It was too nice a day to pass up. I telephoned you, and gave you ten minutes to be outside your front door. Besides anything you might otherwise want, you were to grab a pair of hiking shoes, a cute little innocent bra and matching underwear. Outer clothing was entirely up to you.
Nine minutes later, I pulled up in front of your place. You bounced down the sidewalk, and jumped into the passenger seat of my car, grinning at me. I was wearing walking shorts, my hiking boots and a white t-shirt. I had a button down in the back seat.
"Where are we going" you asked.
"West... are you wearing what I told you to wear?" knowing of course you were. You nodded, and pulled the neck of your shirt away, trying to let me see down your front. "Sorry, but I can't quite see. You'll just have to take it off."
I pulled away from the curb, as you protested, "it's daylight, and we're in the middle of the city..."
"I know. Take off your shirt... I want to see your nice bra," I said very casually, as if I had girls wearing their bras only driving around with me regularly.
You looked at me defiantly, but pulled off your top, revealing a very sweet, light pink cotton bra. Very innocent. Of course, the innocence of the bra was somewhat offset by your amazing, full breasts and your sensitive nipples gently pushing at the light fabric. You smiled at me, and reminded me to keep my eyes on the road.
We drove through the city, and away from it, heading toward the mountains. You were smiling, proudly displaying your bra for me to see, knowing that I was already hard and you were driving me crazy. We accelerated on the highway, and you tilted the seat back slightly.
You had taken off your shoes, and put your feet up on the dashboard. I reached over and put a hand on your bare leg, below the hem of your shorts.
"No way, you have to drive, mister" you scolded, "No touching, but if you're lucky I'll let you watch...and listen."
You wriggled out of your shorts, and set them in my lap. Your matching light pink underwear were also an enticing display. Judging from the height of the cut, I guessed it was a thong.
With your legs back up on the dash, spread apart, your fingers gently traced down your body, starting at your shoulders, down across your tits, gently pinching your nipples, making sure they were protruding as much as possible underneath the bra. Your fingers meandered down your stomach, toward the dampening cotton of your thong. A single finger lightly followed the length of your slit; you shivered and moaned slightly.
"Mmmm, don't you look good..."
With your head resting back against the headrest, your hands began to caress your slit through your thong; your fingers trying to push inside you through the fabric. Your legs were spread wide, with one knee against the window, the other bent toward me.
Finally you pulled the thong to one side, revealing your fantastic, carefully trimmed golden pussy. Your fingers pressed against your body, sliding through the course hair, and alongside the clean shaven edges, feeling the silky softness of your skin.
Expertly your fingers pushed downward, toward your wet slit, sliding easily between your lips. You exhaled. With one hand you spread yourself apart, opening yourself to the cool air blowing from the vents in the car. You reached across to me, and offered the finger that had just been between your gorgeous lips. I opened my mouth, and sucked your finger into my mouth, feasting on your sweet sexy taste, letting my tongue swirl around the tip of your finger, then pulling it deep into my mouth.
You pulled your finger away from my mouth, and moved it down to your clit, spread apart and exposed under your other hand. You pressed your wet finger against it, rubbing it in small circular motions. Your hips arched forward, bringing your sexy muff up higher. With your lips spread wide apart, you slid your finger into your wet hole, sliding it in all the way in one swift motion. You moaned with satisfaction, and kept sliding your finger in and out of yourself.
I kept driving, watching you touch yourself. You looked so very sexy there sitting back, your big tits bouncing slightly with the movement of your hands, that sweet innocent bra not hiding your erect nipples very effectively. You slid a second finger inside, and continued pumping yourself, your speed increasing.
Your breathing was becoming deeper, and faster. With one finger from the hand spreading you apart, you began to rub your clit again, your slit shiny and wet with your juices. Two fingers eagerly pushed inside you, again and again, faster still.
"Spank it for me... slap your clit" I told you.
Your fingers stopped; your hand pulled back slightly, hesitated, and then sharply came down on your clit with a smack. Your hips bucked involuntarily, and you gasped with the intensity of the shock that jolted your body. Your fingers immediately went back to your wet hole, pushing inside frantically.
"Slap it again, make yourself cum... you look so good, don't stop now, you're almost there... please cum for me...please"
Once again your hand pulled back, hesitated a moment, and then sharply smacked your clit. This time you cried out, but drew your hand back for one more slap. Again you screamed, as your fingers once again pumped into you, your other hand rubbing your clit, your orgasm nearing.
"Yes, cum on... cum on...." I whispered.
"oh yes" you moaned... you could feel me watching your every movement, every twitch... "ummmmmmmm" as your body began to convulse with waves of intense pleasure that quickly consumed you. You cried out, as your fingers pressed hard into your hole, your hips bucking upward as you struggled to keep control, unsuccessfully.
You sank into the seat, your body moist from the experience, and tingling as you opened your eyes, realizing that we had stopped by the side of the road and I had turned to face you in order to watch you more closely. You smiled at me, as you replaced your thong over your slit, "Did you enjoy the show?"
"Very much" I replied, noticing your eyes looking down at the bulge in my pants.
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