The tip is so soft and slippery and yet it's so hard all over. You know what I'd like…Oh, here comes a car! Do you think he can see I'm holding your big thing in my hand? There he goes! Now….where was I? Do you know what I'd like? I'd like it if you came for me. I think I'm going to make you come. I want to see it all come out of your penis and run all over my hands. I want to see you squirt and shoot it up in the air because that makes me all excited. I want you to squirt it all over me. Would you like to come on my tits with your fat cock? Yes? No, I'll bet you'd like to fuck me with your big thing, wouldn't you? You'd probably like to push that big thing up into me, wouldn't you? You know, my pussy is getting all hot and wet and slippery just thinking about that long thing inside me. No, don't try to touch me! That's against the rules. You can't touch me until you're really big and swollen. Your cock would have to be really hard before I'd let you put it in. I'd want it to be really hard. Is it getting hard yet? I'll bet you're glad I took it out of your pants aren't you? It must be uncomfortable to have that big dick all squeezed up in your pants like that. I'll bet you like me jerking you off right here in the car, don't you. Are you getting ready to come for me? I think you are because you are getting even bigger. Come on, you fucker! Come for me, my big dick. Oooh……I think you are getting harder now aren't you. I want you to think about licking my slippery cunt. Will you do that? Would you like to stick you tongue in my cunt, Mr. Big Dick? I think you would. You like eating my pussy, don't you. You know, I think you are going to squirt some come for me aren't you? Ooooh…I want you to get off all over my tits! I want to see it come out my tits, you fucker!"

Then she leaned over close to me as another car went by and whispered in my ear as I concentrated on keeping the car on the road. "I want you to fuck me now. Would you please, please fuck me up my cunt right now with that big cock. I am so ready to be fucked…….."

I shot off several exquisitely pleasurable gushes, and then managed to get the car off the road before I killed someone.

Elaine was delighted. "Oh, I loved that!," she said. "You came so hard and there is so much of it. I'm all sticky! I really love to make you squirt it like that! You really liked it didn't you?" She laughed and kissed me with a lot of tongue. Elaine really did really did like to see me come. I did not object.

Usually when I have shot my load I'm ready to take a nap. But this time Elaine had succeeded only in making me horny and eager for revenge. All I could think of was getting on top of her and fucking her until I couldn't fuck anymore. We needed, I needed, to get to the beach house quickly. Fortunately we weren't that far away by now. The road began to disappear under the car more quickly. My cock was already getting hard again.

Elaine knew why we were going faster and she wouldn't let up. With five miles to go we began to reach civilization, more traffic, stop signs, traffic signals. Elaine decided then that she would slip out of her panties. She began to masturbate. She was driving me crazy.

"I need to rub my clit. You made me so hot when you squirted for me. You know how much I want to be screwed, don't you? You know I want you to fuck me. Can I get you hard again? I want you to be hard because my clit is getting hard and it's making me feel like being fucked."

Sticky spots appeared on my pants. No problem with getting hard. My prick ached. She went on in the same quiet, level-headed tone describing to me in detail how good it felt to rub herself, but how much she would rather have something big and hard inside her. Traffic signals seemed to stay red for fifteen minutes.

"When we get to the house, Elaine, I'm going to fuck you. Promise."

I watched two fingers slid up inside her and make fucking motions.

"I hope you'll hurry."

When we got to the house, I could barely get out of the car because I had such a hard-on. Once we were in the house I locked the door, leaned against it, and pulled off my pants. My cock sprang out of my underwear. Elaine's clothes leapt off her body, and she raced off ahead of me to the bedroom as I struggled to get my shoes and socks off. I was after her.

I found her naked on the bed waiting for me, her legs spread as wide as she could get them.

"Please fuck me," she begged. She wasn't teasing any more. 

I got on top of her and plunged my aching cock into Elaine's obscenely wet, wide-open cunt and went all the way up inside her. She began to gasp and arch her hips. She was as hot to be fucked as I was to fuck her. We got to it immediately. I drove into her again and again, happy, animal fucking. I snapped my cock up into her, and she fucked me back with each thrust. Her hands each held a cheek of my ass and they urged me on by squeezing and pulling me into her. She groaned and humped. There were no words. I drove on relentlessly. I didn't seem to tire, but got stronger as I went on. Elaine was desperate.

Oh….yes…..do….it….to…..me…..yes….oh….. oh….oh….do…it…..yes…..fuckme…ohyes…….do…..it…..so….hard….yes…..so…..hard…you..cocksucker….do…it……oh..please…..yes…yes.uh…..uh…..oh…..uh……fuck……oh..fuck…me…do….do…..OH fuck…..yes….oh….oh….do it……cocksucker…..fuck me…..fuck… me…….oh…….fuck…me……yes……big….so……big….oh…hard…fuck….oh…fuck……ohyes….fuck..me…..fuck…me….fuck..me….there… oh…do..it….oh….there….yes…oh…oh…oh…. now….OH…OH….uh…uh…….uh…..OHYES..OH….YESSS……I'm……coming……I'm…… going….to…..come….I'm..OH..YES…..OH..YES……I"M…….COM………..ohohohoh…YES…oh YES….ohfuck…yes….ohohohoh………sogood…..OOOOOOOOh

Overtaken by orgasm, she began to make a singing sound as she was swept with pleasure. Most times, Elaine's climax excited me to going off with her, but this time her pleasure only made my cock determined to take greater revenge. Elaine surrendered herself to me. She lay terribly open and I raped her without pity. I was possessed, and the feelings that came out of me were frightening. I cared nothing for her, only for my thrusting and her openness. I continued to drive up into her, our bodies slapping together, Elaine's wetness covering her belly. Elaine was making lots of noise but she seemed far away to me. My cock got bigger and harder. I drove on into her again and again while she clung to me.

Then, from a distance, I could feel the pleasure approaching. Like a slow wave it approached, loomed over me and broke, engulfing me. I shot into Elaine over and over again. I fucked her and fucked her again as hard as I could possibly fuck. There seemed too much come in my cock to get it all out of me and into her. 

