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Road Trip
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Road Trip He’d been in the passenger seat riding quietly, answering her questions but enjoying the radio in between, just like her. The peace was broken every now and then by a passionate sing-a-long. There was nothing like a road trip. Only, he knew her well. For some reason, being on the road was the time when she would get unbearably horny. They’d been driving 45 minutes already and he looked over at her. She glanced his way and he could see the slight haze in her eyes. He grinned and she groaned and looked back at the road. He reached over and ran his hand lightly up the outside of her closest thigh. She pushed his hand away and told him to stop. He moaned a little at her and leaned closer to do it again. Her right hand dropped to his to push it away but it was a feeble attempt. He told her she had 3 minutes to find a place to pull over and watched her flush – knew her heartbeat had just increased too. The car slowed and his fingers trailed a silly pattern back towards her hip. He repeated that twice while watching her frantically scoping out every turnoff. His fingers moved to the top of her thigh and she gripped it with a gaspy “Don’t!”. He chuckled and said “2 minutes.” And started with the silly pattern up and down that outer thigh but when he reached her hip he continued up. When his fingers cleared her waistband she jerked and said no and that he was killing her. About the time he got through saying a minute and a half the car slowed and turned off the road. His fingers moved around to her belly and under her shirt to unfasten her pants. She whimpered as he started the zipper down. His hand trailed down the top of her thigh and circled to the inside of it at her knee. She gasped as he fingers started that pattern back up. When he reached the junction of her thighs he was positive he could feel the heat and damp through her clothes. He leaned all the way over and put his chin on her thigh. Her breathing quickened again and she glanced down at him nervously. He chuckled and his fingers slipped under her shirt. She gasped as he trailed a pattern up her belly and softly said “1 minute”. His fingers traced the bottom of her bra and she moaned. He moved to the top of her bra and traced it then dipped his finger in and found a nipple to tease. When she wiggled away he moaned and told her she better hurry then moved his fingers to her other nipple to tease it to attention. A sheen of perspiration broke out on her brow. He freed that breast from her bra and rolled the nipple between his finger and thumb. She cried out and he said time was up as he sat up, turned, and lifted her shirt so his mouth could take that nipple. His fingers slid into her underwear as the car braked to a stop. She tried to say wait as his fingers played through and found her clit, already swollen, and surged at his touch. He lifted his head and looked at the slightly glazed look in her eyes and told her to put the car in gear and turn it off. As the engine died, he kissed her hard and deep. His fingers dug further down to the definite wetness and he separated her to immerse those fingers. She lifted her ass towards him and cried out again as he broke the kiss and took her nipple again and returned his touch to her clit. She tried to rub his dick through his pants but ended up just grabbing a fistful of hair in one hand and his shirt in the other. She was too close too fast and he didn’t want that so he moved back to his seat and unfastened his pants. She was out of her seatbelt and turned in her seat and took him in her mouth as soon as he was free of his underwear. He wet his left fingers in his mouth and used them to go back to teasing her clit. Again, she got too close too fast and he told her to her “come here”. He slid to the edge of the seat and she straddled him reverse while he helped push her pants and underwear off her hips. She sat and buried him deep and he moaned as she gasped. She leaned back into him and began to move her hips to accommodate the up_down/in_out that he needed. As soon as she cried out he knew she’d found her deep spot and one hand reached to free her other breast and began to tease both nipples as his other hand found her clit. She cried out with each thrust and when she got too close and tight and had trouble with it he took over with his hips, careful to keep the sensation the same as she had. Moments later she screamed and he felt her entire body spasm, inside and out. He kept it going as long as he could then let himself follow her into his own orgasm. After several minutes she pulled her pants up and climbed out to fasten them and walk around to the drivers’ seat again. When she got back in, she was composed (if still a little flushed) and proceeded to get them back on the road. He glanced around to see if she’d managed to find a private spot or a rest area with a possibly appreciative audience. |
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Hope you all enjoy it. No idea why I get so horny driving, but I do...
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Nice story!
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great story,,nothing better then sex on the road
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