A few days ago, my wife and I went to visit a couple of friends on the other side of the State. They've been our friends for years, since my wife and I started dating pretty much. Their names are Mila and Nick, and they're a fun couple all in all. Nick is 49, older, but still fun to hang around and very active. Mila is 28, eccentric, cute, and in general funny and kind. They have two little girls who we sometimes babysit, but they were both gone for the weekend visiting their grandparents, which gave the four of us time to hang out.
We drove over to Mila and Nick's place on a Saturday morning, and were greeted with hugs and hellos as soon as we walked in the door. Mila was wearing a long, loose skirt, some boots, and a sweater and blouse top. She had just gotten back from tutoring a guy that she's teaching Spanish to, and she hadn't had time to change. Nick was more casually dressed, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. The four of us sat around for a while, chatting about work and the news, nothing earth shattering or anything. Probably around 1:00 or 1:30, we decided to go out for some lunch.
Nick volunteered to drive, because he wanted to take us to this local place that they had found a couple of weeks ago. So, we went over to their little sedan, and Nick commented, "Oh. Hang on just a minute, we need to take the girls' car seats out."
"That's okay, Nick," my wife said. "If you want, we can just drive so you don't have to."
Mila interjected next, "No. That's fine. We can drive. We'll leave the seats in as long as someone doesn't mind sitting on someone else's lap." She smiled, and we all laughed a little. We'd taken lots of trips together, so it wasn't anything new to have to squeeze in or sit on someone else's lap for a while. So, I volunteered to sit in the back between the car seats, figuring Kim, my wife, would join me. Instead, I was surprised when Mila spoke up instead. "I'll ride in the back with Eric. You don't mind, do you?"
I looked at her, and shrugged. "I'm guessing you probably don't want me sitting on your lap, huh?"
"Ha ha," she mocked. "Like I really want to be squished by you? Get in, silly." She slapped me gently on the shoulder, and I opened the door to wedge myself in.
Nick and Kim got in the front, and after I'd successfully wedged in between the two car seats, Mila climbed in and closed the car door. Things were awkward, and she put her hand on my leg for balance as she maneuvered inside. I was a bit embarrassed, because as she did that, I felt a bit of a stir between my legs, and caught a glimpse of her bare legs above her boots, as she was hiking up her skirt to move around.
"Hang on, just a sec," I said. I wiggled a little to adjust and accommodate my pants, loosening them up a bit to provide some more room, and what I hoped would be a discreet place for my now rigid cock.
As soon as I sat back down, Mila lowered herself onto my lap, and I felt her butt press down right on the spot where my dick pressed against the fabric of my pants. She didn't seem to notice, and instead looked back at me and asked if I was okay. I nodded, and she got a little more comfortable, wiggling a little on my lap and adjusting her skirt. All that wiggling only served to make my cock throb more, and I gritted my teeth silently trying to keep from letting it press into her butt, which was now firmly resting on my lap.
Nick started the car, and we backed out of the driveway. Nick and Kim were talking up front, and Mila was looking out the window, leaning forward and to the side a little bit. As we turned onto the road, Mila spread her legs, and wrapped them a little around mine, squeezing them for grip as the car shook a little. As soon as the car was put into gear and moving forward, though, I noticed she didn't release my legs, and I looked up to see the side of her face as she was watching out the window.
I had definitely noticed Mila before. Back when my wife and I were dating, I often fantasized about some of her friends, including Mila. Mila was half-white, half-Hispanic, and she definitely had the Latina look. She was small, petite, with short cut brown hair and brown almond eyes. You wouldn't know she was a mom, even, except for the way she dressed sometimes, more conservatively now than before, and the fact that her breasts had gotten a little heavier after having two kids. Other than that, she was in great shape, and her body was definitely what I was noticing now.
I felt the press of her small butt against my lap, and closed my eyes for a moment to focus on the feel of her legs pressed against my thighs. I thought of the boots she was wearing, and felt as my dick stirred and pressed up into her sharply. I opened my eyes and tried to adjust a little, but she just looked back at me and smiled.
Honestly, I can't tell you now how long the drive took, or even what people talked about as we were driving there. I didn't say much, nor did Mila. What I do remember, though, is that soon after that first little jab of my dick against her small little ass, she pushed back, and I felt her start to rub her butt against my crotch.
I felt my breathing quicken, and chewed my lip a little, wondering what the heck was going on. Mila had placed her hands on the car seats next to us, and was using them to help her grind herself against me. She was doing a good job of keeping up appearances, interjecting into the conversation here and there, but I could feel the urgency and deliberation with which she pressed herself into me.
Her legs squeezed me harder, and she tossed her head several times to get the hair out of her face. I thought I could hear her breathing a little more, but I definitely felt her tight her ass as if she was trying to grab my dick between her cheeks.
Suddenly the car started to slow down, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around Mila's waist to keep her from flying forward. She responded by placing her hand on my arms, nuzzling a little bit closer to me. "Thanks," she said quietly, smiling back at me. I looked up at her, and she bit her lip and winked at me so only I could see. Then she leaned a little farther forward, with my arms still wrapped around her waist.
Her finger was tracing along the skin of my wrist and forearm, and I quietly began to rub her stomach through the fabric of her shirt. Now there was no doubt that we were both thinking the same things, and she resumed her grinding against my crotch. She talked less now, and her thrusts were harder, and I could feel her working to adjust and rub her crotch against my legs too.
My own dick was throbbing and aching, and I could feel a wet spot in my boxers from the precum that was surely leaking out inside. It was like a cold wet spot, and it excited me even more to know how much we were both turned on. Even as I felt that, I could have sworn that I smelled the faint scent of pussy on the air, and I felt Mila's legs tremble a little bit as she let out a long sigh.
"You okay, sweetie?" asked Nick, looking back in the mirror.
"Yeah," Mila smiled. "Just tired, I guess. Are we almost there? I forget."
"Yep," replied Nick. "Probably just another three or four minutes."
"Great," she smiled.
Suddenly Mila picked up her pace, and I knew she was trying to make us both cum. It was awkward, but by lifting my crotch up into her, it felt good, and my dick started to tremble and throb, edging closer to orgasm. Mila was impaling herself on the mound of cock in my lap, and I watched as she adjusted her skirt so the back of it was hiked up, enough for her to expose the fabric of her panties and grind them against my legs.
And just like that, the car stopped.
"Shit," Mila muttered.
"What's wrong?" Kim asked.
"I hit my head," Mila lied. I could tell she was angry because we didn't have more time.
"You okay?" Nick asked.
"Yeah. Fine." Mila grumbled.
"Well, we're here," Nick said.
Mila reached next to her and took out her cell phone, as if no one had heard it going off. "Okay, go ahead inside without me. I just need to take this call real quick. Eric, are you okay sitting out here for a minute?"
