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Subject: RP: LOST STORY {Dulcinea}"D" Is For Driving
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"D" is for Driving
by Dulcinea
Her sister's wedding had been beautiful. She lived too far away to have
served as Matron-of-honor, but she'd still been in attendance, and the
last three days had been busy ones, but very exciting. Now, suddenly,
it was Saturday night, and they were on the way home.
"I think we should stop for the night." She said, peering out the
windshield. He'd insisted on leaving for home after the wedding, not
wanting to wait until daylight. "It's dark, it's snowy, and I'm tired."
"Wimp." He smiled at her, a teasing smile, she saw, catching glimpses of
his handsome face in the headlights of the passing cars. "I'm the one
who's driving."
"We don't have to be back to work until Monday. We could take a hotel
and relax for the night." She leaned across the seat, straining against
the seat belt to lightly lick his cheek. Her hand slid into his lap,
squeezing the inside of his thigh. "I could make it worth your while to
stop."
"Minx!" He removed her hand, laughter in his voice. "Look, I want to
sleep in my own bed. So keep your hands to yourself, and don't worry
about it. I feel like driving right now, and we'll be home in a few
hours. Okay?"
"Okay." She sounded disappointed, but she knew there would be no point
in arguing about it. He could be so unbelievably stubborn! Twisting in
the car seat, she made herself as comfortable as possible, tucking a
sweater up against the cold glass window before she closed her eyes.
"Wake me when we're home."
"What?" Reaching over, he shook her gently. "No no no! You can't go to
sleep. I need you to talk to me and keep me awake. We've got at least a
6 hour drive ahead of us yet."
Swatting his hand, she straightened up, tossing the sweater into the back
seat. "If you need someone to keep you awake, dear," she said, and he
didn't miss the sarcasm in her voice, "then perhaps you shouldn't be
driving. Pull over at the next hotel you see." She was silent a moment,
then she leaned closer, dropping her voice to its most seductive purr.
"In case you haven't guessed, I am definitely in the mood."
"What is it with women and weddings?" He wondered aloud. "There is
nothing you can say to tempt me tonight. I am a man of iron will....
none of your feminine wiles will wile me tonight."
"'Wile' you?" She repeated. "'Iron will?'" She laughed at that. "My
love, was that a challenge?"
"No need to make it a challenge. It's a fact. I know you think I'm
nothing but a weak, lecherous male, which, of course, I am, but I can
resist your obvious and pathetic attempts to seduce me. 'I am definitely
in the mood.'" He mocked. "A little too obvious, my dear. I am master
of my domain."
"Oh really?" She laughed. "Are you so sure of that?"
"Yes, I am so sure." He made a scoffing noise, dismissing her with a
wave of his hand. "Besides, it's dark, and we're in a car. There's not
much you can do, is there?"
She resisted the urge to comment, a slow smile spreading across her face.
He once called her overly competitive. She had denied it, but deep down,
she knew it to be true. More than anything, she hated losing, and she
couldn't back away from challenges easily.
This was a challenge she didn't want to ignore.
Releasing the controlling lever, she pushed her seat back as far as it
would go, bringing her left foot up to rest on the dashboard. Suddenly
she was glad she'd not changed from her dress, the full skirt sliding
back to bare her leg. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Taking off my stockings. I want to be comfortable while we're driving."
She knew there was just enough light for him to see the outline of her
leg, to watch as she rolled the sheer nylon down her leg, arching her
foot to pull it off her toes. She casually tossed the stocking towards
the back-seat, knowing that it would catch on the car seat beside him.
Switching legs, she undid the other stocking, tossing it behind her
again. "Ah... much better!"
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing, young lady." He said.
"What?" She demanded, trying to sound wounded. "I just wanted to be
comfortable." Leaving her leg on the dashboard, she tipped the chair
back to a semi reclining position, sighing contently. "You know, you're
right about weddings and women. Maybe it's the romance involved, but I
bet more than one husband is getting their brains fucked out tonight."
She smiled at his shocked gasp. "I will warn you now, I plan on spending
the entire day in bed tomorrow. Oh, sure, we'll sleep, especially after
this long drive, but when we wake up in the afternoon, well, I think we
should pretend it's our honeymoon all over again. What do you think?"
"Uhm, sounds good to me." He replied. He reached over and rubbed his
hand across her bare thigh, gently squeezing. "Of course, at the hotel,
we had room service..... We'll have to get out of bed to make dinner."
"We'll order pizza." She shifted slightly, slipping her fingers inside
her panties. "Gosh, I'm already getting wet just thinking about it.
