"IS MEL AROUND?"
II.
"Lust must be making me creative," Bert said, after a period of thought. "I have an idea." He explained it to Carla and she agreed. They got up, dressed, and left for a nearby commuter parking lot.
Carla followed Bert in Mel's van. When they arrived, Bert parked his car and she pulled in next to it, hiding it from the road. Bert opened the side door and jumped in the van.
"Now nobody can see me coming back with you," he said.
The van had no windows in the rear and Bert stayed low until Carla was out of the lot. Then he slid up between the seats, his back to the engine cover, looking up at her. He began stroking her leg, pushing up the sweat pants she was wearing.
"You nut!" Carla exclaimed, glancing down at him as she drove. His caresses were making her crazy with desire again.
"You like that, don't you?" Bert asked, grinning.
"Yes!" Carla replied.
"You'll probably like this, too," he said. His hand slid under her sweatshirt and cupped a breast.
"Bert!" Carla exclaimed. Wild sensations threatened to overwhelm her as he hefted and squeezed the hyper-sensitive globe of flesh. "How...how...Ah!...how am I supposed to drive?"
"Carefully," Bert said as he continued to drive her wild. "Do you always go out without a bra?"
"Unh! No!" Carla replied, shaking. "You're making me crazy!" Excitement crackled along her nerves like electric currents. She'd left her underwear off because she was in a hurry and wanted to get back to the house as soon as possible. She felt terribly wanton and didn't care! She had a chance for excitement and she was going to take it!
Bert's insistent attention to her breasts and the fact it was occurring in broad daylight as she drove through town soon had her aroused to the point of distraction. It was all she could do to keep the van under control. As they rolled along, the crotch of her sweatpants began to dampen with the oozing juices of passion.
"I never get wet any more when Mel and I make love," she thought.
Not quite sure how she got there, Carla finally turned into their driveway, drove directly into the garage, and pressed the button to make the garage door close. She took a deep breath and turned to face Bert who, she discovered, was totally naked! He lay on the floor, his erection standing up like a thick, red, purple-tipped flagpole.
Quickly Carla stripped off her sweat pants and knelt over him. Guiding his shaft with her hand, she lowered herself on him, experiencing sublime joy as the swollen pole entered, stretched and filled her.
Bert lay on the carpeted floor of the van, enjoying the delightful view as she disrobed and mounted him. When Carla first sank down on him he almost came, but somehow he managed to control himself. As she began to work her hips on him, his hands slid under her sweatshirt onto those glorious breasts. She was riding him now, almost frenzied, her face a mask of lust.
"Can't...wait! Aw! Can't....wait!" she cried out as fantastic explosions of bliss rocked her body. "Agghh! Oh, Jesus! I'm...I'm coming! Yes! I'm coming! Bert! Oh, God! Bert!"
"Unnhh! Unn!" Bert groaned in reply as her rapidly moving hips and clasping cunt sucked his juices from him.
Spent, Carla collapsed on Bert and, sated, they lay on the floor of the van for quite a while. Neither of them had enough energy left to get up and go into the house.
Carla stirred first, getting off him and moving back to the driver's seat. Bert got up, too, and knelt between the seats to kiss her.
"Would you like some lunch?" Carla asked. She realized she was terribly hungry.
"Sure," Bert replied.
Carla picked up her sweatpants and started to slip them on. Bert put his hand on hers. "We don't need clothes, do we?" he said.
His suggestion fascinated and excited Carla. "Ah...I guess not," she responded.
Carrying their clothes, they climbed out of the van and went quickly through the breezeway that connected the garage to the house. Inside, they fell into each other's arms, giggling like teenagers who'd just gotten away with a prank.
"This is crazy, you know that?" Carla said, kissing Bert on the cheek.
"Yeah, but you got to admit it's fun," Bert replied. He squeezed one of her buttocks playfully. "How about lunch, woman, I'm hungry."
Carla pulled off her sweatshirt and put on an apron. It felt strange, being nude in front of Bert. In spite of that, she put together a light lunch and they both ate, not saying much. Carla was very aware of how Bert kept staring at her breasts, though, and loved the attention, even though it disconcerted her.
"You have the most incredibly beautiful breasts I've ever seen," he said.
Carla felt herself blush. His comments about her body were both flattering and disconcerting.
Bert stood up and began to gather the dishes. He carried them over and put them in the dishwasher. As he did, it was Carla's turn to notice things. His penis, so large and thick when he was turned on, was small and shriveled when he wasn't.
Carla walked over to the counter and put her arms around him, pressing against him from behind. "You don't have to do the dishes," she said, kissing his neck.
"Hey..." Bert said and turned in her arms. "We don't want to leave a mess, do we?" He grasped her waist, picked her up, turned, and set her on the counter.
"What are you doing?" Carla asked, stunned. Now what was he up to?
"Having dessert," Bert told her. He stripped her apron off and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Carla felt a flood of exhilaration and tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him on.
Bert suckled her nipples so long and well that Carla thought she might come just from that. Her bottom squirmed on the smooth surface of the counter and she felt his hands clasp her hips. She didn't know what to expect next.
Then... "Oh! Bert!" she groaned. His lips trailed off her breasts and down across her stomach. Next thing she knew, his head was buried in her crotch and his tongue was lashing passion's fires into every particle of her being. And she was loving it! She leaned back on outstretched arms, thrusting her cunt against his mouth.
