Just your every day, run-of-the-mill trip into the big city. But I hadn't been home in months, and was just beaming sitting next to you in the truck. And with that outward radiance of happiness came the inevitable longing, lusting desire...
Riding next to you, innocently lying my head in your lap, and almost dozing off to the rhythmic pull of your fingers through my hair, I am overcome with a deluge of fantasy. Dreaming up all kinds of schemes that I could drive you to the edge with, I am quickly turning up the heat in the small cab of the truck, even if only in my own mind. But I know you can tell what I'm thinking, especially when I lightly stroke up and down your thighs...up...down...trailing fingers so slowly and sensuously that I can almost feel those same caresses on my own body. Was that my moan or yours? I can't tell...everything is so surreal while I am under the influence of lust.
With my hand up your shirt, and my cheek in your lap, I know you're having a hard time keeping your eyes on the road. Your silent plea doesn't go unnoticed. I just enjoy watching you struggle as much as you enjoy the things I do to you. Even more sslllloooooowwwllllyyyy...trailing my nails across every inch of your body that I can reach. I know you're dying for the pleasure only I can give you...
I can see your knuckles turning white against the dark steering wheel...Damn, you must be feeling about the same as me. Being away from you this long puts me on a hair trigger. I slowly sit up, propping myself up on your shoulder so I can gain access to your neck. I can feel you flinch as my hot tongue glides wetly across your smooth flesh. The combined tastes of masculinity and your hypnotic cologne melt in my mouth, eliciting a coo of delight from all of my senses. I revel in your taste as my free hand continues to explore your strapped-in body. Licking your ear, I slowly undo your zipper. You're so caught up in my tongue ministrations that you hardly notice until I struggle to free your heavy cock.
What? Why would you want me to hold the steering wheel at this particular moment? Oh man! What are you doing? I am both delighted and horrified to take the wheel and stare as you rip off your shirt, and pull your pants down to your knees while traveling 80 miles an hour on the freeway. The rational side of me is asking what the hell you're thinking, and that we'll get pulled over. Lucky for you, the irrational horny side is shouting nasty suggestions inside my head and hoping we do get caught by a few lusty onlookers.
