Drive
Posted March 15th, 2010 at 03:36 PM by BITSA2
Drive
"Let's go for a drive," you said.
Just the two of us getting out and about; spending some quality time together. I was all for it. It sounded good to me. We were in dire need of that. We needed time for just the two of us; hitting the highway at a faster speed than those slower city limits. Driving with the top down, the wind in my hair and you next to me, us both enjoying the ride would be a perfect tonic to the past week.
"Why don't slide that skirt up a little higher"? You asked.
"After all, driving down the highway, who would see? It's just you and me and the occasional speeder passing by. No one would have time to see, know what's going on." Your words were persuasive as I hiked up an already short denim skirt just a little bit higher.
"Just a little bit more," you said.
I hesitated, unsure. Just a hint of the red panties I wore were already beginning to show. You reached over and put a firm tug on a few strands of my hair.
"A little bit more," you said.
I granted your request, exposing more of the fragile material as you reached your free hand over to rub my thigh, between my legs lightly. I felt the slight pressure of your finger through the material of my already wet panties. You lingered a moment before pulling your hand away. You brought your hand up to your face, inhaling my scent before placing your hand back on the steering wheel. The tightness of the jeans you wore was now not brought on by your sitting down. Your cock was getting harder at the thought of my doing these things for you.
"Open your legs, just enough to slide your hand tightly between them," you said.
Your intentions were obvious. Your excitement couldn't be hidden, your voice becoming a husky command, your breathing becoming heavier. But you drove like a pro, never faltering or swerving as your eyes darted between the road ahead and the aroused body next to you.
"Now rub your fingers against the panties. I want your hand and your panties both soaked with your pussy juices," you said.
Perhaps your excitement was contagious or maybe the exhibitionist in the both of us wanted to come out and play. Or your barely contained arousal spurred me on as I drenched my hand and panties with my juices for you.
"Now bring them to my mouth. I want to lick your fingers clean," you said.
You sucked greedily on each finger, leaving no part left untouched.
"Unbutton and unzip your skirt," you directed.
The sound of your voice captivating yet demanding, letting me know you would not be denied. My skirt was undone for you as I awaited further instructions.
"I want to watch you play with that sweet, pretty pussy," you said.
My stomach fluttered at the excitement you were causing, making me tease myself for your pleasure. I slid my hand slowly inside the waistband, my fingers stroking lightly over my smooth mound. Your driving was still perfection as you stole a sideways glance in my direction. A smile played across your lips as you demanded “soft,” “slow,” “hard,” “fast.”
"No," you said.
I begged you for release. A simple statement that held much water as you enjoyed bringing me to the brink of orgasm several times only to snatch me back from my teetering edge.
"Slide a finger inside you," you now directed.
Sliding a finger inside me, I gasped at the unexpected sensitivity. I slid two more inside my wet oasis at your command. The tightness and sensations were overwhelming as you took more control over my mind and body. I begged you again for just a little taste of you, pleaded to feel your cock somewhere, anywhere inside or on my body.
"No. You will continue pleasing yourself for me. You will not orgasm. Not until we can find another driver who can see you, watch you," you said.
I obliged your whim in hopes at some point my reward would be your hard cock sliding into my hungry mouth, my pussy, or my ass…or even all three. As always, my body was open to you; open any place you desired to use. Our drive seemed endless. Your taunting became a cruel delight. But relief came into view as the trucker pulled up beside us. Keeping great time next to us, his smile widened as he looked at the sight before him.
"Pull your panties down, just above your knees and continue pleasing yourself for his viewing pleasure," you said.
There was no hesitation as you demanded I please myself quickly. I rubbed my clit hard and fast to swift orgasm as the trucker's eyes widened even more. My breathing was deep and rapid; my moans loud, my cries of ecstasy became a musical masterpiece to your ears. The sound wafted across the lane, surrounded the driver beside us in my orgasmic concerto. As you pressed on the accelerator and the convertible increased speed, his jaw was dropping, his mouth watering and he was left wanting more even as you sped up leaving him nothing but a distant memory.
My breathing once again returned to normal after a few more miles. My body relaxed.
"Such a good little slut you are," you said.
Your hand reached out to caress my cheek. I nuzzled into this, always, gentle stroke. I smiled wickedly as our eyes met.
"Pull over to the side of the road. It's your turn," I said.
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Another great and relatable tale! Thanks for revitalization of an old memory!! Val and ShariPosted March 16th, 2010 at 07:34 AM by vscouple 
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Very well written and who's to say it is or was not a true story? We will forever wonder.
Posted March 19th, 2010 at 04:21 PM by Sir1Anthony
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