"I'm cooling down...don't worry, no one can see."
"What about that car over there?"
"I dunno...no one was around when I got out here."
"Well, is it helping at least?"
"Sure, you should try it."
"Oh yeah?"
"Ha, right...did I miss anything in the rest of the house?"
"Here, I took pictures."
He took the camera from her and cupped his hand to the LCD screen as he remained reclined. He flipped through the pictures, not really interested, already having made up his mind about the house. He suddenly felt fingers sliding through the hairs on his chest.
"Har har, knock it off"
"Just keep looking"
She ignored his protests, spreading her fingers through the dark tuft along his sternum, bending the hairs slowing and letting them spring back. She edged further out and closer to his nipples, trying to make it casual, but bending her fingers in slightly so her nails raked across his skin. She watched as the goose bumps formed and his nipple began to puff and harden in the cool breeze of the a/c.
"Alright, that's..." he trailed off, and she deliberately kept her face straight as she intentionally brushed his nipple with her finger." What did you...?" Grinning now, she bent down and licked his skin, her eyes darting down as she noticed the fabric of his shorts begin to shift. Her own skin began to flush as she thought of the pictures she'd quickly snapped in the bathroom...just a couple shots of bra and cleavage, no way she was going to get caught completely topless in a stranger's house, but even just that much had sparked something inside her...and seeing the look on his face...and the appreciation in his lap was enough to make her push her hand down his stomach and make his skin twitch.
"Well, I recognize those. Did you just...?"
"Shh," and she leaned into him, kissing him full on the mouth, silencing him before he could out think the moment, and slid a hand down his shorts. His eyes went wide, but the moment her hand came in contact with his hardening flesh, she felt his lips soften and she watched as his eyes shifted from shock to desire. She drove her palm down the flat of his abdomen, bracketing the root of his cock between her middle and ring fingers and squeezing the flesh below. Shifting between the back of her hand and the fabric of his underwear and shorts, his hips squirmed as he reached full rigidity. He twisted in his seat, the friction and pressure singing through his body and reaching his lips and passing to hers. Reaching behind her, she pulled the arrestor on the seat and crawled to her knees over him. She removed her hand from his clothes and quickly began to work on the button and zipper.
"What are you doing?!" She silenced him again with just a look this time, grabbing his hand and putting it on her chest. She could see the bulge in between the V of his pulled open shorts. She felt his shock at her aggressiveness soften in his fingers as they began to slide and cup her breast. She slid her hand over the taut fabric of his underwear, the outline of his cock now even more defined. He moved his hand down her side and hooked his fingers under her shirt, pulling it up and exposing her side. Reaching her bra, he moved his hand under her and stroked the flesh that was spilling forward from the bra. He watched the curve of her back arch and sway as he worked her breasts free from the fabric. She bent forward to kiss his stomach and shrugged the strap of the bra off her shoulder. Emboldened by her maneuver, he reached to her back and undid the clasps, letting it fall away as much as it could. There was no way to remove it completely without breaking contact and he'd reached the point of understanding that this was actually happening.
She kissed her way down his abdomen and began to tug the underwear down, using the motion to continue keeping pressure and friction on his dick. He lifted his ass off the chair and allowed her to slide the stretch cotton band down. As soon as his cock sprung free of the fabric, she wrapped her fingers around it and slid her mouth over it. Swirling her tongue around the head, she moved her hand and lips together. With a hiss, his back tensed as she continued to work his cock up and down. Watching her hair fall to the side of her face as her head moved up and down, he reached to her thigh that was folded under her as she knelt on the seat. Finding the edge of her skirt, he pushed the loose material up her leg, when he found another shock - she'd already removed her underwear. He felt her lips smile around his dick and she slipped a hand under his balls giving them a firm squeeze. Taking the hint, he sat up and leaned on his left elbow giving him longer reach as he moved unencumbered from the front of her thighs to her ass high in the air. Under her skirt, he found the dampness between her legs and guided a finger across her pussy. From his position, he had a clear view of her as he watched his flesh disappear inside her mouth over and over. As he stared to enter her with his fingers, he felt her tongue tighten against him and her back stiffen. He heard her moist flesh open as two fingers entered her and manipulated the warn flesh inside. For moments that seemed to last hours they continued pleasuring each other like this, the sunlight streaming in through the windows of the car, the cool air barely able to keep pace with the heat radiating from their skin.
Pushing each other as far as they could in that position, she opened her eyes and stared up at him. He slid back up in the seat, trying to find the widest spot. She broke contact with his cock, continuing to work the shaft up and down with one hand and wiping the saliva from her lips and chin with the other. As he moved back, she swung a leg over him, and pinned him to the seat. With one hand on his chest, she guided him between her damp thighs and into her pussy. Once inside, she pushed herself down on him as he rose to meet her. The awkward angle drove him up into the roof of her vagina. Her fingers dug into his chest as she began to move up and down this shaft. He put his hands on her hips, guiding her up and down, not wanting to risk losing the incredible feeling inside her, the upward angle making him lift his hips and meet her as she lowered.
With this delicate balance between them, they found a rhythm and began to increase the pace. They could feel the car's shocks working harder, using the springs to strengthen their movements. Her hands went from his chest to the ceiling, pressing down harder on him, driving him further inside her. Pinned beneath, he could do nothing but hold on and watch as her hair covered her face and bounced in sequence with her breasts beneath her tank-top now soaked with sweat. With effort he kept pace with her, the angle beginning to push him to the limit as he felt her tighten around his cock. Their moans and screams filled the car, drowning the motor working overtime to blow cool air though the vents. Suddenly her eyes snapped open and locked with his, and he knew - his fingers dug into her thighs as he thrust his hips upward into her grinding body. Her head tossed back as she came, squeezing him between her knees as her legs tensed and shook. She could feel him spasming inside her, the warm sensation of cum exploding within, dripping out of her and down his skin. As the last quake of pleasure racked the breath from her lungs, she collapsed forward onto his sweat-slicked chest and laid there, listening to the pounding of his heart beneath.
As their bodies cooled, and their breathing slowed to a normal pace, they were both startled from their reverie by an insistent but courteous knock at the passenger window. His wife started giggling and buried her head in the crook of his neck as she laid their on top of him. He clicked the window control on the door and though he couldn't see, he heard a voice outside the car say, "When you two are ready, I can show you the house now."
