I slid into the bucket seat on the drivers side. It fit me from my shoulders to the backs of my knees like a soft buckskin glove. The light caress of the leather was butter soft but cool against my already heated skin. I reached down and turned the key, my left foot depressing the clutch as the car rumbled to life. I almost moaned at the purr that came from the engine, the steady roll of the cam, the slight tick of the lifters, it blended together to make a symphony of power that seeped from under the hood.
I let my hand drop to the gear shift, the knob was cool against my palm as I wrapped my fingers around it tightly and squeezed, feeling the vibrations climb up though my hand and slowly up the length of my arm. I slid it down into reverse and revved the engine, slowly releasing the clutch and letting the engine catch, I bit my lips as the rumble of the car crept up along my spine.
I back out onto the street, then stop looking your way for directions. You speak quickly, and a little nervously, telling me where I need to go, and how to get there.
I smile at you playfully as I rev the engine and push the car into first.
I straddle the pedals and feel the tires grip, I press on the brake harder and let the clutch out slowly, giving it a little more gas. I could smell the rubber as I spin the tires, doing a little brake stand before peeling away. I laugh while you bitch at me for how many miles of tire I just left on the pavement.
I barely heard, I was totally lost in the car. I watched the R.P.M.s climb, 3000...4000...5000....when it hit the red line I grabbed second...then quickly worked my way up to third.
My body clenches as the car literally purrs, not a miss, not a knock...nothing. Just a steady rumble of power as I climb up the gears. I glance at you as I reach for forth, your eyes are ahead, and your hand grips the armrest so tightly that I can see your knuckles turning white.
I moan low as I move in and out of the light traffic, not once looking at the speedometer. Warmth pools between my legs as the vibrations of the car run up and down my spine, like a thousand fingers lightly caressing my skin.
I approach a light and gear down, letting the engine slow the car as my body responds. My nipples tighten; my pussy gets a little wetter as almost impatiently I wait for the light to change and look at the long stretch of open highway just beyond it.
At green, I start again, climbing up, weaving in and out until I'm ahead of the pack. The car rumbling along as I gain speed. I hit fourth again and level out, letting the engine tell me where she wants to be, what speed suits her best. I squeeze my thighs together, letting one hand leave the wheel for a moment to run my hand over my breast.
You glance at me, a slight grin on your face as you note my movements.
I grip the wheel again with both hands, my whole body a cacophony of feeling as I drive.
Speed affects me like this, turns me on, the car like a lovers caress along my entire body as I sit in the driver's seat. My pussy is almost dripping as I lose myself in the ride, my nips painfully tight as I gear down through the corners, only to grab the higher ones as I come out. Slow, then fast...letting the slight g-forces embrace my whole body as I drive.
Ahead I spot a rest stop and I know I need to pull over. Thankfully it's empty as I pull in and park. Leaving the engine to idle as pull the e-brake and open the door to climb out of the driver's seat.