I will save you the pain of overdevelopment of this story and skip ahead a few months. Natalie and I, as predicted, started seeing each other and our relationship began to take a serious turn. I took her out for our first Valentine's Day dinner. She was wearing a sexy blue dress with plenty of cleavage revealed, and it was all I could do not to tear her clothes off in the restaurant. Our conversation somehow turned to the tittilating subject of sexual adventure, and what kinds of things we would be willing to do. As the wine began to kick in, and my own filtering system began being disassembled, I shared with her my interest in seeing her with another man. I have no idea where that idea came from. I had never up to that point pondered the subject with any seriousness, but at that moment in time, the idea crystallized in my mind: I am the kind of guy who wants to watch his girl get fucked by another man! I, for reasons only known to the Gods, shared this proclivity with Natalie and I could see through her eyes that she was turned on by the thought. However, being the buttoned down girl that she was, the chance that something like this would ever happen was at best remote.
Our temperature-rising conversation ended as the check came, and we made our way to my SUV. Both of us were still tingling from too much wine as well as the remnants of that glorious conversation. When we got in the truck and turned onto road for our drive home, both of us knew something was about to happen. I just don't think either one of us knew exactly what that might be. For the benefit of the reader, I will share with you what the road looked like so you can best imagine the scenario. It was one of those 3 lane semi-highways that go through a town, but also possessing traffic lights every half mile or so. Being that we were only within a handful of miles from both of our homes, this was probably the last place one would think a typically reserved girl like Natalie would unleash her inner freak. But, the great thing about high doses of ferimones in the air (not to mention wine in the blood stream) is that once they are released, there is no stopping what comes next.
What came next was Natalie, at a red light, sliding across her front seat to mine and hopping on to me, straddling me with her legs. She was wedged precariously between me and the steering wheel, and she first hiked up her dress, and then undid my belt. I took her cue and slid my pants down to my ankles. One leg of course had to come out of the pant leg so I wouldn't drive right off the road. For those of you keeping score at home, this act was not on the driving test at your local DMV.
I am not one to describe each specific sexual act, but I will say that it did not take her very long to completely insert my cock into her. At this point, the light had turned green and I began to move forward, trying to lean to my left so as to see around her and not ruin this event by doing something stupid like crashing. She began moving up and down slowly, creating that feeling you are all familiar with. It is the height of sexual pleasure, when both man and woman can feel everything so much that it becomes an out of body experience. Being the breast man that I am, I proceeded to slide her dress straps down her arms and shimmied her dress down to her waist. Her exquisite breasts were now right in front of my face, so I then executed what one would have to consider text book nipple sucking/highway driving. Natalie was so wound up by this that she arched her back significantly against the steering wheel. Thankfully, the light ahead turned yellow and I could begin slowing down. As I crept up to the red light, a few other cars began to fill in the lanes around us. Out the driver's side door was a younger couple who looked right through my window and had the luxury of not only seeing Natalie's tits arched out in front of my face, but they made direct eye contact with her in her ecstatic state. She stared at them as she moved up and down on my cock, her tits bouncing gently, and her mouth slightly agape. It was all the other couple could do to smile and continue to stare.
Once the light turned green, the couple drove along side us for a couple minutes before finally driving off ahead. The feeling of sex while driving, and the provocative nature of Natalie's engagement with the newly found audience was enough to push me over the edge and make me release into her. Release isn't even the proper word. I think erupt may encapsulate the action a bit better. She climbed off of me, I continued to drive with my pants down and my cock out, until we safely reached my home. Nothing was said of the episode the rest of that evening, nor was it discussed at any time after that. This would prove to be Natalie's modus operandi for the duration of our relationship.
