Sarah laughed, “Uh huh. George please just put the bag in Brandon’s rental. I need to change before we make the drive home, it’s about an hour and a half to my parents.”
George thanked Sarah again, shook Brandon’s hand and headed to move Sarah’s bag.
The conversation wrapped up with Sarah’s friends, all of them confirming that they would be at the cookout the next evening.
Sarah took Brandon’s hand, and walked him towards the dressing room. Brandon stopped to use the restroom and Sarah said, “I’ll change and meet you back out here in 5?”
5 minutes later, Brandon was leaning against the wall when the dressing room opened and out walked Sarah in a pair of running shorts, the infamous hoody that she stole from him and a pair of flip flops, “Ready to go?”
“Let’s go!”
Ch. 8
They left the venue and walked to Brandon’s rental holding hands. As they climbed in, they found Sarah’s duffel in the backseat and Sarah threw her bag from the show in the back with it. They pulled out of the lot and began to make their way out of the city as Sarah gave Brandon directions.
As they cleared the city, Sarah had fallen quiet and Brandon kept driving on Route 15 as Sarah had instructed. After about 10 minutes of silence, Brandon looked over at Sarah staring out the window, rested his hand on her knee, “Penny for your thoughts?”
Sarah turned from the window and smiled at him, “It’s just nice to be back home, tour life is fun and all, but it’s just nice to be back in the country. Plus I’m still giddy that you’re here and came to surprise me.”
Brandon smiled back, “I’m glad I could make it. I felt a little bad not telling you when you were bummed earlier in the week, but I thought it would be fun to surprise you.” He lightly caressed Sarah’s bare thigh as she sat Indian style in the seat next to him. He absentmindedly allowed his hand to slide higher as they cruised down the dark two lane road. After another five minutes of silence, Brandon’s hand had begun to reach the hem of Sarah’s shorts.
With a giggle, “What do you think you’re doing mister?”
Snapping from the road, Brandon looked over and realized he had two fingers under the hem of her shorts. He pulled his hand back, “Sorry, I didn’t realize what I was doing.”
Looking at him skeptically, “Surreeee.”
Brandon tried to defend himself, but Sarah cut him off, “I didn’t say stop…”
Brandon slipped his hand back to her thigh, caressing her smooth skin and slowly began to reach under her shorts which caused her to let out a sigh and a slight moan. Brandon began to caress higher but was stopped as he began to slide his fingers towards her pussy. A fabric that didn’t feel like the panties that he had seen Sarah wear stopped his fingers. He looked over at her as she sighed, “They’re running shorts that have a liner.”
Brandon nodded, and began to caress her pussy through the liner, causing her to let out another soft moan. He could feel the heat radiating from her and as he applied more pressure, he could feel her wetness starting to soak through. As he pushed harder, Sarah began to moan a bit louder. This went on for another minute or two, the liner getting wetter and Sarah’s moans getting louder. Sarah finally looked over at Brandon, “Would you just finger me already?”
Brandon looked at her, then looked at the road, “Here? I don’t know the road.”
Sarah moved Brandon’s hand, lifted her ass off the seat, pulled her shorts down her legs to her ankles and said, “Yes here, the road is straight, now finger me!”
Having never seen the demanding side of Sarah, Brandon hesitated for a moment, causing Sarah to reach out, grab his hand and pull it back to her crotch. As he touched her, he was welcomed by bare, wet lips that were begging to be stroked. Brandon focused on the road but began to stroke Sarah’s outer lips before separating them and sliding his middle finger into Sarah. As he did, she sighed, and as he began to work his finger in and out, her sighs turned to moans.
Brandon set the cruise control on the SUV and began to finger Sarah more earnestly, slipping his finger in and out of her, while keeping the ball of his hand against her clit. He felt Sarah become wetter as he sped up slightly, as she became wetter, her moans became louder, drowning out the song on the radio. Brandon kept his pace up for another minute or so and just as they came to a bend in the road, Sarah’s pussy clenched Brandon’s finger and she began shake as her moans were replaced by, “Yes, yes, yes.” Over and over as she rode her orgasm.