Finally it was over and I lay exhausted, gasping on top of her. I had never before experienced more powerful emotion. I rolled off her, my shrunken penis leaving a sticky snail track across her thigh. We lay together in silence for some time waiting for things to return to normal. Then, surprised to find ourselves alive after such violence, we both started laughing.

"Damn," Elaine said, "Where did that come from?"

"It's your damn fault." 

"I'm afraid I love you," said Elaine.

"It's all right, Elaine. I love you too."

The teasing came back. "You know I didn't get much foreplay."

Laughing I kissed her and we fell asleep, curled together on a bed I just noticed had no sheets on it.



The Long Driveway



Pulling down into the long driveway, the first thing she did after yanking back the e-brake was toss her shoes out onto the pavement. Cursed things. She shouldn’t have even bought them in the first place. From now on, it would be sneakers and sandals. Or boots if need be. But no more heels. 

Absently, she caressed her smooth, pale calves, the feeling so good that her eyelids reflexively fluttered closed. Never again. Even if Will likes them. 

Will. 

He was planning something for her, some kind of celebration to mark her graduation. She knew it. She was sure it had to do with the club, and maybe even the river. But she just hadn’t pieced it together yet. Not that it mattered. With a secret little smile, she admitted she liked most of his surprises. Most. 

Without ever really deciding to do so, she adjusted her seat back, lowering herself into a much more comfortable and reclined position. The sun coming through the side windows felt like Heaven itself after spending all day in that unbelievably cold office. She wanted more sun. 

The moon-roof slid open, and she sighed at herself. Staying here a while longer wouldn’t hurt. No real rush to get out of the car. And besides, she was finally getting a chance to relax and warm up. Taking the clip out of her hair, she let it fall to her shoulders.

The sky, so blue and wide through the open roof of her car, seemed to invoke a strange feeling in her. She recognized the feeling, she’d had it every once in a great while ever since she was a child, an inexplicable desire to shed her clothes and go completely naked. It was embarrassing, really. Which was why she’d never told anyone about it. And the feeling always seemed to pass quickly. But it was hanging on today.

She felt her own hand, seemingly of its own volition, glide up her thigh, over her stomach and up to her neck, her cool fingertips gently exploring the soft skin of her throat. Unexpectedly, the touch of her own hand sent shivers down her body, from her hips to her toes, from her shoulders to her breasts, and from her neck down to her hot little…her whole body suddenly gave a jolt, and the urge to get out of her skirt was nearly overwhelming.

This was neither the time nor the place. She forced the thought into her head. But the sun felt so good. No one could see her. Not this close to the house. The nearest neighbor was half a mile away, and she felt nearly cloistered by the enormous hemlock and maple trees that lined both the driveway and the property line. No one could see her. Too bad.

The shock of those two little words made her eyes fly open. Her body was still not responding to logic, still seemingly of its own mind. She wanted to control it. Yet, she wanted to slake it.

She drew in a long, slow breath, and let it out the same. It was meant to calm her. But it didn’t. Her body wasn’t really listening to her anymore. 

Her hand was still at her throat, still deliciously provoking little pulses that were beginning to overwhelm her. Turning her body against her. She should put that hand on the door handle instead. At least go inside if her body needed attention, but… going inside wasn’t quite what she thought she wanted. Closing her eyes again, she imagined herself as she was, reclined in the car, the sun bathing her, her hands roaming over her skin, her body needing something from her… tentatively, she imagined her neighbor, a handsome and friendly man, building his son’s tree house up high enough to see her car and wondering why she hadn’t gotten out…and then, she gave him binoculars so that he could see her….

She twisted in the seat, pressing her cheek against the headrest at the sudden surge between her thighs. That’s it, she breathlessly admitted, her face hot, that’s what she wanted. She felt herself palm her breasts, savoring the pressure on her nipples. She really should go inside, but, she was so swollen, and so slippery….

Inside. 

No, here. In the open. 

It felt like she’d been waiting forever for those words. She tugged on her blouse, un-tucking and unbuttoning. Raising her hips, she grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist, leaving her long, lithe legs completely bare, visible to anyone who might look in. Instinctively, she looked around, peeking out the side windows. She wasn’t surprised that she looked, but she was a little intrigued at the relief she felt knowing no one was there—there was a world of difference between a possible audience or an imagined one, and an actual one, she admitted, propping a foot on the rest pedal and using the leverage to crook her leg at the knee. For her, it would be best if her audience was imagined. She thought again of her neighbor.

“Noah,” she began aloud in an apologetic tone. “You’re going to be my audience today, okay?” She ran her hands over her breasts, working up the excitement needed to unhook and open up her bra. “I hope you don’t mind that I’m going to think about you seeing me like this… especially since you probably never will. But, oh what a show I’m going to put on for you.”

Her open palm seductively trailed up the underside of her naked thigh, tickling the skin behind her bent knee. Trailing back down, her hand made a slow, deliberate path to her panties, her fingers sliding torturously across the damp material. 

Arching, she reached around and unhooked her bra, the lacy cups loosening and exposing her as the straps slipped off her shoulders. She felt another surge as she imagined Noah watching her undress. And this is just the beginning, she told him.

Little sighs escaped her parted lips as she grabbed each breast, squeezing and kneading. She knew she didn’t have large breasts, by any means, though she was very happy with them. They were full B cups, and Will loved them of course. He was very fond of telling her that large breasts got in the way of elegance, as if she needed to hear it; well, she didn’t need to, but she liked it nonetheless. She pinched a nipple, the waves of pleasure rolling through her, and she wondered if Noah would like them too.

“Noah, honey, keep your eyes on me now, okay?”

Keeping her left hand on her breasts, she let her right slip down to her soaked cottons. Her hand slipped under the material and found the waxed-clean skin beneath. 

She took in a surprised breath. She had completely forgotten about that. 

