I’m not sure you believed it when I told you. Or maybe you just wanted to hear me say it again.
“I want you to come with me on this business trip. I’ll have to work during the day but we’ll have time for fun and get to spend the night together.”
Given our situation, spending the night together was a rare treat. After making me say it a second time you wanted to know all the details.
“We’ll leave early Tuesday morning, it’s about a two-hour drive. I’ll drop you at the hotel and go to the office. When I’m done we’ll have our fun, than I will go back to office for a little while in the morning before driving back.”
It wasn’t hard to see you were liking this idea.
“But, there are conditions for our fun.” I said.
“Oh really, what conditions would those be?” you asked, not sure if you’d gotten your hopes up too high or I was playing a game.
“I will take you to a nice dinner and shopping – I’ll even give you $100 to spend but in return you have to draw one of these pieces of paper from a hat and whichever one you pick will be our added spice for the trip.”
You laughed, one because I was playing a game and two because as much as we didn’t need any added spice we enjoyed adding it.
“And what is on those pieces of paper exactly?” you asked suspiciously. You knew at least some of that spice would be pushing your boundaries. And you enjoyed that too, to a point.
I listed them for you, knowing at least one, probably two were leaning against that point:
“First possibility, no bra or panties for the entire trip.”
“I hate going without a bra, I even sleep in them,” you immediately said.
This was the maybe possibility in terms of pushing your boundaries so I wasn’t entirely surprised by the reaction.
“Which is a damn shame because they are amazing and should be set free far more often – which they will be if you draw that one,” I answered.
“Second possibility, be naked whenever you are in the hotel room. One minute to get naked when you walk in the room, five minutes to get dressed before leaving, otherwise nothing on.”
You gave me a smirk knowing why I would like that one, but didn’t object. I was glad it didn’t click this would also leave you without a bra most of the trip. “Third possibility, have to have an orgasm in the car on the way back.”
Immediately you asked what time we were heading back and I said early afternoon.
“Hmmmm, if it’s light out I’ll need sleep mask and earphones or I’ll get too distracted by who may be watching.”
Already I’m intrigued – and turned on that you have immediately gone to problem solving on how to do it.
“Fourth possibility, while we are at dinner and shopping you’ll have a remote control vibrator in you that I will be controlling.”
No reaction other than pondering, which I’m almost disappointed by since I’d really enjoy this one.
“Fifth possibility, again while at dinner and shopping you’ll have a butt plug in.”
“Ugh, I hate that one,” was the immediate and expected reaction.
You aren’t really a fan of anal, except that one time, but you HATE the butt plug. Only time I even think about breaking it out is when we are playing D/S games. Since D/S games are our favorite it doesn’t gather toooooo much dust, but the biggest thrill you get from it is when I remove it.
“So mandatory is you draw one slip,” I explain. “However, if you’d like to keep drawing I will add $100 to your shopping trip for each additional slip you draw.”
“Where are we going shopping?” you ask.
I wasn’t prepared for that question but answered, “Anywhere you want.”
“Hmmmmm, I might do three or four”
That surprised me and I pointed out that would guarantee getting at least one of the ones you would rather avoid.
“I have a counter proposal,” you said with a smile. “For $100 more I’ll do all of them – except the butt plug.”
You love taking some control of situations where I give you none. And, truth be told, the butt plug itself wasn’t going to do much for me either. It would add to your nervousness drawing – which your plan eliminated – and would be a very dominant move, but not as much of a turn on as the others.
More to the point I was excited how into the game you were already.
“Deal.”
We made arrangements for when I would pick you up and then went back to our other lives for a few days.
When the morning came I was at your door a few minutes before 7, eager to begin our adventure.
I walked in and you were almost ready (I was a few minutes early).
When I saw you I realized I’d made a mistake. I should have told you to be naked and I would pick your clothes for the trip out. I smiled remembering the VERY fun week we had last time I did that.
