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 caf. 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.