Part II

The old Impala is chewing up the asphalt.  D’s fingers move from my thighs to become gently more insistent, tracing slow circles against my panties and pressing in softly.  He lifts my knee just a bit, shifting my foot on the dashboard to part my legs a touch more, making sure he has perfect access to what he wants.  But I can tell he’s still trying to leave me sleeping.  I feel that sweet, familiar ache begin to build.  There’s something about having a man touch you when he thinks you’re asleep that’s so tantalizing.  It’s taboo.  Even if you’re his woman, he doesn’t necessarily have your permission to take advantage of you while you’re unconscious.  It makes it easy to believe that he’s simply taking what he wants…  touching you for his own pleasure rather than yours, regardless of whether it violates you. 

As much as the thought of it makes my heart race, I all but force myself to ignore the heat building between my legs and keep dozing.  I drift in and out of that perfect, dreamy, aroused state, all the while knowing that he has to be pleased with the wetness he is creating.  As I doze off again, I think I feel him softly tugging my panties to the side, slipping his fingers lower to check his work more closely. 

The sun is a bit closer to the horizon when I wake again.  Our journey has already found a place that is warmer and softer—swampy, but scented with a magnolia-bourbon sweetness.  The road twists a bit more than when we started out.  The air has the hint of a chill and tall trees tower over us.  The car is stopped along the side of a mossy, still creek.  The sound of the first crickets and frogs of the evening drift up from the water.

These are not the things that wake me.  D’s head buried under my skirt, his soft tongue lapping between my legs, my body now somehow splayed across the wide backseat…  this is what wakes me.  The disorientation is beautiful.  I open my eyes to an expanse of bright pre-dusk blue sky, and lose myself in orgasm moments later.

“If you wanted me to drive, you could have just asked.” I tease after I catch my breath.

“Not yet, Babe.” He gets out of the car and stretches, and I see the outline of his hard cock through his shorts.  “We’ve got to get going, but I’ll be driving while you return the favor.”

“Mmm.  Yes, Sir.” I lean over the hood and light a cigarette, already wet again at the thought.  “But we’d better put the top up once we get back out onto the main road.”

“Nope.”  He slides a hand up the back of my thigh and presses himself against me.

I let out a tiny gasp.  I imagine truckers peering down at us, throwing D a lewd honk and a thumbs up as they admire my ass in the air, my skirt blowing around me in the wind, and my mouth around his throbbing cock.  I picture D leaned back, one hand on the wheel and the other on the back of my head, returning their attention with a knowing nod and a smile.  My face flushes bright red.  I start to protest but he slaps me on the ass before I can get the words out.

“Wipe that innocent look off your face and get in the car.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Gravel scurries around in the dust behind us, and my blush deepens as I notice that he’s tied my soaked panties to the antenna like a badge of honor.

Note: You can find Part I here. 

(via pornandchicken)