Her fingers, warm and gentle, slipped over the moist, aching folds of her sex, spreading her wetness all over the bald skin beneath her sky-blue panties, creating a feeling she’d never had before. It was as if she had slathered massage oil all over her pussy, but there was no hair, no friction.

It felt so good, so wonderful, so slippery.

She was sweating. A lot. She didn’t care. Her body had become slick with a sheen of sweat, and she reveled in it. Rubbing a forearm across her glistening breasts, rolling her dusk-colored nipples, she arched her back and let out a gratified groan. If there had suddenly been a real person watching she wouldn’t have been able to care less. 

She imagined what Noah would be seeing. Her hair about her shoulders, wisps of it strewn over her chest, her breasts, peach-colored in the sun, her bare stomach, flat and tightening as she began to build toward orgasm… her thin legs disappearing beneath the dashboard, her bra loose, it’s straps at her elbows, her blouse open and all but forgotten… and her, sweating and slippery, trying to come in front of him. 

The thought elicited a whimper, and she lifted her hips once more, this time to slide her cotton panties down to her calves. She lowered herself back down into the seat, reveling in the scratchy foreign feel of the interior on her naked butt.

She felt her orgasm approaching, felt it building inside of her. She imagined Noah, his dark, tanned chest bare under the sun, just like hers, with his eyes glued to her, a thick, solid erection in his pants. An erection that she had given him. A hard, straining cock with her name on it.

She gasped at the image, and dropped both hands between her legs. She rubbed quick, tight circles, her hips beginning to flex up off the seat. She was so close. She knew what she wanted to think of, she’d discovered it by accident. She fixed in her mind the image of her rock-hard neighbor watching her, his cock hard because of her, and as her hips continued to hover just slightly off the seat, she began to finger her clit. 

She was so close. Her ass was up off the seat now, her shoulders and her feet giving her the leverage to keep it there.

“Watch me, Noah—watch me come where you can see m—“ 

She felt the wave hit her, felt it change her words into a long, throaty groan, and pushed both circling fingers deep into her irising hole. Twisting above the seat, still furiously rubbing her clit, she kept her body tight as she came. Only seconds later did she let herself fall back into the chair, light-headed, washed in the luxurious, satiating release.

She was still for a long moment, not wanting to move, not wanting to let go of the feeling her orgasm had left her with. But eventually she realized she had to get into the house. 

Peeking up over the car door, she looked around the property. Okay, good. Still no one. She laughed at herself. What would she have done had she found someone? If she had looked out of the car, only to find a UPS man holding a pen out in front of her? Certainly, she would have been embarrassed. Not earlier, in the heat of the moment, but now, afterward. Luckily, none of that mattered at the moment. But, it was good to know how she felt—the realization that she would be so embarrassed afterward was a good indicator that her audiences should remain imaginary. Yes, audiences, she smiled to herself, a mischievous little smile. Because she would most certainly be doing this again.

She slipped her bra completely off, and kicked her panties onto the pedals. Don’t really need those on. Just the skirt, and the blouse should be fine. 

She shimmied the skirt back down, and buttoned and zipped. Better leave the moon roof open. Let the car air out a little. That was a funny story for later. 

Honey, she imagined herself telling Will while they were on a grocery trip, can I tell you about a time when I was alone in the car, sitting where you are right now? Yep, she nodded to herself, he would love that.

Taking one last look around, she gathered her things, jumped out of the car, and went inside the house.

And Will had a surprise waiting for her. She nearly dropped her keys. 

There were flowers everywhere. Her favorites. Lilac, carnations, daisies. Yellows, pinks, oranges, lavenders. They were beautiful, and they did exactly what she knew Will had intended for them to do. They put a great big smile on her face—granted, she admitted, there could be two reasons why she was smiling so big, but the flowers were perfect. Meant to celebrate her graduation. 

And there was a card. Blue and yellow, with a grad’s cap and tassels.

Hi sexy,

I’ve arranged for a car to pick you up at 730. I’ve arranged a little celebration at the club. Oh, and I took the liberty of finding you something new to wear. We won’t be out too late. 

Did the flowers make you smile?

I wanted to be the first to offer my congratulations… Doctor.

I’ll see you tonight,

Love,

Will

He took the liberty, huh? What would she do without that man? She re-read where he said they wouldn’t be out too late. That’s a good thing, she thought, as she looked from the card in one hand to the still-damp panties in the other. She smiled to herself, and set the card down on the end table where she’d found it. First, she needed a shower. A cool one, too. Then she would look for her new clothes. 

Stepping out of the shower and slipping on her robe, Laura wrapped a towel around her hair and padded over to her closet. Sliding open the big mirrored doors, she found the dress Will had picked up for her. It had been such a good idea to let him make a note of her sizes. She’d balked at first because the prospect of someday having to let him know when her size went up seemed too embarrassing, but eventually she relented. And the reward had been no less than a man who loved to buy her clothes. 

And what he’d gotten her this time was gorgeous.

It was a dark sapphire Taylor, with a beautiful, lengthy cut and a very flattering neckline. She felt almost like a school girl giddily finding the perfect prom dress. It was awful, she laughed at herself, how well he picked out clothes for her. 

Looking forward to trying the dress on and modeling it for herself in front of the full length closet mirrors, she went looking for her hairdryer. She didn’t have to dry it all the way, she had a little while before her chauffeur arrived, but she had to get it started or it would never be done in time.

At 725pm, the doorbell rang. 

Laura hurried downstairs, her hair up in a clip; she’d long ago learned how men loved to bring hair down, and Will was no exception, so she often kept it up for him. Her new dress fit perfectly, and she couldn’t wait to show it off. Her first victim would be her unsuspecting driver.

She slipped on her shoes—heels which, by the way, would no doubt be coming right back off in the car—readied her brightest smile, and opened the door.

She wasn’t sure what she expected, but the cat call that she got wasn’t quite it. ‘How dare he?’ was soon replaced with a twinge of embarrassment once she recognized her driver.

Sam. 