I told you what I was thinking and you laughed at me “Should have thought of it. But then we would have been very late leaving.”
I laugh too, pull you in and give you a big kiss – we never do quick pecks. While we kiss I let my arms roam down your back and under the waistband of your thin sweatpants.
“Mmmmmmm,” you say. “No fair. We have to be leaving”
“Just making sure you weren’t cheating,” I answer, having confirmed you aren’t wearing panties by squeezing your tight ass. There was never any doubt, you wouldn’t cheat and you enjoy going commando on occasion.
I step back and look at the matching hoodie you have on – which gives no hint as to whether you’re naked under it or are wearing a bra and 4 shirts.
I unzip the hoody to reveal a white Tshirt. A white Tshirt with two hard nipples poking into it that make it clear you aren’t wearing a bra.
But just to be sure – and because I miss playing with those beauties- I caress one nopple with each hand softly.
You sigh and then a couple seconds later push me away and ask “Satisfied?” while zipping up your sweatshirt.
“Not hardly. But you are definitely fulfilling the assignment.”
As I grab your bag and we move to the car I realize you chose this outfit to tease me. You can show off and remind me you aren’t wearing a bra or not and torture me.
I shake my head thinking for the millions time how much fun you are to play with.
It’s a warm, sunny spring day as we start the hour and a half dry.
My hand is on your thigh, gently caressing. We are both aware of it, you even more than I judging by the small squirms in your seat, but neither of us says anything.
I gently nudge the heat up, hoping it and the sun and my touch will heat you up enough to want to unzip or even remove the sweatshirt.
We talk about 100 things, none of them particularly important.
As we talk my hand drifts higher and more towards your inner thigh.
As the car is getting warmer my plan starts to work and you lower the zipper on your hoodie.
But there is another source of heat in the car. The heat from between your legs feels like it will scorch my hand.
I look at your face and your head is back, your eyes are closed and lips barely open.
Without taking my hand from your body I slowly slide it up, along your tshirt until I reach the bottom of your breast.
I stop to caress it, trying not to look away from the road too much.
Fortunately it is straight without much other traffic. That lets me mostly focus on tracing the shape of your breast with my fingers.
I can hear your breathing speed up, even though my fingers are still going slowly across the cotton, that is covering you.
Oh, while driving, I can only reach your right breast, but I take my time before letting my fingers drop back down this time Tex floor you’re right thigh.
I don’t spend as long there, only a matter of moments, before letting my fingers slide up separating the T-shirt from your sweatpants so I can trace across your stomach.
Each pass back and forth my fingers go a little lower, nudging the top of the sweatpants down in my fingernails, starting to slide beneath.
Eventually, my fingers are in your sweat pants travel down along your smooth skin closer, and closer to the source of the heat.
I am in no hurry, but I stop before I reach it.
My fingers move up again, this time under the T-shirt, barely touching your stomach until I caress your breast.
I love the way your breast feels, so firm, so soft, so full.
I love the way your breathing changes as I caress it and begin to tease your nipple. Circling it with my fingertips, teasing it with my nail, tugging on it gently I can feel it getting larger and harder.
Glancing over I see its partner has grown as well but not quite as much as the one I am playing with.
Trailiny my hand down your stomach again I reach into your pants until I am resting on your bare mound.
Gently pressing down your lips part and my fingers are almost instantly drenched in your juices.
“Yessss,” you hiss until I remove my hand from you altogether.
Your eyes snap open and you look over at me.
“You are supposed to finish on way home.” I say as you scowl at me.
“Plus this is our exit.”
Looking around you fix your sweat pants and zip your sweatshirt back up.
“You are an evil tease,” you say to me. We are both amazed how quickly the 90 minute trip went.
The hotel is near the highway and it doesn’t take us long to get there.
I open the door to our room and bring in our bags.
As soon as the door shuts I say “You have 60 seconds.”
