Prologue: This account contains bisexual sex, only. It's a continuation of the series involving Tara, Bryan and myself. If you haven't realized that or read previous chapters, the series is an archive or exploration of our five-year relationship. I love to hear from readers, so please let me know what you think.
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We were headed back from a Nursery Field Day, held in the suburbs. I was driving and had picked her up early, that morning. The Field Day was like "Plant Porn" for us and she was looking at her notes on the way home. It was a relaxing drive down an interstate, and we were rattling on about specific plants that we liked.
She smiled, "Before I forget, I really appreciate you asking me to go...Bryan was teasing me because we had a "plant nerd date."
I laughed, "That pretty much sums it up, sweetie."
When I glanced at her face again, her smile had widened, "I know...he's right."
She unbuckled the seat belt and leaned over; I spotted that sexy grin, as she ran a hand between my legs. Through the jeans, she stroked over the expanding mound.
Then her grip tightened, she stroked the outlined shaft and giggled, "I just want you to know...I usually put out for plant nerds."
"So, you're into plant geeks?"
"Yeah, especially the ones with just the right amount of muscle...lean runner-types," she ran a hand over my chest and worked back down to my crotch. "And I really love plant geeks with hardons like this...big thick hardons!"
She stroked the outline and giggled, "You know the way you and Bryan tease and call me "Candy Pants...all the time?"
"Yeah... but it's not all the time...just once in a while," I grinned.
She giggled, "Well, I really think you should be Candy Pants."
"Sweetie, I feel like somebody's told me that before." With my dick pressing hard against the jeans, I spoke with confidence, "You know...I think we can work something out, here." I always loved how people were mesmerized by a penis...I wasn't huge, but it was enough to open a few doors (or a few panties) and overcome some of my shyness. I think it encouraged me to explore my sexuality. Once I got to college, I finally realized the power a guy had between his legs...I was an alpha nerd and began to embrace it.
I played along, "I'm into plant geeks, too. Especially, blue-eyed plant geeks, with perky tits...like 34-24-36 plant geeks."
She worked her bra off, slipping it under her t-shirt. The t-shirt looked like it was painted over the voluptuous curves and her tits stared at me...they were amazing, perky mounds, topped with hard nipples and quivering with her movements.
"Keep going...sweetie, take it off...I'm enjoying the show!"
She slipped it off and I ran my fingers over the beautiful feminine orbs, feeling the nipples and nestling the heft of each breast in my hand. They were perfection...beautifully sculpted perfection.
She looked into my eyes, "Um...well, I've been sort of thinking about this, all day...maybe takin' him out...mmmm...you got such a beautiful dick...you know...a girl can't always help herself...she can do crazy things."
When I felt her tug the zipper, I remember the sexy hunger in those eyes; I raised off the seat so she could slip my pants down. My underwear was hopelessly trying to contain it and when she started to pull them down, the head popped out over waistband and she squealed, "There's my big plant nerd...mmmm...that's what I need!"
I looked down the road, set the cruise and grinned, "Tell me exactly what you have in mind."
"Well, maybe I just want to talk more about plants...and admire your dick?"
"Well Miss Plant Nerd, if I were a plant, what plant would I be?"
She giggled, "You think your funny, but that's an easy call...remember that Sausage Tree we saw in that conservatory, last year...you are a Sausage Tree.
"Those fruits were huge...you are definitely my favorite Plant Nerd."
"I think it's Kigelia Africana...isn't it?"
"Sounds right...sexy and smart plant nerd, you are! The Catalpa and Jacaranda...and maybe Trumpet Creeper are in that same family."
"I can't believe I'm doing this, but what plant would I be?"
"Something special, sexy and exotic...maybe an orchid, like a Lady's Slipper."
"Well, this's definitely sexy and exotic," she caressed and it stood proud of her hand (hands always look sexy when their wrapped around your dick); her fingers caressed it all over, the slit, the ridge, the swollen, bulbous head. One hand explored the shaft, while she cupped the balls with the other. She gently rolled them, back and forth, in the sac and grinned, "I love these, too...they look yummy!"
Then she sensuously stroked both hands over the shaft, feeling the bump of every precious vein, "Look at him...mmmm...big...hard...cock! Can you drive while I do this?"