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Max’s letter: My wife Naomi and went to Washington, D.C. for a weekend of sightseeing. Naomi was wearing wool slacks and a heavy blouse, and she was miserable because the weather was unseasonably warm. The other women we passed on the street were all dressed for the heat in light skirts and loose tops. Naomi said she wanted to go into the next clothing store and buy something more suitable for the weather. We found a store and went in. Naomi was looking at the clothes, and I was looking at the saleswoman. She had on a tank top that barely concealed her tits. Every time she bent forward, I got a wonderful view of her breasts, held up by her lacy bra. I was so preoccupied looking at this woman that I didn’t hear my wife come out of the dressing room until she stood behind me and called my name.

I turned around to see her wearing a loose top with a pair of ultrathin straps, the only thing keeping the material from falling down and exposing her breasts. She was not wearing a bra, and the air conditioning in the store was making her nipples stand out. The top stopped about two inches above her waist, exposing a tantalizing expanse of firm abdominal flesh.

She also had on a pleated skirt, the bottom of which stopped about eight inches above her knees, leaving only about two inches of thigh covered. She tossed her old clothes into the trash can next to the counter and asked me, “Am I as good to look at now as those women you’ve been gaping at all morning?”

“You put them all to shame,” I said.

We resumed our sightseeing. Naomi kept leaning forward so I could look down her top. The warm breeze blew her skirt up onto her back once or twice, but it was so quick I wasn’t sure if I had seen what I thought I had seen. If my suspicions were correct, however, she wasn’t wearing any panties!

I reached down to cup her buttocks with my hand as we walked along the sidewalk. The tips of my fingers reached up under the hem of her short skirt. I’d been right about her panties— that is, the lack of them. Nothing but hot flesh was there to greet my searching fingers. She looked up at me and said, “Find anything interesting down there?”

“Nothing at all,” I teased.

“Nothing but my ass and pussy,” she replied. “I’m so excited! Take a look.” She stepped back to show me the trail of cunt juice dripping down her thigh. “Every time the breeze lifts my skirt a little, I feel the wind blow on my pussy, she said. “I wish there was a way for you to stick your finger in my cunt with-out everyone out here seeing us.”

“Who cares if anyone sees?” I said, sliding a finger up her thigh.

Naomi just giggled and backed away. “I may be a bit of an exhibitionist, but I’m not about to let you finger-fuck me on the streets of Washington, D.C.”

To me, it seemed the perfect place for a finger-fuck. But by then Naomi was a few steps in front of me. I let her walk ahead for a few blocks so I could watch the wind play with her hem. It would lift up just enough for the bottoms of her ass-cheeks to peek out. She stopped at one point and bent forward to adjust her shoes. For at least a minute, both cheeks of her ass were exposed for all to see. I had a hard-on that could’ve broken an iceberg!

I told her she needed some high heels to go with her new outfit. There were some shoes in a store window she wanted to get a closer look at. She spread her legs apart, bent forward a bit and leaned against the window. While she looked at the shoes, I stood back and enjoyed the view of my sexy wife. The brown curls of her pussy hair were visible whenever the wind kicked up her skirt. One poor guy on a moped almost ran into a parked car when he caught sight of her.

Naomi asked me to let her go into the store alone. I had a clear view inside of the store through the display window, so I agreed.

There were no other customers in the store. The only person working there, a young man of about twenty-five, sat on a stool in front of Naomi. He was sizing her foot, but I don’t know how he could’ve possibly kept his mind on his work. He was staring directly up her dress, his eyes locked on the sight of her pussy, which was clearly visible to him. I rubbed my cock furtively as I imagined the smell of my wife’s cunt wafting his way.

Naomi smiled at the clerk as she shifted her legs to give him an even better view. The guy could barely stand up straight when it was time for him to get up and find some shoes in her size. I could see that he had a serious erection. Naomi looked over at me and our eyes met. We were both very turned on knowing how horny she was making the salesman. Naomi licked her lips and blew me a kiss, and I squeezed my cock through my pants a few times to let her know I was having the time of my life.

