A few weeks ago, my bride and I took a little drive in our convertible sports car. We were passing an 18-wheeler when she said, “Put your hand in my crotch.”
I said, “He’ll see!”
“Duh!” she said, smiling wryly.
I leaned near her, put my hand between her legs and began to rub. She put on her best naughty girl face, grabbing my hand with her hand. She started wildly squirming and pressing my hand into her.
As we passed the trucker, she laughed lustily and said, “You think he saw us?” “Of course he saw us!” I said, laughing.
A few minutes later she looked over at me and said, “I was just thinking about us finding some little turnout off the highway where we could do it here in the car and not get caught.” I laughed and said, “What’s gotten into you?”
Not a mile down the road we saw a van pulled over in one of the turnouts and two cop cars behind it. “They got caught doing it,” I said. That made her laugh hard.
Later that evening, we were driving back from our errand. It was now dark out, but warm so the top was still down. I decided to put on my sexy playlist. It’s a hodgepodge of songs like Beyonce’s “Naughty Girl” and Rhianna’s “Skin.” All about heat and anticipation. Some of them even have a smattering of moans and sexual phrases.
As the first song got going she said, “What kind of mood are YOU in?” She smiled and put her hand in my crotch. She rubbed and smiled and watched me reacting. She tried not to be too obvious when we passed other cars. But when we pulled down a single lane road, things got serious. She told me to unbutton my pants. I obliged. She started rubbing me on my underwear while still watching me with a desirous smile on her face. Yes, I WAS driving. And yes, I WAS watching the road. Occasionally, I did look over to catch a glimpse of her cleavage in the lights of the dashboard. She had unbuttoned her dress about three buttons when I wasn’t really paying attention.
My passion was mounting and my cock was growing. Using one hand to drive, I pulled down my pants. That exposed my member to the glorious summer night air. Just a tinge of cool was offsetting the heat of lust in my chest. While I was pulling down my pants, she was unbuttoning her dress some more. It was now almost to the bottom where it would completely open up. Then I saw her taking her panties off! Wow! My penis immediately throbbed.
“Hold the wheel a second,” I said. I slipped my shirt off so I could feel the night air racing around my body. She gently began rubbing my hardon. Gradually, she increased the pressure. Then, taking it in her hand, she squeezed and rubbed it up and down. The precum dribbled out of the pulsing head.
Then it happened, as it always seems to in the convertible. The rain hit hard. No warning. Drip, drip, drip. Then splatter, splatter, splatter. Then pouring golf ball-sized drops!
She screamed as the rain pelted. She instinctively reached for the button to close the top. “It won’t work while we’re moving,” I said, starting to slow down. The rain wasn’t doing anything to stop the pounding ache in my crotch and my animal need.
“Don’t stop, I’m almost there!” I yelled.
She hesitated for a moment, then realized the incredible sexy hot predicament we were in. Laughing, she grabbed me and started pumping me madly.
“CUM BABY!” she yelled over the din of the rain.
I felt my precum slipping in the shower of rain. My seat was soaked under my naked rear. I set the cruise control. Then I pulled my pants down past my knees and spread my legs to give her complete control of me. One, two, three more strokes and I felt the lust train leave the station. No going back now. I threw my head back, still keeping my eyes on the road, and exploded. Streams of cum flooded across the steering wheel, shooting up against my naked chest. She was furiously pumping me.
“Don’t stop!” I screamed. “Please don’t stop!”
She pumped and pumped as the cum smeared over my head and on her hand. It sent electrifying waves of pleasure down into my soul! I finally saw a drive to the right so I pulled in to put the top up. But when I stopped, I realized I was still hard. I couldn’t believe it. I don’t usually stay hard for more than a few seconds after ejaculation. I unbuckled my seatbelt and quickly pulled myself into the back seat.
“What are you doing?” she yelled. I flipped over on my back and began stroking myself, showing her my exquisite hardon.
Her mouth dropped open and that look came across her face as she realized what I was offering. She ripped off her seatbelt and bounded between the seats. She was wearing nothing but her mostly unbuttoned dress and her bra. She immediately lowered herself down on my erect manhood. She unbuttoned the last button and threw her dress to the floorboard.
She began thrusting me into her, losing herself in the moment. She reached behind and undid her bra. She let it fall into the seat and placed her hands on my shoulders as she rode me more intensely. She was completely naked. I couldn’t believe I was so hard. No climax was even building, just a solid throbbing and enjoying watching her go crazy.
She became almost violent in her passion. If I had not cum earlier I could never have lasted through the show she was unwittingly putting on. She cared about NOTHING but cumming. She was intent to explode, which totally turned me on.
She took her hands off my shoulders and put them on the seat backs. She began ramming herself down on me with all her might, grunting with each thrust. I became concerned I might slip out of her. I slid my hands around her waist and grabbed her hips with my arms and used my hands to keep her down on me. She threw her head back, tossing her hair like some kind of wild porn movie. I ask her to do this sometimes because I think it’s hot. But this time I don’t even think she realized she was actually doing it.
That’s when I noticed her glistening rain-soaked breasts, bouncing in my face. The climax began building immediately. With each bounce I became more and more aroused, watching the water cascade across her glistening skin. She began to moan my name.
I couldn’t help myself. I reached out with my tongue to catch a drip of water as it slid off her erect nipple. As it slid into my mouth and I lightly let my tongue surround her nipple I shot my load into her. It came almost without warning and I moaned loudly. She looked down into my face, realizing that I was cumming, and she erupted with pleasure. Her orgasm washed over her. Moaning, she slowed down for stroke after stroke.
After about 30 seconds she started laughing. She leaned up between the seats and pushed the button to close the top. She kept laughing and laughing. She sat back up on me as my member finally gave way to pleasure death. She put her arms around me and said, “The car’s ruined,” with a big smile on her face. “It’ll dry,” I replied. Then she kissed me. It was so soft and slow. It felt like we must have kissed for an hour, but it was probably only a minute or two.
She put her dress back on, no underwear. I struggled to slide my soaked jeans back on. Forget the shirt or socks. We drove home holding hands and laughing a lot. The car took three days to dry out. We had to leave the top down all day in the sunshine. Best. Sex. Ever.
P.S. based (loosely) on a true story. Ok, I admit I embellished this one a lot — for fun. Hope you liked it. It was a lot of fun to write. Don’t ask what parts are true and what’s made up. It’s more fun to imagine, don’t you think? 😉
From MH: Sex in a car can be hot, but please remember to drive safely! A few moments of passion are not worth the possible consequences to yourself or others. ALWAYS play and drive safely, and keep the seat belts on when moving.
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