Laurie was ready to leave the country inn where the wedding was held and head back to her life in London. Her flight was scheduled for noon, and she purposely cancelled the airport car service and we feigned an emergency. How would she get to the airport on time for her flight? I gallantly volunteered to "rescue" my sexy lover.
We quickly loaded my car for the jaunt from Fredericksville to Dulles. As we drove away, Laurie's head disappeared below the window line as she pulled my zipper down and caught my hard cock in her wet mouth as it sprung toward her. While I drove, Laurie expertly grew my cock—it was now touching the back of her throat. She has a way of pressing its head between her palate and her tongue that drives me wild.
Coming up for a moment of air, Laurie slipped out of her three-button driver's shirt and unbuttoned her long denim skirt. Both were now on the floor. Finally, there was Laurie in her black-skin tight mesh body suit, her hard nipples pressing forward. She leaned away from me, resting her back against the door while spreading her legs so that I could see her wet cunt glistening through the crotch opening. Looking right at me, Laurie slipped two and then three fingers into and out of her wetness, moaned, and seductively licked her cum off of each digit.
That was all I could just watch as I pulled my car into the airport's parking garage and into a spot between two cars farthest from the entrance. In one motion I stopped, turned off the ignition, unfastened the seat belt and began to finger fuck Laurie while sucking on her engorged clit. My lover began to hump my face while soaking it with her juices. Almost immediately her body became tight and her breathing became shallow. Laurie let out one long moan and then she cried out my name. She stopped moving and then I watched her cunt literally gush out at my face that was no more than three inches away. I had never been so covered in a lover's sex, and she was quickly pushing me over the top—no doubt I needed to fuck her brains out.
