She calls John and gets him to come pick her up.

When Catherine had spoken to John on the phone, it had been a reminder of why she was so keen on him in the first place. His voice and manner, spoke of a man that knew what he wanted and how to get it, and at the same time knew what she wanted and how to give it to her.

About fifteen minutes later, a luxurious dark blue Mercedes Benz pulled up next to her. She immediately stuck her head inside the window on the passenger side, smiling back at John Walker as he laughingly rolled down the windshield.

“Did you want me?” Catherine asked mockingly. Smiling coyly while noting his clean and handsome appearance.

John flashed a grin and retarded “If you’re willing!” They both knew that it wasn’t just a verbal sparring. That it set the premise for this night, and possibly many nights to come. She gave a nod as a response, and quickly got in. “Do you want to go somewhere special, or are we just going to drive around.” asked John, giving Catherine a playful look.

She did already have a few ideas. But putting them in motion would take a bit longer, and would require a bit of effort and trust. Trust and effort that their relationship might not yet have. But Catherine had ways of speeding such things, and besides she had needs to fulfil. “Just drive, I am merely along for the ride.” Saying this, she was careful to put a lot of emphasis on “ride”.

Immediately when the car reached cruising speed, John outright asked Catherine: “What’s your contribution to our little escapade this evening?” Hearing this question, she decided to give him a show, or rather something like a teaser and quickly responded: “Just watch!”

Crawling into the back seat, she positioned herself so that John could easily see her in the rear-view mirror. There she led both hands over her breasts for him to see. Arching her back, she pushed them against the palm of her hands. The nipples grew hard, against the heated caresses. Her breath grew laboured and excited. Her hips started gyrating like she was being fucked and loving it.

Wanting to give him a proper show, Catherine pulled the top of, and freed her breasts from the constraints of the bra. She cupped them in her hands and lifted them as if offering herself to John. Next the hands started unbuttoning the jeans, and one of them slid underneath and deftly slid a finger into her pussy. Catherine’s face became a mask of pleasure as she stimulated the core of her sex.

Restraining herself, she started to pull down the jeans. Hooking both thumbs in the hem, she wriggled out of the constraints and inch by inch exposed her naturally tanned skin. Catherine made sure that she had John’s attention, and also noticed that he was driving about 30 kilometres under the speed limit.

With her hands free of the jeans, she brought them both back to her breasts. Kneading and stroking them, rolling the nipples between fingers, making them grow even more erect. Gently pinching them, she moaned loudly. She was almost past caring about whether or not John was turned on by all of this. Almost!

She got on her knees, pushing her breasts against the back of the seat; caressing her nipples against the cold leather. Both hands slid under, and into the panties. Sliding her knees apart, giving the hands room to manoeuvre, and as a single middle-finger slid in between the lips and into her sensitive channel, she took a long deep breath.

What Catherine really wanted was to get John to stop the car and have him fuck her. But making him wait, was part of making it better for later. She knew that what he could, and couldn’t see, was turning him on. Underneath the black g-string, he could see the middle-finger working it’s way in and out, and the other hand working the lips and clitoris in circles. He could see the girl fingerfucking herself, but he could not see her pussy and the finger working it’s way in and out.

Thrusting her hips down to meet the finger, she made whimpering noises and moans in rhythm with it’s fucking. She was so looking forward to feeling her lips stretch around a long and thick shaft instead of her own fingers.

Spreading her legs a bit more, Catherine thrust another finger into herself, gasping as she did, feeling the lips stretch slightly. Pushing them in as deep as they would go, she closed her eyes and imagined that John came up from behind and in a single thrust buried his meat inside the wet snatch. She started moaning and whimpering. Edging closer to orgasm.

The hand working the clit and lips was locked on her sensitive button. Her hips pushed down along with the thrusting hand. Her knees slipped further apart and she pushed her torso forward, squashing the breasts against the back of the seat.

It felt like both boobs were about to explode, like both nipples were on fire. Starting at the sole of her feet and rising up, was the final surge of ecstasy. It felt like the spinal column had started to vibrate. The fire in her nipples spread, as did the wave in her legs. Suddenly they connected around the clitoris, and Catherine exploded. She made a strange whining noise through the entire orgasm, only when it started to subside, she breathed exhausted gasps of air.

Slowly recovering, Catherine slowly turned around to a sit. Crossing eyes with John in the rear-view mirror, she smiled coyly. “So, what do you think?” Asking this her voice made a rasping noise, so she cleared it.

John was obviously turned on, but his voice was almost calm when he answered: “It’s not something I’d recommend. Not without wearing a seatbelt.”

Catherine couldn’t help but laugh. And his eyes smiled back at her, while trying to focus on driving. The girl immediately started to get back into her clothes. First she but the bra back on, ungratefully encasing the nipples in fabric again. Doing so, she realised that sweat was pouring from just about every pore of her skin. She rolled down both windows, bringing a comfortable draft that reminded her of when she had run across the hallway to her bedroom at home.

Somehow she managed to wriggle her ass back into the tight jeans, despite the lack of space to manoeuvre. And as she pulled the top back on, John asked if she had any plans on what to do next.