I lay back on the car seat for some moments to recapturemy breath. My whole body was tingling. I daren’t look up for fear of seeingpeople outside, in the car park, looking at me sprawled half naked and flushedfrom a recent climax.
“Was that good, my darling?”
“Heavenly.” I looked at him. He was smiling at me, hiscraggy face crinkled into a grin. He ran his hand over my brow, flicking myhair away from my face.
“Take off your panties,” he said.
“Yes,” I said. My skirt was already half way up my thighsfrom when I had been touching myself. I got upright in the chair and struggledwith the panties sliding them down over my hips, my knees, my ankles. I slippedthem off. Tom took them. He raised them to his nose and sniffed my juices.
“Beautiful,” he said. “Beautiful. Now, hang them on thewing mirror.”
“What?” I said, but I had heard perfectly. Tom pressedthe automatic window button and my window buzzed down. He handed me my panties.Wordlessly, I took them and hung them on the mirror. They sat there, blue anddamp and shimmering with my juices. Tom closed the window.
“Now,” he said. “I’ve just had a hint of the delights ofyour pussy. Now I want it for real.” He eased his seat fully backwards and layback. He gestured for me impatiently. I shook my head. There were still peoplearound, lots of them, milling about their cars, going about their business.This was madness.
“Now Jessica,” he said. He said it firmly, in that voiceof his that brooked no argument. I was his and he knew it. I would do whateverhe told me to do. I manouevred myself into position beside him and he edgedtowards me and I straddled his chest, planting my knee on his seat next to thedoor. I settled my other knee into position on the other side of him and restedabove him on his chest. He edged downwards in his seat and I stretched upwardsuntil my groin was in line with his face, my skirt brushing against his face.He lifted it. I could feel his breath on my pussy, sense his eyes boring intoit, staring at me. I wanted him. I wanted him to want me. I knew that he did.
I pushed myself upwards again, so that I could lean myarms on the back sill of the car. My face was close to the back window and Ilooked out at the activity around me. I felt Tom’s hands on my ass and felt himpress me towards him. I waited. I waited. I waited. His touch thrilled throughme, the briefest whisper of his tongue on my pussy. I pushed down on him,resting my weight on his face. I rested my face on my folded arms and lookedout at families and couples and people walking about innocently, as my loverbegan to lap at my pussy, stroking my lips with his tongue, prising them apart,sliding himself inside me. I looked at the people around me and enjoyed thepure pleasure of my man entertaining me. I bent my wrists and allowed my handsto stretch down to my breasts, and I began to tweak my nipples, twisting themgently, squeezing, remembering the sensation of Tom’s tongue on them, histeeth, his mouth. He continued to lap at my pussy, long lingering strokes withhis tongue, gradually coming closer to my clitoris. I ached for him to touch methere. Please. Please. Tom, please. My nipples were tender after so muchattention, but the mild shock of pain was intensely beautiful. I squeezed andpulled them harder. And harder still. And harder still.
Tom’s tongue edged closer and closer to my clitoris and Iwaited for the moment. I relaxed my muscles and opened myself and waited untilfinally his tongue edged lazily over my throbbing clitoris. It was heaven. Hedid it again. He began to circle it, slowly, first one direction, then theother. He began to suck. I felt my clitoris emerging fully from behind itsshield, crying out for attention, screaming to be loved. He sucked. He suckedit into his hot and wet mouth and his tongue caressed it, lingered over it,teased it, provoked it. I moaned. I could feel myself getting hotter, a flushrising from my chest and neck and taking over my cheeks. People were passingby, right next to our car, some oblivious, some curious, slowing and looking. Ididn’t care. Tom was making love to me and that was all I cared about.
