In The Car

Cari struggled to keep her skirt from rising to her ass as she tried to sit gracefully in Boone’s roadster. “Boone, I don’t know why you insist on keeping this car. It’s a monstrosity to get in and out of!” she protested.

Boone couldn’t take his eyes off her legs as she slipped into the low-slung car seat. They glistened golden brown in the setting sun and he looked forward to peeling those nylons off later that evening. “It gives me a great view,” he laughed as he shut her door.

He walked around the car and slid behind the steering wheel. “I thought we’d take the scenic route along the coastal highway,” he told her.

Cari fluffed her hair and tied it back with a ribbon. “That sounds lovely,” she smiled at him and then stretched over the console separating them to kiss his cheek.

Boone turned in time to capture her lips in a moist, insistent kiss. He put one hand up to cup her cheek and his tongue darted into her mouth. “Mmmm,” he murmured. He pulled back and smiled into her flushed face, “I think we’d better go or we might not make it at all!” He turned the key, and started their journey.

Cari leaned back into her seat, her chest heaving. Damn, she thought. One simple kiss and he has me aching for him. She gulped in a couple of calming breaths. Then reaching under the seat to release the leaver, she let the seat slide back. Then with deft a movement, she slipped her sandals off and wiggled her toes. Cari turned to admire the scenery as the car sped down the scenic highway.

The wind whipped through their hair as Boone steered the roadster along the narrow road and Cari turned to watch him. His lean face was a mask of concentration as he focused on his driving. Conversation wasn’t possible since the top was down and the wind currents just carried their attempts at words away with it.

Cari put her feet on the dash, and the wind whipped her skirt up to her waist. She cast a glance at Boone and saw his eyes take in her bare feet, and then watched as he let his gaze follow her legs up to her waist.

Boone swallowed hard. He realized that Cari wasn’t wearing any nylons, in fact, she wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt! He pictured her pussy in his mind’s eye and felt a sudden stirring in his pants. God. She could turn him on with the slightest provocation.

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to concentrate on his driving.

Cari reached up and tugged on the ribbon holding her hair. It came loose and her long golden locks were grabbed by the wind’s strong fingers and flowed behind her. She shook her head and laughed.

Boone turned his head slightly and saw Cari’s hands at the buttons of her blouse. He grinned when he realized she was slowly unbuttoning them. With sure, practiced fingers, she had the eight buttons undone in seconds and the wind caught the opened blouse, and bared her breasts to the glory of the sun.

He reached over and fondled one breast, his strong fingers kneading it, massaging it. He glanced at Cari and saw a seductive smile dance about her lips, and then her tongue did quick sweep around them.

Boone slowed down the car and turned onto a secluded side road. He drove down the gravel path until he found a spot wide enough to pull over and parked the car.

He looked at Cari, her face was flushed and she had a look in her eye he knew well. She wanted him. Now. Here. How, that was the only question.

Before he could move, Cari leaned over the consul and put her arms around his neck. She kissed him hard on the mouth and his arms went under her open blouse and pulled her closer to him.

Her hands dug into his shoulders as her mouth melded with his, her tongue thrusting and darting into his hot moistness. She ran her tongue along the sharp edges of his teeth, against the smoothness of his inner lower lip. She sucked his lip into her mouth and then still clinging to him, she pulled at the hem of his polo shirt, breaking the kiss long enough to tug it over his head.

Boone moaned as Cari pressed her heavy breasts against his chest. His arms went around her again, and he caressed the soft flesh of her back. She leaned into him, the consul pressed hard against her belly and hip. She barely noticed. Her mouth was hungry for him. She trailed her lips along his cheek to his ear. She sucked on the lobe, licked the soft smooth spot behind it, and then let her tongue dart into his ear.

Her hands caressed his chest, fingers playing with his nipples. She pinched them between her thumb and forefinger and at his moan she again found his mouth with hers and plunged her tongue deep into it.

“God, Cari...what you do...,” Boone gasped.

She pulled back, looked at his face, and smiled. “What do I do, Boone?” Her hand reached for his crotch and she pressed her palm against his huge bulge.

“That!” he muttered.

“Mmmm,” she murmured, and with ease, she unfastened his pants to release the burgeoning flesh buried there.

When his penis was freed from its confinement, Cari wrapped her fingers around it in a firm grasp. She watched Boone’s face as she squeezed it. He leaned back in the car seat, put his head on the head rest and closed his eyes. His features relaxed into a look of intense pleasure.

“Yessssssss,” he hissed.

Cari leaned over him and released the seat and Boone fell back into a reclining position. He looked at her through half-slitted eyelids, and groaned when she began to stroke his penis with

her soft, warm hands.

Her deft hands urged his cock to harden more. To swell more. She teased the sensitive tip by cupping her hand over it and twisting back and forth. Boone was lost in sensation. His mind could not move beyond what Cari’s hands were doing to him. Every time her palm swiped his crown he let out a gasp. The veins along the length of his shaft bulged, throbbed. He started to ache. His hips would move of their own accord when her hands slid down on him and pressed against his base. He wanted release. He wanted it now.

Cari knew Boone was ready to explode, but she wasn’t about to let him. Not so soon, or easily. She sat up and removed her blouse. She rubbed her full, pendulous breasts with the palms of her hands and slid her hands down her belly to her lap. She hiked her skirt up, placed her feet on the dash and then spread her legs open. With a glance at Boone, she led her nimble fingers to her pussy and inserted one into her vagina. When she pulled it out, it was glistening from her abundant juices. She stuck her finger into her mouth and sucked on it, pulling it out slowly then pushing it deeply back into her mouth. She licked it. Sucked it. Teased her fingertip with her tongue. She inserted it into herself again and again. She made slurping sounds as she licked her own juice off of it and watched Boone’s face contort with want.

With a strangled grunt, he grabbed her and pulled her head down to his desperate cock. Cari let out a giggle and took his shaft in her hand and placed her lips around it. Boone’s long drawn out moan filled her heart with satisfaction. She took his length into her mouth, to the back of her throat and beyond. She swallowed him whole and then began to pump up and down on his hard cock. She let her teeth graze along its tender skin. She mouthed it with her lips. When she had just the tip in her mouth, she flicked at it with her tongue.

Boone’s moans and grunts filled the air around them. The birds stopped their twittering. His sounds filled Cari’s ears and her heart swelled. She pumped harder on his cock. His hips rose to meet her. She took him deep. His hands grasped her head as he arched, ready to come in her mouth and Cari sucked hard on his tip, urging him. Begging him. She felt him stiffen and thrust her mouth down hard on him.

“OOOOOOOooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!” Boone panted as he pumped his load deep into Cari’s throat. His hips rose to enter her more and gasped as he felt her swallow. Her throat tightened briefly around him, and then she was smiling up at him, her lips red and shiny.

“My God, Cari,” he gasped, his chest heaving. “That was fucking incredible!”

She reached up to stroke his face, “I love you,” she said simply.

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