You pick me up at the airport, looking amazing as always, and we kiss quickly, but with a little tongue. I squeeze your ass and you snuggle in against me briefly, just to let me know how much you appreciate it. We grab my luggage, and with my camera bag over my shoulder we head out into the midsummer weather.
As we drive through the streets, my camera in hand taking snap shots of different things that catch my attention, I see you stroking your inner thigh out of the corner of my eye. I turn to face the front, and you stop stroking, knowing how much I would prefer to get you going myself. I smile and then reach out to caress your shoulder making you lean slightly into my hand as best you can while driving and wearing a seat belt.
I recline the seat a bit so that I can stretch my legs, and in the process my jeans are pulled tighter, so that when you glance over, you can see my semi hard cock outlined. You reach over to rub it, but I sit back up, and put my hand on top of yours and lead it to my thigh, allowing you to stroke there.
You run your hand warmly up and down my leg, moving a little higher on each stroke. As your hand on the up stroke gets closer to my cock, you use your nails to try and claw your way up my legs even further. I reach over, my arm under yours, and over to stroke your leg, but your legs are not covered like mine, and therefore my stroking gets you excited a lot quicker.
As my hand moves slowly up your inner thigh, your hand covers my cock and you begin to squeeze and rub it hungrily. In response, I slide my hand up until I am stroking up and down your pussy, making you gasp a little as I pinch your clit. In desperation you look around and see a fairly deserted parking lot and quickly pull in. Before the car even comes to a full stop, you have your seatbelt off and are leaning towards me, kissing me deeply.
As we kiss, I feel you pulling at my zipper, and I take your hand in mine, helping you. As you pull it down, you try to reach in to take my cock out, and I stop you. I ask you if we can move into the back, and you growl softly but open the door and climb into the back. I open my door, stand up, not caring that my zipper is all the way down, stretch back, take off my coat, and then climb in the back seat with you.
The first thing I see is that your top is on the seat next to you, making me happy for tinted windows. I want, for this moment, to have you all to myself. The second thing I notice is that your skirt is pulled all the way up and you are rubbing your clit hungrily with three fingers buried inside your pussy. I move closer to you, your pleasure and your hunger moves your hips until you are pressed into the back corner of the seat. I close the door behind me and take my shirt off.
I lean down, and lick at your fingers, trying to hint that you should stop, and let me take over. I lick a couple more times and you do not stop. I then nibble the back of one of your fingers until you look down at me, and I pull your fingers away from your clit. I then proceed to suck your extremely sensitive clit into my mouth, rewarding me with a loud moan and the feel of your fingers moving even faster in and out of you.
I continue to nibble and suck at your clit, feeling you get closer and closer to orgasm. I feel my way around and feel you tense slightly as I slide one of my own fingers in underneath your own, but you relax again as my own hand begins to match your own rhythm, and then moan as you feel my finger slide deeper than yours can go. I wrap my hand around yours, letting the back of your hand rest easily in my palm, and match your thrusts.
Slowly, every few thrusts, I intertwine one of your fingers with my own. Within a short time, the strain forces you to take one of your fingers away, until only my fingers slide in an out of you. You move your hand up and let your fingers become tangled in my hair. I speed up and use my angle to my advantage, sliding deep into you and stroking my fingers over the most sensitive spots inside of you.
