Go Further

"Is it OK if I touch you?" she asked, glancing at me with those dark eyes, a smile on her lips. "I am a teacher and all."

"Yes, Mrs. Darling. Its OK with me," I said. Her hand was slowing, so now it was just a slow rub. Her fingers were under the cloth of my shorts and her rubs were moving further, going inward onto my inner thigh.

"Good. I just want to make sure you're ok. I wouldn't want one of my students catching something while I gave him a ride home. You know?" Then she laughed and took her hand off my thigh and undid another two buttons on her blouse, pulling it apart slightly where it lay wet. The tops of her olive breasts were visible now, with the deep, plunging cleavage between. Her nipples were just barely out of view. "That wet material is so uncomfortable," she said, noticing my gaze. Her hand returned to my thigh, unabashedly scooting up the leg of my shorts so that her hand was high up on my leg. She turned onto the highway.

As she got settled in to the drive, her hand continued to stroke my thigh, making occasional long strokes that just barely touched my balls. My cock was hard and bulging obviously in my shorts. Her hand came out of my shorts and moved over the top, coming to a rest with her long fingers resting on my hardness. Her fingers moved only slightly, caressing me through the material in almost imperceptible strokes. I closed my eyes as her hand moved fully over me, moving up and down my hardness.

"My my your clothes are wet," she whispered. "Mine are very uncomfortable." She stopped rubbing me and I opened my eyes. Her hand was pulling up her black skirt, her other hand on the wheel. When she had it high enough that I could see her black panties, her free hand slipped under her waistband. She lifted one knee up against the side of the car door to better show off the movement of her hand diving for her own sex. I could clearly see her fingers working her pussy and clit as I watched. Her face was flushed with lust and she was letting out little moans from deep in her throat.

She turned to look at me. "Do you like what you can see?" she asked, breathily. Her knee steadying the steering wheel, her other hand finished undoing the buttons on her wet blue blouse, pulling it open so that her demi-cupped nipples could taste the cold air. Her other hand continued working her pussy lips. "Does it make you feel good to watch me?" She arched her back slightly as her fingers slid into her cunt. Her other hand took the wheel again. Her breasts were beautiful and firm, nipples jutting out and upwards. The rain was pounding the car, and we couldn't see much outside at all.

"I have to pull over for a moment, baby, are you ok with that?" I nodded.

She put both hands on the wheel, leaving her firm breasts and black panties exposed and signaled, looking over her shoulder as she changed lanes. Then, taking an exit off the highway, she soon pulled over to the side of the road and stopped, leaving the purring engine running. The rain made a perfect curtain, erasing the rest of the world in a grey, thundering cloud.

Mrs. Darling turned almost to face me, her breasts presented like treats and her thighs open wide in the small car. One hand slid down under the waistband of her lace panties again, as the other began to squeeze and massage her left breast, fingers pulling on her large, hard nipples as she stared into me.

"Do you like me?" she whispered as her head went back and she closed her eyes. Her fingers worked into her cunt, stroking herself on the inside as her other hand cupped her breast, the firm globe barely moving as she played with it. She moaned as her fingers began moving in and out of her pussy in a rhythmic stroke. She looked at me again. "Do I make you hard?" Her hips were bucking slightly now as she moved her fingers in and out of her cunt. Her breasts were glistening with the tiniest amount of rain water. "I want to see it," she said, never taking her dark eyes off me, looking at me through thick lashes. "Take it out and stroke it for me, if you like what you see."

I nodded, my hands opening my shorts and freeing my straining cock. She bit her full bottom lip and moaned as it sprang into view. I jerked myself while I watched her perform for me.

"Do you like my body?" she asked, momentarily sliding her hand from her crotch to run her hands up and down her body, over her large breasts, squeezing them together.

"Yes, Mrs. Darling," my fist moved up and down as I looked.

"Do you want me?" she asked, both hands going to her cunt, her fingers moving over her swollen labia and button clit, her arms pushing her tits up and together as she massaged her cunt.

"Oh, yes, Mrs. Darling," I said emphatically. My mouth was dry and my hand continued up and down my pole.

She moaned as her fingers worked their magic inside her pussy.

"Do you want Mrs. Darling to make you come?" she asked, licking her full lips.

"Yes, please, Mrs. Darling," I replied, nodding. Her left hand went back to her tits, twisting one nipple of her firm, round breasts then the other.

"Do you want to come watching me? Do you want to make yourself come watching my beautiful body? Or can I help you at all?" she breathed. "Do you want your teacher to touch you?"