We finished our dessert and our drinks. Mr. Rasscalle, the perfect gentleman in public, walked me to his car, stealing a light and feathery kiss before tucking me in.
“That will keep you warm until we get to your place,” he offered.
“Oh, Mr. Rasscalle, I’ve been more than warm all night,” I replied.
“Let’s unpack that on our ride home, shall we?”
“If we must,” I countered.
Settling in behind the steering wheel, he brought the sports car to life. “You were saying that you were more than warm this evening?”
I reached out and began to paint with my fingers along the edge of his ears, his neck, taking a strand of hair and playing with it.
“Yes, very warm. New experiences make me warm. New men make me hot. Men that I’ve blown in the morning at first introduction and then wine and dine me before taking me home make me boiling.”
“Then I suggest you do something about it on our way home.”
“I’m pulling out on a four lane in two minutes. When we do, pull your skirt up, pull your panties down and give yourself some relief, poor woman.”
“You’d like that?”
“You’d like that.”
“Can you keep your eyes on the road?”
“For the most part. I’ll steal some glances. I’ll let my ears enjoy your moaning and panting.”
“That’s enough for you?”
“Here’s your turn. Enjoy the show.”
I pulled my skirt up. Pressed my g-string to one side. Found my lips sopping wet already. Taking my time, I rubbed over the outer lips, then the inner lips. Rubbed against my clit. Oh my God, I was so aroused! Soaked! Electric!
“Oh God,” I moaned, throwing my head back against the headrest.
I could hear heavy breathing from beside me.
“That feels amazing. My clit is on fire tonight!”
“Reach into the glove box.”
I did as I was told and found a substantial dildo.
“Is this for me?”
“If you’re so inclined.”
I licked the tip repeatedly for his pleasure. “It’s rather large. Like someone else I know.”
Running the thick head through my lips and gently inserting the tip felt amazing. Sliding down a little bit lower in the seat allowed full access. It didn’t take long before I was frigging myself deeply, enjoying the sensation immensely. My left hand drifted over my clit and began to rub in a vigorous fashion.
“Oh, oh, oh God!”
His right hand landed on my thigh and it felt like a firebrand as he touched my skin.
“Oh! Oh! Cummmmming!”
“That’s my girl!”
“Cummmming! Oh fuck!”
“Did that get you heated up?”
“Hell yes! I want your cock inside of me!”
“A matter of minutes. Why don’t you pay those lovely breasts some attention and we’ll soon be in your driveway.”
I did as instructed. Unbuttoning the top three buttons of my peasant blouse, I peeled it down my shoulders and unhooked the front of my push up bra. It didn’t take long to have both of the DD girls in my hands and I massaged them fully. Both nipples were tweaked until firm and aroused. My right hand wandered back down to my clit.
“Oh, baby, I”m so hot right now!”
“Yes, yes you are. You look it. You sound it.”
“Mmmm, that feels so good. I want you to suck my tits as soon as we land.”
“I want you to sink that big fat cock in my pussy.”
“Noted. Anything else?”
“Hurry. I want you.”
He pressed down on the accelerator and crested 75 down the 4 lane.
“Careful or the locals will have us both in lock-up.”
“Worth the risk, you beautiful vixen.”
I smiled. Still rubbing my breasts, still rubbing my clit, it felt wonderful, new, exciting.
“Mr. Rasscalle, will you be staying with us for a while or is this just a driveby?”
“Sweet thing, I’ve got to hit the road as soon as I hit some of your sweet pussy, but I have no doubt that I’ll be passing through town again soon.”
“I’d like that. Oh, oh shit, I think I’m… know I’m… cummming again!”
“Feels good, doesn’t it, sugar?”
Join Sandi and Robert as they embark on the next phase of life: Life in the empty nest–a time of discovery, of self-revelation and fresh starts.