Convince Jane to let you fuck her

Jane can't sit up straight in the backseat of the limousine, so you scooch over to her left, sitting shoulder to shoulder with her. Her head sways from side to side until she rests it on your shoulder. The tiara on her head comes close to poking your eye out, and you have to dodge and pick it off her head, dropping it on the floor.

"I'm so tired!" Jane says as she kicks off one of her heels. It nearly hits the screen dividing the driver and the passenger area and lands just short. You take in a whiff of her hair, taking in her fragrance. It smells like vanilla.

"John," she says, "I'm getting married next week!"

"Congratulations, is he a nice guy?" you ask.

"I suppose. He's very rich though. Very, very rich. And he's French! He's in Paris right now. He always brings something expensive back for me."

You let your hand drop to her exposed knee and squeeze it, trying to see how far you can push your luck. She doesn't seem to notice, and suddenly starts patting her body down, as if she was looking for something.

"Shoot! I left my phone at the club!"

"Do you need it?"

"I guess not. I hope the girls wait for me to get back. They booked a hotel room across the street and they said they had a surprise for me. I think it's a stripper. I've never seen a male stripper in person. Or any man naked except for my fiance."

"Well... We might not make it back in time, but I can help with that..." you respond, inching your hand on her knee upwards onto her inner thigh. Jane doesn't push your hand away, but she does bring her legs together, leaving just enough of a gap for your hand without the back of it touching her other thigh.

"I don't know about that..." Jane says. She's struggling to keep her eyes open, rubbing them to wake herself up.

"Well you were going to get a stripper, and you know what happens at bachelorette parties where they hired a stripper right?"

"What?"

"The bride to be gets the first go, then all her bridesmaids get to go too," you say. She had always been gullible in high school, and you're hoping that in her drunken state, she wouldn't be able to pick your reasoning apart.

"A go? You mean? Like sex?"

"Yes, it's a tradition. Have you not gone to a bachelorette party before?"

"No, I guess this is my first one. Wow, really? And Pierre will be okay with that?" You assume Pierre is the french fiance.

"Absolutely. He knows that's what happens. He wants you to be with someone else before you're stuck with him. He's probably doing the same right now. That's why you don't have sex with anyone else after you get married."

"That, that makes sense..." Jane trails off, distracted by the flashing red and blue lights of a police car driving by outside the window. The zipper on her pink dress is on her left side, close to you, so you discretely pull on the zip a little bit at a time with your free hand, hoping she wouldn't notice. You manage to get the zip all the way down, and while the dress doesn't fall off her shoulders, you now have ready access to her body.

Your other hand pushes up against the hem of the dress, as your fingers creep closer to Jane's pussy. You can practically feel the heat coming out from between her legs, like you had just opened a warm oven. When you fingers make contact with her panties, which feel like cotton, Jane clamps her legs together and turns to look at you. It's hard to tell if the expression on her face is shock or surprise. Before she can say anything, you kiss her hard, pushing your tongue into her mouth. Her hands are half-raised, but she doesn't put up much resistance.

The limousine isn't moving, as you hear more sirens outside. Traffic must have grind to a standstill. You break the kiss, and Jane leans forward hungry for more, but you pull away. There's enough room in the car for you to stand up partially with bent knees, as you quickly strip off your wet clothes and throw them on the seat along the window. Jane's eyes bulge when you remove your boxers and your cock springs up.

"Wow. You're so much bigger than Pierre..." she whispers, captivated by your cock.

You smile and grab the dress and sash and pull them off her in one motion over her head. Her hair messes up and she looks confused on how easily you removed the clothing. She's wearing white cotton granny panties and a mismatched brown bra and you can see how enormous her breasts are. You reach around and unhook the bra, treated to a sight you had only imagined about in high school. Cupping both breasts, you squeeze and massage them in your hands, amazed that they are real.

Jane is leaning back now with her eyes closed as you play with her breasts. You let go and gently slap her a few times on the cheek.

"Hey, wake up. You should keep your eyes open for this," you say as you stroke your cock in one hand. "You're not going to see a cock this big enter you once you get married."

She's mesmerized and her tongue is sticking out of her mouth a little. You would fool around a little more, but you've been wanting this since high school and can no longer wait. You can see a wet spot forming on her panties. You pull the panties off and lower the window just enough so that you can slip the panties through and drop them on the road, before you close the window. Jane spreads her legs and you grab them, pulling her onto the floor of the vehicle, and thrust clumsily with your hips, trying to line your cock up. It's harder than you had envisioned, and Jane reaches down to help you, guiding your cock to her pussy and leaving it at the entrance.

"Ready?" you ask. Jane nods, and you push pass her lips. She's not joking about her fiance being her only lover, and she's pleasantly tight and snug. Once you bottom out, you start to fuck Jane while holding her legs elevated. She lifts her ass off the floor, making it easier for you to thrust in and out of her.

"Oh my god, oh my god!" Jane screams in joy when you rub her clit while continuing to fuck her. You wonder if the driver can hear the two of you. Much like drunk passengers, he must get a lot of people who have sex in the back of a limousine. At least, that's what you would and are doing right now. You look over your shoulder and the partition is still up.

When you turn back, Jane is starting to cum and moaning very loudly. Anyone walking by on the street wouldn't be able to see inside, but they would definitely know what was going on. You stop fucking her, staying still inside her pussy until the wave of pleasure passes.

Jane's breathing heavily but her ass is still elevated. You can see her toned abs from this angle and this position is not difficult for her to maintain.

"John, that was amazing! I've never felt like that before! Usually Pierre is done- ah!"

You can't wait for her to finish talking about her fiance's sexual inadequacies and you spin her around to face downwards, getting your cock inside her wet pussy.

Jane pushes herself up with her elbows and you grab her waist and continue to fuck her once more, admiring her tiny ass as your cock disappears into it repeatedly. After a minute or two when you feel close, you pull out and stroke your cock furiously, shooting your cum all over Jane's ass and back, while she fingers herself to another orgasm.

Just then, you feel the limousine come to an abrupt stop and you hear the mechanical sound of the partition opening. You turn around to see the driver looking back at you in the rear view mirror. You're sure he can see Jane's naked ass pointing at him with her soaking wet pussy on display.

"We're here," the driver says.