Looking Christie up and down, it doesn't take long for you to reach your decision, your eyes gliding down her sensual curves. "Sure, where do you want to go?"
Christie walks over to the passenger door, leaning over to open it, giving you a generous view of her cleavage as she opens it and slides in to the plush white leather seat, crossing her tan legs. "Just follow the road up the beach. Something will surely come up."
Feeling your pants bulge, you can certainly think of a few things you'd like to come up. You get into the car, starting it up, letting the engine purr for a few moments before you hammer down the gas pedal, and the car lunges forward with a roar, screaming down the road at high speeds. Both hands on the wheel, you reflect on the fact that although you were a rather good driver in real life, here you are almost impossibly perfect, weaving through curves and corners nimbly at impossible speed. You glance over at Christie, and see her gazing at you in admiration. Over the howl of the wind whipping past you, you hear her say, "I've never seen someone so skilled at the wheel."
You're pretty impressed yourself, but you shrug the compliment off casually. "It's nothing, really."
"I'd like to see where your other talents lay." Christie breathes, leaning down towards you as her hand brushes your crotch, unzipping your pants. You glance down incredulously at her as she pulls your stiff cock free of your pants. "Are you crazy?!"
Looking up at you with a grin, Christie strokes your dick, her fingers dancing over the shaft lightly before her hand wraps around it firmly, giving it a solid pump. "You should learn to enjoy life on the edge."
"What? Hey, look, I like--aah!" Your shocked speech is cut off by the sensation of Christie's mouth closing around your cockhead, her tongue circling the edge of it, tickling the underside while jacking your shaft. You groan mutely in the strong wind, and Christie sucks down all the way on your rigid shaft, bobbing her head up and down as her tongue laps strongly over it. You can feel her hand caressing your balls. Trying to keep your eyes on the road, you take one of your hands off the wheel to place on Christie's head, controlling her rhythm for a moment before slipping it down to grab one of her ripe tits, feeling the nipple swell under the thin bikini top. Christie moans around your cockshaft, the sensation of the blowjob rushing up with the adrenaline rush of the speeding car, creating a heady cocktail that pushes you over the edge. You roar, shooting your load into Christie's mouth while grabbing firmly ahold of her chest, keeping her from tumbling forward as you hit the brake, swerving over to gap in the palm trees on the side of the road, protecting you from view as the car screeches to a halt. |