While the guy was gone, Naomi dropped her hand to her skirt. She pulled the hem back so that her cunt was out in the open. Her index finger started at the top of her cunt, then worked its way down until it was nestled between her fuck-lips. I looked for the salesman, but he was nowhere in sight. When I looked back at Naomi, her index finger was buried up to the second knuckle. She fingered herself feverishly, her eyes closed tightly as she pleasured her pussy. My cock throbbed as I watched her slide down in her seat and spread her legs wide.

The salesman came out of the back-room, but then stopped and stared when he saw the show Naomi was putting on. He quietly walked back to sit on the stool that was just inches from where Naomi was pumping her finger in and out of her cunt. Her moans grew louder until she cried out and reached orgasm. Her hand was soaked with her juices.

She sat there with her eyes closed, her cunt still fully exposed. When she opened them, she realized the salesman had been sitting in front of her, watching her masturbate. Her finger was still buried deep in her pussy. She slowly pulled it out and leaned forward. The straps of her top had fallen off her shoulders. Her tits were now also out in the open for him to see. She pulled her finger out of her cunt and brought it to his lips. He inhaled deeply, then licked the nectar from her finger. His hands cupped her breasts. I could see her shudder as this total stranger ran the tips of his fingers over her nipples.

Naomi asked him to put one of the pairs of shoes on her. He slipped them on her feet and ran his hands up and down her legs a couple of times. She stood up and walked around in the shoes. I looked on with delight as she strolled straight for the storeroom, motioning the clerk to follow her. As soon as they both disappeared into the room, I quietly walked into the store and positioned myself so I could see what they were up to.

She leaned against a wall and pulled up her dress. The salesman fell to his knees and grabbed her around the thighs. With her hand on the back of his head, Naomi pulled his mouth to her pussy. He buried his tongue inside her, fucking her madly with it as she squeezed her nipples. Her shoulders started to shake, and I knew this meant she was close to orgasm. Her hands grabbed his head and held it tightly against her crotch. She cried out, “That’s it…eat me just like that!” as she climaxed.

I quickly left the store and waited for her outside. A few minutes later she paid for the shoes and walked out of the store, straightening her skirt and adjusting the straps of her flimsy top as she opened the door. The clerk looked at her one last time, with a grin a mile wide smeared across his face.

As soon as Naomi caught up with me, I pulled her into my arms, kissed her and told her how much I loved her. She stuck her tongue deep into my mouth and rubbed her crotch against my leg. I could see that there was an alley about twenty feet down the side-walk. I led her down it and took her in my arms again. We started to kiss. I ran the palms of my hands across her nipples and up to her shoulder straps. The straps slid off easily, and the top slipped down to reveal her breasts once more.

Her nipples were swollen and stiff. My fingers played with them for a bit. She moaned as I slipped my tongue between her lips. My hands continued their excursion down to her butt and across the rounded cheeks. I lifted up the hem of her skirt and took her soft ass-flesh in my hands. A guy looked at us from the sidewalk and smiled. He stopped and looked on as I lifted Naomi a few inches off the ground.

“We’re being watched,” I said to her.

“I feel like I’ve been being watched all day,” she replied.

“You have, and I’ve been doing most of the watching,” I told her. “But now I want to be watched too.”

She turned her head to see the man who was looking at us. She then lifted her left leg and wrapped it around my waist as high as it would go, spreading the cheeks and exposing her asshole to the man. “Get ready,” she whispered, then lifted her other leg and crossed her ankles behind my back. I gripped her ass-cheeks as she buried her tongue in my mouth.

I worked the tip of my finger into her pussy, then put in a second fingertip. Naomi squirmed as I slowly worked the fingertips around and around inside her. “Give it to me fast,” she said. I responded by sinking both fingers all the way inside her. She bucked back and forth on my fingers as I pumped them in and out of her dripping-wet cunt. This went on for about five minutes or so, until she finally came with a little squeal. When she finally disengaged herself from my hand and lowered her feet to the ground, the man gave us a thumbs-up and headed off.