Sam was one of Will’s best bartenders, so good that he was really more of a friend and a partner—Will didn’t make a decision concerning the bar without Sam’s opinion. Will had known Sam a long time, much longer than Laura had, but she had quickly grown to like the tall, dark man, cut well, handsome, and absolutely charming as he was. 

“Sam?” she looked over his shoulder, hard as it was to imagine that he would really be her driver. But he was in the right uniform, after all. And there was a rather long limousine parked behind her Camry.

“Not what you expected, Doctor?”

“You’re my driver, Sam?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Did you quit?”

“Quit?”

“Working for Will?”

“Oh,” he laughed, a low-pitched chuckle. “No, I’m getting paid extra for this.”

“Really?”

“But I would’ve done it for free.”

“Thank you, Sam,” Laura said, putting a hand behind his neck and giving him a quick hug. Quick enough to smell his cologne and let him smell her perfume. Sam was a gorgeous man, and she couldn’t resist flirting with Will’s friend. Especially because he would flirt back, and in just the right ways. Never too much, never over the line.

“Will wanted you treated well tonight.”

“And he sent you? That seems almost dangerous.”

“He made me promise not to ravage you.”

Laura laughed aloud, putting a hand to her mouth. 

“Did he?”

“Well, he knew about the dress, obviously.”

She turned back, grabbed her purse and her keys, shut the front door behind her, and locked it before letting herself turn back to her friend. That last remark might have made her blush, and she sure wasn’t about to let him see that, or she’d never hear the end of it. When she did turn back to him, she avoided his eyes.

“You’re a devil, Sam,” she told him as he walked her down the path to the waiting car.

“On the contrary ma’am,” Sam replied, a roguish glint in his eyes. “I am an angel.”

A moment later, Sam opened her door and closed it after her. Inside the car, chilling in a bucket, was an expensive bottle of champagne. And a pair of glasses.

“Sam,” Laura mentioned, after he had gotten into the front seat. “There are two glasses back here. Is someone joining me?”

“I think one of them has my name on it.”

Laura took a closer look, discovering that the glasses were indeed engraved.

”I see Will’s name, and mine…but… Sam, my last name is written as Evans here.”

There was a pause up front. Finally, he spoke.

“Is that a problem?”

“Well, it’s strange, considering my last name is Molina.”

“Oh wow,” Sam laughed, low, almost as if he were embarrassed. “Doctor, I think perhaps those glasses were meant for the ride home.”

Another long pause, this time her fault….

“Oh my God.”

“Yes,” Sam said, then quiet again. Suddenly, “You might want to try and act surprised later.”

Will was planning to propose. It hit her like a gust of wind. A rush of feeling that climbed up from her toes. Laura Evans. It sounded good. Very good. Suddenly she was blinking back the water in her eyes. 

“You okay back there, Laura?”

“Yes, Sam, thank you,” she said, her eyes clearing. “Just a little surprised, that’s all.”

“Yeah.”

She could tell from his voice that he felt terrible.

“Don’t feel bad, Sam,” she said, smiling in his mirror. She had a feeling she’d be smiling the rest of the night. “This is going to be a wonderful night for me, so don’t you feel bad for a second, do you hear me?”

He was quiet, seemingly intent on the traffic around him, but she saw him nod.

“Good. Now, having said that, you may want to put these glasses away.”

She smiled to herself when Sam laughed aloud. Good. She didn’t need him beating himself up over this. And as for her, she needed to get this out of her head if she could. It would be nearly impossible, but she had to try, or waiting for him to ask would driver her crazy.

It was after eight before Sam drove them up in front of Will’s riverfront nightclub. The place was beautiful at night. It sat on the river, though it didn’t offer river access. From the front, it had a rustic appeal, but inside was another matter. Will used some of the best equipment and materials he could afford, and it showed. Expensive lighting and sound, rich-looking furniture, well-chosen colors. Will Evans owned one of the hottest nightspots in the city. And the crowd was already forming out front. When Sam opened her door it took her a little by surprise.

Like a movie star, she thought as she extended one long leg out of the car and then another. When Sam offered his hand she took it and he helped her to her feet. The line of people waiting at the front door seemed to stop milling about, and for the shortest moment she thought they were all wondering who she was. She smiled and walked past them into the club.

She saw Will immediately. He turned, caught sight of her, and she began to walk toward him. She put on her best walk—the one he loved, not too brazen, but confident and sexy.

The dark blue had been a great color, and with her hair and skin, and her self-admittedly long legs… she could see him lose his concentration. She loved that. She knew she was sexy, she knew she had a good body, but to see him completely lose interest in the rest of the world when she walked into the room always put her in the clouds. 

When she reached him, she slipped easily into his arms.

“Has anyone told you how absolutely beautiful you look?” he asked.

“Yes, Sam did, but thank you.”

“I should give him a raise… or fire him, I’m not sure….”

She laughed, shaking her head. 

“You’ve been drinking,” he noted, a look of surprise on his face.

“A little,” she ran a hand up behind his head, resting her fingers in his hair. “I thought you’d approve.”

“I do,” he said, taking a slightly exaggerated look at her dress. “I don’t know whether I’ll like you better in this dress or out.”

“It’s beautiful, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sweets,” he said, both of them serious for the first time since she’d arrived. He kissed her, slowly and quietly, for just a moment. Then, “I think maybe people are watching us.”

She opened her eyes at that, and looked around at the crowd of people in the club. Instantly, she saw a dozen friends and acquaintances, and she was quick to turn and face them. Luckily, the club’s low lighting prevented them from seeing her shock when they began to clap.




The Long Driveway



“What is this?” she asked him, leaning in close to be heard.

“I thought it would be nice to have some friends out to celebrate.”

“Celebrate what?” she asked, trying to keep the hesitation out of her voice.

“What?” he turned to look at her, a disbelieving look on his face. “Your graduation, sweets, what else?”

“Oh, of course,” she said, smiling up at him. “How many people did you invite?”

