If Sally has a night out on the town I always pick her up. It's about an 80 minute round trip but I always like to make sure she is home safe.
As I pull up outside the bar I could see Sally waiting for me, looking, as always gorgeous.
Sally slides in to the passenger seat and flashes me a wicked little smile, looking directly in my eyes she drops her gaze to my crotch, a sure sign she's going to tease me all the way home.
As we drive off she turns to me and with a smile says, 'Do you know I used to be bi-curious?'
Well I did but is how the teasing usually starts. I've always found it a massive turn on, two women kissing passionately is one of my favourite fantasies.
So as I drive along Sally describes long lingering kisses with women, their lipsticked lips brushing across her breasts, their tongues flicking and licking her nipples as they harden. She smiles, that naughty little smile and continues describing how their fingers, red, varnished nails sliding down into her pants to caress her beautiful little pussy. And believe me it is a gorgeous little pussy.
I shift uncomfortably in my seat. Sally knows, without even looking, that I am hard, really, really hard. The large bulge in my pants is glaringly obvious! That wicked grin, a grin which spreads across Sally's face as she reaches across and with just the tips of her fingers, traces the outline of the straining head of my cock.
'Is that nice Charlie?'
I can't help but groan out loud as Sally's touch makes my cock strain even harder against my jeans, aching, wanting Sally to pull it out and feel her touch against my skin. As often happens, Sally has made it clear that with the right words and just the very tips of her slender fingers she has me desperate for her.
Sally takes my hand and slides it along the inside of her thigh so my fingers are touching her through her sheer black knickers.
She whispers ''Make me wet Charlie'
I gentle rub her lips through her knickers, Sally reclines her seat and closes her eyes, she lets out a gentle sigh. With both of her hands Sally unbuttons her dress, pulling it open to reveal a lace bra. Sliding one strap off her shoulder she lifts a perfect little breast out of the lace to expose a gorgeous pert nipple, the fingers of her left hand brush across it as it hardens, her thumb and finger gently squeeze it. I slip my hand inside Sally's knickers and gently rub her, my fingers searching out the little hard button, her back arches in ecstasy. A moan slips from her bright red lips as her head tilts back and turns to look at me.