My thanks to Irish Moss and KJTatts for the motivation for this story.
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Well I was having a couple of days off work to make a nice long four day weekend, and on the Friday I enjoyed spending most of the day surfing the net and catching up on some stories on the Literotica web site.
Usually I tend to read the incest, lesbian, and non-reluctance sections mostly after I have scanned the recent new stories. A story from a different category has to have an interesting title or tagline to catch my interest enough to open and read it. Maybe with having plenty of time on my hands that day I was open to exploring more than I would normally. Anyhow I came across "The Business Trip" by Irish Moss and clicked onto it as I leaned back in my chair to read the story. Well what a great story it was, very descriptive so I could picture the scene easily in my mind. That doesn't always happen with some of the wham-bam- thank-you-mam stories that are on Lit, but this one was making great reading.
The description of the couple enjoying themselves as they drove home from their business trip made me picture the photo that Mary Jane had e-mailed me of her sat naked in a park. The description of Krista's tits in the story matched Mary Jane's perky full tits with the hard horny nipples protruding out into the fresh Auckland air.
Well by the time I finished reading the story I had a hard on in my sweat pants that needed scratching and a bit of relief. Feeling mischievous, I e-mailed Mary Jane and told her about how the story made me think of her and how I would love to drive her down the motorway and re-enact the story as I drove. After sending the e-mail I moved onto some of my favourite photo sites to relieve the need between my legs. The lovely young Asian ladies on scanlovers.com made the rest of the afternoon a relaxing delight.
'Well I be fucked,' I thought the following weekend when I opened my Hotmail account to find a response from Mary Jane saying that she thought it was a very exciting idea and that the story had turned her on. Now Mary Jane is an adventuress, and she teased me about how she would enjoy a trip down the north-western motorway into Auckland as we re-enacted the drive from the story.
Well I love a challenge & a tease so I sent her an e-mail back saying if she was up to it she should be stood outside Westgate shopping centre at 2am on Friday, and be dressed appropriately. I said I would be there at that time anyway and if she didn't show then I knew she was just a cockteaser and not the adventuress she made herself out to be on the Literotica Forum.
Each day the following week I smiled on the way to work as I drove by Westgate to join the motorway, picturing her in my mind stood at the side of the road waiting for me on the Friday morning.
Thursday night I headed to bed early before rising just after midnight toshower. Then it was time to head out from Piha, down through Henderson and onto Westgate. As I turned right around the island my headlights picked out a woman's figure stood at the side of the road opposite KFC.
Mary Jane was dressed in a fleece jacket to keep her warm in the early morning cool air, but down below she had a thigh length denim skirt wrapping her black stocking covered legs. Yes, she certainly looked to have dressed appropriately as I signalled left and pulled to a stop in front of her. The turned up collar of her fleece nicely framed her cheeks, with her long black hair cascading down over her ears and neck.
I reached over and opened the door. "Fancy a business trip?" I asked so she could be sure of whose Ute she was getting into.
"Sure," she replied simply but with a glowing smile that light up her wind cooled face. I already had the heater turned up so we would both be warm and cosy on our forthcoming road trip. Mary Jane slid in and fitted her seat belt before she turned and had a long look at me as I pulled away from the kerb. She must have been wondering is she had made the right choice as I signalled right onto the start of the north-western motorway.
Once I got up to 65 I turned, smiled at her now rosy face, placed my left hand on her skirt covered thigh and said "If you change your mind I'll drop you off wherever you want."
This seemed to put her at ease.
"Did you enjoy the story?" I asked as I gently rubbed my hand up and down her skirt, feeling the warmth and firmness of her thigh underneath.
"Oh yes," she replied, "I brought myself to orgasm three times reading it, especially the second chapter!" She smiled at me waiting to see my response to the last part of the sentence.
I smiled myself and ran my hand down her thigh until I felt the silky smooth material of her stockings. "Like most blokes I've always fancied seeing two women make love to each other; but lets try out chapter one first shall we?"
Mary Jane reached over and placed her hand on my thigh as we passed Royal Road, "Lets start at the beginning with chapter 1" and then eased her thighs apart.
I needed to ensure I kept focused on keeping the Ute on the deserted motorway as I drove and then started to slid my hand onto the inside of her knee before slowly & tenderly started to glide my palm & fingers across her stocking as I headed up her thigh.
I heard a gentle sigh escape Mary Jane's lips as my fingers slid under the hem of her skirt for the first time until my little finger ran out of stocking and brushed against her bare thigh. I stopped there and let my hand roam over her stockinged thigh for several minutes as we cruised past Lincoln Road. We were both sighing in pleasure at the sensations & touches of my hand on her stockings. Her thighs eased further apart to give me permission to continue further. I slid my hand a couple of inches highly until I felt warm bare flesh, her stockings behind me. I gripped the tender flesh in my hand making Mary Jane slid down a little in her seat and spread her thighs apart and to hike up her skirt around her waist.