“Too many to count,” he replied, extending his arm for her. 

She took it, and he walked them over to their friends.

The time seemed to fly. Once she got out of her head that every little comment he made could somehow be related to his revealed proposal. Then she began to enjoy the company. 

Eventually, though, there were fewer and fewer familiar faces as her friends began to head home and were replaced by people from the line out front. 

It was when she noticed that she no longer recognized anyone in the crowd that she asked Will if it was time to head home.

“What?” he asked. “Not without at least one dance.”

“Could we dance at home?” she had to ask. She had already broken her promise to herself not to wear heels again, and she was ready to take this pair off and toss it into the nearest trash can.

“Of course,” he said, a look of concern flashing across his features. He seemed to look her over with his eyes.

“It’s my feet, hon,” she said, tiredly. “I’ve been in heels all day.”

He never skipped a beat.

“Let’s go upstairs.”

Now that sounded like a great idea. Upstairs, on the roof, Will had built an addition. It had everything. It was like a two room office, with big sliding glass doors that opened up to the river. And it was quiet. 

There were other riverside establishments, usually lit up special at night. Watching the river, softly lit with small, muted haloes of light, like fireflies in the trees, sounded like just what she needed to really relax.

“Okay,” she readily agreed, immediately taking off her shoes.

“I’m sorry, sweets, I didn’t know your feet hurt that bad.”

“Don’t—I feel ten times better just knowing where we’re going.”

A smile slowly spread wide across Will’s face. 

She followed him up the stairs and out onto the rooftop. There still wasn’t much of a breeze, but the air was much cooler. She looked out on the river and it was even more beautiful than she had imagined. Boats, dozens of them, floated down the waterway, all of them with running lights lit. Combined with the specially lit diners and night clubs, it was almost magical.

Will flicked a switch and stringed lights lit up the rooftop office.

“Oh, honey,” Laura said, quietly. Maybe Cary Grant had been right when he said that men were the only true romantics. 

“Do you like it?”

She drew close to him, getting a good smell of him, and wound her arms under his coat and around his back.

“I love you.” It was simple. It was all she could think of to say to him at the moment. It carried everything, even if she hadn’t used a lot of words.

He wrapped his arms tightly around her.

She loved his arms. They were strong, masculine. She felt safe in them.

Eventually, his words soft and low, he returned her love.

“Everything I do is for you. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t do most things because I love you.”

She didn’t say anything then, instead just letting him hold her, wrapped in his arms. Eventually, he had to say something to break the spell. And, she admitted, it had had to be him, because she would have stayed where she was forever if she could have.

“Would you like something to drink? I have a bottle of Bill Hill in the office.”

She just nodded, preferring still to stay quiet. When he untangled himself from her, to go inside and get the wine, she turned back to the river. It was beautiful. All the boats slowly slipping through the water, their quiet passengers visible from her spot on the roof.

When Will came back, she gladly accepted a glass of the dark red liquid from him, swirling it about and inhaling its aroma. She took a practiced sip.

Together, they walked to the edge of the roof to the concrete and wood railings. Looking down at the river, she suddenly noticed something she’d never thought of before.

“Will, how come the club doesn’t have a balcony overlooking the river?”

“And ruin this with a dozen screaming drunk people?”

She laughed, low, and quiet, like the river and its traffic below them.

“Would you care to have that dance now?” Will asked, flicking a remote. The soft opening notes of Frank Sinatra’s ‘The Way You Look Tonight’ began to float across the rooftop.

“I would like that very much.”

He took her glass from her and set it down with his. When he pulled her to him it was with a practiced ease. The two of them both loved to dance, and this was the first song they had ever danced together.

Under the lights of the river, with the boats floating by below them, they slowly swayed together. 

It was some time later before they sat down, on the large couch nearest the open glass doors of the rooftop office. 

“How do your feet feel?”

“Better, now that I’m off them again,” she said, smiling to let him know she was just giving him a hard time.

“Would you like to go down to the boat?”

“Oh, that sounds wonderful—except I’ll probably go to sleep.” Which would mean there was no way to get back into the limousine and find those exquisite wine glasses.

“That’s fine by me,” Will shrugged. “We have our own slip down there, it’s quite private. And we can lock the cabin, if you like.”

That’s not right, she thought. Sam had plainly told her there would be a ride home.

“What about Sam? Isn’t he waiting to take us home?”

“Sam?” Will asked, seemingly unaware of what Sam figured into everything. “Oh, Sam, right. No, he was only supposed to give you a ride out here. I didn’t ask him to wait around for us,” he then gave a quick laugh. “How rude would that be?”

Wow, now that really made no sense. Well, it was curious, but it could wait. Right now, getting down onto that gently rocking boat sounded like a siren’s call.

“Oh, I see,” she said, as if she really did. “Then no one is waiting for us.”

“Exactly.”

“Isn’t that convenient?”

Will actually laughed at that.

He got up after that, giving her a hand as well, and together they headed down the stairs to the waiting boat.

It was an incredibly long flight of stairs down to the water, since the night club was a full two stories high, but they soon made their way. When they got to the boat, Laura stepped carefully aboard, setting her shoes down on under a bench. 

The boat was a little over 30 feet, tall, and with a lot of room. The design offered a lot of space in the open air as well as a maximum amount of cabin room. It was a comfortable, spacious boat, and Laura loved how it felt with its ever so slight bob in the water.

Looking around a moment, she found a blanket in one of the storage compartments, grabbed it, and laid it out along the deck of the boat.

It was even prettier down on the water, with the lights now above them. It wasn’t bright, rather, it looked like a Kincade painting. And the traffic flowing down the small river had lessened considerably. Now she could see lights for only maybe a dozen boats on the whole river. 

She knelt down on the blanket, glad to be off her feet again.

“What did you say?” Will asked, sitting down behind her, his knees on either side.

“I said, ‘we should get comfortable and make out’.”

She loved his laugh. Often she said things for the sole purpose of hearing it, and she got it that time. His hands found her shoulders, his rough palms causing shivers wherever they met her cool, soft skin.

