From the day that we met online, Mitch and I hit it off. We talked often, and told each other a lot about ourselves. One day, he picked me up several blocks from my house, to have lunch in this out of the way café. A place that gave us privacy to talk about anything, soon our conversation took an unexpected but delightful turn towards our sexual fantasies.
Mitch looks around the room, then leans over and asks, “Do you like to masturbate?”
My body responded before my lips did and I felt my nipples harden and my clit swell with arousal. Thinking back, I could remember that by the age of ten I had already discovered that touching certain areas of my body made me feel good. Many a night, I spent, fingering my nipples and cunt, until I quivered with excitement.
I blush, giggle, and replies, “Why yes, doesn’t everybody?”
Before he could respond I flash him a sultry look and asked, “Do you like to masturbate?”
He blushes and replies Yes, especially when I am talking to friends like you online. You are one sexy hot redhead and you make my blood boil.”
I shift in my chair feeling the wetness accumulate on my panties, and ask, “Mitch, when did you have your first sexual experience?”
I could tell by his reaction, that he was hesitant in telling me when. I took a hold of his chin and look him straight in the eyes. “Baby, nothing you say will alarm me baby, because I have a varied sexual appetite that includes some taboo subjects.
Mitch’s, eyes came alive with excitement and he replies, “Oh really? God that is so hot.” He pauses to watch my reaction then says, “Then you won’t be surprised that my first experience was incestuous in nature and happened when I was twenty-two.”
My body trembles and I admit, “Oh my god, I would love to hear about that.”
Mitch lowers his head, shifts in his chair and answers, “Maybe some other time, doll. Right now, my dick is too hard for me to think straight.”
I grab his arm, smile, and calmly answers, “Sure, honey, why don’t you send me an email about it?”
He kisses my cheek, put his arm around me and confesses, “That’s a great idea. I can turn you on when your hubby is asleep and you’re hot and horny.”
I wink and coo, “Looks like someone is reading my mind.”
He laughs, “Well baby, great minds do think alike.”
I took a sip of my cola and squirm in my seat, and notice Mitch is watching me closely.
He flashes me a devilish grin and suggests, “Looks like I am not the only one horny as hell. Let’s get out of here and go for a drive.”
I nod my head in agreement and the two of us stood up and walked out of the restaurant, making sure my body conceals Mitch’s hard on.
He escorts me to his vehicle; the smell of his cologne was enough to make me weak in the knees and get my motor revved up into high gear. When he opens the car door, I lean into him and kiss his cheek.
Mitch slid in beside me looked around, then kisses me passionately as his fingers run across the swell of my breast. I had no idea what was about to happen until he leans over and says, “Let’s go for a drive in the country.”
I grab Mitch’s hand and place it in up under my dress until his fingers touch my drenched panties.
His face lights up with excitement and he says, “Damn, you’re so wet. Keep that thought in mind I know of a secluded area we can go and have some fun.
Mitch places both hands on the wheel and drives out of the busy metropolis. I lay my head on his shoulder. Soon I notice we turn off the main road, go down a dusty, country-road.
Once I see we are out of the city, I watch Mitch closely as I began unbuttoning my dress. I move cautiously and slowly as I want to surprise him. I’d gotten down to my bra and panties, by the time he glances my way.
Mitch almost drove off the road and exclaims, “Hot- damn! Woman, I never knew you had an exhibitionist side.”
I smile seductively and reply, “Like what you see baby?”
He nods his head, and gently moves his right hand up my left leg. Slowly kneading my skin with a touch as light as a feather, closer to my hot cunt with each passing second. My hand instinctively goes to his hard cock tenting his jeans. Just as his hand reaches my soaking pussy, I quiver with an approaching orgasm.
Then to my frustration he removes his hand quickly and orders, “I don’t care who is looking baby, I want you to take everything off, right now.”
By that point I’m so damn horny, I comply with his request, without hesitation. He slows the car down to watch and soon there I was sitting there naked, in the seat beside him, with my nipples in view of anyone who drove past us.
Mitch licks his lips hungrily and says, “Masturbate for me baby.”
With one hand I caress a hard nipple as my other one, slips between the folds of my steamy cunt.
I watch his reaction as my touch turns me on. I quiver and squeal, “Oh fuck, I just love playing with my hot naked body! My cunt is so wet!”
Before I know it Mitch shouts, “I want you to cum for me baby!”
I close my eyes, rub my clit feverously, and pinch my hardened nipple. I gasp, and scream, “Ooooooooh god, I am cumming!”
In all the commotion, I have no idea; Mitch has pulled off the dirt road onto a barely used pathway. That was until the car stops and he opens his car door.
