I want it now. I lean into him and kiss him tenderly.
He reciprocates with effortless moves. Our lips tangle together and his hands stroke my face and neck. I can feel myself contracting and getting wet. I can hear some harsh electrical crackle of pylons high above our heads. Tight curling coils of metal, brimming with pent up energy.
His hands stroke and cup and squeeze my breasts, through my clothes. He tells me he loves them. I laugh and tell him that's because they're great and he laughs too. He pulls down my top and starts to stroke the skin. It feels delicious. He dips his head down and sucks my nipples and I'm wiggling in my jeans and desperate to pull them down. We're still kissing, brash and desperate and any skill clocked off a long time ago.
He unbuttons my jeans, I slide down the zip, I arch my back and yank them down my legs. His hand strokes between my thighs. I moan into his mouth. I am soaking. Really wet. Really ready. Really wanting. I let him play with me until I can't resist
"Can we fuck? Can we just fuck here? Please? It's quiet enough".
He agrees. We clamber into the back of the car. I yank down his pants. His cock is hard and thick and mine right now. I kick my jeans off one leg, bend over his lap and slide him into my throat. He moans and is obviously appreciative. I suck and enjoy him, he strokes me while I suck and purr against him, and then it's about time.
I lay on my back, my feet are high in the air, pressed on the inside roof of the car. I yank at his top and pull him towards me. His cock slides into me and its so filling, it's almost painful. We both moan. I need to come. I frantically stroke myself and climax in an aching, deep contraction. I can see him smiling at me, just about, in the dark. We carry on fucking. He leans in to kiss me and I can taste the salt of fresh sweat on his lips. The windows are steamed up. My hand slides against the glass. The sex is aggressive and desperate. Car lights flash past intermittently.
We separate and catch breath. Light a joint and smoke and have a giggle together. I ask if he wants me to suck him and he says yes if I do, and I say I want to do what he wants. I get to it, slowly sucking him into my mouth. Stroking and wetting with spit, jerking him with my hand. He tells me in a growl that he's going to come. Streams of ejaculate catch up in my mouth, my cheeks bulge as I pouch all the membranous white gunk in them. I kneel up and spit it in a gob of pearl essence, out of the window. He tells me I'm a dirty fucking girl and I grin at him.
We carry on driving, he shows me a few other outdoors projects he's working on. We get out and wander around an orchard, eat some wild garlic and smoke a little more. On our way home through the country lanes, I ask him to stop the car. I pull his lips hard against mine. I tell him I want him to touch my pussy again.We yank off my jeans and he kisses me and thrusts his fingers deeply inside me, until I gush all over the seat of the car. I catch my breath, pull my jeans back up and we drive home.
When I get home I'm still wanting, we kiss goodbye and I say I'll see him soon. I quietly get into the house ad lock the door. I lay down on the sofa and take off my jeans. My groin is swollen, sopping and fucked, I take a quick picture and send it to him, he likes that sort of thing. I stroke my clit and rock my body against my finger tips until I bring myself to a heady and intense climax, the sensation shatters through me and my breath rattles through the quiet house.
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