Nature boy, the car.

We cruise around on your car in the dark, rain shattering on the window pane. We chat about life and choices and listen to a record roll in the background. The journey is aimless our intentions are not. We pull up for a while and kiss and stroke and I suck and you touch and then decide to drive further to a spot of seclusion. You have one hand on the wheel your other is wedged between my warm white thighs. One foot on the dash board. You're stroking my clit and my eyes are closed and I'm moaning softly and breathing deeply and hoping you don't kill us both with reckless and abandoned driving. The rains still hammering down as we pull up in some secluded woody shade.

You roll a draw and we smoke slowly. The warmth of the effect mellowing my brain. We start to kiss again slowly, sucks and pecks. I run my tongue languidly up and down your neck. You touch my collar bones and tell me that you like the line where my décolletage curves into my breast. We clamber into the back of the car. I lay back, my feet pressed to the ceiling your head buried in my cunt. You're licking me and it feels fucking good. I tell you how good it is and you 'Mmm' in agreement. I'm so wet and excited and I beg for flesh inside me, your fingers, your cock. I stroke your with my hands and lips until the hardness in my clutches is to much not to have.

 You skin up and I sit over your lap and push onto you. We both gasp. It's so tight. I push down hard and bounce and clamber up on to the balls of my feet and bop up and down. You're muttering extremities and holding my hips and fucking back hard. We twist so I'm on my back and you start to lay into me. You're thick and it's painful and exquisite. I tell you to pinch my nipples how I like it and you oblige and twitch as a moan. You push harder. My head bumps against the car door, the windows drip with condensation, the air is palpable and reeks of latex and sex. You sweat onto my skin, your t-shirt sticks to your back as your muscles flex. You pull out and harden your cock by rubbing it against my clit and then you thrust back inside me.

My orgasm has been building insistently. I'm touching myself and you spit on my slit to make It slick and easy. It, the orgasm, hits me in a hard contraction and I moan and clench and gush sticky hot liquid all over you and me and the seat of the car. Your thrusts slow. I sit up and we giggle and you ask if I'm OK and I smile. I ask you where and how you want to come and you reply, while we kiss that you want to come in my mouth. I suck hard, choke, spit and pleasure you with my hand until you coats my throat in a shudder. I swallow a little and spit the rest onto the floor outside, we kiss again and I smile.