Kami's Turn

Kami had watched through the rear-view mirror the sweet gentle intimacy that Jasmine was sharing with John as she drove to the convention centre. She was glad. John deserved to have a woman like Jasmine, a lesbian woman, giver her love to him. But as Jasmine drove back to their house, Kami was taking a different approach.

You don't get to be a competitive runner as successful as Kami was without a little aggression. Competitive Kami is what her running club called her, and with good cause. Anything to get her an edge, any new technique, any new style of training, Kami would try it and work it hard. Kami needed to win.

Now she had a new prize. Kami wanted John, and while she wouldn't compete against Jasmine, John did, after all, deserve as many lesbian women as he wanted, there was no way that Kami would be left behind. She could see how she had the disadvantage. First, Jasmine was a bombshell. Kami should know. Having been married for six years, Jasmine had been her own trophy wife. Kami had trotted her out, shown her off. Even now, in the car with the man she loved, thoughts of Jasmine's body could make her wet.

But it wasn't just that! Jasmine had already been on a date with him! A WHOLE EVENING lead on her! If this was a race, it would not be allowed. But after a full day of prep work, Kami was prepared to make up the distance. What she lacked in breasts, she made up for in eagerness.

As soon as John was buckled in, Kami slid over and sat next to him. Not even waiting for Jasmine to start the engine, her lips were on his, her tongue in his mouth, her arms around his neck. She drank him in until the SUV started to move, then she pulled back and took a breath.

"I'm sorry if I'm being too forward," she said in an airy, bubbly voice uncharacteristic of her, "After a whole evening of not having you alone, I'm going a bit crazy. You make me feel so... I don't know... so..."

She didn't finish the sentence. Instead, she plunged herself back onto his face, moaning as she did. She slid her right hand down his back, to his ass and squeezed it. It was such a perfect ass. She had admired it during the date, and she loved that he was being so generous by letting her touch it. Of course touching his ass wasn't going to get her the prize.

She leaned back again, surprising herself that the panting she was exhibiting wasn't a show, but genuine. She had planned this back-seat triste, but while it was being executed perfectly so far, it was as if it were perfectly natural, not planned at all!

"Oooh John," she breathed again, this time leaning in and whispering in his ear, saying words she would have never imagined saying just two days earlier, "I'm so hot for you. You make me feel like a woman should. And I want to make you feel like a man."

Again Kami met her lips to John's. There was a click as she unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed over onto his lap, one leg on either side of him. Of course her skirt rode up, exposing the pink lace panties she had borrowed from Jasmine when she got dressed. Using the muscles she had earned in her many races, Kami ground herself against what must have been John's penis. She had never seen an erect penis in person, but the hardness in John's pants was impossible to deny. That was a good sign! Her heart began to flutter. John wanted her!

"You two okay back there?" Jasmine asked loudly, some slight annoyance in her voice.

"We're fine, mom!" Kami shot back. If Jasmine wanted twat-block her, then so be it. It wasn't like Kami would steal John from her wife. But it wasn't like she would let Jasmine steal him from her either. Kami knew what she wanted, and Kami was going to get it.

"I can't believe how hot you've gotten me," Kami growled at John, taking his hand in hers and putting it on her soaking panties, "I never got this wet for Jasmine. Not for any woman."

"Are you sure you want to go this far?" John asked, a nervous look on his face as he glanced past Kami toward where Jasmine was driving.

"You just focus on me and forget about my wife," Kami said, biting his earlobe, "She had her turn, so I get mine."

Again she kissed him, this time she held his hand to her panties, slowly rubbing his fingers against her excitement, her moans increasing in volume. Then she let go of his hand and let him take over as she started to unbutton his jeans and work on his fly, all the while having her lips glued against his. Curiosity had taken over. Kami was determined to see her first erection before they arrived home. And once she saw it? Well, she guessed that depended on how heavy traffic was.