Author's note: In England the driver's side of a car is on the right. Hope you enjoy Sunita's continuing adventures.
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Sunita Johansson had always stood out from the crowd owing to the combination of coffee-coloured flesh inherited from a pretty Indian mother and a mane of golden hair accountable to a Swedish father. Yet until the age of 25, for reasons known only to Sunita herself, her sexuality had been repressed. However, courtesy of a series of steamy and voyeuristic telephone calls with the mysterious Paul and the interest shown by supervisor Brian, a man over twice her age, the genie was well and truly out of the bottle. As the volunteer worker followed Brian to the car, little did she know how the evening would unfold.
It was that uncertainty, coupled with a recently acquired sluttish abandon that turned on Sunita to such a degree that her cunt was dripping at the thought, a gust of wind brushing her barely covered moist labia, her heart thumping like a metronome.
Sunita climbed in beside the much older man, a slave to his whim. As the inner light flicked on, Brian glanced over, allowing a moment to savour a pair of legs that was almost completely exposed as the short skirt shrank up her thighs. Hooking the seatbelt across her chest, the fullness and curve of Sunita's expansive bosom was accentuated. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," Brian enthused, unable to stop himself reaching aside to press a finger against his passenger's moist pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh," groaned Sunita, nostrils flaring, front teeth sinking into her lip as the thick digit parted the soft lush labia, before exploring the fleshy folds within.
Brian smiled, holding the finger motionless to allow Sunita to move up and down upon the tip, tweaking the inflated clit. Her breathing exaggerated like a climber at high altitude, her loins aflame, the chug of the engine starting up sent a wave through her whole body. Withdrawing the finger, Brian sucked upon it longingly before issuing a nod of appreciation as he took the wheel. Embarrassedly Sunita tugged at the hem of the skirt, desperately trying to cover herself. Yet the act was in vain.
As they exited the car park, Brian reached over unexpectedly, locking his fingers around a slim wrist and pulling her hand across to his groin where a thick ridge ran down to the left thigh. "Look...this is what you do to me," he exclaimed, pressing her fingers to the bulge.
Sunita ran an inquisitive digit the entire length, evaluating a good eight inches of semi-hard manhood. "Where are you taking me?" she whispered.
Brian said nothing, eyes slanting, hands squeezing the wheel as Sunita's slender fingers found the bulbous tip through the material of the trousers. Lovingly she traced the length back with a flat palm, marvelling at its size and shape, continuing to stroke until the golden lights of town had all extinguished and the way ahead was darkened. As overhanging branches scraped the side of the car, Brian cut a path down the narrow track.
A hundred yards on, dimmed lights filled Sunita's eyes. She turned to Brian questioningly but his lips remained tight as he manoeuvred in between two stationary cars. Turning her head, Sunita raised the playful hand from his groin, placing it to her mouth in shock. Less than an arm's length away, illuminated by a fuzzy glow, a couple copulated wildly in the driver's seat of the car next door. The middle aged man sat behind, his willing female partner of similar age bouncing in his lap, her head thrown back and mouth wide open in the throes of ecstasy. Large hands cupped and squeezed at her juggling breasts, eliciting audible groans of lust. Sunita felt her fingers drawn magnetically to her groin.
