Monday, April 20, 2009

Driving



It really had nothing to do with sex. Sitting there in the front seat, windows down, tearing down the highway naked -- damn, what a feeling! She’d never done this before. Something (or someone) told her that it was bad, or dangerous, or illegal, or all of the above. She was nervous, at first. But, when he so easily stripped off the laundry and relaxed into the drive, she felt encouraged. She took off her shorts and underwear. “Underwear, schmunderwear,” she said, with a smile.

Wow, that felt good! The air rushing in through the windows caressed her bare thighs and pussy, like a warm comforting hand. She felt a familiar tingle coursing through her body, but this had nothing to do with sex. He looked over at her, briefly, and smiled. He was so happy that she felt secure with him, and willing to take a step toward sensual liberation. He put his hand on her bare leg and traced its contours up to the delta of the river of her body. She parted her legs, wanting. But, this had nothing to do with sex.

A few miles went by before she realized that no one was really going to see, or notice, if she took off her top. The wind through her hair felt like tiny fingers. They brushed her bare skin. When she lifted her top over her head, they cupped her breasts. She felt so exposed and so free so fucking confident! She was swimming in a sea of sensation, suddenly diving and floating and skimming along like a dolphin. He reached out and stroked her hair.

They rolled along in silence. The sun melted against her skin, pressing into her. She closed her eyes and just felt and smelled the sweet air. He nipples seemed to fly away from her with each breath. Her mind raced. This was not bad or dangerous. She didn’t care if it was illegal. When his right hand touched her chest, she involuntarily exhaled like the wind had been knocked out of her. By the time his fingers fell into her opened crotch, she was buzzing in her own molten liquid. He touched her clit and the world narrowed into one sensual point of light and gravity. This had nothing to do with sex, but she exploded anyway, not caring if the world watched her do it.

8 comments:

  1. Hey, BAK! Thanks for coming along for the ride! Several of us have had a car/car sex thing going on here in blogland this week! Hot, hot, hot story, as usual!

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  2. Thanks, sweetie! Nothin' like a little naked road time....

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  3. This has nothing to do with sex: LOVE this story! LOVE the open road! Windows down, clothes off, let's go!!!

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  4. mmmm, ohhhh, for such a ride, which may have nothing to do with sex.

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  5. This has everything to do with being behind on blog-hopping ... but I'm only reading this now. AND ... loving it.

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  6. P.S. My spamword was "cheri." This means that

    a) The spambot popped my cheri, and
    b) I am likely to have "My Cherie Amour" playing in my head for the rest of the day.

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  7. Oh, no! The spamword for my second comment was "monsta." By commenting twice, I created a monsta!!

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  8. Thanks, so much Jeremy! Nice to get your attention!

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