Fairy Falls
I'm still stunned. What an exquisite time.
I had to drive for half an hour. He wanted me to wear only the white shirt I wear when I'm home alone. No bra, no panties and no skirt. I thought about it real hard but couldn't do without the skirt, not through the heavy traffic area. So I dressed, white shirt and black skirt, got in the car and drove.
Three quarters of the way there, I pulled over onto the side of the road and took the skirt off.
The traffic the rest of the way would be light, the weather wasn't wonderful, overcast sky and more mist the further up the Range I drove. It was just my luck to get stuck behind a fully laden truck going up the winding hills. The first chance I saw, I took. I changed down to third, then went to accelerate past him, suddenly realising that the driver in the truck was going to have an ear to ear face-splitting grin at the sight I made as I overtook him.
I hauled the car back in behind the truck almost cursing, then followed him up the winding road for another few minutes. Thankfully, he turned off onto the beach route and I put my foot down, making up for lost time.
I arrived at the car park and pulled in behind his car. Odd, I had remembered his car as being dark blue, but it was in fact black. He got out and came to my window and I could not look away from his face for he was trembling. He has a lower lip that truly trembles when he is seriously aroused. His eyes dropped to the front of my shirt then to my bare legs.
He mentioned something about other cars parking beside us and that he'd found a better place to park… I was to follow him and park to his right, which I did. The threatening rain began drizzling lightly and there was a little river of water running alongside the car. No other cars could park beside us. We were in a rarely used entranceway to the scenic bush and the white gate across the entrance was closed.
He climbed out of his car, then opened my door for me. We stood together on the side of the road, a public road, and he looked at me. I could barely see straight, I was so aroused and when he lifted my shirt to see if I had any panties on, I didn't even think to stop him. Anybody could have driven around the corner at that point and seen me clearly standing there with only a shirt on. And with all the greenery around, the white shirt glowed.
He smiled, then pressed his hand against me, and then very softly ran his fingers through my hair. "So soft, so beautiful."
I bit my lower lip and half hid behind my hair. A thought struck me. I lifted my chin, looked at his face, at his eyes saying "Two can play at that game," and my hand moved down to the hard bulge in his jeans, my palm rubbing against him, slow and firm.
He opened the back door of my car beckoning me to get in and just relax. He went around to the front of the car and climbed in the passenger side.
"Get comfortable," he said, "but put a towel out because it looks like you might need it."
Too aroused to be mortified, I did as he suggested and grabbed a towel to sit on. I fluffed around and spread the towel out, straightening bumps in it but stopped when he touched my shoulder saying it was okay.
I sat back, using another towel as an impromptu cushion against the small of my back and half turned so I was angled on the seat, my legs bent and feet on the rise in the back floor. I felt comfortable until I looked up into his eyes. He had waited for me to look.
"Show me. Show me what you look like. Show me what you know you want me to see." His voice was quiet; quiet, steady and sure.
I lay my hands on the tops of my pressed together legs, feeling the smoothness of the morning shave and enjoying the touch.
His eyes followed my hands as they moved between my knees and slowly upwards. I was mesmerised by the look in his eyes, he couldn't tear his brown orbs away from my hands. Knowing that nearly undid me. I almost stopped. His eyes were tied to my hands by some invisible golden chord. My body throbbed.
His hands unzipped his jeans. Oh dear god! I was going to see his cock. I stared at it just as he stared at my hands. Without conscious thought, my hands moved between my thighs, his hands pulled his cock from his trousers. My lips parted and my breathing became shallow. Holding his cock in one hand, he stroked up and down. I couldn't bear to look away.
I'd never seen a man stroking himself before... Stroking himself because he was turned on by looking at me. Turned on by what he was seeing.
My mind seemed to implode with the realisation, somehow my clitty was tingling, then I realised my hand had reached its target and I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back so I could simply feel the hot flush rushing through my body.
"Oh yes... Look how wet you are... Your lips are so beautiful." His voice soft and low, barely heard. And then he touched me. My eyes flew open, my own hand stilled but the feeling in my body intensified as I saw his hand against me, felt his fingers sliding slowly up and down my pussy lips. "Mmm so soft." My eyes drifted closed and my body throbbed with joy at his touch.
"Oh god you know exactly how to touch me." This, as his finger slid into me. Then I was lost in sensation as his finger moved in and out and he found my g spot, pressed then eased, pressed then eased.
His finger left me, his hand brushed against the smoothness of my inner thigh.
"Look at me," he whispered.
My eyes flew open and I watched in complete fascination as he sucked his finger. He was sucking and licking my juices off his finger! Dear god! He looked so sexy and he made me feel sensual in return. When he stopped licking, his serious face still, his eyes saying “I want you.”
He turned away. A car went past. I slipped low onto the back seat, fully aware my knees were in all likelihood, plainly visible. He grinned then. And I giggled. It was such a weird feeling, anybody could have seen us. I grinned and laughed.
The laughter stopped when he twisted in his seat, leaned down and licked my pussy. Oh dear god! His tongue was soft and firm at the same time. He found my clitty and stroked her. He licked up one lip and down the other. I shook with desire. Tongues have such a perfect touch, or at least his did.
He lifted his head and the look of astonishment on his face had me in fits of laughter again. A bus cruised past slowly.
"That was full of kids. I should have kept my head down."
I could only nod in complete agreement.
He enjoyed eye contact I think. He looked directly into my eyes often, when he wasn't looking at my hand that is.
"Hmm what's this? Ah I see you brought a toy, ah and you brought your vibe too. Well done. Now, let's see what you can do with this." He handed me the plastic wrapped carrot that he'd taken from my handbag on the driver seat.
With my eyes, I asked him if he was sure. His small nod confirmed, "Unwrap it and show me." Any other tone would have been a demand. The soft voice he used melted any indecision I may have had. I unwrapped the carrot, held it between finger and thumb, straight up at eye level, then looked across at him. No smile. Just serious concentration as he stared at the carrot and stroked himself. I held it steady, waiting. His eyes met mine and I raised one eyebrow. He nodded.
