Hmmmmmmm, this is hard . . . Let's go back to that rainstorm. We're driving around, because its the easiest way to be by ourselves, and its late at night. Dire Straits first album is on the CD player, and we are alone on the road. You lean over and unzip my pants, and I raise up enough for you to reveal my semi-hard shaft and balls. "Mmmmmm, that's what I want" you say, and I answer with a heartfelt "Amen."
Your head drops to my lap, and I feel your lips softly caress my cock up and down its length. Your tongue makes contact with the head, and an electric arc of pleasure runs up my spine. "God, I love your mouth on my cock," I moan, and I take one hand off the wheel to feel your head moving up and down. As your movements become more insistent, my hand begins to grasp your hair, guiding you over me, and my hips begin pushing my cock deep into your waiting mouth.
Out of nowhere, however, a storm hits, and rain begins to pound against the car, making it almost impossible to see. You start to lift your head, but I'm too close to cumming, and I push you back down. "No, no, don't stop, make me cum down your throat," I groan as I look for a place to pull over. I see an overpass just as I reach orgasm. I bring the car to a stop, a little too abruptly, for obvious reasons, and my cock jumps out of your mouth just as I cum. The first stream catches you on the face, but then you quickly adjust and I feel that wonderful warmth around me as I cum again and again into your throat. I can feel you purr around me as I hold your head fast against me with both hands until I finally am done.
Now instead of holding you down, I guide you up to look at you. The expression of passion and lust on your face is heartstopping. I reach to gather the strand of cum off of you, and then put my fingers to your mouth, so you can lick it off of me. Just like a cat, your tongue slides out and around fingers, while your eyes never leave mine. As soon as you are finished, we kiss long and hard. Even as our lips meet, I start taking off your blouse.
When we stop to take a much-needed breath, I say "Let's move to the back seat so I can have my turn with you." You rise up to comply, lift up your skirt, and sit back with your head against the passenger side. You want to give me full access to your erogenous zones, so you lift one leg high against the seatback, and hook the ankle of the other around the head rest of the passenger seat. As I come around to join you, I see you holding one breast in each hand, offering them to me:
"See anything you like?" you ask with a comely smile. "Christ yes!" I answer, looking over your entire body with amazement.