“Right here?” he asked.

“Yes, right here.”

“Aren’t you worried someone might see us?”

Again, just like she’d felt earlier that afternoon, a rush of excitement filled her stomach.

“No,” she said, simply, surprising herself.

“No?”

She shook her head.

“I don’t think anyone will see us,” she told him, secretly wondering if she was telling the truth.

“I don’t know—how much ‘making out’ are we talking about?”

She looked at him suggestively, but it was enough, she could see he knew what she meant.

“Really?” he asked in a bit of a harsh whisper. Suddenly, he seemed very excited by the idea. 

“Do you have another blanket out here?” she asked. “Something I can put over us in case it gets too cold, or… the wrong sort drifts up too close?”

He nodded and got up to go get it.

She could see the excitement shining in his eyes. Well, he liked the idea, did he? Wait until they were riding around in her Camry later, and she told him about that afternoon…. She smiled to herself.

Will came back out of the cabin with a thin, dark wool blanket. She looked up at him holding the blanket in one hand, and saw him watch a boat pass by. Not very close, but close enough. When he looked back down to her, she had a surprise for him. She had already begun to slip her dress up to her thighs.

She could see the bulge in his pants, saw it grow larger as she continued to raise her dress. She was sitting in such a slutty position, on her butt, with her legs open and her feet flat on the deck, but that was exactly what she wanted. She wanted him to see her like this. Slutty for him.

She closed her knees and opened them again, and she saw his cock flex under the thin material of his pants. 

“Don’t keep me waiting,” she said, low enough not to carry across the water, but loud enough for him to hear. And aggressive enough to let him know she meant it.

He settled down in front of her, in front of her closed knees, and she knew what he wanted to do. He hadn’t taken off a stitch of clothing. 

He put his hands on her knees, opening them to him. As he opened them wide, she kept them bent, her feet in front of him, almost as if denying him, surprising him. He looked up at her, and she could see the question in his brown eyes.

“Take your shirt off,” she said, quietly and almost shyly. “I want to feel you bare shoulders under my thighs….”

She couldn’t help a satisfied sigh when he smiled. It had been hard for her to learn to tell him what she wanted, sexually. Partly because she had found it embarrassing, and partly because she didn’t want to seem… bossy, in bed. But he’d convinced her that their sex-life would only improve if she could learn to tell him what she liked. And, thankfully, he had always responded earnestly and eagerly to her requests and suggestions. As he was doing now, taking off his shirt, leaving his tank on. Perfect.

She let him move her feet apart a bit as he moved up, and she let out a shaky breath as he got closer. She could already feel the slipperiness starting behind her dark blue thong. Which shouldn’t have surprised her; she had known she’d be excited, had known the thrill of being out there in the open on the boat would be a turn-on as big or bigger than sitting in her driveway. But it was still a surprise to find out how big the turn-on really was. When he kissed the inside of her thigh, she let out a moan before clapping a hand over her mouth. 

He gave a quick laugh, perhaps amused by her attempt to keep herself quiet. Or maybe it was his own surprise at finding her so aroused. 

Taking her hand away from her mouth, she grabbed a seat handle next to her, giving herself some leverage. She loved leverage—she loved being able to grip and grind and push and pull. Then she lifted her legs and rested her calves on his back, letting her ankles lock.

Her neck felt like it gave out as her head rolled back from the intense warmth of his breath on her. His mouth was on her panties, covering the whole of her sex, almost as if her had created a seal, and each time he forced his breath onto her it was as if she were dipping herself into a hot bath. Each time.

She was getting so hot. She wanted his lips on hers. Directly. Directly on her slippery, smooth… oh God, she thought, she was smooth. Suddenly the image of his warm, soft, wet tongue on her bare, naked pussy flooded her mind, and she felt the gush behind her panties. When he looped his fingers under the fabric of her thong and pulled them off, her legs began to shake.

He stopped for a moment, and she realized he’d probably never seen her do that before.

“Please…” she whimpered, getting his attention back to where she needed it. “Please, don’t wait….”

He didn’t, sliding up to her.

“Oh, God yes,” she let out, gripping the seat handle tightly as his hot mouth came into flush contact with her bald skin. “Just like that, up and down, oh that’s it.”

She was wet, his mouth was wet, and with her skin being completely hairless it was like nothing she’d ever felt before. She could feel the warm skin of his shoulders under her legs. Being out in the open like this, the excitement of it all, she was going to come fast. Really fast.

“Will—Will,” she tried to say as her breath began to falter and excitement of her approaching orgasm began to overtake her. “Suck my—suck—“

He didn’t hesitate. She felt her button get pulled up between his lips and the intensity of the feeling overwhelmed her.

“Oh, fuck—” she cried, again covering her mouth. 

But when the wave hit her, she let go entirely and her legs stretched out straight for all the world to see. 

“Don’t stop,” she got out as he began to lessen his oral grip on her. She grabbed a handful of his hair. “I’m still coming.”

It had never happened to her before, but it felt like she was coming twice. Her body felt stiff, stretched to the limit by the double climax, and her button was on fire. If he kept sucking, she might come again….

She pushed away, scooting back towards the bow of the small boat. Only a few inches, but enough to get his lips off of her. She gulped down air, as the universe began to right itself.

When it did, she found him hovering over her, looking at her with an intense curiosity. 

“What was that?” he asked, no need to explain what ‘that’ was.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, letting out a long breath. “I’m still a little dizzy.”

“Was it because you’re waxed?”

“I think, maybe,” she began, unsure if she wanted to tell him what it really had been. Well, she had to tell him sometime. “I think it’s because we’re not indoors.”

“Really?” he asked, the surprise and interest in his voice speaking volumes.

She nodded, her breath becoming more regular. She slid her hand down to her sensitive sex, careful not to touch her throbbing button. 

For his part, he looked out over the railing at the water. It was still picturesque, and certainly no busier. 

“See anyone?” she asked him.

