Chapter 3

“See why I call it my "stroke me" car?” he asked as he glanced in my direction. “Yes,” I said, nodding my agreement. We headed home after a bit, but not before he took me over by the airport so that we could sit in our favorite spot while watching the airplanes come in and take off. Today was different; he had other things on his mind than just watching the airplanes.

We parked in a secluded spot far away from any other cars that might stop by for an evening of watching the planes; before he barely had parked the car; he was grabbing my face in his hands and pulling me in for a long passionate kiss.

He asked me, “You want to go in the backseat, so we can be closer?”

Nodded, thinking that was better than having the column separate us and hinder any movement. We both opened our car doors and got out trying not to look too suspicious getting into the backseat of our own vehicle. The sun was starting to set so it was getting darker in the car, which was to our advantage, the tinted windows of the mustang helped to further hide us from anyone seeing. He grinned at me when we were both sitting in the backseat, and I remember thinking this was so incredibly naughty and so unlike him, I wondered what had gotten into him.

“We need to christen the new ride,” he answered my unspoken thoughts with a wicked laugh. I laughed and slid closer to him, as he wrapped his arms around me pulling me tighter against his body.

He laid me back on the seat softly, and grinning, said, “Thank god you are wearing that sundress today.”

He slowly traced his fingertips up and down my arms, sending shivers and goose bumps across my skin, as I positioned my legs around his body. He leaned over me to kiss me softly; I could feel his warm, moist lips part mine as his tongue cavorted and twisted within my mouth. I slipped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer, running my fingertips through his hair. He moaned and pushed his hardening manhood into my thigh. I could feel the heat from him against me, my mind exploding with thoughts of desire and lust as I felt his throbbing penis straining against his pants, wanting and waiting to be released. He kissed me hard, probing his tongue deeper in my mouth, swirling his tongue around mine. He pulled back and trailed kisses down my neck, very delicately and deliberately, focusing upon the line of my jaw as he made his way down to my breasts that were begging to be touched, my hardened nipples could be seen against the outside of my dress. The thin fabric doing nothing to hide my growing arousal, he cupped my breasts tenderly in his hands, gingerly squeezing my nipples through the fabric of my dress and bra. I leaned my head back and moaned softly.

He trailed kisses over my breasts, casually biting my nipple through the fabric, I moaned in delight. I reached my hand down so I could feel his hardness beneath his pants. I tickled my fingertips up and down his hardening shaft, scratching the fabric lightly with my short nails. He moaned as he slid his hands down my sides and beneath my dress.

“Oh baby,” he said just before he began kissing me again, trailing his palms up my skin, he gripped my breasts in his hands, feeling the round mounds beneath my silky bra. He kissed me harder, pressing his hardness into my thigh, grinding his hips back and forth until he was rubbing up against my panties; I could feel his hard manhood throbbing beneath his pants, the hot heat pulsating against my panties. He pinched my nipples in his fingertips, kissing me more passionately; my panties grew wetter with each passing moment.

Pushing his hard shaft against my wet panties, I moaned softly as he grinded into my clit, arousing me more with his intense movements. Slipping his hands down my sides lightly, I felt myself longing for him to caress my breasts again, his strong hands gripping my breasts making me feel safe and secure as his tongue swirled around mine, arousing me more and more. He found the strings for my panties and pulled them down with both hands on either side of my body. I maneuvered my legs up and out of my panties as he pulled them off my long slender legs.

He nonchalantly tossed the panties into the front seat, “those are mine, a little souvenir,” he said as he grinned at me.

My mouth opened to protest and then I thought this is a new side of him, I liked it, it was exciting and erotic. I repositioned my legs around his waist as his fingertips lingered over my inner thighs, causing soft sensations across my supple skin. He glided his fingers deliberately up and down my slit sliding a finger into my wetness.

I felt an immediate sense of wistful yearning in my genitals as I became moist soaking his finger. His finger probed within me, wriggling, and penetrating causing a building pleasure within my loins. I leaned my head back on the leather seat, moaning softly as he continued to explore my wetness with his finger, inserting another finger he began briskly stroking his fingers in and out of my soaked lips. He pulled his fingers out completely, creating a sense of ravenousness desire within me. I spread my legs further and moved my hips up and down with an urgency of lust and wanting a release that would allow me to feel an absolution from the emotions that were binding me.

“Please baby,” I pleaded as he lowered his mouth to my knee and kissed me cautiously, looking up into my eyes, as though we had not done this before.

He slowly and deliberately kissed down my inner thigh from my knee and stopped just before he reached between my lips. His tongue danced across my wet lips, exploring me with a calculated articulation. Passion and carnal desire rushed through my body as his tongue flittered across my love button. In broad strokes, he caressed my stimulated clit, awakening it with a renewed ecstasy. I felt tickles of sensations flutter across my skin, as I desperately wanted to move my hips to bring my damp fold closer to his lips that were now suckling my clit. Begging in my mind for him to stop this teasing, I wanted to feel his hardened manhood deep within me. He continued sucking and licking me, probing his fingers deep within me, until I felt the mounting pressure of a great release escalating within my body, tingling across my abdomen. I felt my muscles clamp down in a vast explosion of wetness as I saturated his fingers with my luscious secretions.

He removed his pants in the backseat of the car, not an easy task but he accomplished it. As he wrapped his arms around my body, he pulled me closer as he positioned himself between my legs.

“Is this what you want baby, what you crave,” he asked in a sultry voice, looking into my eyes.

“Yes, please, I want to feel you within me, I crave you,” I responded in a provocative voice, letting him know that I wanted him and only him.

He ever so slightly pushed his manhood to the lips of my pleasure place, teasing me he slid up and down rubbing across my love button. I was practically screaming in my mind for him to be inside me, I patiently waited anticipating the moment I would feel him plunge deep within me. I grabbed anxiously at his shoulders urging him to slide within me. He hesitated and smiled at me, knowing that I was craving him and would do anything to feel his hardness within me, knowing he had the power to release me from my lust and desire that was aching within my belly. I felt a rush of relief as he thrust his hardened member deep in me.

Faster and deeper he pounded inside of me, causing immense pleasure, soon I was moaning in joy, his hard shaft deep within me. His arms wrapped tighter around my body holding me closer as he continued to penetrate deep within me, I could feel his hard shaft deeper, and his balls hit against my butt. Stroking in and out, he continued to bring me to a swelling orgasm that had begun to assemble within my body. My body began to tremble as I felt a wave of emotion wash over me, as I released my grasp and gave way to pure satisfaction. I lay on the seat trembling as I felt a rush of warmth fill me as he collapsed on top of me. Stroking his hair nonchalantly with my hand and tracing my fingertips up and down his back, he moaned quietly.

“Well we better get dressed and head home. I would hate to get caught by the police for this, that would be an embarrassing phone call to our parents,” I said with a light-hearted laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he said getting up and putting his pants back on.

I straightened my dress and got out of the car on wobbly legs. I got into the front seat and could feel his saltiness leaving a mark on my dress. Good thing it is not far to home, I thought, imagining a wet spot on the new seat. I glanced in the backseat and saw there was no after mark from our recent lovemaking. He got in and started the car, grabbing my hand he brought my fingertips to his lips and kissed gently, he opened the glove box and with a laugh stuck my panties in there and shut it. We drove home in silence, enjoying the aftermath of our lovemaking in our own ways. That night we laid in bed, holding onto one another and fell asleep, tired, and content.