The muscle car rumbled along the road at night, crisp autumn air filling it up. The smell of burning leaves as well as the days of the season made her tilt her head back just the slightest bit, pointed noise aching for a deeper breath. Although she was wrapped up in the night air, she still spoke eagerly to me about what she would be starting soon enough, something large and expansive, something to finally reduce her deep distaste for painting. This autumn was her prime source of inspiration and she expressed how she needed to work quickly to make it before winter killed the last of everything. Then she would turn to me, an excited look on her face, and ramble quickly about how great it was going to be, dark eyes focused on me, plump lips curving as she spoke and tongue flicking out to lick her lip, her teeth biting every now and again.
And yet each time she did it wound me up more than the last, causing shivers of delight when I thought of what that tongue could do. Every kiss we shared was sweet, with her lips fitting nicely against mine, her gentle tongue tracing the line of my own lips before begging entrance and making my body light with fire as she kissed me. I wanted so desperately to stop the car and pull her to me before taking her mouth with my own. I knew she would cry out in protest for a moment before giving in to me, and even that cry would be shy and breathy, making me want more from her. I wanted her to suck me between those lips and give me the attention I so desired, to have her moaning around me while I played with her tits, my hands gripping and teasing the globes eagerly.
And even just kissing her or receiving head would not be enough, I wanted to fuck her, wanted to cum while inside of her, make her body curve and then stiffen against mine even there in the car on the road. But then everyone would see, perhaps even the cops. And if not that severe, then people would possibly slow down for a better view of me making love to her on the hood of the rumbling muscle car like the last time we had done something so adventurous.
"Hey!" she shouted, snapping me out of my ideas. Her eyebrows were forced down, eyes narrowed in contempt, and pouted lips arranged in displeasure. "Are you even listening to me?"
"Yes, of course, dear," I said, focusing on the road ahead of me. She gave an unsatisfied grumble in response, settling back into her seat, legs drawn up to her chest. She yanked the sage green hood of her sweater onto her head, holding her short hair in place, leaving her bangs to be whipped around by the wind. "Oh, come on, doll. I was listening to everything you said." Her legs tightened as she recoiled further, and my eyes were drawn to the faint exposure of caramel flesh beneath her almost sheer black skirt. I squirmed in my seat as I watched her muscles move and relax, even as she finally moved one leg down and not the other, causing the skirt to change shape and expose a bit more skin. Her hawk-like eyes were glued to me as I looked between her and the road, and her other leg slipped down, but the skirt stayed up.