He shook his head.

“Do you want to know what it feels like?” 

He looked down into her eyes, and she knew he could see the excitement there.

“Yes,” he replied, slowly. “I do.”

Without another word, she pulled her hem back down and slid out of his way. In a moment, they had traded places.

He looked good, she thought, grabbing his belt buckle. He was so excited, she almost wanted to laugh. She would never have guessed that he would get such a charge from her fantasy. 

After working his pants open she reached under his boxers and pulled out his cock. It was hard and already thick from anticipation. She wanted to give him the same experience she’d had, but she wondered if his excitement would build as fast as hers had. She took him into her mouth, wrapping her soft lips around the head and using her tongue to caress the sensitive skin there. God, he was hard. She could feel his heartbeat in her mouth.

Suddenly she found herself a little cold. Her sweat had cooled on her skin and it was beginning to get a little chilly. She popped him out of her mouth for a moment, reached back, grabbed the spare blanket and opened it over her legs.

It was when she turned back to put him back in her mouth that she heard the voices. Out on the water. Another boat.

Quickly, she pulled the blanket up to her shoulders and slid up Will’s body until her head was resting on his chest. She saw his face in the low light and knew he was as nervous as she was. She kept her head down, and they listened.

There were two others. A man and a woman. Eventually, she would have to take a peek at them, but for now, she didn’t want to risk it. Instead, she would just listen.

Most of it was murmurs, indistinct and distant, but eventually they drew closer. Soon, it seemed as if the other boat couldn’t be far off at all. And without the sound of a motor, she guessed it must have been a sail boat. But she still hadn’t peeked.

“It’s beautiful out here tonight, isn’t it, Kevin?” a female voice carried across the short distance.

“Sure is,” the man who must’ve been Kevin replied. “Let’s put the anchor down and get out that bottle of wine.”

“Sounds good to me,” came the reply.

Quietly, Laura listened as the anchor splashed into the water. They were close, but not as close as she’d thought at first. The sounds of their voices simply carried. She had to see them. To at least find out if they could see her. She looked down at Will, who, for his part was absolutely still, and put a finger to his lips. She didn’t think he’d make any noise, but she didn’t want him asking her what she was doing when she went to look at the newcomers.

Peeking up, she looked through the space between the rail and the boat. She was careful. No need to get caught spying. 

And, as she had suspected after hearing the drop of the anchor, they were some distance away. It was difficult for her to gauge, she had always been bad at guessing distance, but they were far enough away that she would have to pop her head up over the railing for them to see her. There was enough distance that they surely could not see down into their boat.

With a grin, she slipped back down to Will. 

“They can’t see us,” she whispered. “We’re just out of sight.”

He was waiting for her. Waiting to see what she wanted.

She didn’t say anything else. She kept still. Until she heard the other voices again. Once the new couple began uncorking their wine, she slipped back down to Will’s waist and began to draw her tongue over the long length of his still-hard shaft.

“Perfect night to come down here, isn’t it, Tess?” the strange male voice asked.

“Perfect, honey, you couldn’t have picked a better time.”

Will began to respond to her mouth. She worked his head between her lips. Will was easy. Once she got the right signs from him, she knew she could get him off. It would only be a matter of time. She thought he would probably come quickly, what with the excitement… but she wasn’t sure. It might be too much, with those strange voices so close.

“Hardly anyone else out tonight,” Kevin said, still apparently unaware of the pleasure being had not so far away from him.

“Mm hmm,” was all Tess said. Then, “I could stay out here all night.”

“We can,” came the reply.

Laura used one hand to hold Will’s cock in place, and the other to steady herself. She could feel it in him. He was building, and building fast. Good, she thought, a smile in her mind. She wanted him to come fast. She was already getting excited again… though... maybe she shouldn’t waste his come? Maybe she should get him inside her now….

But then Will did it. he gave her the sign, his breathing got shallow, and his stomach tightened. She felt his legs go tense, and she responded hungrily, the only thing on her mind now was getting him off.

She took her hand off the base of his cock and grabbed his balls, making a ring with her index finger and thumb to pull his testicles away from his cock. To tug them down, and tighten the skin on his cock.

He groaned, low and soft, and Laura felt her pussy getting slippery again. The sounds he made were such a turn on—she loved it when he made noise. 

Holding his balls, she used her mouth to fuck him. It was dizzying, the long and quick movements, but he was about to come, and she wanted it so bad that she didn’t care.




The Long Driveway



Up and down, deeply into her mouth and then nearly out, faster and faster until he hit the back of her throat, and as she pulled away that last time she heard him groan again and felt her mouth fill up with his hot, salty semen. 

“Ughk—“ he stifled a long groan, and thrust his hips up off the deck and into her mouth.

Swallowing again and again, trying not choke on the incredible amount he was pumping out, she kept his balls down and away—then, just as he shot the third jet of fluid into the back of her throat, she let his balls go and was immediately rewarded with a fourth powerful spurt and a buck of his hips.

Holding him down with her own body, she kept him from revealing their tryst. But then, as he began to get his breath back, and she slid her hands over his flat stomach to calm him down, she noticed that the newcomers weren’t talking anymore.

“Hello?” came across the water to them.

“Holy shit!” Will whispered at her, alarm and concern in his voice.

“Shhh,” she hushed him. “Shhh.”

He quit moving, his trust in her remarkable. She smiled up at him, both in response to his willful relaxing and to help calm him down further.

“What’s the matter, Tess? See something?” Kevin asked on the other boat.

“No, I don’t…” Tess sounded unsure. Apparently, she had. Or at least, thought she had. “I don’t know, Kevin.”

“Here, take some more wine, I’m going down below to get things situated down there. You just enjoy the sights, all right?”

“Okay,” came the bemused reply.

Laura took her eyes off of Will’s face for a moment, and looked at his cock. His cock which was still hard as a rock.

She looked up at him, and he was already looking back and forth between her and his erection, obviously surprised himself.

He shrugged his shoulders.

