A hazy image of the back seat of a car and the white glare of nylon panties stretched across a humid pulsing pussy. Your fingertips stroke the damp cloth
as your tongue probes the hot, yawning mouth. Pulling the nylon aside with a finger, you actually hear the squish of your finger sinking into the drooling
slot. She whimpers and thrust her hips against your hand. Rolling the tiny button of flesh, your finger probes the slushy hot region, strange jerking
urges causing your thighs to tremble and your hips to jerk. You reach for the waist band of the panties and she freezes against you. Her hand clamps around your wrist and she pulls her gasping mouth from yours.
The word is a low wail. Your balls ache and your mind can’t focus. Both her hands hold your wrist and she backs away from you, her white bra heaving in the darkness.
Disappointment, hunger, anger, and then frustration. Urgent words of cajoling and sincere promises. She shakes her head through it all still clutching your wrist, her soft thighs clamped around your hand.
Begging doesn’t prevail nor does threats. Exasperation joins your frustration. As a last ditch effort, you unzip and unveil the swollen body member that
pleads for gratification. As if mesmerized, she stares in the semi-light at your pulsing cock. Absent mindedly she releases your wrist and strokes her
naked thighs. Her eyes are wide and she whispers a request. Too excited to speak, you nod assent.
Her slender fingers reach out timidly, her fingernail glazing the underside and you almost shoot off! She pauses, regroups and with new courage strokes the dark head. Your whole body jerks with pleasure. She asks a question and you squeak out an answer. She asks another and you gasp. The though makes your dick jerk violently. It pleases her that she can cause it to react.
Both hands cup the passion swollen flesh then curl around it and squeeze gently. White lights explode in your head and you can’t even stifle the
whimper. She whispers something about its heat and leans closer to your cock. Her fingers are moving slightly, rubbing and squeezing. A tremor runs through your aching balls and you suddenly know that it is too late. With a gasp and a thrust of your hips . . .
March 21, 2011