He bit. Ever so gently but still a bite. It hurt. It wasbeautiful. It was perfect. I let out a scream and he continued to suck andlick. He held my clitoris tightly between his teeth and his tongue wasexploring it, grazing roughly over it, again and again. It was almost too much,but not quite. As ever, Tom was judging it perfectly. I’d already come once butI knew a big one was brewing. I could feel it starting in the pit of my stomachand I knew that when it erupted it would take over my entire body. I waited forit to arrive. Still, Tom sucked and grazed and bit my clitoris. The fact thathe was hidden beneath my skirt so I couldn’t see what he was doing seemed tomake it more exciting, somehow. I ground myself down on him, pushing my pussyonto his face, making him take my whole weight. His tongue was embedded in mypussy now and his nose was pressed hard against my clitoris. The sensations ofthat drove me wild. I ground down further, gyrating, moving my hips, changingthe position of my pussy on his face so that I could fuck his nose, use it tostimulate by aching clitoris. All the while he tongued me, deep and hot andhard, lapping at my juices. I twisted my nipples hard.
“God,” I shouted. “Yes.”
There were a couple outside, staring, and I knew theycould tell what was happening. I smiled and stared at them. I pulled myselfupright and moved my hands and exposed my breasts to them. They stared. Ismiled. I gasped as the first waves of my climax began to unleash themselves.Tom sucked and licked and grazed and bit and ground his nose into myclitoris. My body was hot and coldsimultaneously. I began to shake, the nerves in my legs twitchinguncontrollably as my climax came. My breathing was short and heavy, huge pantsof desire surging from my lungs. I stared at the couple and I knew that it wasobvious from my expression what was happening to me. Tom forced his tongueupwards and rubbed it fiercely against my clitoris and that was it, the moment,the explosion, the eruption. I screamed. I cupped my breasts, forcing themupwards and outwards, showing off my hard and sensitive nipples. The couplewatched as I was overtaken by the moment. We never took our eyes off each otherand it felt the most exciting, almost intimate moment. On and on my climaxbuilt, growing and taking over all of my senses. Tom must be drowing in myjuices, I thought, and I smiled at the thought of licking them from his face ina few minutes time.
My climax subsided and came to a halt and I stayed whereI was, splayed across Tom in his car, my naked breasts exposed, staring at acouple outside who were staring back at me. I gave them a wave and they wavedback. I indicated with a wave of my hand towards my side of the car. Theyfollowed the direction of my wave and walked around to the door. The woman sawmy panties on the wing mirror. She smiled. She took them, held them, admiredthem. She looked into the car at me and smiled again and put them in her bagand the couple turned and slowly walked away. I slid my leg over Tom’s chestand flopped back into my own seat and turned to look at him.
“Was that good, my darling?”
“Heavenly.” I looked at him. He was smiling at me, hiscraggy face crinkled into a grin. He ran his hand over my brow, flicking myhair away from my face.
“Take off your panties,” he said.
“Yes,” I said. My skirt was already half way up my thighsfrom when I had been touching myself. I got upright in the chair and struggledwith the panties sliding them down over my hips, my knees, my ankles. I slippedthem off. Tom took them. He raised them to his nose and sniffed my juices.
“Beautiful,” he said. “Beautiful. Now, hang them on thewing mirror.”
“What?” I said, but I had heard perfectly. Tom pressedthe automatic window button and my window buzzed down. He handed me my panties.Wordlessly, I took them and hung them on the mirror. They sat there, blue anddamp and shimmering with my juices. Tom closed the window.
“Now,” he said. “I’ve just had a hint of the delights ofyour pussy. Now I want it for real.” He eased his seat fully backwards and layback. He gestured for me impatiently. I shook my head. There were still peoplearound, lots of them, milling about their cars, going about their business.This was madness.
“Now Jessica,” he said. He said it firmly, in that voiceof his that brooked no argument. I was his and he knew it. I would do whateverhe told me to do. I manouevred myself into position beside him and he edgedtowards me and I straddled his chest, planting my knee on his seat next to thedoor. I settled my other knee into position on the other side of him and restedabove him on his chest. He edged downwards in his seat and I stretched upwardsuntil my groin was in line with his face, my skirt brushing against his face.He lifted it. I could feel his breath on my pussy, sense his eyes boring intoit, staring at me. I wanted him. I wanted him to want me. I knew that he did.
