The only reason that I can get away with telling you this story is because it happened a long time ago when we were a lot younger and slaves to our erotic desires. She's now a high level employee for a multinational company and would hate for anyone to know what she was like when she was 18!
Patricia turned 18 in September and the following April we started a relationship with one another. Unlike the sweet, innocent girl that I'd admired from across a college classroom, it soon became apparent that she wanted and needed sex more than any other partner I'd ever had. The downside of both our unusually high sex drives was that the first few times we had sex, they didn't last very long and weren't very satisfying.
As neither of us was earning much money, the strain on our wallets from the number of condoms we were buying soon led to Patricia going onto the contraceptive pill. Following rules as strictly as she does, she insisted that we wait the indicated 4 weeks after she went on the pill for me to fuck her bareback. She never really knew it, but I marked the date on my calendar and checked off the days until she would let me fuck her without the annoying feel of rubber between us.
To my further annoyance, she had a family event to attend on the weekend when we could have finally done it and we didn't want to make our first bareback fuck to be one of our rushed lust-satisfying quickies that we had during the week. Feeling more pissed off than ever, I went to the chemists and bought what I truly hoped would be the last 12-pack of condoms we would need and changed the date on my calendar.
As the week went by, we arranged days off on the Saturday and started planning where and when things would happen. When her mother announced that her sister who lived in Scotland was ill and they needed to fly up to Scotland to see her, I got the most instant hard-on I've ever had and had to make excuses to leave the room to save my embarrassment if anyone noticed my predicament. The final door to Utopia opened when her parents announced that they didn't trust her brother so were going to take him with them to Scotland. My racing thoughts of lust were only slightly dampened when I was asked to drive her parents and brother to the airport on Saturday morning as I realised that I'd be back by around 12pm and we could fuck like rabbits for the rest of the weekend!
As we left for the airport, her father informed me that they would be away until the following Saturday and he'd ring me to arrange when they'd need picking up. As I drove away from the airport with Patricia in the passenger seat, my turgid cock pushed against my underwear as if determined to rip through it. Seeing my discomfort, she gave an evil giggle and put her hand on my bulging trousers telling me that it wouldn't be much longer.
When she tried to pull her hand away, I grabbed her wrist and told her to leave it where it was. She fought her own desires to stroke my cock through my trousers until she lost the battle and began stroking. A few minutes stroking me through my jeans and she was fumbling at the button and zip to get them undone. No sooner was my fly wide open and she had her hand inside my boxer shorts and was pulling my cock out.
As I drove, she gripped my shaft and grinned at me. I have to admit that my ability to drive while she stroked my rigid shaft without even the slightest wobble is one of the things in my life that I am most proud about but can't brag to anyone about! I'm sure she had a second of doubt about what we were doing but her desire was stronger than she expected and she kept going. She would admit herself that she's never really been that good with her hands and it wasn't long before her mouth replaced her hand.
If I was proud about my driving while I got a hand job, I'm ten times as proud of the fact that I never wavered as she sucked my cock. Later in life I would learn that I have a brain condition that causes a dopamine deficiency that has led to my need for extreme ways of getting my dopamine fix. I'm certain that my condition is the reason that I encouraged her in her activities but can't tell you that it lasted a long time as, after barely 5 minutes, my orgasm sent jet after jet of cum onto her face. Wiping my spunk from her eyes, she calmly zipped up my jeans and sat in the seat as if nothing had happened.
The evil part of my brain was never going to let her get away with what she had done to me without recompense so I was quickly grabbing handfuls of her skirt and rucking it up around her waist. I can honestly tell you that I've only ever found her not wearing underwear under her clothes 4 times in our life together and my heart skips a beat every time. What only occurred to me a few days later as I reflected over our weekend together was the fact that on that occasion it indicated that she'd planned events a little more than I'd known about.
As she sensed me noticing her lack of underwear, she grabbed the seat handle and slid the seat back as far as it would go meaning that I didn't need to stretch as far while I fingered her demanding pussy. Not for the first or last time I'd swear that her soaking wet cunt sucked my fingers into it and demanded that I give her the orgasm that she needed.
A few moments later and her orgasm shook her body and she tensed, lifting her back off of the seat. I should also mention that she has never been one for swearing even in the throes of passion and I have to ask her to talk dirty to help things along sometimes. So imagine my surprise when an almost guttural shout of 'Don't you fucking dare!' came from her mouth when I tried to take my fingers back.
I quickly returned to finger-fucking her and she writhed in ecstasy as my fingers explored her wanton cunt. She soon had the seat reclined slightly and her 34C tits out as she frantically squeezed them and teased her nipples. Never before or since has she done that without needing to be persuaded but it obviously helped as she very quickly started wave after wave of orgasm that lasted several minutes and simultaneously ended as the driver of a lorry that I was overtaking grinned down at us and sounded his horn.
She later told me that she'd been embarrassed that we'd been caught but equally excited by the fact that she'd been watched doing what we had! After a split second of panic that told her to quickly pull her clothes back on, she relaxed, turned slightly towards the lorry driver, and gave her tits a quick squeeze before she pulled her blue cotton bra over them and proceeded to get fully clothed again.
About another 15 minutes later we were stumbling through the front door to her parents' house wrapped in each other's bodies and desperately fumbling at fastenings to remove clothes. Her tits and my cock were out of our clothes before we got through the front door and I can only hope (or not depending on the moment!) that there was no one walking past to see what we were doing.
As soon as the front door was closed, I tried to get rid of the rest of her clothes but she simply put her hand on my chest and pushed me away before refastening the buttons and clasps that I'd managed to get undone. She grinned that grin that only she can and told me that she couldn't possibly be taken advantage of before she'd had lunch and went to the fridge in the kitchen.
While I struggled to focus my brain and rationalise what was happening, she calmly stood and made a sandwich and poured a can of coke into a glass. She then led me to the dining table as if I was under some type of mind control, pushed me into a chair, put a sandwich and glass of coke in front of me, and proceeded to eat her lunch. It really doesn't happen very often but I was completely lost for words and every time I tried to speak all that came out were a few incomprehensible sounds.
About halfway through eating her sandwich, she glanced toyingly at me and told me that if I was thinking about fucking her on that table then I needed to think again. With sandwiches and drinks consumed, she picked up the plates and glasses and put them in the sink while cheekily glancing over her shoulder and telling me that I wasn't going to be fucking her on the kitchen worktop either. I now realise that those little quips made sure that she had me by the balls until she was ready to give in to our passions.
She continued to make remarks about possibly fucking on the sofa before she playfully dismissed that idea or perhaps we could fuck on the swing seat in the garden which was equally as quickly dismissed. She wickedly knew that these were all places that I'd talked about fucking her in our most intimate moments and was now using them with amazing expertise to tease me.
I'm still not sure how I didn't unload my seed inside my underwear when she finally asked with a girlish innocence if I was ready to take her to bed yet and headed for the stairs. All I did manage was to follow like a little lost puppy as she went upstairs to her bedroom.
As we passed the bathroom door she told me to go into her bedroom and she would join me when she'd used the toilet. She really relished the control she had over me and I think we both realised that day that we were truly obsessed with one another and would get married although it took me another couple of months until I finally popped the question.