Cleo 2 Friday Night

"You fucked me like I imagined one of those van drivers would have fucked me. All raw energy and lust, no finesse." She looked at me sideways from the passenger seat. "I'm not complaining. I think it's what I needed, it's why I was putting on a sex show for total strangers as we drove alongside them."

"It was so hot, seeing the look on their faces. Your tits out, going down on me with your bare arse against the window. They will be wanking to your performance for months."

"Speaking of wanking, you got off quite spectacularly, but you left me hanging."

She shuffled forward in her seat, pushed her seat back as far as it would go, and propped her dainty feet up on the BMW's dashboard. Her short skirt fell back into her lap, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. I involuntarily felt for her panties which she had slipped into my pocket just ten minutes ago.

"I'm as horny as all fuck," she told me, "so I'm going to get myself off. You watch the road."

I managed not to kill us. The quick glances I was able to get were complimented by Cleo being particularly vocal.

"Do you fantasise when you masturbate," I asked.

"Mmmm," she mumbled.

"What are you thinking about now," I asked as she arched her back and made little mewing sounds, her fingers exploring between her thighs.

"Tonight, teasing those drivers, you bending me over the bonnet and taking me from behind."

I heard wet squishy sounds.

"But then one of the van drivers arrives, he sits in his van watching us in his headlights, I tell you not to stop," she pushes her legs further apart and starts to pant.

She is silent for a few minutes as she pushes her head back and moans as she pleasures herself.

"After you finish with me, he gets out of his van and walks towards us, he has his erect cock in his hand and is stroking it gently. He's huge, two hundred centimetres of polynesian muscle. He looks like Jason Momoa's more handsome brother," and she giggles, then sighs.

"I'm still bent over the car, I haven't moved," she is panting again, quicker now.

"He looks at me, ignoring you, tells me it's his turn. I don't know if I could stop him, I don't know if you could. I just nod. I don't want to stop him."

Her fingers are moving faster now, she is thrusting against her hand, breathing short and fast. I grab quick looks while keeping the car in the lane.

"He rolls me onto my back, hooks my knees over his arms, and slides me towards him. I'm wet and open and full of your cum, and he pushed into me easily, deeply on the first thrust. He is bigger than you, he stretches me open, I watch his eyes playing over my breasts, my belly, he watches his cock sinking into me, then his eyes meet mine." She groans loudly, panting, as she clenches her thighs together, trapping her hand, and convulses through her orgasm.

I rearrange my cock in my pants as her breathing slowly returns to normal.

We arrive at our rented holiday cottage a half hour later, I notice that there are lights on in the cottage two doors down, but the other houses along the back of the beach seem to be empty. It was a beautiful evening so I threw a couple of steaks on the barbecue that was on the back deck and opened a Margaret River Shiraz. We could hear the surf breaking on the beach out in the dark in front of us.

"How about a 'no clothing' rule while we are in the house," I proposed as we finished our meal and topped up our wine.

Cleo pouted.

"I love having you undress me, pulling off my clothes, your urgency to unwrap me like I'm a present. And I always feel a rush when I pull your pants off and I see your cock, it makes me wet. We don't have to wear lots of clothes, but let's wear enough to make it interesting."

How could I argue with that?

"Do you want your panties back," I asked, pulling them from my pocket.

She gave me a wicked grin. "Not tonight."

It felt like we made love that night, rather than just fucking. I didn't know if I was in love, I didn't think so, but it was gentle and slow.

We had led each other to the bedroom and we had kissed standing beside the bed. It was a soft, tentative kiss at first. We nibbled each other's lips and kissed around each other's mouths, then I kissed down her neck and she gently bit my ear lobe. I have very sensitive ear lobes and I felt myself hardening in my pants so I pushed myself against her belly. Cleo dropped a hand to squeeze me through my pants and moaned seductively into my mouth.

