For a lovely fan...
The low drone of the tires on the highway and the warm sunshine make me drowsy as I drive us through the country. The music is playing softly on the radio and I tap the rhythm on the steering wheel with my fingertips. Reaching for my drink in the cup-holder of the center console, I glance over at you. You're sitting up in the passenger seat with your feet pulled up, hugging your knees to your chest. You look like you're daydreaming, sitting there staring out the window as the scenery flies by. I take a drink from the plastic bottle and put it back in the console. The condensation from the bottle drips onto my fingers and with an evil grin, I flick my fingers at you; spraying your cheek with cool water.
Your head spins around and you give me that what-the-hell-are-you-doing look and lean over to punch me in the shoulder. I act hurt and reach over again, this time pinching your side. For the next mile, we trade pinches and playful punches. Just when you lean over the center console and try to wrestle with me, I reach up with my free hand and squeeze your right breast. All of a sudden, you are stopped in your tracks. You just look at me, my hand softly massaging your breast, a smile slowly spreading across your face.
You reach down and cover my hand with your own. A soft moan escapes you as my fingertips pinch your nipple through your shirt. Gently, you take my hand off you and lift it up. That evil smile gets bigger when you extend one of my fingers and direct it towards your mouth. I somehow manage to keep one eye on the road as you use the tip of my index finger to trace your plump, pink lips. It looks so sexy to me when you flick your tongue out and lick it up and down before closing your lips around it and sliding my lucky finger in and out of your wonderful mouth. Your cheeks suck in as you take my finger deeper into your wet mouth. The sight of this masterful lipwork makes me excited and I shift a little in my seat.
Still holding my free hand near your mouth with one hand, your other hand reaches out to rest on my thigh. My eyes widen and I can't help but rev the engine a little, making us speed down the road a little faster. With a little pop, you let me have my hand back and put both of your cute hands on my thigh. I try to pay attention to the road as you scoot closer to me and lean in to kiss my neck and blow against my ear. I can't help but chuckle as you pepper my face and neck with light kisses. The chuckle then turns into a moan as your hands slide up my leg to rub the bulge in my lap.
You give me one last kiss on the cheek before dropping your head lower. I can look over your wavy crown of gorgeous locks to see the road as your hands massage my hardening cock through my jeans. The buckle of my belt is quickly undone and the zipper purrs as it slides down. By this time, my cock is rock-hard and straining against my boxers.