Smiling you drop your sweatpants, sweatshirt and Tshirt to the floor. They are hardly settled before I have you pressed against the wall, kissing you while my hands roam across your body, especially paying attention to your poor neglected left breast with my right hand while my left pulls your head to me.
Our tongues dance together and I reach both hands down to grab your butt when you push me away and say “You have to get to work.”
It isn’t until that moment I realize something you figured out long before – my conditions, meant to drive you to edge also serve to torture me.
Knowing you will be here naked, available and horny but I cannot stay here is cruel twist I have inflicted on myself.
Realizing there is nothing to do but go, I give you one more kiss, and then suck on each nipple for a few seconds until they harden Dash just so I am not the only one tortured by this delay.
During the day, I am mostly distracted by the idea of you being naked in a hotel room waiting. I can imagine you teasing your breasts, playing with your pussy, forgetting to put the privacy tag on the door and the maid coming in.
Thoughts of what I will do to you and what we will do together later keep popping in my head.
I am sure they are not getting their moneys worth for my time today at work.
Twice during the day I video call you. The first time I tell you to pay on the camera down so I can see you’re still following the rules even though I know you are. I just want to see your amazing body again.
The second time you anticipated, and set the camera up so when I answered, you had one hand, teasing a nipple and another finger chart just caressing your clit.
I finished earlier than expected, there’s just no point in staying there longer.
Chapter 2
I didn’t give you a headsup I was on my way to the hotel, just left at the earliest possible second. Hopefully my coworkers imagined I had some call I wanted to take privately or a stomach disease or pretty much anything, I didn’t care.
When I got there I swiped the lock and opened the door as quickly as I could. It startled you and you jumped up from where you were sitting and tried to cover yourself until you saw it was me.
“Jerk,” you said.
“Yes,” I said. “Now get those hands down I want to see all of you.” You do and I close the distance in two steps, tossing you back onto the bed. Hovering over you I kiss your lips, your forehead, your lips again, your neck, your chin, the other side of your neck. All soft, warm kisses lasting only a few seconds.
I spread those kisses out as you lay back, arms and legs spread wide. I kiss your shoulders, all the way down your arms to your fingertips, your belly button – swirling my tongue around your piercing, the outside of one hip and then the other. I move farther down, alternating outside and inside of your leg from your hip to your toes and then repeating the journey in reverse on your other leg.
Only my lips touch your body which I hold above you.
“How long do you need to get ready?” I ask.
Confused by the question for a moment you stare blankly at me and then say “Uh half hour?”
Immediately I drop my head and start sucking your nipple.
“Oh yeah,” you say as you grab my head. ”
It starts to harden immediately in my mouth but it isn’t hard enough. I use my tongue, my lips and softly my teeth until it stands out, almost purple, huge on your beautiful chest. As soon as the first nickel-sized nipple has appeared I shift to the other, giving it the same attention.
Still it’s only my lips touching your body as I suck your hardening nipple into my mouth.
When they are both ruby, wet and hard I give each a soft kiss on the end and kiss my way back down your stomach.
As I pass your belly button you unconsciously spread your legs wider.
Farther and farther down I go, bypassing your clit and giving the bottom of your lips a kiss before using the tip of my tongue to solut them apart and tracing my tongue up your pussy.
Immediately I am hit by your wonderful aroma and I can’t go slow anymore. Needing to taste you, I dive my tongue into your pussy and scoop your juices into my mouth.
Over and over I taste you, tongue fucking you as I smother myself in you.
You grip my hair harder and harder your excitement growing. You aren’t close to finishing- more like close to never wanting it to end when I start slowing down.
Punctuating my words with soft licks and kisses to your clit I tell you
“As much” kiss, “as I would” lick, “like to keep” lick “doing this” kiss ” I promised” lick “dinner and shopping.” Long, slow lick followed by kiss.
“We need to go in 30”
Your brain isn’t quite working yet but you get up and slowly start getting ready.
It’s definitely more fun to watch you do your hair and makeup when naked.
