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 The Car Ride

   You met me at the airport.  All of the stress from flying seemed to melt
away when I saw you standing by the gate, your smile greeting me with an
unspoken promise.

   It was the first time we actually met, but it didn't seem like it.  I
walked up to where you were standing, and you put your arms around me and
hugged me like it was the most natural thing in the world.  As we broke
from the embrace, I looked deeply into your soft eyes, and then I kissed
you.

   If that surprised you, you didn't let it show, and your warm lips kissed
me back.  The soft sensuality of our kiss caused a stirring in my loins,
and I could feel an arousal start.  We broke from our kiss, and you looked
me in the eye with a look that told me you had felt it, too.

   As we had agreed, I had rented a car, so we walked outside to the curb.
I didn't ask you how you had gotten to the airport.  I didn't know if
someone had dropped you off, or if you had parked your car somewhere, so it
was available, just in case we didn't hit it off at all.  That suddenly
didn't seem to matter, anymore.

   The attraction that had begun online had continued in person.  The
sensual tension that was between us now was palatable...

   I can't remember what we talked about on the short bus ride over to
Hertz.  All I could think of was how good your body had felt, pressed up
against me when we kissed... and how your perfume seemed to linger with me,
even now.

   The car I rented was a red Mustang convertible.  It was late spring in
Kansas City, and if the weather stayed like this, the top would be down
most of the time.

   We started driving.  You told me you knew a great place for us to get
something to eat, and you gave me instructions, and before I knew it, we
were speeding along some highway, the airport far behind us, and the
rolling hills sprawled out before us.  We were heading somewhere towards
Overton, but that was the last sign I remember.

   "How are you feeling about all of this right now?" you ask me.

   "I think you pretty much know," I said with a smile.

   You laughed.  "Well, I thought I did.  But I wanted to be sure.  You
know..  maybe you had a roll of quarters in your pocket or something."

   I laugh.  "You can't tell the difference?"

   "Sometimes."

   "Well, thanks at least for not saying `roll of dimes' in my pocket,"

   You shake your head.  "No... I wouldn't say that.  I would say
quarters... easy."

   I nod, accepting the compliment.

   "And what about you?" I ask.

   "What about me?"

   "Well, I mean, its unfair being a guy.  You can tell these things when
we just kiss.  It's harder for me to know."

   "Oh," you say.  "Well...  you know when I kissed you?"

   "I remember, yes."

   "Know how it affected you... there?"

   "Oh yes."

   "Well... yours was just responding to the heat of mine..."

   "Really?"

   "Don't believe me?"

   "If I say I don't... will you prove it?"

   I look over at you... the scenery is a blur behind you as we speed
along. You have a sexy smile on your face.

   "Be careful what you ask for," you say arching an eyebrow at me.  "You
might get it."

   "Oh," I say, and meet your gaze.  "I wasn't aware I was... asking..."

   You look at me in mock surprise.  "Are you demanding?"

   I hold your gaze for a moment, then have to look at the road again.

   "I think its somewhere between asking and demanding."

   I hear your seatbelt unbuckle.

   "Well... since you asked... or demanded...  whatever... so nicely..."

   I hear a rustle of cloth, and I chance a look back over.

   You have rearranged yourself so you are sitting with your back against
the door.  You have hiked your skirt up, and positioned your legs in a
decidedly unladylike manner.  My eyes flick back to the road for a moment,
then return to hungrily devour the sight.

   "Thong?"

   "Actually... a little skimpy for a thong," you say, your voice now a
husky whisper.  "I would call it a G-String.  Oh...wait... I forgot..."

   With a smile, you reach into your purse, and pull out a very small pair
of scissors... the kind used to trim nails and cuticles.

   "We said... no strings attached....  Didn't we?"

   Slowly..  deliberately... you snip the black lace at your hip.  With two
snips, you pull the scanty lace cloth away, revealing your moist sex to me.

   You toss the panties into my lap.

   "That what you wanted?"

