This is a real event, that happened in real life, to real people. These are the type of stories I have to offer you. If you enjoy the way I think / write perhaps you would consider reading more of my stories or viewing my pictures on the Lit Forum pages. My wife and I hope this story is as fun for you to read as it was for us to live out. Perhaps you will act out your version of this and we are more that happy to share in that erotic fantasy with you.
Saturday night my wife and I were at a party in Hartford. We started kissing while on the dance floor. By the time we reached the car our hands were moving almost as fast as our tongues. With a hour plus drive ahead of us we stopped for gas before getting on the highway. She was holding my arm, resting her hand on my thigh as I drove out of the station. I pulled into traffic, as I slowed to a stop at the light I pulled her face towards mine and kissed her. I kissed her soft and full as my fingers dropped from her face to her neck then tracing the edge of her blouse along her breasts. When the driver behind me kindly reminded me that the light had changed, I moved on. Of course, he was blowing his horn. What road rage? I had a hand full of 34C – nothing was going to upset me now. I waved him on.
The light was green, and after him, the street was empty so I stayed put. I increased the pressure of my hand and combed my fingers upwards along her scalp into her hair. With the soft moan from her lips vibrating against mine, I sucked her lower lip into mine. We traced each others tongue with our own, sucking and licking until one of us had to breath... I win again.
I drive past the on ramp and into the adjacent commuter parking lot. Not the best room I have ever used and thankfully, there are not many commuters at midnight. After I came to a stop in the remote, darkened corner of the lot, we start up where we had left off.
The only thing I enjoy more than undressing her is to watch her undress. Today is no exception. She undressed slowly watching for traffic. Worried about those things sane people worry about. I had no such concerns as my brains had moved from between my ears to between my legs. I waited for her to be done and I caressed her skin. I spoke of her beauty. I lightly kissed her face, her neck, the sides of her breast. I rested my hand on her stomach or thigh refusing to touch her anywhere that might relieve her. I wanted her body to scream for me. I wanted her body to insist. I was willing to wait as long as it took her body to take control.
I loved watching her nipples get hard against the gentle breeze from the air conditioner. Watching her body stiffen and relax as my hand or tongue came closer and closer to her core. Her body was arched out of the seat in a desperate plea for release... I denied her. I kept away from the heat rushing from between her legs. Her shaved lips red and wet begging me to suck them into my mouth. Her Clit asking me to suck it and hold it between my teeth. Pressure first. Then flick my tongue, circle my tongue around it. And then do all three at the same time until she comes. Suck her clit into my mouth, squeeze... hell bite that clit if that is what she needs. While holding the sucking pressure on her clit, I flick me tongue at first. Then circle the clit, then fuck her with my tongue.
She wanted that... but all she got was my breath on her pussy and thighs as I teased her.
I pushed my seat back and started to strip for her. I unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off. I undid my belt, lowered the zipper, and pulled my pants down and off. She reached over and squeezed my dick and balls thru my underwear. My underwear wet and stretched from the clear liquid now covering my dick I pulled them down and off having to move my arms around hers, as she would not let go of my dick.