I know Mitch has been waiting a long time to have hot wild sex like this. It was time for both of us to experience what he had been missing.
Mitch orders me to get out of the car and come around to the driver’s side. Once there, I see him pull off his shirt and jeans, and I gasp, because he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
When he is completely naked, he pulls me close, kisses me hard, and our tongues do the dance of lovers.
With a devilish smirk on his face Mitch commands, “Give me a blow job!”
I kneel on the grass before him without hesitation. I put my mouth down around the head of his cock, gently, swirling my tongue around. I then began licking the whole length of the shaft as if it were and all day sucker. When I engulf his cock, and began swirling my tongue around it, Mitch moans with pleasure.
He starts thrusting his hips up to meet my lips, fucking my face. I knew that he would cum soon.
Mitch runs his fingers through my hair. All of a sudden, he grabs my head, holding it against his pubic hair as his cum explodes down my throat.
Afterwards I stood up and lick my lips and say, “You taste so fucking good baby!”
Mitch told me to move so he could get out of the car. He stood up, pulls me close, and kisses me deeply.
“Thanks baby, you know just what I need!”
Now I lay down on the seat and purr, “It’s your turn.”
Instead of taking care of me, he tells me to get dressed. I am a bit surprised, but did as he said. Mitch smiles at me with a devilish smile, probably thinking about what he had in mind. There was just something incredible between them…it was electric.
I didn’t know what he had in mind, but I didn’t care.
He glances over and sees a lustful look in my eyes, and says, “What?”
I smile at him, lean over and start to rub his cock through his shorts.
“I love doing this,” I whisper in a husky voice.
His cock got immediately rigid, even though he’d just shot a load down my throat when they were parked on the dirt road. By that time, we have pulled out onto the busy Interstate.
“Ooh, the Big Boy’s awfully hard,” I purr, as I unsnap his shorts and pull down the zipper.
Lust was written all over my face as I free his member. I study it for a moment, jacking it slowly with my hand, squeezing a drop of pre-cum out the end. Then lower my face and lick it off, while he drives down the middle of the Interstate. Mitch has to concentrate on driving, and my oral attention is making it difficult to do.
He glances across at my legs sticking out from under my dress, desperately wanting to feel the wetness with his fingers. While I suck him in earnest, he reaches over and pulls up my dress so he can slip his hand between my legs. When his fingers found my sex, I am dripping wet.
He orders, “Take off your dress!”
I am so hot by now I could care less about modesty. I don’t even release his cock from my mouth, as I slid my panties off, and kick them into the floorboard of the car. I then reluctantly let go of his cock so I can pull my dress over my head, and then toss it on the floorboard as well. Momentarily, my bra joined the rest of the clothes, leaving me naked in the broad daylight as we head down the Interstate. I spread her legs, so he can finger me without any encumbrance. I immediately engulf his cock again.
Mitch looks over at my drenched cunt, and he shivers with desire. The reaches over and begins finger-fucking me, the harder he did that, the deeper I suck him.
I notice that Mitch was aroused that he wasn’t paying close attention to the road. However, he’s able to keep the car on the road, but I bet he wasn’t thinking about what others might see as he passes by them. The harder I suck him, the faster he drove. It’s a wonder he don’t get stopped for speeding. When he passes an eighteen- wheeler, I bet he never thought about the fact that the driver would have a great view of my naked body. When he pulls up alongside the cab of the truck, the driver quickly let Mitch know he approves of the show, by honking his horn and speeding up, so he could stay along side of us.
That got my attention, but instead of letting it bother me, it only made me hotter. I waved my naked ass at the trucker while I concentrate on sucking Mitch’s cock and jack him until he erupts into my mouth.
After he came, he starts to speed up to get past the trucker, but I stop him and cry out, “I want him to watch me!”
Still frantic with desire, I roll over on my back in the seat and recline so the trucker could watch Mitch finger her. I spread my legs lewdly so he could see everything, and fuck Mitch’s fingers, lifting myself up off of the seat. Mitch was unable to see the guy’s face, but I sure could. I watch him until I quiver and explode around Mitch’s thrusting fingers. At that moment, I bet he never realizes how much a little exhibitionism turned me on.
As soon as I came, my attitude changes, I sit up and cover myself and told Mitch to hit the gas. I quickly put my panties and dress back on, and then help him get his manhood back into his pants.
Mitch pulls away from the trucker and he honks his honk one last time as the eighteen-wheeler pulls off the road. I bet he wonders how long it will take the guy to get his cock out of his pants, after the show he’d just saw.
I thought to myself, ‘I’d really like to help that trucker relieve the problem I caused,’ but don’t say anything about that to Mitch.