Naomi took my fingers and stuck them into my mouth. The taste of her made my cock, which had been hard for what seemed like hours, explode. A thick river of sperm shot into my underwear. It looked like I was going to have to do some clothes shopping myself!

We went back to the street and hailed a cab. I gave the cabbie the name of our hotel as Naomi sat back on the seat. I watched a mischievous grin cross her face as she saw the driver look back at her in his mirror and adjust it so that he could look up her dress. She slid her butt forward and spread her legs wide, showing him her pussy in all its glistening, uncovered glory. I reached over and ran my hand up and down her thigh. My fingers just brushed against her lips, and before I knew it I was finger-fucking her again.

“You can watch,” I said to the cabbie, who barely took his eyes off the rearview mirror the whole way to our hotel. When we got there, we literally ran to our room and fucked like newlyweds. It was definitely a trip I will never forget.

Veronica’s letter: I am a sophomore in college. My next-door neighbors, Jerry and Martha, are in their early forties, although they look much younger. They’re both in excellent shape. Over the years, Martha and I have gone swimming, played tennis and done a fair amount of running together, and she always seems to have a new exercise video she wants to share with me. Thanks to her, I enjoy working out and have no trouble staying firm and trim.

Recently I asked her to go shopping with me to buy some new outfits. Little did I know that such an innocent activity would add an incredible new facet to our friendship.

I am fortunate in that I can wear almost any type of clothes and look good. Martha often tells me how great my legs and boobs are, and that I really ought to consider wearing clothing that makes them more noticeable. After not finding anything interesting at the mall, Martha recommended a special shop that I didn’t know about.

When we entered the shop, I knew at once I couldn’t afford the high-priced clothes there. Martha told me not to worry, because she was going to treat me to a few items. She commented that I needed something that showed off my legs and rear and emphasized my breasts. She said, “My husband gets such a giant hard-on looking at your beautiful legs and ass when we go running. Don’t be so shy. You should highlight those features.” While flattered, I was also embarrassed by the thought of my next-door neighbor sprouting an erection whenever he saw me.

Martha began selecting a wide assortment of things for me, from underwear to dresses, skirts and tops. She asked the clerk if the “special room” was available to try on the clothes. The clerk, only slightly older than I, smiled and said yes. She led us toward the back of the store to a large room. She told us proudly that it recently had been soundproofed to assure “absolute privacy.” I thought this was an odd comment, considering dressing rooms are really not very noisy in the first place, but since Martha was being so nice about buying me some clothes, I kept my thoughts about the dressing room to myself.

We walked into the room, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. There were floor-to-ceiling mirrors on three walls, and mirrors covering the entire ceiling. The carpeting was so thick that my feet sank into it. One of the walls was even covered with this deep-pile carpeting from floor to ceiling. Two overstuffed couches lined the walls. “This doesn’t look like any dressing room I’ve ever been in,” I said to Martha.

“I know, isn’t it great?” she replied. “This is the private dressing room for employees only. But since I’m a regular here, they let me use it too.”

We got busy trying on clothes. I was used to Martha touching me when she was my swimming instructor, so it didn’t bother me to have her help me as I changed into the different outfits we’d picked out. She was handing me clothes, smoothing out the material, adjusting my breasts and so on. Her touching, however, soon began to feel more and more like genuine caressing. It was giving me goose bumps and, strangely, making my nipples hard with arousal. I was beginning to want her more than I’d ever wanted anyone else.

Martha finally told me to strip completely while she went to pick out some more sexy panties and bras for me. I did as she asked, and entertained myself by looking at myself in the mirrors that lined the walls of this wild dressing room. I was striking poses when she returned, and was totally embarrassed that she’d caught me. But Martha only laughed and said that she did the same thing when she was alone there. She then handed me the most incredibly sexy white push-up bra, white lace garter belt and white sheer stockings to try on. When I asked about panties, she laughed again and said, “Who needs panties? I just want to see you looking naughty for a little while.”