   It seems crazy...  since we just met...  but somehow...  in another
way...  it seems so natural.  We had felt it first online.  Then during our
calls together.  Those late night calls, when the kids were in bed, and we
spoke in blatantly honest terms about what we were looking for..  what we
needed...  The times where we had been laying in our separate beds..  just
the phone line between us...  and nothing but a sheet covering...  As
though you were there...  The voices sounding so sexy...  the sounds
creating vivid images in our minds...  It was a connection that was
impossbile to describe.  It was that connection...  that feeling...  which
had brought me here to begin with...  And now...  You sit there in a pose,
legs spread apart, pussy completely exposed.  I can see how you glisten,
even in the faint dashboard light.  You are enjoying my gaze.  You know how
you are affecting me.  You are reveling in your sensuality.

   I may be driving the car...  but you are driving me crazy...

   I try to speak, and have to clear my throat.  "It's certainly a start,"
I say.

   You smile, and slowly lean over towards me.

   The car is still speeding along somewhere into the night.  I have no
idea where, and I no longer care.  It no longer is taking us to any
destination.  Our destination is here... inside...

   "Speaking of a start," you say, looking down at my crotch meaningfully.
Actually, what was going on there was more than a start.  Your display had
aroused me completely.  And there could be no denying it... or hiding it...
not that I wanted to do either.

   "Quarters," you whispered into my ear, your hot breath sending chills
across me.  "I would say..." I feel your hand grasp my hardness through my
trousers, and my breath catches.

   You lick my earlobe playfully.  "Shall we see for sure?" you ask, and
did not wait for my reply... which was a good thing since I couldn't talk.

   I feel your hands tug at my belt, and then it is undone.  You fumble for
a moment at the catch, but then I feel it give way.  The zipper parts
willingly.

   We had chatted about thongs and G-Strings... and I had gone shopping
before I left Dallas.  I really never wore anything but briefs, but in our
last phone conversation, you had playfully told me that if you came to meet
me wearing a thong, that I should too.  As a private joke, I had purchased
a skimpy thong and worn it.  It barely covered me when I was flaccid.  It
offered no covering at all as I was now.

   My erection jutted out the side of the thong, pushing the covering aside
as though it were a mere inconvenience.  My bare cock rose out of my lap,
the thong simply gathering at the base of it, like I was tied in a bow for
your inspection.

   "Oh, my," you say.  "What have we here?"

   You pull at the thong.  My cock is throbbing in the night... exposed...
but ignored.  You do not touch it yet.

   "Strings," you say.  You reach back over to your seat, and I hear the
scissors snipping again.  Everything is magnified in the space of the car.
The front window shows signs of steam.

   I feel you tug, and then feel the sliding of fabric against my balls and
ass... and then my thong is gone.  I look at you, and I see you hold the
pouch of the thong to your face.  It is an incredibly bold and sexy
gesture.

   "Did I ever tell you that I love the way a man smells?" You deliberately
inhale.  "Nice.  You put cologne on your cock... don't you?"

   I still can't speak, so I just nod.

   You lean close to me, your warm lips at my ear.  "That really turns me
on..."

   Your hand finally grasps my bare cock.  I moan.  You squeeze it.  And I
feel a tremor run all of the way through me.

   "How well can you drive while distracted?" you breathe in my ear.

   "Try me," I whisper.

   You laugh and nibble my ear.  "Doin' OK so far?"

   "Piece of cake," I say.

   "It gets harder," you say as you lick my neck.

   "I love a challenge," I say.

   You kiss your way down my neck, and I flip the cruise control on.  I
feel you pull my pants down a little... and I feel your hot breath on the
aroused skin of my manhood.  Somehow, I manage to turn the car towards the
open road, and flick on the defogger.

   "You have a really nice dick," I hear you say.  "Has anyone ever told
you that?"

   I am about to reply, when your tongue flicks across the underside of my
cockhead... and my answer is lost in a moan.

   "I think you like that," I hear you laugh.  "You're still on the road,
aren't you?"