Thinking about your tongue sliding into me, sucking on my .....
ooohh......" Wiggling, she slid her panties over hips, then down her
legs, dropping them into his lap. "Here." She said, purring again.
"They were in the way."
"Now, where was I? Oh yes." She slid her fingers back into her slit,
teasing her already burning clit. "When you twist your tongue around my
clit, it drives me crazy. You know, you make a tube with your tongue,
then you suck air through it. Or when I feel your teeth nibbling up and
down my pussy lips.... I want to scream!"
He groaned, glancing over at her as often as he dared. Already the smell
of her permeated the air, or was that just his imagination? He could
definitely hear the slurpy noises as her fingers worked their way in and
out of her pussy, her voice continuing in her description of the things
he did to her. The lights of passing cars flickered across her, reminding
him of the old silent movies, and their flickering frames. But here, now,
each flash showed the sweet curves of her leg as she sat with it propped
on the dash, and the passion on her face as she sat, eyes closed, softly
taunting him.
"And when you tie me down, and have me helpless, you make me cum 3 times
at least before you'll make love to me. With my body laid out there for
your general amusement, I can't do anything but squirm as you lick and
taste and suck. It makes me want to .... want to.... OHHHH!" Her back
arched, her leg quivering as waves of pleasure rolled through her. "Oh,
damnit! You make me so hot, so horny!" She was panting, her voice taking
on her after-sex tone, a low, sultry sound. "I never even got past
thinking about your lips and your tongue. I still have to think about the
moment when your cock slides into me, silling me up completely..."
He groaned, dipping two fingers into her pussy honey and bringing it to
his lips. "You are a wicked woman." He whispered.
"Oh, how selfish of me!" She cried. Lowering her leg, she twisted
around, dropping her hand in his lap. "Poor baby..... so very hard, and
so confined in these slacks." She stroked his hard cock through his
pants, rubbing her knuckle up and down beside the zipper. "Let's see what
we have in here." she whispered, undoing his belt and opening his slacks.
"My, my, my... I think I feel something wet here." She rubbed her finger
across the swollen head, swirling the precum around. "Mmmm.... tasty."
She said, licking her finger.
"Oh, Geez...." He said, when she wrapped her hand around his shaft,
pumping up and down slowly. "What's the matter?" She asked coyly.
"Am I disturbing you? Want me to stop?"
"No!" He cried emphatically. She laughed, her hand continuing her
ministrations. "Have I told you how much I love your cock? The taste,
the way it throbs when I hold it in my mouth, sucking the cum from it?
Oh, my mouth waters just thinking about your precum as it leaks out while
I'm sucking, and I know that soon, so soon, you'll be pumping your cum
down my throat." He twitched, drawing in a deep breath. "Oh, honey, are
things going to get messy here?"
"Did you ever see 'Parenthood?' When the wife gives the guy a blow job
while they're driving?"
They laughed together. "Can you handle it?" She asked. She raked her
fingernails across the super sensitive underside of his shaft for emphasis.
"I can." He promised.
"Well, then, let's keep it from getting messy, shall we?" She took her
discarded panties and carefully wrapped his cock. The cool satin against
his cock only served to make him crazier. "Now, I think we were talking
about you pumping your cum down my throat. I love the way your body tenses
when you cum, and the first blast of cum as it fills my mouth..... oh my,
I'm feeling so hungry just hinging about it...."
"Oh, Shiiiiittttt...." He moaned, gripping the steering wheel tightly as
he came. The car wobbled a bit, but he kept control. "Oh, honey." He
breathed. "Wow."
"Oh, I'll take that as a compliment." She leaned back in her seat, staring
at him in the dark. "Of course, if we weren't in the car, I would start to
suck on your cock again, sucking on it until it started to get hard again.
When it's soft, after you've just cum, and I hold it in my mouth, it gets
me so hot when I feel it start to get hard. Especially when I know that
you'll be slipping that into my pussy, and, since you've already cum once,
you'll stay harder longer..... I know we'll be fucking all night long."
"You....you." He shook his head, but she saw the smile. He flipped on
the blinker, steering the car towards an upcoming off ramp. "Where are
we going?" She asked, eyeing the half full gas tank.
"To that hotel, right over there." He said. She smiled, but she was
silent as he pulled up in the parking lot and turned off the car. "I
can't believe you did that! You win. We'll stay in a hotel."
"We both win." She said, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "It's your own
fault... you challenged me."
"Yeah, I guess I did." He made himself presentable, then opened the door.
"I'll go and get the room." He smiled. "You do realize I plan on, what
was it you said earlier? Having my brains fucked out?"
She matched his smile, reaching out to grope his semi-hard cock through
his slacks once more before he stepped out of the car. "I was counting
on it." She answered.
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