While I was getting dressed, she tried on some things too. I was so busy with my outfit that I did not pay attention to what she was putting on until I was finished getting dressed. When I turned around, I was astonished by what I saw. I should first say that Martha is beautiful. She has incredibly long, slender legs, and she’s very trim, with pear-shaped boobs, flaming red hair and the greenest eyes in the world. While I had seen her in short shorts and swimsuits, they did not prepare me for the vision that was now before my eyes. She was wearing red, thigh-high leather boots with seven-inch heels, a pair of red crotchless panties and red bra with holes for her nipples.

I was stunned, and could do nothing but stare at her fleshy pussy lips, clearly visible through the panties.

“I think you like what you see,” Martha said. “Look at how hard your nipples are!” And it was true. My nipples were erect and sticking out like a pair of fingertips.

Martha walked over to me, pushed my bra down slightly and began rolling my nipples in her hands. I didn’t know what to do. I felt an incredible sexual energy coming from her, which was all the more enhanced by the provocative outfit she had on. Already five inches taller than me, she now literally loomed over me in her heels. She let one hand trail down to my pussy, which was soaking wet. She took my clit between her thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze it gently, pumping it like a little dick until I nearly exploded in orgasm. I’d never before had any desire to be touched by another woman, so I couldn’t believe how I was reacting now. The alluring scent of Martha’s perfume made me light-headed with desire, and the feeling of her fingers on my nipples and clit was so wonderful! I can’t describe it aside from saying that I was willing to do anything she wanted.

“Do you want to feel good?” she asked me. I nodded my head, but that wasn’t enough of an answer for her.

“Tell me what you want, Ronnie,” she said as she continued tweaking my nipples.

“I want you to make love to me” I said.

“Good, because I want to make love to you. I haven’t been able to think of anything else all day,” she said. “Now, take off your bra.”

I did as she asked and then felt her mouth on my skin. She began to kiss my breasts, making me even hotter. She lay me down on the couch and slowly lowered her cherry-red pussy lips to my mouth.

“Suck it,” she said. “Suck me and taste the flavor of my cunt,” I sucked and probed her with my tongue for what seemed like hours. Martha caressed me with her hands and feet as I feasted on her hairy gash. She had so many orgasms, I lost track.

She then spread my legs wide apart. I’d never been so excited in my life. I was so anxious for her to eat my pussy! Before she began, she pressed a button on the wall. In a matter of seconds, the door opened and in walked the clerk who had led us to the dressing room earlier. Her name was Janet, and she quickly disrobed. I was amazed at how blonde her pussy hair was. It seemed to shimmer in the light, like strands of gold. Her breasts were larger than mine, but not huge.

Martha asked Janet to get on her knees and eat my pussy. “I want to watch her lick your cunt,” she said to me. Janet traced her fingers lightly up and down my thighs, then buried her head in my pubic patch. No one had ever gone down on me before. It felt so wonderful to have a wet tongue wiggling around inside me. Martha quickly positioned herself over me and again rubbed her pussy against my mouth. I ate her tangy cunt until my jaws ached, screaming and sighing with pleasure as the most incredible series of orgasms raced through my body.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed a few minutes of orgasmic bliss. After a few minutes I sensed that someone else was in the room with us, and opened my eyes. Martha and Janet had moved away from me, but standing before me was Martha’s husband Jerry, naked and sporting the biggest dick I had even seen.

“Do you want it?” he asked, pumping his meat to hardness.

“Yes, fuck me,” I said. “Slowly. I want to see it going into my pussy.” Jerry had a good ten inches of love-muscle that was as big around as my wrist. I couldn’t believe that much dick was able to fit inside my little body, but it did. I was so wet that he had no problem at all sliding it in. It was a sensational fuck. Jerry’s massive cock felt like a log in my cunt, and I wriggled and thrashed and slid back and forth on it until the couch we were on was covered with sweat and come.

