On the road again.

Darcie had a pretty clear idea why Tony suggested Spencer take her home. She was horny and her husband had picked up on it. Even with his erectile condition and being married for so many years now he was still able to read his wife's moods and gauge her needs. It could have been how Darcie had been squeezing her knees together extra tight up on the bleachers, of the exaggerated breathing she did when aroused. It could have been the dozen or so times her eyes dropped to Spencer's crotch and she all but licked her lips in remembrance of his fantastic meaty prick.

The feel of the highly tuned BMW’s engine through the leather trim of its seats and Darcie’s skin-tight jeans sent hot delicious vibration up into the hot saddle of her body. She’d closed her eyes to better concentrate on the feelings and to try and keep herself from moaning.

“You good?” Spencer had asked when Darcie had let out a combination moan/whimper after going over a bump.

“I’m too good,” Darcie answered opening her eyes.

They had left Cherryville’s outskirts and were just coming up to the motel Spencer and she had spent the night in the last time they’d fucked before agreeing to call it quits.

“Remember the place?” Darcie asked needlessly.

Spencer didn’t need any reminding and just smiled coyly.

“Don’t suppose there’s any chance we stop there once again and you fuck me senseless for old time's sake?”

“I… wish I could,” Spencer said trying to let her down gently. “I’m with Dani and…” He didn’t want to tell her about the free pass while Danielle was gone. It would seem too cruel to tell her about it and then not have sex with her.

“I know, I know, but,” Darcie cursed loudly, “FUCK! I’m as wet as a kettle right now and just as fucking hot. If you’re not going to stick that giant cock of yours inside me, I’m going to have to do it myself.”

“What are you…? Spencer could just get out before Darcie was fiddling with the button on her jeans and pulling them down.

Spencer could only stare open-mouthed as Darcie dragged the tight blue material of her jeans down her thighs and bunched them up around her ankles. The boots she had on not letting her get them off an additional struggle she didn’t have time to wait for. Darcie’s pale skin contrasted heavily with the black leather of the passenger’s front seat. That same divergence in shade was reflected in the dark shock of black hairs that graced the top of Darcie’s snatch, manicured as it was into a thick stripe. Spencer heard Darcie moan deeply and in significant need as she brought her fingers to her lips and start to rub them in strong deliberate circles. His first reaction was to move his right hand down onto Darcie’s pussy and feel for himself but he fought the urge to and kept both hands on the steering wheel.

“Eyes on the road Spencer. I don’t want us crashing again,” Darcie reminded Spencer when she turned to look at Spencer as she played with herself. She was breathing heavily from lust made all the worse by Spencer's close proximity.

Even facing away Spencer could hear the wet sloshing coming from Darcie’s cunt as she began to finger her slit rapidly. One hand strummed her throbbing clit as her other plundered between her swollen lips.

“Fuck you sound wet!” Spencer could help examine in admiration of his horn-bag of a friend.

“Feel me,” Darcie commanded in return.

Reaching out towards Spencer’s arm, Darcie pulled his closest hand down onto her dripping pussy. Spencer could the heat radiating from Darcie’s burning skin. His fingertips were coated in thick moisture as he rubbed Darcie’s pussy lips. Open, down and then sliding two fingers inside her as Darcie cried out in ecstasy, lifting up and bucking her hips off the seat below her.

“Fuck that’s so good Spencer. Make me cum,” Darcie moaned encouragingly. She’d given over fingering herself to Spencer but still massaged her clitoris.

As Darcie began to whine louder and with increasing intensity, Spencer knew that he had to pull off the road. He couldn’t keep driving safely and bring Darcie off as well as she needed.

“Shit, hang on a second. I need to pull over,” Spencer said taking his fingers back from Darcie. His digits coated the steering wheel of the BMW in gooey slim.

“Ooow Spencer you bastard! I was so close,” Darcie near cried in frustration.

“I'll make it up to you, I promise,” Spencer told her as he looked for somewhere to turn off the roadway. “Take your jeans off in the meantime.”

Liking where things were heading, Darcie did as Spencer commanded. Her pussy left a wet mark against the leather material as she had to bunch her legs together to start working herself free from her footwear. Her sex throbbed as Darcie squeezed her puffy and engorged lips together. Spencer was just turning the car down a gravel side road as she’d got her feet free and was climbing out of her jeans. Her sodden knickers had gone with her pants.

“This looks quiet. I don’t suppose many people come down here,” Spencer offered but still didn’t bring the car to a stop until they were some ways from the main road and any passing vehicles.

Once stationary Spencer turned to Darcie and lean over closer to her. Hers reached for him and she planted her lips on his, kissing him passionately once again. Spencer didn’t pull away from his abundance of affection but held it and reciprocated. Using his hands, Spencer didn’t go reaching straight between legs Darcie’s but first felt and fondled her full tits that he’d always loved and so enjoyed. He thought about asking her to get completely naked for him but decided against it. It was a quick fumble and fool around to give Darcie the release she needed.

With that in mind, Spencer’s hands did begin to wander down lower. Darcie moaned into his mouth as Spencer started to run his hand up the sensitive inner flesh of Darcie’s legs. Closer and closer to her melting pot until he reached the fire once again. Even with not being touched for barely two minutes, Darcie’s pussy had gotten even wetter than before. Her juices were running out of her and collecting in the crack of her arse. Spencer dipped the tips of his fingers in them before finding the entrance to Darcie’s cavern.

He'd thought fingering had been left to the domain of teenagers once Spencer had grown up and gotten married. Here now though he loved the erotic, tactile sensations of it. The warmth that swelled around his palm. The thick viscous excretions of excitement came from Darcie. The glorious sounds Darcie made, like she was an instrument and Spencer was plucking her strings. The smell even. A Heady, healthy aroma of arousal. The windows trapped the bouquet of human hormones being fired off by their bodies. Taste was the only sensory element Spencer was missing but he was sure Darcie would have been as delicious and wonderful as he expected were his tongue to replace his fingers.

In a few short minutes of his touch, Darcie had started to shudder. Her hips and thighs were quivering in the seconds before orgasm.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna,” Darcie tried to vocalise just before she reached her peak. Her hand shot out to grip Spencer’s pants cock in her palm as she yelled, “gonna CUM!”

The suspension of the BMW rocked from strut to strut as Darcie bucked continuously as she came as if her life depended on it. Her vision had blackened and seen shooting stars just like the Enterprises crew on television. She’d broken her lip lock with Spencer’s mouth to call noisily of her triumph in his ear. The hairs on the back of Spencer’s neck stood up in exultant thrill. How he wished his been inside her as she orgasmed. The contractions of Darcie’s pussy were some of the strongest he’d ever felt. If his cock had been inside her, he was sure she would have milked the seed right out of him then.

The windows to the car were completely fogged grey by the time Darcie had her fill of climax. Her body felt weak and ready to shut down. She was more satisfied than she could remember being in weeks. It was what every single cell of her body had been calling for and Spencer had given it to her. She would return the favour to him in just a few moments. As soon as she was able to move again. Her limbs didn’t want to obey her commands and her speech was slurred too.

“Your turn Spencer. I’ll do anything for you. Whatever you want is yours.”

What does Spencer want from Darcie? His cock was rock hard from where she had been stroking him during her orgasm. However, he had previously decided to be good and not mess around anymore. Even with Dani specifically saying he could fuck Darcie or anyone else he wanted while she was gone.