In the meantime, I have dressed up for you in sports jacket, dress shirt and jeans.
With just a few minutes before we have to leave you tell me to get out.
Confused I ask why and you tell me I am not allowed to see your outfit until we are leaving.
I laugh and agree but remind you of an accessory you need.
I show you the remote control vibe and ask when you want that and you say now. Leaning back on the bed I rub your pussy lips and then enter you with a finger.
I am always amazed how tight – and hot and wet – your pussy is and this time is no different.
I am tempted to keep my finger there longer but only do for a moment before taking it out and slipping the vibrator in. You take a moment to get used to it being there and then say “Get out.”
Resisting the urge to turn the vibe on I go down to the lobby to await you.
It isn’t long before you follow and when I aee you step off the elevator I am stunned.
I don’t even remember to breathe. I just watch you walk over and can’t speak or think or even move.
You know exactly the effect you are having on me but as you stand in front of me you smile and say “Well?”
“You are gorgeous. I can’t believe someone as beautiful as you is here with me”
Your hair is up, leaving your shoulders bare for the spaghetti straps of a backless purple dress that hugs every inch that it covers.
Even if it hadn’t been a condition there was no place for anything under that dress but you. It’s not short and there isn’t too much cleavage showing but it still manages to scream how sexy you are.
I swear every one in the lobby is looking at you as I finally manage to stand and take your arm.
Part of me wants to lead you right back to elevators.
But before that I want the world to see me with you.
Arm in arm we walk out to the car, I open the door and you get in very discreetly, not exposing any more skin and yet I am practically on edge of erupting watching you. Once again when I thought I was teasing you you turn the tables and tease me.
At the restaurant we park and you wait for me to open door and give you a hand out. I have to adjust my jeans as I think about you being naked beneath that dress.
Walking in we are quickly seated and chit-chat about assorted things – how we spent our days, what yard work needs doing at home, etc. until the waiter appears to take our order.
After you place yours and the waiter turns to me I hit the remote in my pocket and turn the vibrator on to its lowest setting.
You let out a little sound and the waiter turns and asks if everything is okay while I smile and look at you.
Clearing your throat you say it was “just a tickle” and I want to ask you where it tickles but don’t.
Raising my glass to you I say a toast ” To beauty” and as I touch my glass with yours I bump the setting to two on the vibrator and watch as your body goes tense, you grip the chair and squeeze the glass before adjusting and saying “and the beast.”
All through dinner I played with the speed of the vibrator. I could have bumped it when the waiter or someone else was there to embarrass you that they knew what was going on but I didn’t. Not entirely by my plan the goal was to turn each other on until we couldn’t take it anymore.
So, off and on through dinner, I moved the vibrator from 1 to 2. I never turned it off, just tried to build the simmer in you as we ate.
I’d tell you what we ate, but I have no idea. I only remember you, watching your eyes get wide or you breath faster or your nipples harden as I adjusted the vibrator.
At one point you told me to turn it down or you’d have a stain on your dress.
I told you to adjust so you weren’t sitting on your dress. I knew you didn’t love the idea of your bare skin being on the chair, but it was better than a stain on your dress everyone would see.
And maybe it was a little exciting for you too.
Dinner finished I again took your arm as we walked to the car. This time you may have needed it as your legs appeared a little weak after hours of stimulation.
I have decided not to play with you much while you’re shopping, you’ve more than earned the reward and honestly I don’t want to do anything to delay when we get back to hotel.
You tell me to head towards the mall, we get there and you lead the way as we go in together.
I should have guessed where you were leading me but I didn’t until we could see the Victoria’s Secrets sign.
And just like that the tables were turned back on me. I knew this was going to be exquisite totrture but I didn’t know how exactly.
You took care of that by leading us to the bea section.
Thumbing through the selecions you know my brain is bouncing between wondering what you would look like in each one and remembering you aren’t wearing a bra right now.