As the day progressed, I enjoyed all sorts of sex play with Jerry, Martha and Janet. I had my pussy shaved, gave my first blowjob and swallowed a huge helping of Jerry’s jism. I was fucked with dildos, vibrators, tongues, fingers and, of course, Jerry’s great cock. What an afternoon!

Jerry, Martha and I are now inseparable. Our lives are filled with sexual experimentation and exploration. Recently Jerry had me bring Lars, a friend of mine who was once on his wife’s swim team, into the group. Little did Lars know that he would have his hard eight-inch dick sucked not only by me, but by Jerry. But Lars loved it, and he was also happy to return the pleasure. It was really a turn-on watching Jerry’s huge cock going in and out of Lars’s busy mouth. Since I know first-hand how wonderful Jerry’s dick is, I can understand why Lars is so happy to suck it.

May 23, 2005 No Comments

Highway High-Jinks

Most of our readers will do it anyplace, anytime. Not even modern technology can thwart their natural desires. The following letters were written by those with a taste for love in the fast lane.

Daisy’s letter: I knew my husband Bill was having a rough week at the office, so Thursday afternoon I called him and told him to meet me for a drink after work at our favorite local bar. I wore a short black skirt and a sheer yellow blouse. I had already chosen a yellow lace bra-and-string bikini set to go under my outfit.

I arrived at the bar at five, knowing my husband would be there in about a half hour. I had almost finished my first drink when I realized I was being observed by a man sitting four or five stools away from me. Because it was so early, there was no one else in the bar. I spun around so that I was facing him. I could see from the smile on his face that he was looking up my dress and enjoying the view. I never sit with my legs crossed because I find it much more comfortable and natural to sit with both legs spread a little. I glanced down at my legs and realized that my admirer was getting a nice shot of my yellow panties, which must have stood out very nicely against my black skirt. Of course I couldn’t resist opening my legs a bit wider, just to be sure he wasn’t missing anything. The bartender came over and said that the gentleman wanted to buy me a drink. I said, “Fine,” and when the drink came I lifted the glass to toast the generous fellow, and made a slight motion of my head, which clearly told him to come over and say hello. He did, and introduced himself. As we proceeded to make the usual small talk, he occasionally glanced down at my legs.

When I told him I was waiting for my husband, I found out that he too was married. Things were getting interesting. I finally turned the conversation to lingerie and, looking directly into Doug’s eyes, asked him how he liked my yellow panties. He smiled and said, “They are beautiful.” My legs were now spread as wide as my skirt would allow, and I was beginning to get very hot.

I told Doug that my husband loved having people look at me, and that he shouldn’t worry about anything when Bill arrived. Bill came in ten minutes later, and I made the necessary introductions. Within five minutes I had Bill and Doug standing in front of me discussing my panties, flattering me with all sorts of compliments. When I told them I could feel my panties starting to get wet, they were both speechless for a short while.

As my husband and Doug continued to talk and watch me, I grew even more excited. Then Bill invited Doug to come over our house for a drink. I began to imagine a wonderful threesome, but then, wonder of wonders, Doug said no! He looked at his watch and said that, unfortunately, he had to pick up his car at a service station in about twenty minutes. I was terribly disappointed until I heard Bill offer Doug a ride to pick up his car.

We paid for the drinks and left. As we headed toward our car, Bill said, “Daisy, why don’t you ride in the back with Doug.” I immediately felt my cunt twitch. We got in the car, and Bill started the engine. I pulled my skirt up to my waist and immediately pulled Doug’s fly down. In no time, I had his cock in my hand. I pulled him on top of me and said, “Now it’s time for you to pay for the show I just gave you. Fuck me!”

So for the next fifteen minutes Bill drove around while I got fucked in the backseat of our car. I was so hot that I just kept coming, especially when I could see my husband checking me out in the rearview mirror.

