As usual, you are messing with the racecar. I enter the garage to find you adjusting the harness, anticipating the next race. Your six-foot-plus frame is securely fastened in the seat. I walk over to greet you, smiling as the thought of you confined in the seat leads me to other thoughts. I firmly, but gently pin your wrists to the back of the seat, by your head, with my hands and kiss your forehead, your eyes, your nose - brush past your lips to the left earlobe. Nibbling there, I listen for you to take a quick gasp.. Briefly kissing you again, I head for the right earlobe, in hopes of eliciting another quiet gasp, back to your lips for a 'real' kiss, plunging my tongue deeply in your mouth - you would know I want more than to kiss you.
When I am certain you are as excited as I am, I will continue my way down your chin - regretfully leaving those lips! Slowly kissing your neck, down your breastbone, kissing you through your t-shirt. Detouring off to feel for your nipple thru the fabric, I kiss it, rubbing my tongue over it, feeling it harden thru your shirt. I blow on your wet shirt, cooling it and quickly suck it into my mouth. I feel your body stiffen, wondering if I nipped too hard, and giggle at you.
You move as if to free your wrists, but I tell you "No," and you settle back in the seat. I return to your nipple, making certain it is hard and your shirt is wet before attending to the other one, the same way. When I am sure your nipples can't get any harder, I continue kissing my way down over your tummy, tugging your shirt out of your waistband with my teeth and finding your belly button, gently licking, kissing it. The bulge in your pants is huge, I feel the heat from your body and you squirm, a bit uncomfortable confined in your jeans. I try to ignore it and work my way back up your abdomen, pushing the shirt out of the way so I can taste you, drawing lines with my tongue, and then blowing to cool you off. I love teasing you. It excites me to watch you get excited - my tits ache and I am so wet.