I pushed myself upwards again, so that I could lean myarms on the back sill of the car. My face was close to the back window and Ilooked out at the activity around me. I felt Tom’s hands on my ass and felt himpress me towards him. I waited. I waited. I waited. His touch thrilled throughme, the briefest whisper of his tongue on my pussy. I pushed down on him,resting my weight on his face. I rested my face on my folded arms and lookedout at families and couples and people walking about innocently, as my loverbegan to lap at my pussy, stroking my lips with his tongue, prising them apart,sliding himself inside me. I looked at the people around me and enjoyed thepure pleasure of my man entertaining me. I bent my wrists and allowed my handsto stretch down to my breasts, and I began to tweak my nipples, twisting themgently, squeezing, remembering the sensation of Tom’s tongue on them, histeeth, his mouth. He continued to lap at my pussy, long lingering strokes withhis tongue, gradually coming closer to my clitoris. I ached for him to touch methere. Please. Please. Tom, please. My nipples were tender after so muchattention, but the mild shock of pain was intensely beautiful. I squeezed andpulled them harder. And harder still. And harder still.
Tom’s tongue edged closer and closer to my clitoris and Iwaited for the moment. I relaxed my muscles and opened myself and waited untilfinally his tongue edged lazily over my throbbing clitoris. It was heaven. Hedid it again. He began to circle it, slowly, first one direction, then theother. He began to suck. I felt my clitoris emerging fully from behind itsshield, crying out for attention, screaming to be loved. He sucked. He suckedit into his hot and wet mouth and his tongue caressed it, lingered over it,teased it, provoked it. I moaned. I could feel myself getting hotter, a flushrising from my chest and neck and taking over my cheeks. People were passingby, right next to our car, some oblivious, some curious, slowing and looking. Ididn’t care. Tom was making love to me and that was all I cared about.
He bit. Ever so gently but still a bite. It hurt. It wasbeautiful. It was perfect. I let out a scream and he continued to suck andlick. He held my clitoris tightly between his teeth and his tongue wasexploring it, grazing roughly over it, again and again. It was almost too much,but not quite. As ever, Tom was judging it perfectly. I’d already come once butI knew a big one was brewing. I could feel it starting in the pit of my stomachand I knew that when it erupted it would take over my entire body. I waited forit to arrive. Still, Tom sucked and grazed and bit my clitoris. The fact thathe was hidden beneath my skirt so I couldn’t see what he was doing seemed tomake it more exciting, somehow. I ground myself down on him, pushing my pussyonto his face, making him take my whole weight. His tongue was embedded in mypussy now and his nose was pressed hard against my clitoris. The sensations ofthat drove me wild. I ground down further, gyrating, moving my hips, changingthe position of my pussy on his face so that I could fuck his nose, use it tostimulate by aching clitoris. All the while he tongued me, deep and hot andhard, lapping at my juices. I twisted my nipples hard.
“God,” I shouted. “Yes.”
There were a couple outside, staring, and I knew theycould tell what was happening. I smiled and stared at them. I pulled myselfupright and moved my hands and exposed my breasts to them. They stared. Ismiled. I gasped as the first waves of my climax began to unleash themselves.Tom sucked and licked and grazed and bit and ground his nose into myclitoris. My body was hot and coldsimultaneously. I began to shake, the nerves in my legs twitchinguncontrollably as my climax came. My breathing was short and heavy, huge pantsof desire surging from my lungs. I stared at the couple and I knew that it wasobvious from my expression what was happening to me. Tom forced his tongueupwards and rubbed it fiercely against my clitoris and that was it, the moment,the explosion, the eruption. I screamed. I cupped my breasts, forcing themupwards and outwards, showing off my hard and sensitive nipples. The couplewatched as I was overtaken by the moment. We never took our eyes off each otherand it felt the most exciting, almost intimate moment. On and on my climaxbuilt, growing and taking over all of my senses. Tom must be drowing in myjuices, I thought, and I smiled at the thought of licking them from his face ina few minutes time.
My climax subsided and came to a halt and I stayed whereI was, splayed across Tom in his car, my naked breasts exposed, staring at acouple outside who were staring back at me. I gave them a wave and they wavedback. I indicated with a wave of my hand towards my side of the car. Theyfollowed the direction of my wave and walked around to the door. The woman sawmy panties on the wing mirror. She smiled. She took them, held them, admiredthem. She looked into the car at me and smiled again and put them in her bagand the couple turned and slowly walked away. I slid my leg over Tom’s chestand flopped back into my own seat and turned to look at him.
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