Adventure

I am feeling up for adventure. wanna come?

There's a car, black, red leather interior, it glows like fire in the dash light and the outside is stealth and quick. The lights stream by on the highway. Your hand on my thigh.

We are on a spree of some sort. Not sure where we are going but it is the ride that matters now. Reckless and fast. Your hand higher.

The curves of the road move my body against the seat and remind me of the pressure i feel when we dance together. Grinding and moving in a tandem motion that makes me melt into a pool of wetness, leaning further and further into you. Your hand is gone now, gripping the steering wheel. Faster now.

We are on the highway, silent negotiation has determined we are on our way to the mountains. We are running, leaving, escaping and we are doing it together. There are no lights anymore, just vast dark space and silouttes of giant rocks and towers of stone lining the road. We are far enough away now.

Your foot moves to the break as a sigh of anticipation leaves me lips and we grind to a stop half on the road and you fling open the door. I wait, for that moment, in anticipation and you do not disapoint. Your stride is long and your body sure of every move, around the front of the car and in one swoop the car door is open and I am lifted into your arms and suddenly cold from the night air.

Your mouth is hard and probbing against mine and I surrender to you. My arms around your neck loosen and migrate down your shoulders and back to feel the arms that hold me so tight against you.

We are walking now, to the front of the car again. Your body firm and full of intention and you set me down on the hood. The metal is hot under me from the race the car has been running all night. My back pressed into the black paint and your body on mine, heavy now, holding me there. I am weak and slide down the car onto your knee, knelt up against the bumper. I writhe and grind against it, you return with a firmer shove, back up the hood. Leaning back now you strip off your shirt and begin to tear at the buttons on mine.

Sitting now... legs on each side of you, drawing you in, I grab for your belt. Rough with need, I yank the belt loose from it's buckle and whip it out from the loops on your jeans. The sound is swift and thrilling and with the leather firly in both hands, it seems the only thing to do is to snap it. The sound is satisfying and makes me think of a hard slap on the ass. Your jeans, hanging precariously off your hips are too much for me and I dive towards you, but you are too quick.

Hands under my bottom and we are up on the hood, I on the roof. Shirt open and one bra strap completly loose, skirt shoved up my thighs. I am at the mercy of your touch now. My legs open and my feet flex in the six inch heels that have been making me think sexy thoughts with every step, swinging my ass just in case you were looking.

I lean back on my hands, head back at first. The night air is cold and I am tight with it's icy feel over my chest. Your mouth on my neck now. Hard and firm against my neck with your mouth and against the crotch of my panties with your cock. Your kisses are painful and gentle and my head is swimming. The world, except for the hot car beneath me, your hands and your mouth has disapeared into the night. The stars out here are more beautifully lit up then I remembered and I am flushed with the number of cosmic witnesses to our play.

Your mouth moving down now, over the swell of my breasts, into the center of my chest. The need in me buidling so much that I begin to push myself upwards against your down ward moving mouth to speed you on. But you are slow now, biting your way across the bottom of my rib cage.

Tender touches open my legs wider as your shoulders move ever so slowly closer and closer to me, drawing you lower and lower across my stomach. No I am leaning forward watching your face as it buries it's way under the hem of my skirt and teeth grate agaisnt my hip as you tug the panties down.

There is only time to remove one foot from the dainty undies before they are forgotten, left hanging from the other ankle. You are near the top of my left thigh... slowly you kiss your way over the top and down into the center, only to crest up the other with a moment of soft breath to tease me with while passing over my wet and dripping center.

Tongue now, back towards the middle. Hands, palms flat against the inside of each knee, push my legs back against the windshield, I am open to you now. You look up at me with eyes that hint at what is to come and then lick, ever so softly the tip of my clit. Your breath is hot and your hands flex as you begin. Licking and caressing, twisting me round in your mouth.

One hand begins to slide and my focus on your tongue is peirced and a new need begins. I want to feel you inside me. The other hand moves now too... suddenly one hand on my stomach pushes me flat against the roof and the other is caressing me from the inside. My back arches, partly to escape the cold black metal but also in pleasure as your fingers work me over. Rising to your knees, watching me writhe under your touch, you proceed to tease me to the brink of orgasm, then lean back down again to finish me off with your tongue in tandem with your talented fingers. I cannot hold back and the waves begin to come. A hot feeling washes over me and I cum, squezzing your fingers as if to hold them in that position for a moment longer as they contract over and over around them. Your mouth lapping up my cum.

I am startled by your mouth on mine now. The taste of me on your lips and chin. I am eager to taste it, lick it off of you. I am instiable now and know that nothing will do except to feel your cock in my mouth and to feel your body quiver under my skill. I want to taste you and feel the hot ropes of cum on my tongue, and have them slide down my throat.

I am in front of you now, leaning you back against the windshield, jeans open and cock out. One long lick to start, tasting your skin from base to tip. Circling the head, a drop of pre-come my reward. Encouraged now, and with headlights approaching from far in the distance, I begin. I am eager and determined. I take in your length and swirling my tongue around you I guide you to the back of my throat and then back out right to the tip again. The pace quickens, then slows... not too fast I think as I relish in the feel of you in my mouth.

The headlights are two distinguishable dots now, passing in and out of veiw with the curves and rise in the road.

I am ready to taste you and my hand grasps and pumps your shaft forcing you deep into my mouth again. I look up at you and see your face contort with your oncoming orgasm and I am growing excited again. I can feel your belly tighten under my other hand, which is pressed up against your pelvis steadying you against the car. Your handprints, sweaty and smudged against the window. You begin to stiffen, here it is and I am ready for it. One final swirl from my tongue and I am gulping down the thick come. It is heavy with salt and the taste of your skin. The feel of it in my mouth is luxurious and I hold it there for a second to prolong the power trip I feel from making you helpless against the car. A second swallow and your pulsing begins to subside. Careful licks ensure I get it all and a quick hop and I am down off the car.

"we'd better go" I say and your oblivion is shattered as you turn to see the blaring headlights complete with sirens pulling up behind us.