You hold some up for me for a second, but before I can comment you either tuck them under your arm or put them back. Clearly my opinion is not being sought, just my attention, which you have.
When you’ve added some matching panties to your selections you say let’s go and I can’t believe we’re going to leave this quickly.
We aren’t, instead you head back to the changing rooms.
“You going to model them for me?” I ask.
“Hmmmm, maybe not in the middle of the store you say heading back towards one of the rooms. I start thinking you mean for me to follow you into the changing room when you tell me to wait here.
I’m standing awkwardly in the middle of the store, aware I’m the only male here, when suddenly I start thinking in order to try those on you have to strip completely.
I imagine you sliding the dress down your body, past your hips, bending over with your breasts swinging to pick it up and hang it on the door.
That’s as far as I imagine before realizing I’m standing in the middle of the store with a hard on and move to make it less obvious. As I do my phone goes off with a text from you – a picture of the orange bra and panty set you picked out.
Hard before my dick is ready to rip through my pants now. The sheer material doesn’t hide what’s beneath it but also doesn’t show it off easily.
I try not to be too obvious staring at it when I get a text “So, do you like?”
I want to tell you what I would like is to rip that door down and fuck you until we both cum but instead say “Like, no. Lust, love, drool over, definitely yes. ”
And then another picture came. This time a light pink set – very light pink. I realize technically you are breaking the rules by wearing a bra and panties but that doesn’t bother me.
I am bothered though – very hot and very bothered. So I decide to return the favor a little and turn the vibrator on to three.
You give a shreek and the attendant asks if you are alright and you just tell her you thought you saw a spider.
To reward your quick thinking I turn it down to 1.
Maybe as a reward my phone goes off again and this time it’s showing a dark blue demi-bra.
It raises and almost offers your breasts leaving the nipples uncovered.
“Fuck, that’s almost hotter than you not wearing a bra.”
You come out a little while later and give me a look and walking with shaky legs. I turn the vibrator off while doing mental math and realizing you have about $200 worth of merchandise in your hands.
I should have known better. Once you pulled out the coupons it was like $75 worth of merchandise.
I still happily paid- although not quite as happily as if our next stop was the hotel. Instead I carried Victoria’s Secrets
I don’t even remember the name of the next store.
You grab some items off the rack but sort of shield them with your body so I don’t get a good look, not that I am really processing much right now.
You go into the changing room and I get a text saying “Close your eyes.”
I do and keep them closed until I hear you say “Open them.”
I do and I see you in a nearly floor length white dress. Your back is to me so all I can see is the dress skimming along every curve. It completely covers you but hides nothing. It forms around your tight ass and follows the muscles of your back all the way to your neck.
Your back is to me, but your head is turned so you can see my reaction, which is stunned silence.
Slowly you extend a leg and I realize that the dress has a long slit up the side, I inch closer on my chair to see how long as more and more of your leg is revealed. The slit stops just below your hip and I can feel my breathing come faster. But, it stops entirely when you turn to face me. There isn’t just one slit, there are two, your legs are almost completely bare. I stare at them for a moment until I bring my eyes up and see more skin, a plunging V-neckline that stops halfway between your breasts and navel.
I can’t take it any more.
“Oh, we’ve got to go,” I say.
You laugh, knowing you’ve won this round and pop back into the changing room to put your original dress on.
Quickly I pay – and don’t care if you’ve stayed within your budget.
The trip back to the hotel is a blur, if you say anything I barely hear it, I just need to have you.
As soon as we enter the room I slam you against the wall and begin kissing you, hungry open mouth kisses.
After only a few seconds you push me away and I start to protest but you say “Your rules, I only have a few seconds to get naked.”
And you do, unfastening the dress around your neck and letting it fall to the floor.
I grab you in my arms and throw you to the bed and strip my own clothes off.
Picking a small bag out of my luggage I tell you I have one more surprise for you.