   As an answer, I grasp your hair, and push you back down into my crotch.
I hear you gasp... then sigh.

   "Mmmmm... I like that." Your words come out in a hot breath that
electrifies me.

   Then you start licking me.

   At first, they are soft, and tentative... but then you start taking
command.  My hand is tangled in your hair, but no longer pushing..  now I
am holding on for dear life as you expertly lick me.  Your tongue works its
way up and down the shaft of my cock.  Then flicks across my balls.  I
moan, and spread my legs... your tongue licks down further... then up one
thigh... all the while, you hold my rigid dick at the base, and it pulses
in your hand.

   Then you lick up and down the shaft, wetting it, your tongue gliding up
the smooth skin.  Finally... after teasing me for what seems like forever,
you take it into your soft mouth.  The warmth surrounds me, and I want to
close my eyes... but can't.  Thank God for cruise control!  My legs feel
like putty; I don't think I could push the gas pedal.

   You pull your lips away from my glistening cock, and I hear a soft
popping sound as it comes free.

   "Mmmm... I love the way you smell... all covered with my licks."

   You are driving me crazy.  How do you know not just what to do, but what
to say?

   "Now, you realize... if you cum you lose."

   My breath is ragged.  "Lose?" I say.  "Seems to me like I win..."

   You lick around my cockhead before you answer.  "Oh no.  You lose.  You
see... when we stop this car... you need to fuck me.  I mean... I need it
bad.  You saw how wet I was... And if you cum now, and go soft on me...
Well..  you can't leave me like this.  I won't allow it.  So, you will have
to lick me..  and keep licking me... using your lips and tongue to keep me
hot and horny, until your dick can get hard again, so you can fuck me.  I
will not permit a limp dick to enter me.  Its one firm rule I have.  I want
it like this..." You shake my cock back and forth to emphasize.  I am rock
hard.  "Who knows how long you will have to lick me before you can get this
hard again?"

   I sigh with pleasure as you shake my dick back and forth like a dildo.

   "Like I said," I breath.  "Seems to me like I win..."

   You laugh.  "I can cum for hours," you say, "you may be servicing me all
night."

   "Like I said... I love a challenge..."

   "So do I," you say, and then you start working on me in earnest.  You
lick at my cockhead all around the ridge, and flick your tongue across the
very tip.

   "I...um..." I say as you lick me.

   "Yes?" You stop and look up at me.

   "That's great... but my tip gets real sensitive as I get close to
cumming."

   "Like now?"

   "Yes."

   You playfully bite me.  "Sissy," you say.  But you move your licking
down a little lower, right below the ridge of my cockhead.  And then you
start stroking my shaft at the same time, the wetness from your sucking
providing the lubrication.

   I grab the steering wheel with trembling hands.  You know exactly what
you are doing.  I am not going to last long.

   In a moment, I feel the pressure building.  I want to tell you.  Warn
you it is coming.  But I can't breathe.

   I explode.

   The first stream surprises you, and I hear you react.  But you stroke
faster as you realize I am coming, and now you draw it out of me, as though
it comes from my very soul.  I hear you moaning in delight as you watch me
cum... a tribute to your lovemaking.

   I am lost in the orgasm.  Wetness is everywhere.  Neither of us planned
for what to do when I exploded, and now I feel it shooting all over the car
and us.  The tangy smell fills the air.

   You don't stop until you drain me dry.  I feel my satisfied cock
relaxing I your hand.

   You laugh, and sit back up.  I can see your face streaked, and you
slowly wipe it from you, looking at me in a satisfied way.

   "How long you been needing that?"

   I am still panting.  "A few weeks.  I don't know.  When did we first
talk?"

   You look at me and smile.

   "How long before you can get that back up?  I really wasn't done
playing."

   I shake my head.  And I look around to discover I have no idea where we
are.  The highway is long gone.  We are on a two lane road in the middle of
nowhere.  There is a dirt lane up ahead, and I pull onto it, and then into
the grass.

   "I lose," I said with a smile.  "Time for me to pay up."

