The windows ran with condensation, time stood still, as it had since they arrived at their destination high in the mountains overlooking the sprawling city, whose lights, coupled with that of the moon, caste a weak luminescent glow throughout the car's interior.
With pounding hearts they pawed at each other, their inhibitions giving way to lust.
No longer satisfied to kiss, his arm brushed briefly, almost imperceptibly, against the firm swell of her breast. Emboldened, he repeated his gentle exploration, gradually applying more pressure with the heel of his hand as his fingers trailed back and forth up the length of her arm. He was sure he could feel her nipple, proud and erect, as it chaffed against his wrist through the thin fabric of her cotton blouse.
Still he could not bring himself to grab at her, to take her magnificent treasures into his hand and bury his face into their warm welcoming embrace and to breathe in her scent. Intoxicated with lust, he groaned, his mind aflame with unfulfilled erotic imagery. Shifting awkwardly he eased the pressure that threatened to cut off all circulation to his imprisoned cock.
"Are you OK?"
"Wh...what'? He stuttered nervously, afraid that the spell had broken.
"You groaned... are you OK?"
"Yeah...Yeah sure... I'm OK" silencing her with his lips, he took the opportunity to adjust himself, straightening his cock so that it lay comfortably full length against his thigh.
Lost once more in their heated embrace he grew bolder, pausing from time to time to run his knuckles softly against her breast. With a languid sigh she shifted, arching her back, encouraging him. His heart pounded heavily, taking his breath away as he spread his fingers, and slowly... deliberately... took her breast into his hand, his head spun as he explored and savoured the weight and texture of its warm rounded magnificence.
Nothing was said, it was beyond words. In the dim light he could see his hand as it lay clam to her. Softly kneading, his finger sought out her nipple, trapping it between his thumb and finger, lightly pinching.
Shuddering with his touch, It was her turn to moan.
"Yeah..." he whispered under his breath, basking in his minor victory. "Oh yeah!"
With renewed enthusiasm they attacked each other. With mouths locked together, their tongues probed deeply, suckling at each other as his hands caressed and fondled. So absorbed, lost in the joy of discovery, it came as a shock to him when she dropped her hand onto his lap and ran her hand firmly down the length of his aching pole. Any fears that he held that it was an accident were quickly dispelled she repeated the process this time pausing to grasp and squeeze its pulsating length.
Raising himself away from her, he looked at her, her eyes were closed as she continued to caress him. She was a beauty, even on a bad day. The subject of his many masterbatory fantasies, a dream come true, only now she was with him, together alone, playing with his cock as his hands flowed around the bountiful expanse of her breasts.
Her eyes, deeply hooded with lust, slowly opened, her lips flickered with a weak smile of acknowledgement as he gazed down upon her.
With a soft kiss to her forehead, his fingers traced lightly down across her neck descending to the top button of her blouse. Slowly, effortlessly, one by one, the buttons were released exposing the two perfect spheres of her breasts to his gaze.
The moment was shattered when she sat up, for a millisecond the pang of loss gripped him, had he gone too far?
"Let me take this off" she murmured stripping the shirt from her waist and releasing her bra in a well-practised motion. He gapped as her bounty tumbled free from their restraint. Jostling and bouncing as raised her arms and tossed her clothing into the backseat. With mouth agape he marvelled at their unrestrained beauty, reaching out, he cupped them in his hands, weighing them, watching them as they responded to his touch, smiling as goose bumps sprang up in response to the cool air and his caress. No longer anxious, no longer afraid he knew that they were for him, she was offering them to him to do as he chose. Brushing his lips against her nipples he traced his tongue across the erect nubs, sighing as he breathed in her scent, that indefinable quality that defines women.
"Wow" he thought as he opened his mouth, taking a nipple gently between his lips to suckle, to stimulate.
"Oh... God" she groaned arching her back, thrusting her breast at him, seeking his further oral attention as she shifted in her seat, languidly spreading her legs.
Reaching for him, her hand became more active, gripping massaging and tugging at him, signalling her need.
Lost to his task he continued to toy with her breasts alternating kissing sucking squeezing and licking, occasionally lifting his head to seek out her lips and jostle with her tongue.
Through the fog he became slowly aware of her fingers loosening his belt, and wrestling with the buttons of his fly.
"Lift up"
"What?"
"I want... I want to touch you" she puffed drawing out his shirt whilst struggling with his jeans.
As he lifted his hips she was able to ease the constriction of his trousers from around his waist. Flattening the palm of her hand against his stomach she slid beneath the waistband of his shorts, quickly coming into contact with the thick root of his pulsating cock.