Lying crosswise on the bed, near one edge you watch as I pull straps out of the bag and push you down, quickly secure your arms to the bed posts. Still sideways on the bed your ass is near the edge and your feet dangle off, but not for long.
Tying the straps around your knees I use them to pull your legs back and open, fastening them to the same bed posts as your arms. Immobile, spread wide open I have more surprises in the bag – including a blindfold.
Fastening it around your eyes I say “You’ve been a naughty girl teasing me. And you broke the rules wearing a bra and panties at Victoria’s Secret.”
You softly protest but we both know it doesn’t matter and you don’t even want it to matter. Suddenly getting spanked and then fucked just like this is all you can think of.
I take a new implement out of the bag, the last of my surprises. A short handle with a stiff, two-inch wide leather strop almost a foot long it should deliver a loud, wide stroke covering a lot of area.
Your ass is turned up and a perfect target in this position as I lay the first spank.
It’s as loud as I expected and you squeal when it lands. I’m sure the noise seems even louder without being able to see. I want to go slowly, I try to go slowly, but I am too excited, too ready.
Ten strokes, enough to turn the white skin of your backside pink in all spots and red in some and I drop the strap and fall to my knees between your legs and remove the vibrator from your very wet pussy before circling your clit with my lips.
You weren’t expecting this and it’s like a jolt to your system. I use my tongue to circle and tease your nub and then drop it down to scoop up some of your juices before going back to sucking and tonguing your clit.
This isn’t a tease, I want you to cum, you’re ready to cum. It doesn’t take long after 12 hours of foreplay. You want this as much as I do and I can hear your breathing increase, you keep urging me to not stop and when you say “Just like that” I do until your legs slam against my head.
I slow but don’t stop licking your clit until you relax your legs and look up to see your chest flushed and rising and falling quickly.
I lean back far enough to find the vibrator, turn it on medium with the remote and place it against your clit. Almost immediately you’re on the verge of cumming again. Your breathing comes fast, your muscles tighten, your toes curl and you let out a scream.
The first O took the edge off, this one is the one you’ve been building to. Not just for the 12 hours of playing but for the days since I first suggested this trip.
Watching this is too much for me, I can’t take it any longer, dropping the vibe in one thrust I completely bury my cock into your pussy.
With long, hard thrusts I fuck you, your pussy is still pulsing but I don’t know if it’s from your second O or a third one and I have no ability to think. All I can think of is pumping my cock in and out of your hot, wet, tight, pulsing pussy.
“Oh yeah John, fuck me, fuck me hard,” you moan. I want your tits bounce on your chest each time my hips crash into you.”
“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God.”
My tempo is increasing, I can’t last much longer.
“I want you to cum. Cum for me. Cum for me John.”
Burying myself deeper than I’ve been in your pussy my dick explodes. Wave after wave of cum shoots from me into you as we both groan.
Eventually I collapse on you, both of us totally spent.
I free you from the straps but won’t let you leave the bed, pulling the covers up so we can both fall into an exhausted sleep.
Chapter 4
I wake up a little confused. It’s early, I’m in an unfamiliar hotel room, but most of all I’m horny and my dick feels warm. I shake the cobwebs from my head and look down to see you holding my hard dick and softly licking it.
“Morning sleepy head,” you say.
“Oh my God this is an amazing way to wake up,” I answer. “Did I sleep so long you’ve already had breakfast?”
“Granola bars,” you say before taking my cock in your mouth – proving your stomach is ready to give me an early treat.
I realize you had your own bag of tricks and now the tables have turned back to you.
Slowly lick and suck on my dick. It’s hard from your attention and wet from your mouth. I really start groaning when you give my balls attention. I never knew how good that could feel until you. Soft yet stimulating your use your lips and tongue to tease and heat them up.
“Oh my God that feels so good.”
When you’re done playing with my balls you trace your tongue up my dick before dropping your head down and swallowing it, your nose rubbing against my stomach.
