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Subject: RP: 'D' is for Driving by Dulcinea (MF rom)
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Thanks to the person who sent me this "lost" story. I am not the author.
- Apuleius
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>From imdulcinea@aol.com Tue Jan 28 18:23:07 CST 1997
"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.
[The End]
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