“It won’t go down,” he whispered. 

She stifled a giggle. 
“It’s almost like discovering sex again, isn’t it?”

He just nodded, a smile on his face.

Not wanting to let his still-hard cock go to waste, Laura slid up his body and grabbed him with her hand. She was still below their neighbor’s sight-line, but she stayed tightly pressed against him nonetheless. Quietly, she slid herself back onto his cock—it was like a railroad spike, hard as she’d ever felt it. Incredible.

She moved slowly, not wanting to rock the boat or make any unnecessary noises. At least for the moment.

He felt huge inside of her. She didn’t know how he could have anything left after pumping so much into her stomach, but she wasn’t going to complain. She was just going to enjoy it.

And let someone see her enjoy it.

As she worked herself on Will’s cock, she began to move her head up, her body up. She began to straighten her back. She kept her hair over her eyes, and straightened up enough to be seen if Tess was still looking.

And Tess was.

Laura watched as the other woman, who she guessed to be a little older than her, reacted to seeing her. She didn’t have any expectations. All she hoped was that the woman wouldn’t flee or call the police.

But she didn’t do either of those things. Instead, she started to say hello again, then cut herself off, thinking better of it. She took a big gulp of her wine, and set the glass down.

And it couldn’t have made Laura hotter. God, she wanted to come right then, she grit her teeth together and pushed herself down harder on Will’s still steady cock. She looked at him, and he seemed calm. He was into her, into the situation, but his release had left him sated, if not spent, and he was holding her thighs with his hands and letting her ride him as hard as she needed to.

Laura looked back up at Tess, across the water, and found the other woman caressing her own throat. Laura knew how it felt, and found herself doing it too.

“Hey, I—“ came Kevin’s voice as he emerged back into Laura’s view.

“Shh!” Tess cut him off, quiet but urgent. Then she pointed for him, and Laura knew that he saw her too.

“Good Lor—“

This time Tess hit him, rather than make noise herself. 

Slipping her hands down to the hem of her dress, Laura slipped the blue sapphire gown up over her head and put it on the cushioned bench..

When she looked back across to the other boat, she got an eyeful. Tess was kissing Kevin on the neck.

Laura looked down at Will, enjoying the tranquil look on his face. She bent down to kiss him and felt the soft peace of his lips calm her. She wanted to come, and she would, but she could wait just a bit longer. When she looked back up at the newcomers, Tess was still kissing Kevin’s neck, but now she was also rubbing the bulge in his pants.

Laura began to push harder now—she couldn’t help it. Will’s peace could let her go for hours, but the sexual charge she was getting from Tess and Kevin was at odds with it.

“Oh my,” Laura whispered down to Will. “She’s going down on him now….”

Will smiled up at her, and she felt him thrust hard into her.

“I’m watching another woman go down on a man… and he’s got an erection because he’s watching me….”

Will jammed his cock harder up into her.

“Oh, she’s doing a good job too,” Laura continued to whisper to Will. “She’s taking him deep into her mouth, like I took you—“

She was jarred by another quick, hard thrust.

Laura heard a soft whimper carry across the water, and she knew it was Tess. She knew Tess was being loud enough to be heard.

Time to let Kevin see what he wants to see, she thought. Laura let her hair fall over her eyes again as she arched her back, reached around and unhooked her bra.

She let the bra slip down to her elbows. She knew Kevin could clearly see her exposed breasts, maybe even her hard nipples too. He could see them gently bounce as she rode Will’s cock. 

She heard Tess moan again, and she realized that Kevin’s mouth was moving, that he was talking, but so low only Tess could hear him. He must’ve been telling her what he saw. He was telling her and it was turning her on.

“He’s going to come in her mouth watching me ride your cock,” she whispered to Will. She saw him set his jaw, and she felt him increase his rhythm as she whispered to him. “Do you like that?” she asked.

He nodded.

“You like that he’s going to fill that other woman’s stomach just like you filled mine?”

She felt his grip on her thighs tighten and his thrusts go deeper. 

“You do, don’t you?” 

Putting her hands on his shoulders, Laura pushed herself down harder, burying Will’s hard, thick cock deeper yet. She loved it when he was all the way in. She loved feeling full.

She heard Tess moan again, and when she looked up she saw the other woman straining to make Kevin come. To hold himself up, Kevin had a hand on the boom, keeping himself steady as Tess pushed and pulled on his cock with her mouth.

“She’s taking him deep in her mouth…she’s moving so fast on his cock… his legs are shaking… he’s going to come soon….” She whispered down to Will, feeling him respond to every word, feeling him working to another orgasm.

She looked back up, and for the first time saw that Tess had a hand down between her thighs, rubbing herself behind her shorts. And that was when it started, when she began to feel her orgasm coming.

She knew what she wanted, what she had left to do. Will would get her orgasm, would hold her as she shook from it, but she wanted Kevin to know….

Grabbing a rail with both hands, she began cramming herself down, impaling herself on Will’s thick, pulsing, cock. This was it. She knew it was now.

“Watch me—“ she gasped, loud enough for the other couple to hear her, and she came. A low groan escaped, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t care. All she could feel was the warm, sweeping wave of ecstasy that consumed her, and she collapsed onto Will.

She heard a man’s voice, deep, gutteral as he came, distant.

And then she felt Will inside her, spurting against the walls of her clutching hole.

She spent a long time just feeling him.

“Mm,” she finally broke the silence, murmuring into Will’s neck. “What have we done?”

“I don’t know,” she heard him say softly in her ear. “But I’m sure there’ll be Hell to pay.”

She gave him a short, tired giggle. She was exhausted, and she wanted to go to sleep. She wanted to fade off into oblivion and wake up under tomorrow morning’s sun. She wanted to spend the night right where she was, with his arms around her and his cock inside her. 

“I don’t want to move,” she mumbled, already drifting off.

“It’s okay,” she heard him whisper just before she nodded off. “Go to sleep. Perhaps we’ll meet our new acquaintances in the morning.”