Natalie.

Driving away from that God forsaken convention hall, I can't quite believe what'd happened to us today: One humiliation after another, I've been stripped, spanked, wedgied, molested, photographed and almost ****— all while naked. But I got out of this nightmare okay because of the shy, topless woman sitting beside me.

After everything Natalie's done, I've got a huge crush on that cutie, and keep catching myself glancing at her giant, round… biceps. Those taut muscles—and that massive rack—she's packing are turning me on like I can't believe, and each time the bashful blondie musters the courage to touch my nude body, it sends a thousand volt current up my spine.

She looks at me with an adorable blush painting her cheeks, a cocktail of nervousness and excitement flooding her face before she just goes for it; the buff beauty dives in, slurping my rock-hard shaft into her mouth. I gasp at the wondrous sensation, then moan as Natalie works her clumsy, yet eager ministrations up and down my treasure— it is not easy to keep my eyes on the road.

Working at my penis like it's the tastiest candy she'd ever licked, Natalie is for all intents and purposes worshipping my body; enamored with me, the 6'3" woman sloppily gobbles my cock, though she's seemingly unable to ignore its sheer size as she takes only the sensitive first few inches into her mouth. It turns me on to hear her stroking her vagina during the delightful, clumsy affair.

The only problem with this blowjob—besides her endearing lack of technique—is that Natalie backs away every time I'm close to orgasm, like she's legitimately afraid of me cumming. She's denied me ejaculation four times over the course of this drive, and she's bashfully working on the fifth.

It's absolute ****, the way she refuses to give me release; after another agonizingly blissful bout of her lips and tongue stroking my cock until just before I explode, I can't stand it anymore. My sex is throbbing like a lovestruck athlete's heart, and I nearly bite through my lip— no longer able to plea in silence, I beg Natalie, "Please, God please— either finish me off or stop."

She jumps back at my words, and offers an explanation, "Oh my gosh! Ahab I'm sorry, I, uh, I didn't realize, I, you see, I… I wanted to ride you."

My face blushes a couple shades deeperred as I follow her hungry eyes down to my cock, "Wait, you mean…?"

Natalie licks her lips while groping her ample breasts, then traces a hand across my naked hips as she whispers, "Pull over, Sexy. Pull over into the closest alley."

I don't think I'll ever drive that recklessly on city streets again— the way I do as Natalie tries to put the condom on me with her mouth. It barely takes twelve seconds for me to slam the car into a secluded area.

We've put the condom on, and any sense of maladroitness that her blowjobs suggested vanishes into sheer bliss as the shy Amazonian mounts me; throwing my seat back and sliding her drenched, naked pussy down my sex in a single dexterous move. Pinning my wrists beside my head and holding me down with an impassioned kiss, Natalie grinds. Her. Hips.

Blushing as she ravishes me, I reciprocate every kiss and every skillful thrust with one of my own— I'm in heaven with this powerful lady riding astride me, but I'm terrified we might get caught…