   I put the car in park.  You smile.

   You lean back, and spread your legs.  But I have no intention of rushing
this.  I get out of the car.  My trousers , which are still undone, fall to
my ankles, and I step out of them.  The night air feels good against my
naked and satisfied cock.

   I walk around to your side of the car, and open the door.  You didn't
know what I was doing, and you practically fall out.

   I hold you up, and help you out of the car.

   You go to kiss me, but I turn you around... and lean you over the car
hood.  You moan, in anticipation as I pull your miniskirt up to your waist.
You are wearing thigh high stockings.  Black.  You look incredible like
that.  Bent over the hood of the red Mustang... skirt up... your perfect
ass bared... and stockings running up to your thighs.  Your wet mound just
visible as you bend over...waiting... anticipating.

   I peel your left stocking down to your ankle.  I hear you gasp, and see
you wiggle your ass.  You can hardly stand still.  The anticipation, and
your need, threaten to overwhelm you.

   I start at your ankle.  Slowly... oh so slowly, licking my way up your
left leg.  I linger when I reach the back of your knee, and I think you are
going to lose it right there.  My tongue tickles you...licks you... I
gently nip at the back of your knee with my teeth.  I hear you gasping "oh
my god!" into the hood of the car as I lick you...and then start working
higher.

   I can smell your musk as I sink my teeth into the soft flesh of your
inner thigh.  You are so wet you are dripping... My hands push your legs
apart.  You gasp as you feel how exposed, and vulnerable you are... my
tongue licks up around the outsides of the flesh of your swollen pussy
lips. You moan, your hips rock.  You want to be licked... there... we both
know it... but I tease... without giving in... yet.

   Now I lick the flesh of your buttocks..  and again, I let my teeth sink
into your skin.  You ass is so firm... feels so good in my teeth...

   Then I push your ass cheeks apart with my hands... exposing the bud of
your asshole.  The night air caresses you.  You moan again... I lightly
blow on you, and I an gratified to hear you gasp once again... I see you
grinding your loins into the warm hood of the car... your clit is on
fire... aching...

   Then I flick my tongue through your ass crack.  We both knew it was
coming... but it shocks you anyway.  As my tongue starts to lick with more
intent... seeking... finding... and probing your ass... you can hardly
believe how incredible it feels...

   You shamelessly hump the hood of the car now... bucking and responding
to every push of my tongue.  The car hood is now wet with your juices which
are flowing freely.  You wonder, as you feel my tongue fuck your ass, if
you will cum just from this... but then, I stop... my tongue... and mouth
are gone.

   You collapse against the hood, whimpering in need.

   And then you feel it...

   You feel the tip of my cock against your aching, needy pussy.

   And you moan in utter surprise, as you feel my rigid member slide into
you effortlessly... your wetness so complete there is no resistance at all
to my thrust... and I enter you.

   My lips are next to your ear as I hold my cock deep inside you.

   "One thing I forgot to say," I whisper.  "Seeing a woman in black
stockings is a real turn on for me."

   "I guess so," you breath.

   I reach down with my left hand, sliding it between the car and your
loins, until my fingers find your clit which is as hard as an erect nipple.

   You moan.  "Oh God... I ...ohhhh..."

   I start stroking you now... and my cock moves in and out of you in
rhythm with my hand.

   "Now then... how much do you want to bet that you cum before I do?"

   You are panting... and you can feel your orgasm building.  "No bets."
You say.

   "OK... tell you what... you cum all over my cock... and then I'll pull
it out and show you how nice my dick looks all wet from your cum..."

   "Promise?" you say, your breath ragged.

   "Cum... for... me... now..." I say thrusting harder... my hand sliding
up and down your wet clit.  "I'm not asking... I'm telling you... you be a
good girl for me now... and ... cum... all ... over ... that... dick...
that you were sucking... and kissing... you know... that... big... hard ...
cock... you cum on it now... all over it... now... Tammy... you cum for me
right now..."

   And you do...

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   To be continued....