So.
We couldn’t leave each other alone in the car. We really should have died. We should have been an embarrassing headline in the paper about a frisky couple who died in a horrible fiery wreck, and people would pretend to be sad but still giggle at the phrase “impaled by the umbrella of a struck pedestrian while performing oral sex” and they would be wrong to do so, because we are really good people who should be remembered for more than our hilarious and titillating deaths.
We couldn’t leave each other alone and there was nothing to do but touch each other since we agreed we wouldn’t talk. We didn’t even talk about not talking. She got into my car, bouncing into the passenger seat with a sort of furious excitement she rarely showed. She turned the music up immediately, just loud enough we would have to turn it down to have a conversation. She seemed worried that someday I would have to write dialogue. She seemed to know that I hate writing dialogue, so it was agreed.
She sat and bounced. I mean, she was still, totally still, but moving as much as a still person can, if that makes sense. Her energy was absolutely everywhere and the music filled all the space between us and made us feel like we were in a movie. So it was like a movie when she reached over and grabbed my hand and our hands did a hand-swimming-sexy thing as she pointed left, left, straight ahead and it was everything I could do to point the car while she pointed us to her place.
We got to that one road with all the grass on the one side and all the crappy businesses on the other side and we would not be turning for awhile, which is when she moved her hand between my legs, which was the first time we could have crashed and died horribly and happy. I didn’t think she would, but she started to undo my pants. It was the first place her hands did anything anywhere but on my hand. She looked hard down the road. She judged distance, judged time, and ducked her head under my arm and started licking very slowlywarmlytingly from base to head of my cock. I thought she said something like, “Nice Honda,” but the music was pretty loud still.
I really hoped she would and she took my cock into her mouth. She sucked it hard, which usually isn’t a thing. You know. Sucking a dick is rarely exactly that, but it feels really good sometimes. In cars, anyway, it’s great. Also, it can be short, because the person sucking your cock is the only one in the car who knows how to get to their place, and has to put her head back up to point directions. She kept one hand on my cock, but not for anything serious, just because she wanted my cock to know she was there, I think.
It was aware.
So we drove and there was another left and a right and a straight, straight, straight that meant the next three traffic lights and a good chance for me to put a hand on her thigh. She slid down her seat to move my hand up and I applied pressure while she bounced, for real this time and in slow motion and looked for all the world like a woman in a passenger seat doing her best to get off.
But there is male nudity, which is cheap and easily attained and covered back up, and there is female nudity, which is much the same in skirts (which always makes skirts so fucking good looking), but which is a struggle and elusive when wearing tight jeans. But then she is a hard worker, and at some point (and I was starting to think that point was just before she got in the car) she must have decided “fuck it,” and so she unbuttoned her own pants and squirmed and slid them down to her ankles and spread her knees across the dashboard.
I touched her long enough to feel her wet before she brushed my hand aside. She touched herself and I found it difficult to come up with a good reason to watch the road for a full count of five-one-thousand. We should’ve died, yeah. Whatever. She started touching my cock more seriously now, not just announcing her presence but her intent, which was not to jack me off there in the car, but to get me hard and keep me hard until we got to her place and we could fuck properly and without threat of speeding tickets or the eyes of drivers in tall SUV’s.
So she got us home, taking breaks with her right and then left hands to direct us to a house that looked like a house and why the fuck would I describe it to you? We’re almost at the shower scene.
She got out of the car, somehow with her pants completely on immediately, and ran to the door with the same energy she used to bounce into my car.
I stretched my jeans over my erection and followed behind, walking like a cowboy-monkey. Her front stairs were a total bitch.
By the time I got in and locked the door behind me, I could hear the shower running and see her head poking out to make sure I followed. Her clothes made a trail to the door of the bathroom. Her bra was very last.
I waited to undress until I was in the bathroom. The only noise was the water against her and falling to the tub. There’s a difference there worth thinking about, the difference between the sound of an empty and occupied shower. It’s a sexy sound when you think of what it means.
I looked in at the shower and she was facing away from me. She was doing this on purpose of course. It’s not like we were there to get clean and it’s not she didn’t know I was coming. She just knew how sexy it is to see hair wet and straightened by water into an arrow down the back of a woman. The water curling around her calves was not a bad thing either.
So I stepped in and stepped towards her. I put a hand around each hip and fit them in that spot around the front of a hip that hands fit so nicely. I stepped closer. She bent back and touched her ass to my cock and water streamed through her hair and between her shoulder blades and down her back and over my cock and it was the only part of me that was wet. My hands moved up her hips and over her nipples and if nipples and cocks could scream we would have had a very loud shower.
Everyone was happy.
She kept rubbing back against me and I pulled her whole body towards me and we both stood under the water and found ways to kiss and touch each other while standing back to front. She did that thing where she was rubbing my cock with her hand wrapped around it, and then pointed it down so it would slide between her legs. She stood over it, closing her legs and sliding it back and forth across her pussy. I bit her bottom lip. I think she liked that.
She stepped forward and took me with her, stepping under the spray of water, bending and putting her hands against the white tile of the bathroom wall.
I told you there was going to be a shower sex scene.
I reached up and pointed the water away from us, onto the wall on our side. We were sprayed with the mist of water exploding against marble. I could hear her moaning now, clearly, as I fucked her into the wall.
Her hands slid up, her whole body pressed against the tile as I fucked her. She reached back and grabbed me by the small of my back. She pulled me harder into her. She put one hand between her legs and I could feel her fingertips as she rubbed her clit tightly, up and down. I kept her nipples between my fingers and tried to be gentle while really wanting to be evil. I didn’t try that hard. I think she liked that.
She started to shake and I could feel her shake surround my cock. I could feel her tighten around me and loosen and swell and her pussy did its best to moan all around me. Her fingernails dug into my back and my cock filled her pussy and my mouth was pressed just under her ear as she came and came and came against me.
“Oh fuck,” she said. And so there was dialogue.
Then she was on her knees and she was sucking my cock and I thought about how much my cock would taste of her come and she looked up at me with the gorgeousness of the recently orgasmed and water splashed new droplets across her cheeks and lips and her eyes looked up like please oh please oh please.
It didn’t take long, is what I’m trying to say.
She felt me about to orgasm and she pulled me from her mouth and pointed my cock like a shotgun at the bottom of her chin and pumped and pumped until my come ran down her neck and between her tits.
“Oh fuck,” I said, because I forgot already that she had just said it.
1 comments:
Fantastic! Very very very.
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