I don’t know if it’s residual excitement from yesterday or never having been woken up with a blowjob before or the fact you’re giving me one in the morning but it doesn’t take long for me to be on edge.
“I want to fuck you now,” I growl.
You pick your head up off my dick long enough to say “NO” and then suck me in again.
That just drives me closer to cuming and breathing gets ragged as your pace picks up.
“Oh Jesus I’m going to cum.”
And still you fuck my dick with your mouth, taking it all the way in and then pulling back until just the head is in and back, your tongue dancing around it while your hand pumps alongside.
The idea I may cum in your mouth ratchets me to another level and my body tenses. When it does you pull your mouth off but keep your hand moving for the few seconds until I cum, covering your hand and tits with my juices.
“Oh my God, you’re amazing,” I tell you with a kiss as you hop out of bed.
“I know,” you reply. “But now I really need to get cleaned up.”
We shower, pick up our stuff, get ready to go. Maybe a little earlier than I expected but this trip has been so much more than I expected.
All packed I say “Okay five minutes to get dressed.”
I knew I was going to enjoy you being naked all the time when I was clothed. But it turns out I dramatically underestimated how exciting it is to watch you naked all day.
To be able to see any part of you – boobs, ass, freckles, pussy, whatever I wanted at any time was an incredible distraction but oh so enjoyable.
Maybe even better sometimes you would be confident nude, almost projecting your nakedness. Other times you were vulnerable and almost tried to fold yourself around you.
The contrast and moving you back and forth between them would be fun to explore some day.
Shaking my head to clear the day dream I see you picking up the same outfit you wore in the car here, with one change – no Tshirt.
It takes no time for you to pull up the sweat pants and zip up the hoodie and once again I am left wondering who is in control here and we go out to the car.
I carried our bags out a couple minutes ago – and set up a small camera for the trip home- so this time we are free to walk out with arms wrapped around each othes waists.
We get on the highway, I turn in cruise control and we settle into a steady pace.
There are some other cars but not a lot and mostly I can just stay in the left laneonly occasionally having to move over.
I look over at you and smile. You smile back, lean over to kiss me then pull out your headphones and the same mask I put on you last night.
You fiddle with your phone turning music on while I fiddle with mine turning the camera on.
You lean the seat back a little, pull the mask down and say “Here goes.”
Before you start I reach over and unzip your sweatshirt to below your breasts. Someone would have to be looking to notice them exposed but anyone who looks will see them in all their glory. One hand slides down into your sweat pants and pushes them down, exposing your mound to me.
The other traces your skin up to your right breast, caressing the entire breast and nipple softly.
I can see your hand moving in your lap. Moving slowly towards your pussy, almost languishing.
I have watched you pleasure yourself 100 times and I could watch 1,000 more without it being any less exciting.
I am careful to watch the road, it’s hard to tear my attention away but I know any sudden movements of the car will take you from the beautiful space you are in. And I know I will be watching the recording later, many times.
You have switched breasts and your other hand is nearer to your clit.
You are so much quieter when alone, your breathing is a little heavy, your mouth open a little and the tip of your tongue barely out.
We pass one car, Dad driving didn’t even glance over. Son behind him did and his eyes didn’t leave your chest until we were well past them.
I smile thinking about the life long memory of this moment he will have. As will I.
Your breathing has picked up, both hands are in your lap now, one pulling your skin taut while the other strokes around ut never quite on your clit.
I expected this to take most of the trip but you are close already. Like me in your mouth the excitement from yesterday serves to move things along quickly.
Not wanting to do anything to disrupt your O I focus only on the road, all steering easy and smooth.
I want to glance over but I resist. I can hear your fingers moving faster and your breathing matching the pace.
After only a couple more minutes I hear you suck in your breath and then let out a long, low sigh.
I look over to see your tense muscles relax and a soft smile on your face.
When you take the mask and headphones off I ask “What were you thinking of?”
As you zip the hoodie most of the way up you say “Doing it all over again.”