Riding home and then fucking

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Riding home and then fucking
Riding home and then fucking

Riding home and then fucking

It was a warm and comfortable evening this time of year. We were driving home from rehearsal.  (Carmina Burana, Carl Orff if you’re interested.)  As usual my car was broken, and I was lucky to get this ride.  So I felt a little obligated to flirt with him (you know, give him his money’s worth)

He has one of those nice sporty models,  conver- tible and shiny red,  you know the type,  a spider some- thing or other. Just for fun I try to get him to drive a little crazy.   The road  is  almost  empty,  and  I’m a serious speed demon.

“Do 90?” I ask.

“What will you give me if I do?” He wants to know.

So getting into the spirit of the thing, I say, “Just do it, and you’ll see.” Not really knowing where this would lead, but knowing that I liked the smell of his cologne.

I watch the  speedometer as it inches up towards 90.   At 85,  I reach over and put my hand on his thigh. As the speed increases, my hand slides up higher.

When he hits 90, my fingers are sliding up inside his shorts.  I can see him starting to breathe a little raggedly, smiling, I say, “Do 95.”

This time, there’s no hesitation, he pushes down on the accelerator.    So I reward him as my hand closes around his wonderful shaft,  stroking him.   The speedo- meter pushes way over 95,  and I’m loving it.  Speed and danger make me hot, I tell him, as I lean against him.

We are starting to  come  into some traffic now, and he is  forced to slow down.  In fact,  now we are at a crawl.  I’m disappointed, but now at least what I want to do next is a little safer, if less  private.

I take my hand off him just long enough to unzip his shorts.   ( This is something I’ve always fantasized about but never had the opportunity to do before ) Lean- ing forward,  I take his  raging  hot  erection  into my mouth.  There are other cars all around us, but all they can see is him.   ( Although I know the person behind us could see me leaning into his lap.  it just turned me on more to think about that )

I’m teasing him,  licking and  sucking,  knowing that he’s trying  not to show it in his face what’s hap- pening to  him.  I can tell that he’s getting more  des- perate, thrusting up towards my mouth,  as I try to take all of him in  —  fondling his balls all the while as I do.    Traffic is starting to break up a little,  and he pulls off the first exit,  and  off  to  the side of the road.

I stop what I’m  doing  long  enough  to pull my shorts and panties down, and push  him back against  his seat.   I straddle him,  slowly lowering myself onto his tense erection, feeling him go deep inside me.   He have his hands up inside my shirt,  stroking my nipples as he kisses me, and I am already sooo hot and wet I can hard- ly stand it.    Knowing that we could be seen by passers by, and even get caught by the police. (I’m sure what we were doing isn’t legal)

Now I’m  moving  frantically  on  him,  My  lust building into an incredible high, wanting him to explode inside me,  wanting to  explode all over him,  and after just a few short minutes I start coming.  And he lets go as soon as he sees me loosing it,  he starts coming  in- side of me.  I can feel him doing it inside me.  (Wasn’t it considerate of him to wait for me?)

When we had a chance to recover, and believe me, we didn’t take long,  I climb off of wilting penis,  and we hurriedly got dressed.

He drove me home, and I kissed him as I got out of the car, and asked. “Can I have a ride next week,too?”

“Naturally,” he said.

I thought He’d say that…. What a riding home and then fucking.

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