They all stared appreciatively at Nitin’s brand new Opel. It was a silver colored estate wagon with a rooftop.
“Great job, Nitin,” Sunny complimented.
“Aw shucks,” Nitin answered. “The amount of traveling we do, I guess, the estate was long overdue.”
“Gimme the keys, I gotta take a ride.”
“Sure thing, Sunny. Hey, Rita, get the keys and give ‘em to your brother.”
Rita disappeared inside the house. “Take her with you,” Nitin whispered.
Sunny stared at Nitin for a while before he understood. He grinned.
After Rita returned with the keys, she tossed them over to her brother.
Sunny got in the drivers seat and yelled, “Hey, Rita, come on in. I might need a guide here.”
She laughed and got in the car.
The rest of the family watched as the car disappeared around the corner.
“Great car, Rita,” he told her.
“Yeah, it is,” she answered.
She was wearing a knee length conservative skirt and a loose blouse. Her long brown hair was tied in a ponytail behind her. She sat there, staring ahead, her knees crossed.
“I guess I’m gonna drive to the race course,” he declared.
“Great.”
The racecourse was a couple of miles away from the house. Located in a quiet area that belonged to the army, it had long since ceased to be a racecourse. The army was now cultivating a mango groove there, and the tranquil, quiet place was now a favorite haunt for lovers.
He parked the car under a large mango tree. There were a few other cars parked in the racecourse, but they were scattered all around.
“So, Rita, how’s things going?” he asked, lighting up a cigarette.
“Cool, I guess. How’s it with you?”
“Fantastic. You know me. Lucky that Priya’s got a appetite that’s larger than mine,” he laughed.
She blushed, looking out of the window.
“How’s it with you and Nitin?” he asked.
“Oh come on, Sunny.”
“Hey, just asking. No big deal, ok?”
“Actually, he’s pretty good.”
“As good as me?”
“Aw, Sunny, that was long ago. Forget it.”
“How can I? You know me. Just looking at you, I feel like lapping out your cunt right now.”
She blushed again. But she couldn’t help but feel her heart hammering as she recalled all those times she had spent with him.
“I don’t think it’s right, Sunny.”
He flipped the cigarette out of the window and began to close it.
“Close the window on your side,” his voice was hoarse.
“Sunny!”
“Come on, Rita. I gotta hard on.”
Looking into his eyes, she slowly began to wind up the window. The car had tinted glasses, and the location of the racecourse, she thought was just right.
She felt her juices gush out as he stretched one hand and slid the rooftop aside.
“You stand on the seat and poke your head outta the rooftop so you can keep an eye outside.”
Her heart hammering, she obeyed him, standing on the seat and thrusting her head out of the rooftop. She gripped the sides of the car top with her hands, ensuring that from her shoulders below, she was well inside the vehicle.
“See anybody out there?” Sunny asked, his hands pushing the skirt up her thighs to reveal blue lace panties.
“N-no,” she replied, gasping as she felt his lips on her crotch.
“Mmmm…I always loved the taste of your cunt, even when it is inside your panties, Rita. The taste and the smell, Ummmm…” He opened his mouth wide and placed it over her crotch.
She wiggled her buttocks, clutching the cold metal of the car top and thrust her hips forward to mash it into his face.
She glanced below her, pushing her shoulders and waist behind so that she could see the top of his head moving as his tongue lapped at her panty-covered pussy.
She pushed one hand below her and gripped the top of his head, pressing him deeper. “Oh God, Sunny, stop fooling around. It’s been such a long time! Put your tongue in my cunt, oh please, hurry up!”
He laughed, using his teeth to pull her panties down over her hips, and then pulling them all the way with his hands. She lifted her legs, one after the other, allowing him to remove the garment and expose her brown colored muff.
She moaned when he dove between her legs, his tongue stabbing her erect clitoris, lips cupped around it.
“Ooohh Sunny! That’s so good, oh god yes, lick me, god, oh, oh, like that, yes, put your finger in my pussy, oh god, yes…”
He did exactly that. Sucking and nibbling at her clit, he put one finger inside her sopping pussy and as she continued staring at the back of his head, he reached up with his other hand, pushing it into her blouse and fumbled with the hooks of her brassiere.
“Wait!” she gasped, “let me do it.”
He kept his hand inside her blouse while she unhooked the bra expertly without having to put her hand inside. She moaned when his calloused palm spread over one naked tit and started to knead the flesh.
When his tongue entered her pussy, she stifled a scream and looked around the racecourse to ensure that there was no one within earshot.
All her nerves concentrated around the tip of his tongue and his fingers pinching her nipples, and, suddenly, she realized that she was on the verge of an orgasm.