Arizona in February. A winter month in most of the country, but in the desert southwest it's perfection.
I'm parked at the curb at the airport, waiting. Nervous. I'm wearing knee-high black boots and a black and electric blue minidress that perfectly matches the sexy little blue sports car I'm leaning against. It covers a great deal up top - long sleeves, cowl neck, knit fabric - but it clings to my curves and is VERY short, barely covering my ass. I'm acutely aware of my almost-exposure.
When you step out that door, though, I no longer care. You're dressed casually in traveling clothes; jeans, and a well-loved plum polo shirt. How does a man make something so simple look that sexy?
You walk over to me, smiling that delicious half-smile of yours, and without saying a word you pull me close, running your hand up the back of my thigh and over my ass, and we kiss, deep and hungry. When we break the kiss, you toss your bag in the trunk and I offer you the keys. You hesitate only a second, then take them, open the passenger door for me, and hand me in, closing the door behind me. You make your way around to the driver's side and climb in. You take a moment to familiarize yourself with the car's instruments while I set up the nav on my phone for you. Then you start the engine, put it in first gear, and ease into traffic.
I'm trying to be patient, giving you a chance to get the feel of the gears and the clutch, and how the car handles. You can tell I'm angsty, though. When we get onto the freeway you reach across the console and place a hand on my bare thigh, stroking it lightly with your fingers, willing me to relax. There's that mischievous smile again, and you ask, "What color?" I grin back, "Why don't you see for yourself?" You slip your fingers up under the hem of the dress and slide it upward until you see that I'm wearing none at all. You chuckled quietly, "no wonder you were nervous back there." You keep sliding the dress up, your eyes alternating between the traffic around us, the GPS, and my exposed pussy.
You draw one finger lightly up my slit, then grasp my left thigh firmly and pull it toward you, opening my legs further and giving you better access. You keep pulling until I've turned almost all the way toward you, my back to the passenger door. With better access, you slip that finger into my wetness, then withdraw it and wrap your lips around it. I'm holding my breath until I see that, then I let out a low moan.
You see us coming up on some slower traffic, so both hands go back to the wheel, downshifting to slow down some. There's the grin again. You look sideways at me, exposed and wet and breathless, then roll down the driver's window and hit the button the slides the sunroof back and open. Now I feel REALLY exposed, particularly since there are cars around us. Most of them are kind of low, so they can see my face if they happen to look, but nothing else. The sunshine is angled through the open roof straight down into my lap, and I can feel the heat of it on this beautiful day. "I need to drive," you say. "Play for me."
I close my eyes and do as you ask, slipping my fingers down and finding myself as wet as I have ever been in my life. Behind me I hear a little tire screech and I freeze, but you just grin and tell me to continue. Someone in a pickup truck on the passenger side of the car had a perfect view over my shoulder and into my brightly lit lap. Even the window tint couldn't help me. I do as I'm told, teasing my clit, occasionally pushing two fingers into my aching cunt, pulling my fingers back and stroking my thighs so you can see unobstructed. The pickup manages to maneuver onto your side of the car, where the passenger can see across you and into my exposed pussy for just a split second before you roll the tinted window back up, followed by the sunroof. "That's enough of that," you say, grinning, "We'll cause a pile-up."
Shaking a little, in a combination of nerves, embarrassment, and excitement, I turn to face the front again and fix my clothing. You reach over again, with your hand on my thigh, and say, "Are you ok, baby? They couldn't see your face, and we don't know anyone here. Did I go too far?" I nod. "I'm ok," I reply. "Lots of mixed feelings right now, but it's ok. I just need a minute to wrap my head around what I just did." You nod in understanding, still smiling, and rest your hand on my thigh, stroking it softly. I set my hand on top of yours, to reassure you that I'm all right, and you take my hand and place it on the hard bulge in your jeans, showing me how my actions affected you. I crack a grin - I feel better already.
We arrive at our rental, and you follow me to the door. I let us in, and it's cool and a little dark inside. You open all the blinds and let the sun shine in. There's a small, private backyard with high walls. The next house over has an upstairs window that looks down into the yard. I don't notice it. I'm completely focused on you. But you do.
