In a while I sped onto the motorway once more, refreshed by the lemonade and ice cream you took so much pleasure in buying for us both; my lips still cool from this treat. We soon get up to speed joining the other sparse traffic; I have to close the windows again to keep out the noise of the road, relying on the fan to keep us cool in the blazing sun.
I look at you and you gaze ahead, the long wide road stretching for so far ahead. We could drive all day if we wanted. As the window closed out the sounds of the road we sense we are alone in the car, alone in our own precious world, happy like little children.
At this time, the road seems to clear as soon as we pass a long, articulated lorry. It is a lovely feeling and I see you spread yourself luxuriously onto the seat beside me, just as a cat might, after its dinner and a pleasant stroke from the mistress. I let off the power and we cruise in comfort on the straight road.
Reaching out I touch your thigh; you slip down the seat even further and sigh at the feel of my fingers through your thin skirt. Mellow sounds fill the car from the stereo and I look in the mirror to see the lorry fade into a dot behind us. Like a child, checking that no one was watching before stealing a treat, I let my hand slide along your soft skin, cleverly gripping the thin cloth so that the skirt slid upwards with my hand.
Soon, I felt the shape of your thigh as it blended into your groin.
I pretend that you do not realise that I had slyly exposed your legs, thrilling in the knowledge that you do know it!
You sigh again and caress my hand as if to tell it to go on.
I crudely pull your skirt high and gaze at the thin white briefs disappearing between your thighs. My hand gently glides over the tempting cloth and I feel already you are damp.
I flick my eyes to the road and stay in line, safely. Indeed, I keep my head facing ahead and let my fingers walk blindly over your sexy flesh.
Your legs part for me, half in relaxation and half in yielding pleasure-seeking desire. I slide along the pouting lips beneath the cloth and tempt them to part for me. As I do so, you let out a sigh and I feel the gap between the spongy, swelling lips.
I want to feel you properly and risking spoiling the ambience, I ask you to remove them for me.
My voice is husky and very unconvincing yet you obey immediately.
I watch you pull them over your feet at the same time, placing them on the consul between us.
I let you relax again and then pull your skirt up once more.
This time I look at you and you smile back at me. Pulling my hand from the gear lever, you place it on your leg for me in invitation.
I feel crude at once and push at your thighs to open them. I can see your sex so clearly. I check the road and then gaze at your exposed skin in turn. The sun is hot on my hand and it shines fully on your sex, down your thighs to your knees. I lift the skirt higher and you help by grabbing it for me, holding it out of the way. Your sex is totally open to my greedy eyes. I touch you there and again you thrill me with a sigh. You slide down the seat and open yourself even more for me. I let my fingers slide over you enjoying so much lovely woman-ness, as if I was a rich man adoring his treasure.
Liquid simply dripped from you and I scooped it onto my fingers and brought it to my mouth. I waited for you to open your eyes and watch me.
You did so and I held my sopping fingers in the sunlight. Happy that you can see me, I lift it to my mouth and with exaggerated movements; I lick it as if it were the best cream in the world.
I half expected you to feign shock, which would amuse me, but instead, you do even better and simply smile, lift a hand to soothe my lips in a happy gesture and feed my fingers into my mouth, sharing my delight. I see your legs close in desire at the same time, your muscles clamping tight on your sex, tingling, sending thrills into your belly.
Ahead of us is a lorry and I start to pull out into the middle lane. In a few seconds we pass the long, heavy truck, its huge wheels making such a noise beside us, showing how much power the engine has. As we pass I look up high to see the driver, way above us, his eyes on the road, merely glancing down briefly at the car beside him.
As if you could feel his eyes, your legs crossed covering yourself.
I looked back in the mirror later and he showed no sign that he saw anything more than a passing car.
Again, ahead, the road is clear and we glide on smoothly.
Now you pull my hand from my mouth and return it to your sex. This time you lift one leg and rest it on the door in comfort, the other pushed close toward me against the consul between us; you want to open yourself to me as much as you can. The sun shines on you in an intimate way and also thrills you with its affection.
I can feel the same sensation on my skin as the bright warm sun joins us in our love car. You reach beside the car seat and adjust the backrest so that you can lay back further. This allows you to push up your hips into my hands, encouraging me and guiding me by moving into my touch.
I smooth your thighs pulling them apart just to emphasise my delight at your unladylike position, trying to fix them where they are. You turn your head to face me and roll closer, watching me drive, stealing lusty glances at your body. I sense the feeling of joy in you at my adoring looks and the growing confidence in your head as I respond in such a positive way, sharing exactly the thrills that you enjoy. I push your thighs but they cannot open any more.
You wiggle your hips to suggest that you are trying to expose your body totally for me. My hand slides along your tingling thigh and approaches your puffed sex. Tenderly I glide my palm over it, as an embrace, a gesture of love, an affectionate caress and you push yourself into me. I want to tease you further and just let my palm rub over your trimmed hairs, feeling the swollen lips peeping through.
You sigh and hold my wrist with both hands. I let you pull me close and the damp from your sex spreads over my palm and my fingers slip into the lovely crease of your bottom, touching your bum sexily. Now you are covered again, but you are not shy anymore; you want to feel my touch. There is another lorry ahead; I have to pull out to the middle lane again. I do this and you remain unaware, your face to me and your eyes closed a look of pleasure on your face. As we approach the lorry, you hear its loud wheels and I sense you stiffen in fear.
"Don't move darling" I order.
You remain still yet you are still stiff and I can sense your distress. As we cruise past, you roll your head even further to me.
"Is he looking at me?" you ask.
"Yes darling, he can see right through the screen and the side window and he is staring at you!" I answered, lying.
I really can't see the driver yet, but I want to tease you and see what you do.