I undid the buttons of her shirt and she pushed my polo shirt up over my head and threw it on the floor. As I ran my hands over her back and sides, feeling her silky smooth skin against the palm of my hand I pulled her against me and the passion of our kiss increased. I pushed her shirt off her shoulders and remembered that her bra was still on the floor of the car. She bent her head to kiss my neck, then move down to lick and suck on my nipples while she undid the loose tie of my pants and slid her dainty hand inside to wrap around my cock. We kissed again and I moaned encouragement into her mouth.

Without breaking our kiss, I walked her backward towards the bed, until I could push her gently so that she fell gracefully onto her back. She looked up at me as she lifted her arse and slipped her skirt down over her legs. Her panties were still in my pocket and she lay there naked, one knee demurely resting on the other.

"Get naked," she ordered.

I pushed my pants and underpants down in one action, and I saw her eyes move from my face to my cock. I was incredibly hard and I stroked myself a few times while looking down at her.

"Is this what you want," I asked.

"Oh yeah," she replied as she opened her legs slightly and ran one hand between her legs, rubbing herself slowly.

I crawled onto the bed, spread her knees and knelt between them. I looked down at this stunningly beautiful woman open before me with one finger sliding along her slit. As I enjoyed the sight, she raised her arms up over her head and I heard her breathing quicken as her eyes played over my body. I stroked my cock gently for a bit, then lay down beside her and she turned her head to me and we kissed while I let my hand roam.

She took my hand and guided it between her legs, pushing my middle finger into her slit. She was already really wet and I easily slipped my finger deep inside her, which elicited a soft moan of pleasure. She kept one hand on top of mine, and controlled how I moved, including using the palm of my hand to massage her clit. She gave me explicit instructions; faster, deeper, slower, lighter, wiggle your finger back and forward, just my clit, just my clit, arghhh, more, fuck, fuck, fuck, fu.., arghhh...

She clenched her thighs together as she came, trapping my hand as she cried out her release and I felt her whole body shaking as her orgasm took her.

I kept still until her breathing slowed and approached normal, small shudders continued to wrack her body, but eventually she lay still.

"Wow," she purred as she pushed me onto my back, and reached down to wrap her hand around my cock which she immediately started stroking, then she started kissing down across my chest.

"No," I told her. "I need to be inside you," and I rolled her gently onto her back.

I rolled on top of her and she spread her legs open for me and brought her knees up beside my hips. I took my weight on my knees and elbows and slid my cock back and forward across her pussy and belly a few times until I got the angle right and I slipped the head into her. She was wet and open, ready for me. She sighed into my ear.

I was fully inside her on my third thrust, and each thrust had her becoming more vocal; her breathing quickening, moans and gasps of pleasure becoming louder, she told me how good my cock felt as I drove into her.

There is a technique I've discovered. It doesn't work with every woman, it's a matter of compatible anatomy, but with some, I can massage their clit with my pubic bone when I am deep inside her. My anatomy and Cleo's were highly compatible.

With each thrust, I held myself deep inside her, and rocked my pubic bone across her clit, then I'd withdraw, keeping just my tip inside her. She started to thrust up against me, trying to keep me deep, but I was in control.

"More, please," she begged.

I kept this up for a while, alternating hard fucking with gentler thrusts, with focus on her clit. Her breathing was getting faster, shallower, she sighed and moaned and she thrust up against me and dug her fingernails into my shoulders. I could tell that she was getting close, but I wasn't sure how much longer I could last. I was thinking of skiing and trying not to notice her breasts rising and falling as her breath quickened.

"Come in me," she moaned. "Please."

That destroyed my control. I did.

I held myself deep inside her, my pubic bone hard against her clit, and I groaned as I emptied myself into her with short sharp thrusts.

My orgasm triggered Cleo, and she clenched her knees against my hips and pulled my head against hers as she quivered through her own orgasm.

After a bit, we kissed gently, smiling into each other's mouths as I softened inside her. We both let out a small cry of disappointment as I slipped out of her and rolled to lie beside her.

"I was going to give you a blowjob," she reminded me. "You were too impatient to fuck."

"Are you complaining," I asked teasingly. Then continued. "You can wake me up with a blowjob in the morning."

She gave me that mischievous smile again and snuggled into my shoulder. We slept.