A long hot drive...

They had been driving for hours. The arid landscape, unchanged for miles, quivered

with the heat of the day. She could feel the prickles of sweat on her back and the hot

dry breeze flooding in through the open window, whipping her hair against her face. 

He’d not said a word for the last hour, lost in his thoughts, hypnotized by the road

ahead. She loved watching him like this. He was completely unaware of her gaze as

she took him in, drinking every detail of his slim, toned torso beneath the scruffy

Tshirt he’d bought in Barcelona years ago. 

She shifted in her seat, feeling the rip of the sticky leather on the backs of her thighs,

the breeze from the window lifting the thin cotton of her dress and dancing over her

hot skin. He looked at her now, and smiled, that familiar, cheeky glint in his eye, a

hint of mischief. She didn’t know where they were going, she never did, but it didn’t

matter, they were on an adventure. 

She reached out and rested her hand on his thigh, gently squeezing through the

denim, letting him know she was there. He didn’t move, just let a slight smile play at

the corners of his mouth. She moved her hand more purposefully now, sliding a firm

touch down between his thighs, squeezing gently and releasing, working her way up

and up over his groin, looking for the response she hoped would be there, smiling

with delight when she found it.

She continued to press, squeeze and rub, eventually easing the button and zip open,

almost imperceptibly, releasing his cock into the hot breeze and her waiting hand. He

kept his hands on the wheel but she could see his grip tighten as he tried to

concentrate on the road.  She was good at this, and he was no good at hiding his

desire.

The road  curved now into a small town, a run down place, with shutters in the

windows blocking out the afternoon sun. As he parked the van in the square, she

continued to hold him, both hands, fingers intertwined, wrapping him in skin, pulling

gently up, pushing down in a slow steady rhythm.

He pulled the handbrake on firmly and sank back into the seat, finally able to focus

on the sensations she was creating. 

And she stopped. 

Sat back in her seat and, looking directly in his eyes she licked her lips, her tongue

flicking over her teeth and moistening her lips. Her thin dress doing nothing to

disguise the hard nipples pressing up, forcing their way out. She reached down, pulling up the hem of her dress and quickly, smoothly sank her fingers into her own wet cunt. Making herself gasp, she lifted her bare feet up onto the dashboard and showed him exactly what she was doing, one hand circling gently, the other with fingers buried deep inside her. She played and performed, taking herself to the brink and back again enjoying his captivation. 

Eventually he couldn’t stand to watch her tease him anymore, and quickly he burst

into movement,  shocking her slightly, he pushed her seat back, jolting her body

backwards, he pushed her legs apart, ripped her hands away from her and pushed

them over her head.  Kneeling in the footwell, throbbing with a need to be inside her

he sank himself into her, every last inch of him in one rough, deep, hot moment of

possession. Pausing there for a moment, feeling the warmth, the yielding of her soft

body to his hard cock. Then he pulled right back out again, pausing to take a breath

as her eyes begged for more, then pushing back into her again, hard, deep, over and

over, and over until he felt the release wash through him, out of him and into her

welcoming body.