Ch. 2: Backseat Hanky-Panky
I slid my hands under Sharon's dress and pressed against the skin of her legs. Similar to before, I moved my palms over her thighs. This time she did not stop me. The closer I approached Sharon's pussy, the faster she breathed. When my fingertips arrived near her exposed vagina, Sharon spread her knees slightly apart. But instead of going directly for Sharon's pussy, I slowly dragged my fingertips up across her hips and belly. She groaned with a mixture of relief and disappointment. But I could tell she liked that.
Sharon straightened in my lap, relaxed back into me, and then spread her thighs apart. My heart began to pound so hard that I could hear it. Using just the fingertips of my right hand I explored Sharon's soft inner thigh, circling closer and closer to her groin. Now instead of trying to stop me she was fidgeting her hips to help. I came across the thrilling feel of her pubic hair so I knew I was close to her outer lips. But I controlled the impulse to dive my fingers into her vagina because I now understood that Sharon liked things slow and sensual.
I could barely feel the rise of Sharon's outer pussy lip. I made sure to take plenty of time exploring her skin. By that time I really had her squirming. She could tell that eventually I would place my fingers exactly where she wanted me to. She just didn't know when.
Finally I tracked my fingertip over the middle of her pussy lips and over their full length. This was still torture for her because I did not apply enough pressure to slide in and get to the pleasures beneath.
"Oh, fuck," she quietly drawled.
I moved my fingertip slowly, repeatedly up and down the center of those lips. Gradually and imperceptibly I increased the pressure. Finally my fingertip fell between her pussy lips into a well of moisture.
Sharon inhaled sharply and her pelvis just about vibrated in my hand. I took my time even though I really wanted to hurry. Sharon kept fidgeting in my lap pushing her pelvis up toward my hand so I was able to easily find her clitoris. She breathed out and all her fidgeting stopped.
Playing with Sharon's clitoris became easygoing fun, my fingers pressing in a rhythm with her pelvic movements. I really wanted to get my dick in on this action but decided there was no way that was going to happen. I had to agree with her implied strategy to get close but not quite. Aside from cheating on our mates who were just inches away from us, we had no form of birth control.
I decided I would be happy and even privileged to bring Sharon as close to an orgasm as possible with just my fingers. And we could quit for the night. Bad yes, but we would always be relieved and proud of the fact that we hadn't actually had sex. We would always wonder how far we would've gone if we had birth control.
The time had come for me to locate Sharon's G-spot. I knew better than to make a drastic switch from clitoris to G-spot. First, I warmed her up a little more by using the fingers of my left hand to stretch apart her pussy lips and give my right fingers better access to her clitoris.
Oh, yeah—she liked that too, her body twitched with the increased stimulation. She kept trying to caress me but the spaces were too tight. I concentrated on pleasuring her and finally slipped my middle finger into her vagina. Sharon exhaled a long deep breath.
But the G-spot wasn't that easy to find. Sharon's pussy seemed different from Ellen's so I alternated between caressing her clitoris and looking for the G-spot. I inserted two fingers and decided I must be close. Sharon gasped and took over strumming her own clitoris, leaving me to concentrate full-time on her G-spot.
I used two fingers and tried to match Sharon's pace. She scooted around on my lap in time with the movements of our fingers. After a while I indulged myself and began to prod my dick against that soft ass of hers. Sharon made a couple of weak attempts to reach back for my member, but I didn't make it easy for her because I was already having plenty of fun. Besides I had resigned myself to this being the limit of our erotic misbehavior.
Sharon abruptly shook her head in an attempt to gain control of herself, and ceased all movement. She leaned back to place her lips against my ear, and seemed almost angry as she whispered, "Goddamnit Dave this has to stop!"
Of course I knew she was right. Our marriage partners were right there in the front seat. But I was more aware of her bare skin against my lap and her lips gently touching my ear as she breathed fast and hard. I complained by groaning and pulling her against me.
"Well okay, but just a couple of minutes more."
Sharon seemed to think about our situation and then she surprised me. Without warning she lifted her ass up, reached between her legs, and pulled my naked dick forward. She moved with purpose and I realized she had something specific in mind. She leaned her shoulders back into my chest and raised her butt up so that the shaft of my cock ran along her pussy lips.
I touched Sharon where I could but she was in total control. I could feel the warmth and moisture of her luscious vagina on the shaft of my cock. She slowed her upward movement and obviously relished the feel of my dick's head passing over her clitoris as her body quivered.
