She giggled as he got into her car. It had been eight days since she was near him - near enough to smell him. And now his irresistible himness was here in her car, and under her care, for the next couple of hours. There had been regular messages, one explosion strong enough to double her over as she listened to him read her an erotic story he'd crafted about their second time together with a Satysfyer Suck-You-Good - or whatever it was called - clamped to her neglected nubbin, and photos of him about to sleep, after showering, and while out on runs through an orchard they enjoyed greatly together. But right now, he was here. In person. In the meat.
She drove impatiently. Her hand frequently strayed from gearstick to his thigh, but he resolutely kept his hands off her until they'd left the twisting maze of city streets and were on more open roads. Then, and only then, did his strong hand slide pointedly up her skirt and play intentionally at the gusset of her summer weight tights. She deeply regretted wearing them now; trying to drive with his fingers knuckle deep in her hungry love canal was one of the greatest feelings car sharing could bring. His pressing made her pant, and she had to ask him to stop at one point where she was in danger of losing control of herself and the vehicle. He did, of course, and instead placed his head in her lap and sang hot, low and full of vibrato about how he would satisfy the hungry beast below. She would have cum if it hadn't been the need for traffic safety.
He sat back up, and undid his pants zipper. One quick fiddle later, his cock was on display, and proud to be out. She grasped it and tugged, determined he would have the same sense of agonised frustration as they sped through the final minutes of their trip.
She pulled into the driveway, got out of her car, and rushed to open the front door. He followed behind, but slower than her out of the car with the need to replace his dignity. Standing on the welcome mat he turned and locked and bolted the door. She she eased off her shoes, and was about to drag off her tights when something glinted in her eyeline. He held bright scissors in his hand and fell to his before her knees. She lifted her skirt high, and watched as he pulled the sheer black nylon away from her, cutting expertly beside a seam. The shears were dropped, and his hands tore apart her hosiery, then pulled to one side any remaining barrier and dived into her soaked and swollen sex. The bathing his lips and tongue gave her was indescribable. It brought more relief than the sip of cold water after a run, or deep hot bath to aching muscles, or shade after being stuck out at high noon. His swirling, making her pearl desire more, had her bucking at his face. He clamped her clit in a suction vice, a mini-blow-job that nearly blew her mind, then paused to whisper cold air upon her as she was a tiptoe from the brink. A finale of butterfly touch licks threw her from those heights and she plummeted into an orgasmic swirl of sea foam and freshness and relief.