Doug was on top of me, pounding away with all his might. I had never been fucked so good and hard. I realized that Doug must have worked out regularly. His body was hard and well-defined, and he knew how to move it. He never seemed to get tired. He just kept pumping and pumping, never slowing down, and he even angled his cock so that it rubbed my clit while moving in and out.

I held him tight and stared at the roof of the car, wondering if people in passing cars were looking in and watching what was going on. I reached down and cupped his firm ass-cheeks, holding them in my hands and squeezing them while his muscular body worked against mine, driving us both into a frenzy.

I cried out loud and came. “Did you feel it, baby?” I whispered to Doug. “Did you feel my pussy ripple? My juices are all over you.”

He silenced me by shoving his tongue in my mouth. Endlessly his hard, thick, long cock drilled me, and when he finally came, he collapsed on top of me and held me tight while his throbbing cock squirted its load, filling me with warmth.

I cleaned his cock with my mouth, and Bill pulled into the gas station. We said good-bye to Doug. On our way home I thanked Bill for being so considerate, and as I felt his hand go between my thighs and begin to finger me, I knew that within ten minutes my husband and I would be fucking wildly, enjoying each other and the exciting escapade we had just experienced.

Tony’s letter: It was a late summer night. There was a hot, sticky breeze blowing through my hair as I walked toward the front entrance of my favorite bar. I flung open the door, and a huge gust of cold air hit my body.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the place, I saw a beautiful girl sitting all by herself at the bar right next to the front door. A sheer satin wrap held her swelling breasts, and a leather miniskirt completed the picture. I could tell from the cocksure look in her eyes that she was one of this girls who knows exactly how beautiful she is.

I walked farther down the bar, turned in her direction and ordered a beer. She dropped her purse on the floor, and the doorman, gentleman that he was, was obliged to assist her. As he hurriedly bent over to grab the purse for her, he couldn’t help but notice her gorgeous legs. He stood and smiled, slowly taking in her beauty with his eyes. She gratefully accepted the purse, allowing him a touch of her soft breasts by pulling the purse to her bosom before he could release the bag. She was one sassy lady.

Led by the bulge in my denims, I proceeded toward her and sat down beside her, looking her right in the eye. She was cool and relaxed. My blood was boiling inside. I asked in a friendly voice if I might join her, and she said that I could.

I was about to give her my name, but she stopped me, saying, “Let’s keep names out of this.” With that, she reached for my hand and pulled me close to her. Sensing my uneasiness, she slid her shoeless foot between my legs and rubbed me. Unable to control myself, I erupted with a grunt, filling my underwear with hot come. I returned the favor by removing my shoes as well. My foot had barely touched her before I felt her moistness through my sock.

As my toes touched the forest that surrounded her cave, she shuddered with excitement and grabbed onto the bar. She clenched my foot with her trembling thighs.

Not stopping to put our shoes back on, we hurried out of the bar and crossed the parking lot to my car. I opened the door and let her in, then ran around and got in on my side. “We’ll go to my place,” I said, starting up the engine and pulling onto the highway.

While I drove, she undid my pants and groped my cock. I looked over and saw that she had released her twin cannons. I reached over and cupped one while I drove, gently massaging the nipple while she clutched my cock in her hand and steadily pumped it up and down. Next she had her skirt off in one motion. I probed the depths of her pussy with my finger. Then her mouth engulfed my hardness, drawing it in between her lips, sucking it.

The windshield began fogging up, and I had to pull my finger out of her so that I could use my hand to wipe the glass. Her tongue and lips caressed me, and I was totally under her spell. It was difficult to concentrate on the road, but the pleasure was too intense for me to stop her and tell her to wait until we reached my apartment.

I put my hand back between her legs and fingered her again. She arched her back, crying out in delight. I found her clit and fondled the luscious bulb. This was more than she could stand, and she released herself, showering me with an orgasm. Her pussy tightened around my finger like a vise.

