Make out in the car

Tracy’s tongue feels so silky and sensual. I let my tongue dance with hers in between frequent stops to let our lips smash together. She places a hand on the side of my face, gently rubbing my cheek. I return the favor, but it’s as if my hand is made out of lead because I feel compelled to drop it about a foot or so until it is resting on her breast. There, my hand feels very comfortable as it caresses her shapely tit.

Tracy leans in closer, bringing her other hand to my crotch. Now that she is not distracted by the task of driving, she can focus her fingers’ dexterity on exploring the outline of my erection through my jeans.

I move my hand down to her waist and slip it inside her shirt, moving back upward to her bra-covered breast. Her hand moves from my cheek to the bottom of my t-shirt and tugs it upward. I have to break off our kiss and my groping of her tit to sit up and help her pull my shirt off. She throws it into the back seat. I give her a quick kiss before helping to liberate her of her shirt, as well. Our lips meet again as I fondle one breast with my left hand and reach behind her to undo her bra with the other.

Tracy’s bra falls to the floor beside the brake pedal. With both hands on her bare breasts, I suck on her tongue and nibble on her lower lip before moving down to lick and gently suck on the side of her neck. I feel her hands at my jeans, unfastening them and pulling down the zipper. I shift my weight to my knees, allowing her to begin the process of tugging my jeans down. This position afford me the opportunity to suck on her tit. It is a bit awkward and unsteady, because I have to help her get my pants down. In order to save time, I go ahead and pull my underwear off as well.

I am on my knees in the passenger seat of the car, leaning in to suck Tracy’s tits. My pants and underwear are just above my knees, and I steady myself by placing one hand against the driver-side door as use my other hand to rub her crotch through her jeans. She faces me, right leg tucked beneath her and her legs spread as far as the dashboard and steering column will permit. She places one hand on my shoulder, and the other hand is wrapped around my cock, tugging at it as our makeout session gets hotter and hotter. Our breath begins to fog up the car windows. This really feels like high school all over again!

Tracy moans and pushes her crotch against my hand. She lifts herself up slightly as I manage to unbutton her jeans and start tugging them down. Getting undressed in a car is never easy — particularly when you are overcome with horniness. After some strenuous effort, she gets to her knees, allowing her jeans and panties to come off her waist. Then, with great effort, she repositions, sitting on her ass, with her feet pointed toward the passenger door. I succeed in tugging the clothing off of her legs and throw the articles in the back seat. She starts to sit back up, but I push her back against the door and lift her feet, resting her legs on my shoulders. I then lean in over the gearshift and thrust my face into her pussy.

I’m sure the position can’t be the most comfortable, but Tracy responds with a moan of approval and grabs hold of my hair with her right hand, while steadying herself by clasping the steering wheel with her left.

I place my hands under her ass and urge her waist upward as I drive my tongue into her slit. The sharp, tangy taste of her pussy juices hits my tastebuds and fuels my desire for her. I tongue-fuck her for several minutes, resisting her attempts to pull my face upward. Only after I have teased her as much as I want do I probe upward with my tongue to find her already-swollen clit. Her whole body grows rigid as I probe it with the tip of my tongue. When I take it between my lips and suck on it, Tracy almost pulls a handful of hair off my head. Her thighs come together, nearly concussing me, and she rocks her pelvis up and down hard. I’m almost about to pass out from lack of oxygen when she finally releases the vice-like grip of my head and gasps, “Where the FUCK did that come from?” The steadily flowing juices from her orgasm make it unnecessary to ask what means. I just grin and return my attention to her mound, gently kissing my way up and down her slit.

Tracy’s body shakes with each point of contact. “Oh, Jeremy! That’s so sensitive! Don’t —“ I kiss her clit and she shudders. “I can’t —“ Another kiss and another convulsion. I play this game for several minutes, driving her crazy with the electric jolts of post-orgasmic sensation.

“OK... You’ve got to let me sit up,” she finally says. “I’m going to break my neck!” She sits up, gingerly rubbing the back of her head, which had been supported uncomfortably on the door’s armrest. I sit up as well, taking the opportunity to finally rid myself of the clothing around my legs. Tracy takes hold of my penis and starts stroking me as she leans so we can resume kissing. The heavy humidity of the enclosed car makes our bodies quite slick, and her hand feels so incredibly good that it isn’t long before a steady stream of precum is providing even more lubrication to the masterful handjob.

As she circles my sensitive cock tip with her thumb, she pulls her lips off of mine to say, “It’s a bit stuffy in here, don’t you think? Shall we take this somewhere else?”