I was so turned on now, I had no choice but to pull over to the side of the road. We leaped into the backseat. I had her lay down on her back, and I got on top of her and penetrated her pussy. Her knockers were bouncing in my face as she again succumbed to orgasmic ecstasy.

As I pumped her, I could feel my balls begin to bloat with come. The feeling was so intense, I couldn’t fight it. My fountain of love sprayed her insides with the fury of a thousand fire hoses. I had to stop to catch my breath. At that instant we both collapsed from exhaustion.

I awoke to the morning sun glaring through the windshield on my face. To my surprise, the girl was gone, and I wondered if the previous night had been only a dream.

Buddy’s letter: I finally got out of work after a long week and stopped at a store for refreshments. I got some beer and a cold, twelve-ounce bottle of Thunderbird. I have a sometime girlfriend who stops over at my place if all else fails, and I like to have some wine around if she does.

I placed the drinks on the floor of the passenger side and started toward home. When I was about a third of the way there, I could see a hitchhiker a short distance down the road from me. I have a couple of rules about hitchhikers: I never pick them up at night, and I never pick up a female. Well, I stopped anyway, breaking my first rule. As it turned out, I also broke my second rule. The hitchhiker had short hair and was wearing a hunting coat, so I couldn’t tell that she was a woman until she was already sitting inside my car.

Her name was Terry, and she explained that she had been on a date with her boyfriend. They started fighting, and she left him.

Looking down, she asked what was in the bag near her feet. I told her, and she asked if she could have a beer. I said sure, and she reached in the bag. She got excited when she found the cold Thunderbird, admitting that she loved the stuff. My mistake was telling her she could have some. I don’t know whether it was her anger at her boyfriend or something else, but she drained the entire bottle.

When she was done, she tossed the bottle onto the floor and climbed onto the backseat so that she could stretch out. She asked me to turn the heater up. I did so, and she soon removed her coat and draped it over my shoulder. She kicked off her shoes next and, judging from the sounds she was making, she was rubbing herself.

Pretty soon all her clothes were piled on the seat beside me, and she was totally nude on my backseat. I was hot from the heater and listening to her groans of pleasure. She continued to rub her body and moan. I concentrated on the road as best I could while Terry fingered her cunt and played with her nipples. I rearranged the rear-view mirror and was able to steal a glance now and then. I noticed that her lovely breasts were medium-size and very firm-looking.

She inserted two fingers inside her pussy and fingered her clit with her other hand. All this time she acted as if I weren’t there. Then she grabbed my right hand and placed it on her breast. I massaged her tit and pulled her nipple. She let out a scream that I wasn’t prepared for. Terry continued to hump her fingers while I squeezed her tit, and she was moaning louder.

After she calmed down a bit, she hopped back into the front seat and told me to lower my slacks. I was grateful to release my hardened rod, and she went right at it with her mouth. Within no time I was pumping deep in her throat. When she thought I was near release, she stopped and said she wasn’t going any further until I pulled the car over and sucked her pussy. I had just passed the rest area, but a back street was just ahead.

I pulled to a stop about two miles from the highway, on a dark, country lane. Terry was already in the backseat with her legs spread, begging me to put my tongue in her. I got into the best position I could and swirled my tongue around in her cunt.

Terry was in no mood for games. She wrapped her legs around my head and held my face to her cunt. I licked and sucked, and when I found her clit, I made her come. Then she released me and said that she wanted me to fuck her, but not in the car. She got out of the car and lay on the hood. I was so eager, I climbed on top of her and shoved my dick in.

The hood was warm, but the night air had a chill to it. Nevertheless, Terry was sweating. She was flopping around like a fish out of water while I drilled her, and several times we almost went tumbling off the car. I came, but kept fucking her until she came too.

She pushed me off the car and asked me to lick her again. I licked her pussy and sucked her until she was clean. It was very enjoyable.

We got back in the car, and she popped the top of one of the beers and nearly drained it. We cuddled in the backseat, and then I finally got a chance to give her breasts the attention they deserved.

Apr 29, 2005 No Comments